Nova Roma (MP/Machete)
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				Title: <strong>Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>02-08-2015, 02:19:49</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Info</div><div class="spoiler_body">Generally speaking, the following are true:<br>Times will be noted using the twenty-four hour clock. Thus, times after 1300 (1 p.m.) can be converted by subtracting twelve from the first two digits.<br>Conversations herein are translated from Italian for ease of reading.<br>Relating to the character names below, Ancient Romans only used a close family member’s praenomen in the privacy of the home, while one’s individual cognomen was used in public. Thus, readers should be able to infer if a setting is private or public just by which set of names is being used at a particular time, even if the setting isn’t explicitly stated.<br><br>The measurements herein convert as follows:<br>0 degrees Celsius = 32 degrees Fahrenheit [(0 x 1.8) + 32]<br>1 meter = 3.281 feet; 1 kilometer = 0.6241 of a mile<br>1 kilogram = 2.205 pounds<br>1 litre = 0.22 of an imperial gallon or 0.2642 of a U. S. gallon<br><br>The names herein are pronounced as follows:<br>Pronunciation of short vowels: b<strong>a</strong>t, b<strong>e</strong>t, b<strong>i</strong>t, l<strong>o</strong>t (Received pron.; (au)), p<strong>u</strong>t<br>Character<br>My character: (praenómen) Gnaea = <strong>gneye</strong>-a; (individual cognómen) Iuventás = yu-<strong>ven</strong>-tahs;<br>Sister: (praenómen) Lívia = <strong>lee</strong>-vi-a; (individual cognómen) Albína = al-<strong>bee</strong>-na;<br>Mom: (praenómen) Lúcia = <strong>loo</strong>-ki-a; (individual cognómen) Tuditána = tu-di-<strong>tah</strong>-na;<br>Dad: (praenomen) Márcus = <strong>mahr</strong>-kus; (individual cognómen) Búteó = <strong>boo</strong>-te-oh;<br>Aunt: (praenómen) Gaia = <strong>guy</strong>-ya; (individual cognómen) Lánáta = lah-<strong>nah</strong>-ta;<br>Uncle: (praenómen) Traiánus = tray-<strong>yah</strong>-nus; (individual cognómen) Asellió = a-<strong>sel</strong>-li-oh;<br>Cousin 1: (praenómen) Tiberia = ti-<strong>be</strong>-ri-a; (individual cognómen) Flacca = <strong>flak</strong>-ka; and<br>Cousin 2: (praenómen) Appia = <strong>ap</strong>-pi-a; (individual cognómen) Crispa = <strong>kri</strong>-spa<br>Location<br>City: Lecco = lek-koh<br>Home: Vílla = <strong>veel</strong>-la Domitia = dau-<strong>mi</strong>-ti-a</div></div><br>It’s a quite comfortable summer day on the shore of Lake Como in Lecco, Italy; 24 degrees and sunny with very few clouds in the sky. Of course, Iuventas’ family is about 15 kilometers northeast of Villa Domitia’s dock on or around their houseboat, which is facing lakeward.<br><br>At this particular time, around 1445, Asellio is relaxing on a couch below decks, roughly half asleep.<br><br>What’s a busybody to do when the housekeeping’s complete? Relax, mayhaps? Ordinarily, yes. However, Lanata, seemingly, doesn’t how to do that as she’s milling about the boat as if she’s looking for a way of some consequence to occupy herself.<br><br>That brings us to Iuventas. A quick scan of the deck and roof reveals that she’s, apparently, not on the boat. Is she below decks like her uncle? Gods no! A pair of violet-furred ears can be seen poking out of the water two meters or so off the boat’s starboard, or right-hand, side. Her head pops out of the water, and she starts looking for her cousin, Flacca. Upon not seeing the other woman in the water, she heads for the boat. “How can you call yourself a sportsman when you forgo the perfect opportunity to swim for sunbathing,” is the red bikini-clad woman’s somewhat scathing question when she sees the baby blue bikini-clad woman sunbathing. “At least, you’re not as lazy as your dad. Knowing him, he’s sleeping right now.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-08-2015, 02:38:52</strong>
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				Flacca's yawn-interrupted response approximates something meant to be poetic, like "am I not permitted leisure?&nbsp; Must I forever be in motion hither and yon like a hummingbird after too much coffee?" yet instead just comes out more like "I felt like sunbathing instead of swimming".&nbsp; The floppy-eared Rabbit blinks at her cousin, smiles a little, shakes her head before lying back down.&nbsp; &nbsp;Rolling onto her side, facing away from the indignant one, she stretches one leg out after the other in a display of casual repose.<br><br>"Hiking yesterday, hiking tomorrow, swimming whenever the mood takes me.&nbsp; But life must have quiet moments as well, dear Iuventas...and wine.&nbsp; Life must most definitely have the solace of wine.&nbsp; And I prefer not to swim after a glass or two."<br><br>Or three, most likely.<br><br>"What has you in such a mood?&nbsp; Did those ridiculous Piedmontese come back and say unkind things about your bottom again?&nbsp; Foolish meat-headed men-children that they were..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>02-08-2015, 04:57:19</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Grammatical note</div><div class="spoiler_body">I’ll be using “none” as a contraction for “no one,” like it was originally, even though it’s, currently, used as a plural.</div></div><br>Okay, so... apparently, Iuventas needs to work on not sounding scathing when she isn’t meaning to sound that way. But, none is perfect. She laughs a bit at Flacca’s comment about her bottom. “Gah! I hadn’t meant to sound like that,” she backtracks a bit. “At least, I understand the concept of relaxing, unlike your mom. I wouldn’t be one bit surprised if she sleepwalks.” She motions towards the woman moving about the deck like a bee gathering nectar, or tries it at least. Whether she manages to point out Lanata physically or not is beyond her. The violet-haired woman peers down at her younger brown-haired cousin and shakes her head. “I’m not the least bit sour, Flacca. Rather, I was just surprised that you hadn’t joined me in the water. And, I’d rather you not be swimming after two or more glasses of wine.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-08-2015, 05:10:08</strong>
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				"Mother does rather resemble a certain mascot in a battery advertisement, yes," Flacca giggles, stretching her arms now as she rolls onto her back and yawns anew.&nbsp; "I have some of her industry and some of Father's sloth, so I feel more in balance."&nbsp; A moment's contemplation later, she adds, "but that may also be the wine.&nbsp; It seemed like a good idea after lunch--a little sun, a little wine, a little relaxation."<br><br>With some care, she sits up and rests elbows on knees, tilting her head as she grins playfully at her cousin.<br><br>"But not safe for swimming.&nbsp; I trust, then, that no barbarians came around and made unkind comments about your butt."&nbsp; She snorts, rolls her eyes.&nbsp; "One wonders if they really thought that saying that would cause you to swoon and pursue them out of some perverse desire to prove them wrong.&nbsp; Idiots!&nbsp; Tourists..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>02-08-2015, 16:46:18</strong>
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				Iuventas’ eyes meander along Flacca’s athletic frame as she rolls over. Another laugh escapes her lips. Does she realize the other woman’s teasing her? Of course, but what’s the harm in playing along? “They’d have had much better luck as women, if that was their goal.” Is this her way of coming out? No, she’s been out for a few years now. The one thing the brown-furred woman may not suspect is the violet-furred woman having a crush on her.<br><br>And, Lanata comes to a stop right next to the pair. “It’s nice to see to you spending some time together. Is there anything I may do for either of you?” This interruption only receives a stern glare followed by a dismissive eye roll from Iuventas.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-08-2015, 18:35:48</strong>
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				Flacca snorts, giggles.<br><br>"Oh, yes, of course!&nbsp; I'd almost forgotten...that was why they insulted your bottom, I think.&nbsp; Couldn't face the challenge of a woman who didn't think they were interesting or worthy or...or...well, maybe they hoped to goad you into doing something in spite of what you said.&nbsp; <em>Boys</em>."&nbsp; Plenty of derision in that one word.<br><br>Her mother's arrival prompts a sympathetic smile to Iuventas as Flacca leans back to hold both an empty bottle and an empty wineglass.<br><br>"Thank you, Mother.&nbsp; I would carry it back to the galley myself but I think I am maybe not steady on my feet just now.&nbsp; That, and I don't want to leave broken glass all over the stairs.&nbsp; Please?&nbsp; Or I can do it myself later.&nbsp; Or now, if Iuventas is willing to keep me steady."<br><br>Her smile is only mostly innocent, even as she gives her cousin a brief visual appraisal.&nbsp; That the other may not mind the possibility of 'accidentally' brushing against her in the narrow confines of the houseboat is certainly part of her mental equations.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>02-08-2015, 20:51:35</strong>
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				"It’s the least I can do for you, dear,” are Lanata’s words as she takes the wine bottle and wine glass from Flacca. “We, certainly, don’t want broken glass all over the steps.”<br><br>Iuventas refocuses on her cousin. Why may she mind the possibility of “accidentally” brushing against the seated woman? Oh yeah... the whole “cousin” thing. Ha! She doesn’t care about that. “Of course, I’ll help you to a proper bed so you may sleep the wine off. I wouldn’t be a good person if I didn’t do that.” She offers the slightly inebriated woman a hand.<br><br>By this time, the oldest woman is already in the galley. Damn, she moves fast!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-08-2015, 21:01:11</strong>
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				"Thank you, Mother," Flacca repeats, accepting Iuventas's hand and keeping a hold of it a little longer than strictly necessary--her fingers are warm and still slightly slippery from the suntan oil she spread on herself earlier.&nbsp; She wobbles a bit, giggles shyly.<br><br>"Maybe I have had a little too much?&nbsp; Oooooo...should've stood up more slowly!"<br><br>After a few seconds, though, she gets her footing.<br><br>"You don't really need to help me down to my room, dear cousin," she smiles.&nbsp; "I'll be fine.&nbsp; Not that your company is not quite welcome."<br><br>A few halting steps, though, give the lie to that bit of self-reliance, and she slows down and leans into her American relative with an annoyed sigh.&nbsp; The stairs give her a bit of trouble, which means that every step or so she is leaning her full weight into Iuventas, her rump pressing the other woman's belly if she's ahead of her help, her breasts against Iuventas's shoulder if she's alongside.&nbsp; More than enough exposure and contact to drive the self-professed lover of women into a state of acute awareness of Flacca's body.<br><br>It is not until they are nearly at the tiny stateroom that Flacca has long claimed as 'hers' that the brunette gives a mischievous little grin and 'loses' her balance, all but pushing Iuventas against the bulkhead and reaching around to cop a feel of the American's ass...and presses her mouth to Iuventas's, tongue slipping out to tease between soft lips.<br><br>"Something to daydream about," she says as she pulls back, eyes sparkling.&nbsp; "I saw you watching me earlier, you naughty person!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>02-08-2015, 21:44:47</strong>
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				“Yes, I do. And, no you won’t,” comes Iuventas’ response to Flacca’s proclamations about her state right now. She’s alongside her cousin as that’s the proper way to help someone along. How else could she grope the other woman’s ass during their journey while providing proper support to her? The violet-haired woman returns the brunette’s brief kiss and gropes her ass. “I’d say the same to you, but you’re, probably, daydreaming about my breasts as I saw you staring at them topside. Now, get some rest.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-08-2015, 21:54:50</strong>
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				Flacca pouts flirtatiously.<br><br>"How could I not?&nbsp; Poking out at me and inspiring thoughts of clothespins and spanking that lovely bottom of yours and wet, wicked games..."<br><br>She blushes when her brain catches up with her ears, but manages to retreat with some dignity and closes her door before her humiliation gets any worse.&nbsp; But, for Iuventas, this stay just became a lot more interesting!&nbsp; When did Flacca start being interested in her?&nbsp; Or perhaps she's just playing around because it's fun to flirt?<br><br>The next few hours go by uneventfully.&nbsp; When Uncle Asellio rouses himself, he tries to get Iuventas to play chess while he talks at her about his newest research, studying old Roman ruins and acting as a go-between for a long-term regional study.&nbsp; Strange, perhaps, that when he's on the clock, or on the job, he shows as much industry as his wife, but when he's at leisure he's almost too laid back.&nbsp; Aunt Lanata just putters about, as if any moment that isn't full of some activity is a torment devoutly to be fled and forgotten.<br><br>It is not until suppertime that Flacca reappears, much subdued and shy.&nbsp; She gives Iuventas an apologetic little sidelong glance, but gets badgered into the galley to help prepare supper before the cousins can discuss their moment of mutual revelation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>02-08-2015, 22:55:29</strong>
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				Iuventas, simply, returns topside clad only in her bikini bottom to swim a bit more and sunbathe. Why’s she topless? They seem to be the only ones in this part of the lake today so she figures there’s no harm in going topless. Is she just this way to tease Flacca? Mayhaps.<br><br>All Asellio gets from her in return for his offer of chess during his long-winded speech about his newest research is a dismissive eye roll. What about the whole respect one’s elders thing? Bah! She doesn’t care about that ideology right now as these particular elders either interrupted her or drowned her in information that’s useless to her because she won’t become an archeologist or a historian.<br><br>Although, the violet-haired woman would much rather remain topless during dinner, she thinks better of it but only after the brunette glances at her. She returns the glance with a knowing smile as if she was saying her cousin had nothing for which to apologize. After all the elder to the two young adults had returned the younger one’s kiss.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-08-2015, 23:04:15</strong>
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				Supper is a bit awkward, although Flacca and her father carry on a lively conversation about his work--she certainly takes an interest, but Iuventas's eyeroll is mirrored by her aunt's.&nbsp; Afterwards, the adults take their leave to visit some friends, with stern admonitions in their wake not to invite any virile young men on board or anything like that, and an additional comment to Flacca that she ought not have any more wine after this afternoon.<br><br>Waving her parents off and wishing them a pleasant evening's entertainment, Flacca heads to the galley to clean off the dishes and store the leftovers, not quite looking at her cousin again.&nbsp; Still, there seems to be a bit more sway in her hips that there used to be, and she's certainly blushing about something.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>02-08-2015, 23:48:56</strong>
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				With supper over, Iuventas removes her top once more. She follows Flacca to the galley, watching the other woman’s butt the whole time. She hugs her cousin from behind. “Why are you blushing, sexy? If it’s about the kiss earlier, we both enjoyed it. It, even, took all of my self control not to kiss you again before supper.” The violet-haired woman presses her sizable breasts into the brunette’s back briefly before stepping back and curling her fingers under the hem of her tee shirt. “What’s with the tee shirt? You know how casual we are at supper on the boat.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-08-2015, 02:02:40</strong>
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				Flacca stiffens, eyes falling shut as she moans softly, pressing her bottom back against Iuventas's belly.<br><br>"Y-yeah, but flashing my boobs at my parents is kind of a little weird, don't you think?"<br><br>One of her hands steals back to rest on her cousin's hip, her fingers brushing the tie that keeps Iuventas's bikini bottoms on.<br><br>"And now you are having wicked, horrible, naughty thoughts about my innocent and nubile body, aren't you?"&nbsp; She tries to sound sultry, mysterious, tempting, but there's a nervous squeak in her voice that just makes her seem vulnerable.&nbsp; "I hope you have some earplugs, because the last time my parents went dancing they were up <em>all</em> night long."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>03-08-2015, 02:29:49</strong>
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				Iuventas starts lifting Flacca’s shirt up while laughing at her comments. “Neither your mom nor I think it’s weird to show others our breasts at supper on the boat. Granted, you, probably, paid more attention to my breasts than your mother’s. I, even, played with the idea of eating topless.” She licks her lips. “So what if I’m imagining us doing naughty things together? You, probably, did so during your nap.” Her left hand “accidentally” slips onto the other woman’s left breast. “They, likely, won’t be the only ones up <em>all night</em> tonight, babe.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-08-2015, 03:16:18</strong>
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				"Now you're just teasing me," Flacca pouts, moving her arms to give Iuventas an easier task, rubbing her bottom against her cousin's belly.&nbsp; "I had forgotten you preferred a woman's touch.&nbsp; But then you kept watching me.&nbsp; That's...kind of nice." She bites her lower lip.&nbsp; "Usually the only people who pay that much attention to me forget that my eyes are up here.&nbsp; So to speak."<br><br>She sighs, wiggles more.<br><br>"Mom and Dad fuck like teenagers.&nbsp; I'm just shocked I have as few siblings as I do!&nbsp; And some things I didn't want to know.&nbsp; So, earplugs."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>08-08-2015, 19:22:41</strong>
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				Iuventas regrips the hem of Flacca’s shirt and lifts it over her head before discarding it to their left. “What makes you think I’m teasing you, babe?” Her hands go in opposite directions, right to her cousin’s breast and left the other’s crotch. “I’ve heard auntie moan, and, if you’re anything like her, I won’t need the earplugs because you’ll be drowning it out,” are the older woman’s words as she starts kneading the younger one’s breast and rubbing her crotch. She licks her lips. “As for forgetting where one’s eyes are, I’ve been guilty of that with you before, and you’ve, probably, been guilty of forgetting where mine are located as well.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-08-2015, 19:38:40</strong>
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				Flacca squeaks, tilts her head back to rest on Iuventas's shoulder, moans as her breast is fondled and her mound is cupped.<br><br>"Oh!&nbsp; Oh, naughty!&nbsp; I'm your <em>cousin</em>..."<br><br>This last does not stop her hands from drifting back down to rub the taller woman's hips, nor does it stop her from grinding her bottom into the American's belly.<br><br>"...n-not supposed to want to fuck you!&nbsp; Not supposed to think about you when Daddy's stuffing Mom's ass and she's begging him to go harder because she's his dirty little slut..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>08-08-2015, 21:30:50</strong>
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				“And, why should being related matter, if two consenting women - such as ourselves - love each other. After all, we’d either have to adopt or need a sperm donor, if we want a child,” comes Iuventas’ rebuttal of Flacca’s statement about being her cousin. She pinches the other woman’s nipple through her bikini top while rubbing her pussy through the bottom. “I’m a bit surprised you haven’t untied my bottom yet, sexy,” the American goads the Italian teasingly. By this time, the older woman’s starting to get wet from the grinding action of the younger one’s butt against her crotch. She licks her lips once more, this time as her hand makes its way down the front of her lover’s bikini bottom. “I’ve wanted you for around two years, now,” she admits completely unashamed of her feelings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-08-2015, 21:37:29</strong>
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				The lop-eared brunette groans as her nipple is pinched, feeling a jolt of erotic pleasure hit her core.&nbsp; Pussy clenching, whimpering and squirming, her fingers find the ties to her cousin's bikini bottom, pull until the knots start to slip.<br><br>"That's very wicked of you," she whispers, biting her lower lip.&nbsp; "Why, you might do any matter of horrible, evil, naughty things to me if I were to let you come to my bed tonight...put your hands on me...listen to my parents fuck..."<br><br>Hearing Iuventas mention time brings her up a bit short.<br><br>"Two years?&nbsp; I was all skinny, arms and legs and barely had my boobs then!"<br><br>Not <em>quite</em> accurate, although she has filled out nicely since.&nbsp; In her defense, the feel of gentle fingers probing her sex, teasing her mound, slipping down inside her bikini bottoms is a little distracting.&nbsp; No doubt this, mixed with a hint of lower self-esteem, leads her to overestimate her physical maturation.<br><br>"N-not here!&nbsp; Bed..."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>12-08-2015, 18:58:08</strong>
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				Iuventas smiles when Flacca unites her bikini bottom. “You were beautiful back then, babe. How could I have not started feeling this way about you?” She licks her lips yet again before they curl into a smirk. “The only way for us to get this into bed right now is if you agree to let me molest you on the way there. You see, I’m an exhibitionist at heart.” She slips a finger into the other woman’s vagina briefly as a way to tease her before totally removing her hands from her crush’s body so she may think about the proposition clearly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-08-2015, 05:20:12</strong>
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				With a soft whine, Flacca yanks the knots holding Iuventas's bottoms loose all the way.<br><br>"Beast," she whispers.&nbsp; "Surely you wouldn't?"<br><br>Feeling her cousin withdraw, she moans again, a hungry, frustrated little noise of lust and arousal.<br><br>"Could I stop you if you wanted to do so?"&nbsp; Biting her lower lip shyly, she turns all the way around and backs against the counter, letting her eyes explore the American's body.&nbsp; "Show me what you will do," she counters, blushing.&nbsp; "I want to see you do it..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>02-09-2015, 19:38:15</strong>
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				Do Flacca’s words and actions amount to acceptance of Iuventas’ offer? Mayhaps, but mayhaps not. Although, the latter thinks they must because she reaches out, giving the latter’s left nipple a pinch. “That’s a possibility. As is this.” The older woman tickles the younger one for a few seconds before scratching her own chin. Yes, she used “molest” earlier, but tickling is just as fun, at least, for her. “Of course, there’s the generic fondling as well. Ooh... and, lest I forget...” the American trails off before rubbing the Italian’s vagina briefly. She closes the tiny gap that exists between them and gives her cousin a kiss on the lips.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-09-2015, 16:31:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The nipple pinch seems to do something wicked to Flacca, as her head tilts back and her eyes roll back and her mouth falls open.&nbsp; She makes a soft and submissive noise, wiggling her bottom.<br><br>"I...I...no fair!&nbsp; You like being watched and I want to watch!"<br><br>As Iuventas touches her vulva, the floppy-eared Italian squeaks and almost goes limp.<br><br>"Ooooooo!&nbsp; Bed!&nbsp; Please?&nbsp; Bed...now?&nbsp; I..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>03-09-2015, 17:19:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“You what, babe,” Iuventas questions as she slaps Flacca’s breasts playfully. She backs up so the other woman can slide off the counter but positions her left hand so her cousin should slide onto it. “You win. Off we go, but remember your body is mine on the way there.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-09-2015, 17:23:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Being slapped across her sensitive breasts brought a soft cry out of Flacca, and her knees went weak for a moment.&nbsp; Clutching at the counter, she barely kept herself standing.<br><br>"No fair!&nbsp; Don't do that!&nbsp; I can't stand it!"<br><br>After a moment, she realized what Iuventas was offering and slid forward, leaning into her cousin.<br><br>"Take me to bed," she whispered, hiding her face against the taller woman's neck.&nbsp; "Take me to bed and hold me while we listen to my parents fuck some little clubber..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>22-09-2015, 15:53:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iuventas replaces her left hand with her right just long enough to disappear behind Flacca. “Need I remind you that we’ll be fucking as well, sexy?” She starts teasing the other woman’s labia. “Lead the way.” By this time, the violet-furred woman’s right hand is fondling and kneading the brown-furred one’s right breast.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-09-2015, 04:45:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Whimpering, the floppy-eared one led the way...slowly, not at all steady on her feet now that her cousin was exploring and teasing her body.<br><br>"Y-yes...while they do things to her!&nbsp; Perverted things...ahhhh, and make her beg for more like the slut she is..."<br><br>At the door, she leans back into Iuventas, moans as she fumbles with the handle, tries to turn and offer her lips to the taller woman.<br><br>"He'll probably take her in the ass while making her eat Mom to orgasm!&nbsp; That's what they did last time, the perverts...so thoughtless!&nbsp; Or perhaps they got off on knowing I could hear them.&nbsp; Unless they thought I was asleep?"<br><br>She almost falls through the door, pulling Iuventas with her.<br><br>"Ravish me," she whispers, giggling giddily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>03-10-2015, 21:19:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Not that I needed to know any of that, but thanks for the information,” are Iuventas’ words as she suddenly reverses course by releasing Flacca. “What if I’ve just been torturing you and don’t want to fuck you?” She steps around the other woman and gives each of her breasts a slap, hopefully, before she can voice her objection to that possibility. “I’ll be right back with a surprise. Your ass is to be in the air when I return.” The American departs her Italian cousin’s room for her own.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-10-2015, 21:30:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Meanie," Flacca pouts as she is pushed backward, falling onto her narrow bed, thighs parting in a desperate attempt to find balance.&nbsp; But then Iuventas slaps her breasts and she cries out, head falling back, eyes closing.&nbsp; She reaches between her thighs to cup her hungry, needy, aching sex...rubs slowly.<br><br>"Don't tease me, cousin, please?&nbsp; I want you...want to feel you against me, your fingers in me..."<br><br>She does nothing to stop the American's retreat, and when her cousin returns she has rolled over onto her stomach.&nbsp; Her bottom is up in the air, her fingers teasing her clit and labia, spreading herself open to show how wet and ready she is.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>19-10-2015, 06:01:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iuventas rummages through the cherry trunk at the foot of her queen size oak bed. “Not you,” is her comment as she moves a green vibrator off to her right. The comment repeats as she shifts a cyan bullet vibe off to her right. Her small, beady hazel eyes light up as they fall upon a ten-inch black latex strapon. “There you are.” She climbs onto Flacca’s bed and starts teasing her pussy with the toy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-10-2015, 20:41:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing Iuventas return, Flacca rubs herself faster, wiggling her hips in what she hopes is an enticing manner, hoping to feel the taller girl's hands on her body soon...and she lets out a squeak as she feels the toy brushing her sensitive flesh.<br><br>"What...oh!&nbsp; Dildo?"<br><br>She tries to turn to get a look at it without stopping or getting up, which doesn't work very well.<br><br>"Is this what you do with your American girlfriends?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>01-11-2015, 20:31:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Ironically, I haven’t had any girlfriends back at home. However, my <em>whore</em> of a mother took it regularly.” Iuventas pushes a few inches of the dildo into Flacca’s pussy. “Hell, I’d worked that <em>bitch</em> up to my eleven-and-a-half inch vibrating strap-on before she went back home two years ago.” She licks her black-painted lips slowly, pushing a few more inches of the latex didlo into her cousin. “You may have even gotten off listening to the loudmouth moan her head off.” The American spanks the Italian hard. Smack! “I <em>never</em> said you could look back at me.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-11-2015, 20:48:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Flacca's eyes go wide.<br><br>"You fucked your <em>mom</em>?"<br><br>Her fingers speed up, but she doesn't turn back around even after the encouragement of a spank.<br><br>"You...you fucked...oh, my!&nbsp; Did...did she scream for it?&nbsp; Did she...oh, fuck...did you make her service you?"<br><br>The floppy-eared one does not sound the least bit disgusted.&nbsp; Turned on, maybe.<br><br>"Did you whip her?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>21-11-2015, 21:14:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Yes. The <em>whore</em> screamed her pretty little head off whenever I fucked her,” Iuventas replies smugly, working three more inches of the dildo into Flacca’s pussy. “She begged me to reschedule her flight because she wanted me to fuck her publicly. Instead, I sent her home in a pair of latex panties with an eleven-and-a-half inch vibrator on its highest setting forced into her cunt.” She moves her hips in slow circles while hilting the other woman. “Sadly, I never got the chance to whip her.” The American smirks as she starts thrusting into the Italian with long, hard, slow strokes. “<em>Your</em> mother’s, probably, even kinkier than mine. She said she’d <em>love</em> to get off to me fucking you senseless after I raped her two nights ago. That <em>whore</em> started screaming my name in pleasure about halfway through my attack.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-11-2015, 21:18:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Flacca cries out, rubbing herself faster.&nbsp; Her head droops between her shoulders and she gasps as the toy slides deeper.<br><br>"F-fuck, did you?&nbsp; Fucked my mom, too?"<br><br>She whimpers, squirms, pinches her clit firmly.<br><br>"Oh, fuck!&nbsp; Did you...did you rape her ass?&nbsp; Did you fist her?&nbsp; Fuuuhhhhhhhck..."&nbsp; More squirming.&nbsp; "Make them fist each other!&nbsp; Our moms...deep fisting...whipped...forced to lez out...ahhhhhh!"<br><br>Flacca's imagination is not quite as innocent as Iuventas imagined heretofore.<br><br>"Hurt that bitch, make her take it, force her to come...ahhhh..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>12-12-2015, 05:31:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iuventas continues hilting Flacca’s vagina methodically, almost like she’s chiseling through a block of granite with copper tools. She cackles, almost evilly, at the other woman’s string of questions. She adds a shake of her head. “Hell no! I always claim a bitch by stuffing her vagina. That was my first time with auntie.” The American’s pace picks up so she’s jackhammering into the Italian, like a construction worker does the sidewalk. More cackling. “I’ll be surprised if you haven’t fucked that submissive <em>whore</em>. Tell me the truth: have you fucked her? You’re nowhere near as innocent as you’d like me to think.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-12-2015, 02:10:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<em>Noooooooo</em>," the floppy eared one groans, squirming as she is pounded harder and faster.&nbsp; "N-never...wanna watch, though...wanna see that..."<br><br>With a gasp, she arches her back.<br><br>"Gonna!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>14-01-2016, 18:29:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iuventas goes slack-jawed at Flacca’s answer. After gathering herself, she shakes her head. “You’ll just have to fantasize about that because you know my mom’s back in the States.” Her rhythm slows down a bit. “I never said you need my permission to cum, silly.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-01-2016, 19:00:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Noooo!&nbsp; Don't slow down..."<br><br>Flacca whimpers, pushes herself back on the toy.<br><br>"So close!&nbsp; So close!&nbsp; Please?&nbsp; Harder!"<br><br>She suddenly reaches around to press a finger against her tight tail hole and shudders, the added stimulation just enough to bring her to a screaming climax.&nbsp; Fortunately for Iuventas's eardrums, she presses her face into a pillow and uses that to muffle her cries of pleasure before going limp under her cousin.<br><br>"Fuck...you fucked your <em>mom</em>?&nbsp; Ewwwwwww..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>05-02-2016, 01:28:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“I mentioned that a few minutes ago, and you’re just now reacting to it, Flacca. There are times I think you’re hopeless,” is Iuventas’ comment, ending in faux-scathing disappointment in the other woman. The American gives the Italian a firm swat on the ass to remind her who’s in control of the situation. The violet-haired woman laughs a bit when the brown-haired one orgasms. “See? I didn’t have to speed back up or get rougher.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-02-2016, 01:35:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shuddering as her climax ebbs, Flacca goes still and hugs the pillow.<br><br>"I was distracted," she mumbles, blushing--and true, the thought of forbidden lesbian domination and submission, especially the idea of her mom and aunt hurting one another in erotic ways, had taken front and center stage.&nbsp; Iuventas's admission that she was the driving force in the situation was of less immediate importance.<br><br>"But still!&nbsp; You fucked your mom!"<br><br>Then the floppy-eared one giggles softly.<br><br>"Does your dad know?&nbsp; Did he watch?&nbsp; Or was he off chasing little boys or something instead?"&nbsp; Turning a smile over one shoulder, she tried to reach up and fondle her cousin's boobs.<br><br>"You're very naughty."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>12-02-2016, 23:04:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“More like being fucked by your cousin, to point out the obvious. But, ‘distracted’ works just as well,” Iuventas laughs heartily. She leans down a bit and gives Flacca’s left ear a slight tug. “Come on! Don’t you dare tell me you haven’t thought about having your way with my mom, or her having her way with you, because I’ve heard you moaning her name on, at least, two occasions. As for my dad, you nailed him chasing other men.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-02-2016, 00:13:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I must have really been out of it, if I was."&nbsp; Flacca pouts a little bit, trying to look younger and more innocent and not quite getting in the ballpark.&nbsp; "But yeah, your mom is pretty hot.&nbsp; She'd be more tempting if she wasn't family.&nbsp; But I'd be lying if I said I didn't find it oh so easy to get major girl crushes on MILF types.&nbsp; That's the right acronym, isn't it?"&nbsp; Having her ear tugged elicits a brief scowl.&nbsp; "But the odds of being molested by Auntie while I'm running around in a naughty schoolgirl uniform are pretty much just a casual daydream when I wanna get off and don't want to really think of something more intricate."<br><br>She turns her pout up a notch.<br><br>"I don't think she's into schoolgirls.&nbsp; Is she?&nbsp; Not that you'd mind either way."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>25-02-2016, 13:21:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Stop pouting, Flacca. You know it doesn’t work on me,” Iuventas scoffs at Flacca. She shakes her head and gives the other woman a harsh spank. “Since when has being family stopped you from being into someone? After all, need I remind you that we’re cousins.” She smirks. “My mom would, actually, much rather be a schoolgirl than have her way with one.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-02-2016, 16:06:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, but we're also both girls.&nbsp; Nothing's gonna happen."&nbsp; Flacca makes a face.&nbsp; "Besides, it's Mom.&nbsp; Auntie is one thing.&nbsp; Mom's another.&nbsp; I wouldn't mind watching them fuck, but I'd rather be between you and your mom than our two moms."<br><br>She sticks her tongue out playfully.<br><br>"I'd rather fuck my baby sister than my mom.&nbsp; And she's not into girls.&nbsp; I don't think."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>26-02-2016, 20:15:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iuventas shakes her head when Flacca sticks her tongue out. “That tongue belongs inside your mouth, missy.” She giggles like a giddy schoolgirl. “I know that Crispa’s into women because I saw her with two at the same time a few weeks ago.” Her brown eyes twinkle a bit as she reveals, “She told me the exact same thing about bedding you a few days ago.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-02-2016, 20:21:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The floppy-eared Bunny giggled softly.<br><br>"Really?&nbsp; My baby sis?&nbsp; Got sandwiched?&nbsp; Tell me more!"<br><br>Biting her lower lip, she wigged a bit, rubbing herself.<br><br>"...who were they?&nbsp; What happened?"<br><br>Trying, obviously, to avoid the question of getting little Crispa into the sack.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>02-03-2016, 16:01:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A dull smack is heard when Iuventas brings her right hand to her forehead before running it down her face in exasperation. Smack! “I may be perverse enough to fuck my mom, aunt, and cousin, but, I’m not a voyeur. Although, I did see the trio positioned so each woman was eating out another.” She gives Flacca’s ass a firm pinch. “I’m also not a walking nose, so I didn’t ask her for their names. You may do so at your own risk, though.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-03-2016, 17:56:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No way!&nbsp; I'm not gonna risk pissing her off.&nbsp; Especially not if she's got a good thing going."<br><br>Flacca giggled, squirmed as she disengaged from the toy, rolled onto her back and offered a hug to her cousin.<br><br>"And you think enjoying a good show is somehow worse than girly-humping your own family?&nbsp; Naughty!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>21-03-2016, 20:52:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“In a way, yes. Sex is meant to be a private encounter between two or more individuals unless the participants wish to make it public.” Iuventas tugs Flacca’s right ear gently. “Also, I didn’t think you’d want to press your luck with Crispa either.” She leans down, taking the offered hug.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-03-2016, 21:02:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I guess," Flacca said, not sounding at all convinced.&nbsp; "All the more reason to actually close the door and keep it down, though." She wrinkled her nose cutely.&nbsp; "Baby sis is almost as loud as Mom!"<br><br>She settled into her cousin's embrace, nuzzled those tempting, full breasts.<br><br>"Baby sis would really want to get into my panties," she asked a few minutes later, sounding more confused than alarmed.&nbsp; "Huh.&nbsp; And here I thought she liked boys.&nbsp; And only boys."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>07-04-2016, 17:42:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“I know about Crispa’s volume in bed. It’s not like I haven’t heard her before.” Iuventas breaks her embrace with Flacca just before the second statement about Crispa. “Believe it or not; she’d like to eat you out at the table while I smack your tits around.” She slaps Flacca’s breasts simultaneously as a demonstration. Thud! Thud!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-04-2016, 17:55:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Flacca cried out, one hand stealing down to rub herself as Iuventas slapped her.<br><br>"Oh...oh, that's wicked!&nbsp; You...you, me, baby sister..."<br><br>Her fingers sped up, leaving her gasping.<br><br>"Oh...oh, fuck, would she?&nbsp; Her tongue on my clit, up my bum, fingering herself..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>04-11-2016, 21:00:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iuventas slaps Flacca’s left breast again. “It’d thrill her to no end. However, the kinky bunny sounded like she’d only be servicing your vagina with you secured to something.” She licks her lips slowly as her right thumb and index finger close around the other woman’s nipple. “You seem to <em>love</em> having your tits slapped,” the older one comments applying two slaps to the younger one’s right breast to emphasize the words “tits” and “slapped,” respectively.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-11-2016, 21:05:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Whimpering, the flop-eared beauty worked two fingers up inside her hot pussy, crooking them just so to hit that good, gasping spot.&nbsp; As 'Venta keeps spanking her boobs, she cried out at every slap.&nbsp; Her eyes rolled back in her head when her cousin pinched one aching nipple.<br><br>"F-fuck, yes, I love having them spanked," she squeaked, blushing terribly.&nbsp; "W-want to be tied up, boobs snugly bound...ahhhh...nipples clamped...fucked everywhere...f-fingers, tongues, toys..."<br><br>A low whine escaped her, tears welling in her eyes.<br><br>"...watched by horny girls, all rubbing off to the sight of me getting fucked..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>04-11-2016, 21:51:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iuventas’ eyes light up when she hears all of Flacca’s dreams. “Sounds like somebody just volunteered herself to be my slave, as that’s the quickest way for her to be tied up and used like a toy.” The American’s teeth close around the Italian’s left nipple and give it a slight tug. “For starters, we’ll be fucking topside so everyone within earshot may hear you at your loudest. Also, loose the bottom so everyone will be able to see me finger fucking you clearly on our way up.” The dominant woman dismounts her submissive counterpart.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-11-2016, 22:05:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"J-just for now, yes," Flacca blushed.&nbsp; "Not always.&nbsp; Not every time.&nbsp; B-but right now,&nbsp; yes..."<br><br>She wiggled out of her bottom, yanking the knot in the sidestring open, exposing her dripping sex to the cool air.<br><br>"Right now, I want to be put in shibari and fucked silly," she admitted in a shame-filled whisper.&nbsp; "Fucked good and hard.&nbsp; I'm just that wicked."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>07-11-2016, 15:40:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Interesting,” Iuventas states about Flacca’s desire only to her slave periodically, tapping her chin a few times. “We’ll have to see how that works out.” She shoves three fingers into her cousin’s vagina after hearing her preferred version of events. “I’ll see what I can do about that. Also, you’re forbidden from pleasuring yourself for the rest of the night.” The violet-furred American slips behind the brown-furred Italian. “Get moving.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-11-2016, 16:01:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Having three fingers thrust suddenly into her sex elicited a howl from the busty flop-eared lass, and she fought to keep her balance and her feet for a moment before finally managing a few halting steps.<br><br>"Ohhh...oh, that's so cruel!&nbsp; Not letting me..."<br><br>Her blush deepened.<br><br>"Don't you want to watch me do that?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>11-11-2016, 00:15:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iuventas shakes her head with a giggle. “Need I remind you that I’m an exhibitionist,” she questions Flacca rhetorically. She spanks the other woman as forcefully as she can while still being playful. The taller American bunnygirl massages the shorter Italian’s ass as they ascend towards the deck. “You may get to indulge your voyeuristic side tonight, if I can get ahold of your lovely sister.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-11-2016, 05:03:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ohhhhhh..."<br><br>The busty little Italian goes limp, sagging against the wall.<br><br>"Oh, fuck, yes...what...what will you do with her?&nbsp; To her?&nbsp; I..."<br><br>She blushes terribly.<br><br>"So wicked!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>16-11-2016, 03:09:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iuventás stops the massage so they’ll get topside cooperatively. “You’ll just have to wait and see if I can get my hands on your sister,” she states matter-of-factly. She sits down on the chair Flacca had been on a while ago with her legs spread. “Kneel between my legs while I decide on our next activity.”<br><br>Crispa smiles at the pair as she emerges from the water. “I wondered if I’d see you two together tonight.” The newcomer’s brown eyes gleam as she removes her light orange one piece and kneels silently.<br><br>Iuventás looks over at Crispa with a smile before looking back at Flacca. “Looks like I get both of you after all. The best part of this situation is I didn’t even have to ask your sister to join us.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-11-2016, 19:18:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Flacca whines as the stimulation stops, walks the rest of the way on unsteady legs, and goes to her knees almost gratefully before burying her face against her cousin's crotch.&nbsp; Even before she realizes that Crispa is there, she puts her tongue to work on her cousin, eager to hear the confident older girl cry out in pleasure...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>20-11-2016, 03:50:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iuventás gasps loudly when Flacca’s face is buried into her crotch. “I told you to, simply, ‘kneel’ ...&nbsp; while I contemplate ‘our next activity’ ... without an indication ... for you to service ... me. Thus ... while I appreciate your ... doing so ... I must ... require you to ... stop immediately ... because your ... technically ... disobeying me,” she scolds the woman between her legs between “ooh”s that become ever more frequent near the end.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-11-2016, 19:40:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ignoring Iuventas's cross comments, Flacca redoubles her efforts and licks her domme from clit to anus again and again, sliding her tongue into the older girl now and again, hips waggling with growing desire.&nbsp; The knowledge that her baby sister is watching only makes her more wanton, and she parts her legs for better stability, knowing that Crispa can see everything.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>24-11-2016, 03:56:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iuventás yanks Flacca away from her vagina by the hair. “I told you to stop. Move back so you’re even with Crispa, but <em>don’t</em> touch her.” She returns nylon rope and ball gag in hand about three minutes later. “Crispa, your sister has been a naughty girl. Bind her arms behind her back and gag her to make sure she niether plays with herself nor says a word while I have my way with you right here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-11-2016, 04:10:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Flacca backs up as instructed and pouts, wiggling as her baby sister ties her up...tries not to ogle her baby sister's firm breasts, and definitely does not want to think about having to watch!&nbsp; But apparently Iuventas has other plans.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 02:40:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iuventás smiles at Crispa. “Be a dear and elaborate on exactly what you’d like to help me do to Flacca. I’ve told her the part about us tag-teaming her in a chair but nothing else came up. You may use her for demonstrations at your whim during the elaboration.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 06:57:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Crispa licks her lips and snickers softly as she regards her elder sister, trembling and blushing.<br><br>"I want to tie her boobs and see her spanked," she offers, voice hitching with excitement.&nbsp; "Make her grind on a knotted crotch rope with a toy stuffed inside!"<br><br>She grins at Iuventas.<br><br>"Just like that picture in the pervvy bondage mag she likes to pretend she doesn't rub off to whenever Mom and Dad fuck some random girl all night long."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>14-12-2016, 14:27:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iuventás scratches her chin as Crispa speaks. Her eyes light up when the other woman mentions Flacca’s magazine. “I know the exact magazine you’re talking about because I’ve seen it as well. We’ll have to see how much of that comes to pass.” Her eyes twinkle as she approaches Crispa. “For now, however...” she trails off, giving her younger cousin a firm but brief kiss on the lips. “She watches.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-12-2016, 04:46:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Crispa parts her lips and reaches up to hug Iuventas.<br><br>"Is this where you fuck me silly and make me a happy girl while my big sis has to watch and squirm in humiliated frustration?&nbsp; I'm tired of having to listen to her get off when I've nobody to help me deal with it.&nbsp; So a little punishment sounds like a lot of fun!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>07-01-2017, 17:35:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iuventás smirks at Crispa’s question. “No. This is when you grind Flacca’s gagged face while sucking my right nipple.” The domme repositions herself so the free submissive can follow her instructions.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-01-2017, 21:59:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a giggle, the barely-legal Bunny straddles her older sister's face and grinds down, pouting when Flacca tries to resist for a moment.&nbsp; Pulling her attention away from Iuventas for a moment, she pinches, twists, and yanks on her sister's nipples until a muffled scream emerges...then sighs with pleasure and leans against the American, fastening her lips eagerly on the woman's full breast.<br><br>"Big sis is a meanie and won't lick my hot little twat," she complains, wiggling her hips.&nbsp; "Must be that incest taboo thing."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>08-01-2017, 19:40:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“It’s physically impossible for her to lick you with that gag in her mouth,” Iuventás reminds Crispa as she pushes Flacca’s face firmly against her vagina. “You’ll suck my right nipple unless you want deprived of the opportunity to do your favorite thing by a ball gag. Yes, I’ve seen you sucking another woman’s nipples before.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nova Roma (MP/Machete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-01-2017, 19:41:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"But I can punish her for it anyway," Crispa giggled.&nbsp; "Being a domme means never having to say you're sorry.&nbsp; Or something."<br><br>And she fastened her mouth on the offered nipple, sucking eagerly.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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