In a veil of white mist, at the temple of Vestal, two of the virgins bathed me. Pretty, sweet things adorned in wraps of loose white linen. The one, with dark hair, seriously seductive, while the other with hair flowing long and blond was playful and sweet - neither uttered a sound from the moment we met. Both were long-limbed with small clever hands, silently and sensuously easing a stress and tension from my body that, until now, I hadn't realised I possessed.
Closing my eyes, I lost myself to the heat of the water and wickedly sensual sensations as their hands caressed me beneath the surface. Their lips finding mine as well as each other's - we three lost to these precious moments as steam rose around us. The only sound was the play of water and the soft sounds of my contentment.
Dozens of candles spread their golden light about the room forcing back the shadows to dance at the edges of perception across a ceiling and walls of marble painted with frescoes of women bathing, hunting and making love. The enchanted light spilt in glistening patterns upon the bare, tanned flesh of my body as they finally encouraged me to rise from the water and step naked upon a raised dais.
Pouring warm oil into cupped hands, they began to softly massage and caress my wet skin. I sighed, bringing my head back in delight as new and incredible sensations enveloped me. The girl at my feet, the blond and surely no more than eighteen summers, encouraged me to spread my legs apart a little further and gently massaged oil from hips down to toes, hesitating at my inner thighs, brushing, as if by accident, against the naked, puffy lips of my vagina. Taking a razor, she carefully removed the small amount of pubic hair upon my mound of Venus.
I gazed down and watched her, mesmerised as she moved forward and softly kissed my now completely naked sex sending shivers sparking through me.
Hearing me gasp, she glanced up and smiled.
The darker girl, taller than me by a hands span, moved behind me, slipping her arms beneath mine, around my chest, hands cupping and moulding my breasts, smoothing more oil into willing flesh, tormenting already erect nipples into greater heights of arousal. As well as a delightful tease, her arms offered support lest I swoon. I glanced down once more as long red-lacquered nails teased out each nipple, pinching them hard, the pain all too exquisite, before allowing them to spring back to pucker and harden further, glistening with oil in the warm candlelight.
Once oiled to their satisfaction, I was gently towelled and then drawn towards a chair where they attended to my nails, hair and make-up.
'Thank you,' I murmured. The sound of my voice an intrusion to their ministrations, yet I wanted to thank them so much. 'You are both so ... wonderful.' I closed my eyes, knowing they would not reply, and allowed them to continue pampering me.
My nails were painted, Vestal red, as were my lips. Thick, black kohl was used to line my eyes and my hair was braided into a white silk. A strong musky scent was dabbed on my neck, wrists and stomach, and my legs were parted so it might be applied to my inner thighs. I didn't recognise the fragrance as anything I had ever smelled before but, as I drew in a breath, I felt the familiar stirring of arousal deep in my pussy.
I opened my eyes as they took my hands and helped me to rise, and then they led me still naked from the room. We entered a long, dark corridor barely illuminated with burning candles placed at several points along its length. The small yellow flames guttering, fighting to stay alight in the chill draught that chased about raising goose bumps upon my exposed flesh. I drew my arms about my naked body and felt my nipples hard, erect and incredibly sensitive against my forearms. A hand upon my arm stopped me in one of these feeble pools of light, and I realised we were facing a door. My two young friends bid me enter.
The handle was cold, stiff and hard in my hand as I tried to turn it. With a creaking groan, it finally opened and we entered. The room was warmer than the corridor, but only just. A fire crackled in a small hearth and I was tempted to run over and crouch beside it to warm myself, but I managed to stay the impulse. Awaiting us were two women, both a little older than my first two companions who, without a word, silently retreated into the corridor and another part of the temple. I waited nervously, trying to cover my naked pussy with one hand while holding my other arm across my chest. The women both watched me saying nothing, clearly enjoying my discomfort. They wore similar linen robes to my first companions and were equally beautiful. My nerves increased and a shiver of apprehension past through me as they slowly approached, smiling, breasts swaying gently beneath loose robes.
'You, are Josephine?' It was strange to hear a voice after several hours of silence and I confess to being startled.
'I... ...Yes, I'm Josie ... Josephine, Mistress.'
The one who had spoken reached out and tilted my chin up, moving my head to the side inspecting me before dropping her hand to trail down my neck to my collar-bone, and then down the right side of my chest. I dropped the protection of my arm and her nail drew across my oiled flesh sending tingles of excitement through me. I gasped as her nail caught on the puckered skin of my erect nipple. I drew in a breath but managed not to flinch away. She smiled.
'I am not your Mistress, Josephine. Sit up on the table and lean back.' She indicated the stone table behind her and taking my hand drew me towards it. Nervously, I sat on the edge then moved across to the centre where the two women arranged me, leaning me back on my elbows with my legs drawn up, my vagina offered and open. The stone surface was rough and cold and it hurt my elbows but I said nothing.
'Stay like this and don't move.'
The second, silent woman brought a bowl to the table and placed it beside me. She smiled and then dipped her fingers into the bowl and dripped warm, oily liquid onto my exposed sex.
'Good girl, don't move,' said the other. She took my knees and opened my legs a little wider while her silent friend spread the lips of my vagina and gently sank two fingers deep inside my cunt. I threw back my head and gasped, the muscles of my sex drawing on her fingers seeking more movement, more satisfaction from this invasion.
'No!' A stern look from both attendants stayed my motion and, properly chastised, I tried to relax.
'That's better.' She used both hands to spread my vagina and both women studied me, exploring my inner sanctum. Once satisfied, the probing fingers finished their inspection and were withdrawn.
'Turn over onto your knees.'
I did as she bid, quickly assuming the position familiar to me of crouching down with my bottom up and head down on folded hands. For a few moments, nothing happened, and then I felt warm oil dripped onto my anus and a finger softly circled my puckered hole. It was gentle at first but became slowly insistent as it sought entrance. Bighting my lip I tried to relax and then let out a breath as the finger slid past the barrier of my sphincter muscles and into me. A feeling of slutty depravity overwhelmed me as the slim finger slowly began fucking my bottom, moving in and out of my anus several times before a second finger pushed in beside the first. More oil dribbled on and the fucking continued. Sensing movement, I glanced up to see the first woman gazing down at me.
'Do you like that, Josephine?' I nodded, unable to speak. 'You're very beautiful. A very beautiful dirty slut that enjoys her bottom being fucked, aren't you?' I nodded again ...because I am. 'We are nearly finished with you.'
