Vanessa Wordsmith frequently thought about her recent mysterious sexual experiences. They were real and they weren't. She just couldn't be sure.
Six virile Roman studs had used her beyond all endurance as she lay open to them in an ancient orgy chamber, surrounded by people watching them. She gave these men every part of his lovely body for their unrestrained pleasure- and all at the same time too!
Vanessa ached from over-use all the following day, and she saw tiny bite marks on the underside of one breast. Her pubic hair had been reduced to a little fluff. Two orifices had been stretched to unusual size and were tender to the touch. There could be no doubt that she had been used long and hard that night.
But, how could this have happened? In fact, had it really happened at all? She had spent the whole evening by herself, drinking wine and reading an old book about Roman history. No-one else had visited the apartment and there were no signs of forced entry. But there definitely was cum. A lot of it.
Vanessa had no idea what had taken place, but all week long she felt an inner contentment. Real or imagined, her prolonged sex had been amazing and it more than made up for what she had gone without the past year. She sometimes smiled at the very thought of all those men, then remembered her strange dream.
"Know the Power of Words. Read the book! Do it again and again!" the shadowy figure had commanded.
Later that week, Vanessa decided that she must read the book some more. But not until the weekend in case she embarked on another wild adventure like before.
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Vanessa Wordsmith was an early-thirties divorcee, an attractive woman now living on her own. Until recently, her sex life was behind her. Her husband's infidelity had deadened her desire for some time while she dealt with the loss of her once-happy life. To compensate, she threw herself into her history lessons with renewed vigor, aiming to draw her senior students into a true understanding of the past.
She had found a lovely apartment in an older building along the river, a coveted location. Her unit was recently vacated by a mysterious old man, shipped off to a seniors' home. He had left behind a stack of dusty old history books in a closet. Vanessa's friend Marie found them while they cleaned the place and Vanessa saved them from the dumpster.
After cleaning and painting her new home, Vanessa had invited her hallway neighbours to an open house. She didn't relish living isolated from people so close by. Some older women and a range of different men turned up, making themselves quite comfortable.
Later, after her strange evening at a Roman orgy, the men on her floor seemed particularly friendly. They must have enjoyed meeting Vanessa at her open house. Or was there another reason?
The following week at school, Ms. Wordsmith's lessons about Roman history and society were a big hit with her students. They learned about the beginnings of Rome by two brothers, Romulus and Remus who had been raised by a she-wolf. They compared maps showing the extent of the expanding empire and saw the network of good roads used to control conquered lands. But Roman society seemed to interest the students most:
"Ms. Wordsmith, is it true that rich people had banquets where they ate too much, then made themselves vomit, just so they could start all over again?"
"Yes, the conquered empire sent money and goods of every kind to Rome in tribute. Merchants, generals, politicians, and the nobility lead lives of great excess."
"And is it true that at these banquets they had other kinds of excess too?" somebody asked.
The class laughed and stared at the teacher to hear how she would handle this obvious reference to sexual orgies. She hesitated a bit to gather her thoughts, being careful what she would say next.
"Yes, I've read history books which describe their elaborate parties in considerable detail. I know that excesses of every kind took place."
It seemed to Vanessa that she had enjoyed such 'excesses' herself the previous weekend. More students had questions, indicating that this topic had triggered a lot of interest. Quite understandable.
"OK, just one more question about this. Joanna."
"Miss, if we went back there in time, would we be shocked by what we might see at these parties? It sounds like they would be pretty wild, right?"
More laughter and renewed focus on the teacher to see what she would say. She surprised them with her frank answer.
"I don't know what your own parties are like, and I don't want you to tell me either." Vanessa paused while the class laughed at Joanna's expense, then continued.
"But I hope you would be shocked by what you might see at a Roman party. They would be wild, everything imaginable. Believe me. But that is all I'm going to say about it. For more information you'll have to go to the history books yourself."
From her recent real-unreal experience, she could have said so much more in answer to the question. Six studs on one willing woman. Cocks in every orifice, sometimes all three at once. Voyeurs and exhibitionists all around the chamber. Multiple orgasms for the lucky woman at the centre of it all. Yes, Vanessa could have said so much more- but it would very likely have cost her a career. She would have to keep these thoughts to herself.
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The extreme friendliness of Vanessa's Wordsmiths' neighbours at the apartment continued unabated. Constant greetings and health enquires seemed to come her way every time she went out. Sometimes it was a bit too much, this lack of privacy. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to have hosted that informal open house a week before.
When she arrived home from school on Thursday, Vanessa found a white envelope on the floor just inside her apartment. It was an invitation to a little party next door. The two burly tattooed men, their names were Mick and Jerry, wanted her to meet some of their friends on Friday, 'anytime after supper.' Apparently, they were returning her invitation to them the prior week. Such friendly neighbours!
There wasn't much information other than that in the note, so Vanessa decided to go to the party casually dressed- jeans and a sweater would do. As she examined herself in the hall mirror before leaving, she was pleased with what she saw: a tall, long- haired brunette with a great figure. The jeans hugged her hourglass hips, and the tight, high-necked sweater caressed her ample breasts. She liked a little bling, so included a silver chain and pendant which nestled between those lovely mounds.
She brought beer, and chuckled to herself as she remembered the old joke:
