And now I saw that our ingenious host had affixed a slave to each column! Each girl was secured with her hands against her side, her back to the column, and kept in place with three thin leather strips. One cut into the soft flesh just below her breasts. Another belted her loins snugly by spanning her hips. The third pressed tightly into the flesh across a line at mid-thigh. On a leisurely summer day, one could stroll along the porch, enjoying the view, pausing here and there to admire these living statues that adorned the vista, perhaps to run your hands freely over a firm young body, or to sample a conveniently placed nipple.
Guests were encouraged to enjoy the wares. And sometimes games and contests were held, each more perversely erotic than the last. One of the favorite games of the male guests (and the occasional female guest as well) would involve arousing the slave girls’ passions, fondling their healthy, responsive bodies most shamelessly, till they had the young women squirming in the heat of desire. The object was to see who would be the first to bring his “statue” to climax. For this game, the slaves were blindfolded and then tied in such a way that their legs were stretched open, giving free access to their splayed pussies. Gratius, who had thoroughly explored the many uses of olive oil, had a generous coating of that versatile lubricant poured over the tightly bound slaves, so that their lustrous bodies gleamed in the sunshine.
Quite naturally, I had the opportunity to try my hand at this contest. I selected a slightly built girl whose breasts sported plump little nipples that stuck out impudently, just begging to be touched. I came up to her now, as my fellow contestants (there were four of us) took their respective places along the curving line of columns.
I stood only inches from the slave, admiring her close-cropped hair. Most of her features were hidden by the wide silk swath that formed the blindfold, but I could tell that she was fair of skin, her hair a soft golden brown, her neatly chiseled lips pursed and expectant. The slave girl stood alertly, small pointed chin held high above the collar that banded her throat, lips parted, her young body keen with anticipation. My eyes took in her splayed-out form, the vulnerable womanhood pulled open between the sinewy muscles of her extended thighs, the trim ankles and narrow feet. I watched her shallow breathing: her chest gleaming with oil, the slight swells of her young breasts glistening, pert nipples shining in the noonday sun.
When I put my hands around the girl’s banded neck, she flinched, drawing in a sharp gasp of surprise at the first contact. I had approached her stealthily, and the blindfolded young woman didn’t know that a silent admirer stood watching her only inches away. I moved my hands up her neck to hold her face between my hands. Still holding her, I drew one finger across her small mouth, pressing back the fleshy lips. She opened her mouth obediently to accept my impertinent finger, suckling on it. The girl was well trained! I moved my finger in her hot little mouth, exploring the palpitating tongue, tracing the gums, the ridge of teeth, while she sucked and moved her restless tongue under and around my probing digit. Extracting my finger, I slid my hands over the collar and down her neck, to rest them on the girl’s oily shoulders.
Now I let my hands appreciate the subtle contours of that fine lustrous body, moving down and up the lines of her supple arms while her small hands clenched in mounting excitement. Clasping her shoulders, I flattened my palms and brought my hands together at the top of her girlish chest. Then I drew my hands down slowly over the faint ridge of her collarbone, sliding over the slick skin onto the soft rises of her young breasts, pressing the heels of my palms into those pliant swells, no more than slightly raised disks, whose exact centers were delineated by those impertinent nipples. The girl stiffened and held herself rigidly still as I pressed my palms into the yielding softness of her small pancake tits.
I brought my hands down slowly till my fingertips felt her pebbly hard nipples. I pressed my palms into the surrounding softness, moving them in tiny circles. The little slave curled her lower lip and bit down with a row of tiny white teeth, trying to stifle the whimper that managed to escape as I massaged her nipples. It didn’t take much of this till I had her moving her shoulders, squirming with the rising heat.
Excited by her growing arousal, I plucked gently at the stiffening buds, pinching the oily nipples between thumb and forefinger, rolling the little nubbins as I tugged on the elastic flesh, pulling to stretch her nipples till she groaned under the sweet torture. I soon had those tips swollen with excitement, the aureoles expanded, tiny stems protruding saucily. The girl tried to arch back against the pillar, raising her bosom, begging silently to offer me even more, but I had other territory to explore. And so I left those pretty tits heaving raggedly, their excited tips throbbing and proudly erect. I moved on, sliding my palms along their shallow under-curves and down her slippery body, over the traces of her rib cage and beyond, down her taut belly. The slave girl sighed; a sigh of disappointment, or perhaps a sigh of relief. I couldn’t tell which.
Now my hungry hands glided along the tightly drawn skin of her belly, moving back and forth between the ridges of the jutting hipbones, delighting in the smooth feel of that satiny skin. My fingers were soon edging along the light haze of fuzz, darkened with oil, that started low on her belly and trailed down to form the thicket of moist curls spreading over her splayed underarch. Crouching down before her, I looked-but did not yet touch-the girl’s vulnerable pussy. Instead, I placed my hands on her hips, and slowly followed the flaring contours of her haunches over the cradle of her hips and down onto her tapering thighs. I traced along her straining thigh muscles. The tendons stood out, sculpting and shaping the sinewy contours. I followed the resulting plane that sloped into the silken flesh of her inner thigh. I ran my fingers up and down her inner thighs, edging always closer to the center of her arch. I saw the tautly drawn tendons twitch as I stroked her opened thighs.
A demanding surge of lust shot through me, and I got to my feet abruptly. Stepping close to the bound girl, only inches from her taut body, I pressed down along her belly with the heel of my hand and was soon palming the slave girl’s pubic mound, rubbing it gently at first, then more firmly fondling that fleshy Mount of Venus while the girl leaned back and let her jaw drop. A soft moan came from her open mouth.
I held the girl by her sex and closed my hand, cupping the arch of her pubic bone, curling my fingers up into the soft folds of flesh between her legs, squeezing the bulging lips of her vulva, feeling her incredible inner heat. My fingers felt along her protruding nether-lips, pressing in, the middle one slipping into the delicate folds to probe her slick depths and getting a shuddering moan of pleasure. As my finger slid wetly up all the way into her cunt, the girl groaned long and low from somewhere deep in her throat.
I watched her blindfolded face, saw the twinge of urgency crease her brow; saw her twitch, squirming helplessly, her hips moving sensually against the column. Arching back, she rolled her head from side to side as I jiggled my finger, now buried to the hilt in her slick little vagina. She strained back, raising her hips and grinding her hot sex against my palm while the tendons of her thighs grew rigid, the muscles tightening as she thrust upward. The erotic sight of the young girl burning with sexual heat sent my pulse racing, the fire of lust surging up in me, driving me to take her. To hell with the contest!
Tingling with excitement, I tore at my clothes, snatching off my tunic and loincloth, till I stood in nothing but my sandals, my turgid penis proudly upstanding up in bold salute to the naked woman writhing before me. Positioning myself right between her arched legs, I guided my straining penis to the edge of her gaping pussy and took her abruptly, lunging forward, driving up her wet, pulsating vagina in a single powerful thrust that caused the girl to stiffen and draw in a sharp hiss of breath through clenched teeth. I clamped her slick hips and, holding onto her with both hands, wiggled my loins while thrusting upward, burying my engorged prick up her cunt to the hilt The impaled slave threw back her head and let out a low shuddering moan of deep satisfaction.