The Memorial by jon.hayworth,jon.hayworth

After the pain came the pleasure she could feel all his cock. He felt as if his cock was enveloped by a well fitting, warm, moist, pulsating glove. As her anal sphincter muscles reacted to the foreign body they pulsated delivering a most delightful massage to his cock. His balls felt tight and heavy he knew any moment he would cum.

She could feel his cock twitch as the spunk boiled from his balls, working her muscles she milked the spunk from him in jets that spattered her bowel in hot sticky gobbets. The tight band of her sphincter muscle around the base of his cock prevented it from going soft, as the blood was unable to drain from it. She sat there gripping him. “Lucius that was fantastic. Did you not enjoy it?”

“It was good but now I’ve cum.”

“So we wait until you are ready to go again. Surely an Adonis such as you has more than one cum in him.”

“Yes but usually …”

“I know it goes soft and falls out. But this way it won’t, I promise soon it will stir into life again and meanwhile it still feels pretty good. Come on Lucius admit it you enjoyed that didn’t you.”

“Yes I enjoyed it.” He tried not to show how much, yet he was intrigued. “How by Jupiter do you do it. Do you know I think it is getting hard again already.”

She could feel his rapidly swelling cock stretching her sphincter, blindly pushing against her insides. She could feel the muscles inside her which were beginning once again to react to his cock.

He had seen in the arena a trinquixxiii who had been set to fight with a giant python. The trinqui, a criminal of some sort was doomed to die. The fight was deliberately one sided, the trinqui fighting with no weapons. The python had wrapped itself around the man and slowly squeezed the life out of him. The way her body squeezed his cock made him imagine a sinuous python within her was coiled around his cock squeezing it in a most delightful way.

Knowing that this second time around he would not cum so quickly, she began to move her body. Lifting herself slightly at the same time turning her hips, she rose and fell upon his spear as if it was a screw. In need of sating she took his hand and guided his fingers to her clitoris, he responded playing lightly with it, his other hand moved instinctively to her right breast.

When he felt the fluid flowing from her onto his pubic hair, he pressed his finger hard against her hard bud. She cried out as a wave of ecstatic pain washed over her when he twisted her nipple, before she had time to recover from the shock she was cumming again. Her clitoris throbbed, pain and pleasure were indistinguishable as he squeezed it between his scissored fingers. No longer was she in control, now it was Lucius who was moving his hips driving his rampant cock deep into her bowel.

Suddenly she was toppling, the same sensation as when she tumbled in the arena, but she was not falling. Still impaled in her he was turning her, now she was on her back, she hooked her legs over his shoulder. Now his abdomen was slamming into her abdomen, their pubic bones smashing together. With his arms he parted her legs her labia opened, his coarse pubic hair brushing against her most sensitive parts. On each downward stroke some part of his body squashed her erect clitoris.

Her mind and her body was no longer in her control. She was his to do with as he wanted. The only thing she was aware of was that she was cumming. “Don’t stop keep doing me. Lucius you lovable brute just give it to me. Don’t dare stop … Please Lucius … Please!” Her fists drummed on his shoulder blades, then her nails dug into his skin and she raked his back.

Then his body stopped moving. He went rigid. She felt his cum pumping into her like a pulsing enema. He slammed into her pushing his gushing cock even deeper. When she felt him move as if to pull out she held him with her sphincter. “Don’t pull out stay in me Lucius please just keep still.”

“By all the gods I’ve never met a woman like you are you totally insatiable.” He gasped.

“You satisfied my needs long ago, but I just want more and more of you. I want you to still be inside me when the dawn breaks.”

“You will wear me away to a shadow.”

“No never, a little thing like me wear away a big strong man like you – I think not! Anyway I think I can feel the first signs of life returning to your cock.” Gently she twitched her muscles so they caressed rather than squeezed his flaccid cock, immediately she felt it began to harden. “Not yet my strong lover, you must learn to be patient, wait until you are ready or you will fall out.” She said when he tentatively tried to move. “Tell you what if we are careful we could turn over, I’ll go on top so you can lie back and enjoy it.”

“That’s a good idea.” He answered. He felt as if it was an act of surrender to have her on top, at the same time his leg muscles ached. He wanted to say to her, no more I need to sleep, but pride would not let him do so, rather an honourable defeat in the arena, than to have it be known that he had conceded defeat in bed to a mere woman. He had hoped when they turned he would fall from her, but her strong and well trained anal messages frustrated his hopes.

Once again she was seated in her saddle holding him in her, carefully she used the muscles of her sphinter and her rectum to massage his cock, gently at first increasing the intensity as she felt him growing harder and swelling within her. As she worked her muscles she induced a series of gentle orgasms, which were subdued by her concentration upon his cock’s state of arousal.

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“Did you learn these tricks off all the wealthy men you screwed in Londiniumxxiv?”

She stopped mid contraction, if it had not been so dark he would have seen the fire in her eyes. “Don’t even think about going there!” She snapped.

“I was only asking.”

“Shall I ask you about the rich matronae who have given you so many presents you can buy my manumission.”

“Where I get my money from has nothing to do with you.”

“No it does not, or it did not. Not until you asked about my life, what is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander.”

“I am sorry, it was dumb of me to ask.”

“Yes it was dumb.” Then she softened. “I told you that part of our lives is a place we should never go, if you want our relationship to succeed then our lives have to remain in separate boxes. When we are both free we can begin our lives together, for now we can only enjoy one another when we are together. You are bound to your master and the gladiator’s life, you cannot bind yourself to me. I am bound to my master I cannot make a promise to you. “Now do me again and again until you have no energy, tomorrow you will crawl down those stairs on your knees.” The way he has stretched me my knees won’t touch each other for a week.

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