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| LADY CALIGULA Messalina at the Gladiators' Victory Party (Princess Valeria Messalina, the gorgeous 17-year-old first cousin of Emperor Caligula, had just sworn allegiance as a prostitute to notorious Byzantine panderer Mutius Regulatus. He introduced her to a group of gladiators and sold her favors to them. She just made love with Lothar the Nubian, a big, muscular black African, enjoying the pounding of his huge erection while climaxing non-stop.) When Mutius and Ladyssa left for the stables, the crowd in the tavern continued to enjoy the party lavishly paid for by the Britannian princess. On the stage, several dancers and acrobats took turns entertaining the patrons while the musician played percussion instruments with slow but obsessive rhythm. On the second floor, Messalina discovered new sensuous stimulations by lap-dancing in the nude with the gladiators. Since they were all wearing kilts with no loincloths, her close-contact pelvic dance caused the kilts to slide upwards until she could feel the naked penis of each partner growing against her crotch. Kissing each of them on the mouth with passion, stroking her hairy wet vulva over their hardening mentulae (= cocks, in conversational Latin) she told each one that she was in love with him. That was simply the truth. At seventeen, her heart was as soft as her skin. Her rank and her dignity compelled her to share her joy of life with all sorts of people, because the Gods had endowed her with a physique without equal and a mind without boundaries. It wasn't right for her to focus her attention to a few gifted individuals, judging them according to status, good-looks, achievements, or strength, and deny all the others of her embrace. She would never allow any particular person to take her away from the world! No one would ever tame her natural desire to develop and live out her fantasies! The bond that Messalina created with anyone who set eyes on her was irresistible not only for those who looked at her with love but also for herself. She considered her suitors' glances of admiration as a signal of Nature to go towards them, whoever they were, open her arms and kiss each one with the same enchantment, the same readiness to match lust with lust in order to climb the sacred mountain where the Gods call the women who are pure at heart. Giving herself to strangers was indeed her mission in life. Her divine inspiration was matched by the superior quality of her womanhood. The size and the erectile response of her clitoris could have been listed among the Seven Wonders of the World. Her whole sexual organ was specifically designed for her mission. Not only was it beautiful to watch and sensitive to touch, but it was easy to be driven to climax as it was ready to subside and start Lasse Braun A minute or two were enough for her genitals to recover their previous state. Regardless of the power of the intercourse or the size and number of the male organs invading her womb, the orgasmic contractions responsible for her pleasure continued after resolution, tightening her cunnus (= cunt, in conversational Latin) even more than it was before the act of love. What a wonder it was! What a gift she had received from the Gods! That was what the gladiators understood when Messalina danced on their laps and they fondled her crotch while she was kissing them with passion. Her full, warm lips, the enticing scent of her breath, the taste and aptitude of her mouth, the sweet pressure of her tender tongue fit to perfection to each of the gladiators' mouths and personality. Involving such an intense reciprocal exchange, her hugs and kisses delivered so much love that each of the men she was lap-dancing with became aroused beyond physical stimulation as they enjoyed her while hugging her nude body and feeling the friction of her clitoris over their hardening erections. A magical aura radiated from her skin and permeated the atmosphere with supernatural energy, which sent her partners' emotions to higher levels of vitality. The Thracian was the first man she wanted inside her after lap dancing with half a dozen gladiators. Even if his penis wasn't as big as Lothar's, the sheer stiffness of it quickly gave her the shivers. Even though the body and the mind of the Thracian wasn't and couldn't be the same as Lothar's, the sensations she felt were similarly vigorous but still different. It was that subtle difference of each embrace that kept her desire inflamed. Relishing each new moment of her love life, each new body, odor, skin, voice, and each particular feature of her new lovers, the young Valerian princess derived a different ecstasy from everyone every time as her climax was uniquely molded by the distinctive interchange of energy released from each particular union. Being on top of the Thracian's lap, Messalina maintained total control of the coitus. She bounced up and down pushing her cervix directly on his erection, rotating her pelvis or moving it back and forth to feel the stiffness against every side of her cunnus, sometimes with a slow sensuous rhythm, sometimes with quick strokes of youthful enthusiasm, cries and words of delight. All of a sudden the Thracian felt unable to resist her. Roaring as if he had been wounded by a spear in the arena, he ejaculated inside her. She loved it and kissed him with ravenous appetite while persistently stroking her pelvis on his groin, lengthening and intensifying his orgasm. He squeezed her hard in his arms, bit her lips, throat and shoulders shaking like a madman until she extracted from him LADY CALIGULA While his sperm was still dribbling down her thighs, she moved onto the lap of another gladiator and another again and again, giving to each a taste of her volcanic zest. When she finished her lap-dance, having prevented all the others from coming, she knew they were ready to assault her like a pride of famished lions. But before this final attack, she kneeled down in front of Lothar and took his erection in her mouth. Not all of it of course, for even her capacious mouth couldn't get more than half of it inside. But hard she worked and into her throat she pushed his glans and in and out, and sucked his shaft with love, passion and expertise unlike the teenager she was, but rather like the most adorable "whore" that she was about to become and probably had always been in her past and present lives. Each mentula the princess kissed and licked and sucked with the same devotion, the same exuberance, and the same determination to shower them with the power of' her love. Then, sensing that they were loosing control, she found the strength to get up, extend her arms and dance. Clapping in unison the men crowded around her. But soon they couldn't keep their hands off her body, and kissed her savory hairy armpits, her perky breasts, her broad yet feminine shoulders. Someone kneeled down kissing her navel, her vulva, her firm buttocks, her long smooth legs and her feet while she slowly twirled to allow everyone to enjoy her. "Take me to the back room...," murmured the 17-year-old with hoarse voice when her senses told her that the moment had come. The gladiators lifted her high above their heads and carried her to the back room like a prey they had just conquered after a fight. Laying her down on a low carpeted platform, they assaulted her from all sides. She trashed around then turned on all fours. Some of the men slid underneath her. She rubbed herself over their excited bodies, stroking, grabbing and licking protruding members pointing at her, while fingers and mouths found many ways to intensify her excitement. Others began riding her, spanking her lovely buttocks, pulling her hair. Others ate her from behind and from wherever they could get at her. Their bites made her crazy with lust. Lying on her back, she spread her legs and bent her knees to her shoulders asking for the men to make love to her. But the gladiators wanted more of her before giving in to her desires. They pushed her pelvis around in circle as if she was on the center of a carousel, allowing each man reaching her fabulous clitoris with their mouths, licking, sucking and nibbling at it like a bunch of dogs around a single bone. I.asse Braun Suddenly, she locked eyes with a blond young man of her age who just joined Lothar's party. Her heart throbbed. His face looked like the adolescent God Eros in person. She reached out with her arms. Come here... The other men understood. They respected her choice and moved slightly away from her. The handsome young man approached her and bent upon her without loosing contact with her eyes for a single second. She enveloped him with the warmest embrace he'd ever imagined a woman could give to a man. Their lips touched and opened like roses in the morning. They kissed as if it was for both the first time in their lives. The more they explored each other, the more her heart kept throbbing. "What's your name?" she muttered. "I'm Goran the Goth and you?" "Valeria... Messalina," she tenderly said, invading his lungs with her irresistible breath. "I want to see you again and alone," she quickly murmured in his ear. He gasped, "Where can I find you'?" "Three days after New Year, in my house on top of the Aventine. Ask for me in the neighborhood. They'll show you...," she breathlessly said in his ear again. "Oh Messalina... I'm....'' "Shush, I know, Goran... I feel the same as you do." She pushed her pelvis against his groin until he entered her. His erection felt like it was covered by a velvet glove. She was sweet and mellow like honey. They hugged and kissed and copulated with such a joy and togetherness that they mounted their way to climax as if one was the shadow of the other, moving apart according to the direction of the sun and the bends of the ride, but always indissolubly tied by a bond that grew stronger by the minute until the eruption occurred and love became a physical, magnificent experience. When it was over with Goran, Messalina smiled at him. "Watch me now...," she murmured in his ear, then she stood up and began dancing around Lothar and the others who have been watching her in religious silence. Clapping her hands she made them clap with her while she rubbed her hips against each of them. LADY CALIGULA Goran stepped back. She stroked her luscious pubic bush on Lothar's face. He licked her dripping vulva and took her clitoris in his thick lips. Come on, make me cry! she mouthed. The guys turned wild. They pushed her around against each other. Her head spun. The energy created by that exercise of male domination---or was it archetypical f'emale power in progress?---rose to dangerous levels. Goran watched the scene for a few minutes shaking his head in desperation, then he ran away, incapable to witness the imminent assault. Upon Lothar's command, the gladiators made her kneel down on the low, carpeted platform. She rose her back. "Do it, Lothar!" she said turning her head to him. The men imprisoned her among their iron muscles and spread her cheeks. Lothar entered her rectum from behind, then drilled her with a savage series of thrusts. Immobilized, unable to respond or mitigate the shocks, she cried loud and defenseless, transfigured by pain and pleasure until she felt the liberating jet of his orgasm spurting like lava and melting into her bowels. For a moment she remained frozen in time, catching her breath and regaining energy. Then they all took turns on her, ravaging her with long-repressed lust. In every possible position, in every erogenous part of her body, from her cunnus to her anus, from her mouth to her armpits, she climaxed with each of the athletic gladiators. Her sparkling blue eyes induced everyone to take her to heaven. When they entered her, she returned their passion by shaking and pounding against whoever possessed her. Her soft panting voice told them how much she loved being loved. Orgasm succeeded orgasm while Messalina's feast continued in a gratifying delirium of flesh. The two slave girls appointed by Mutius to watch over the princess, never felt that she needed protection. They remained discretely aside, hiding wherever possible, patiently waiting for the gladiators to become exhausted and end their party. Around four in the morning, the tavern was still crowded and Messalina was still enjoying her first prostitution experience in the back room of the second floor. Having left Ladyssa in the stable, Mutius hurried out. He met the people who were waiting to move Incitatus to Etruria and informed them that the horse had been sold to a Britannian princess. He told them to wait for her and take the stallion wherever she wanted. Note: In the GLOSSARY it is well explained why the Author uses the adjective Britannian instead of Britannic or British.
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