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  Candy Kisses: Lupercalian Feast

  Silvia Violet

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  Copyright ©2007 Silvia Violet

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  Lupercalian Feast

  Julianne popped in the DVD she’d brought with her. She’d be damned if she’d miss out on a mind-blowing Valentine’s Day orgasm even if she had to give it to herself. As she cued up the video, she couldn’t stop her mind from replaying yesterday’s humiliating scene.

  Her boyfriend Brad had never been willing to get as dirty or as kinky as she’d wanted. Yet there he’d been doggy-style fucking another woman on his kitchen floor, going at her as hard as he could. The horny couple had been completely oblivious to Julianne’s presence. Brad knew she had a key and that she was coming over to make dinner. The day before Valentine’s Day was an extra nasty time to cheat on your girlfriend.

  Julianne spewed a long string of curses. Every time she’d wanted something more than vanilla sex in bed, Brad had put her off or tried to convince her she wouldn’t really enjoy what she’d suggested. She thought he was intimidated by her requests. Again she’d been hit with the Latin Professor Curse.

  No man she’d dated seemed capable of believing that a good little girl who’d grown up to be a Classics Professor could possibly be interested in kinky sex. Did no one actually study the Romans anymore? Talk about a civilization rife with kinky sex practices. Fuck Brad and all the men like him. Her vibrator lasted a hell of a lot longer than most men anyway.

  Now she was alone at her family’s mountain cabin. She’d been planning to ask Brad to spend the weekend with her so they could celebrate Valentine’s properly. Of course she was probably having a better time. She’d been craving some solitude. Sex with Brad had never been that great, and she’d become an expert at pleasuring herself.

  She’d spent Valentine’s Day baking bread, reading a few sci-fi novels, and catching up on emails, but now she was restless, horny, and longing for a man who would do exactly what she wanted. At least she had some good porn and her favorite vibrator.

  She tucked herself under a warm comforter, laying her lube, her double penetration dildo and a towel beside her. She picked up the remote and tapped scene advance until she got to her favorite section, two guys doing one girl who looked like she truly loved having both her holes stuffed simultaneously.

  Her body tightened with longing as she watched the actors working the woman between them. She ignored the cheesy music and let the sounds of the three of them moaning and gasping heat her up until she couldn’t resist touching herself. After a few minutes of finger fucking, she pushed her vibrator in deep, filling herself front and back, just like the woman on the screen.

  Within seconds, Julianne closed her eyes. She forgot about the film and transported herself to her own fantasies where a hot guy took her pussy while another filled her ass with his huge cock, stretching her until it hurt. She begged her fantasy men for more.

  Julianne’s body tensed as she neared climax, and tingling heat raced through her body. She tilted the vibrator so it rubbed wickedly against her G-spot while the second shaft stretched her ass. She cried out as she went over, enjoying the moment of tight pleasure/pain before her body spasmed wildly, squeezing both the shafts inside her.

  When she’d enjoyed every last pulse of her orgasm and recovered enough to move, she switched off the movie. She cleaned up herself and her toy before switching off the light and slipping back between the covers. Her body felt liquid and thoroughly relaxed. She should get a good night’s sleep.

  As she drifted off, she thought about how if she lived in Ancient Rome, she would be celebrating Lupercalia tomorrow. Many people viewed Lupercalia as the precursor to the modern Valentine’s Day. It was a pagan fertility festival that the Christian church had been eager to stamp out.

  To celebrate Lupercalia, young men and women drew names from an urn and then took to the fields to fornicate with their randomly chosen partners, definitely not something the Church could condone. Julianne giggled sleepily at the thought of enjoying such illicit pleasure. Flowers and candy paled in comparison.

  * * *

  In the wee hours of the morning, music and shouting woke Julianne. Sitting up, she pushed her long hair back from her face. She dragged herself to the bathroom, thinking the noise would fade by the time she returned to bed. But when she entered her bedroom again, she still heard the sounds of people partying.

  The closest house was miles away, and the temperature outside had to be around thirty degrees. She walked into the living room and turned on both the porch light and the light in the driveway. She couldn’t see anyone, not even an animal.

  Knowing she was a fool to investigate alone but unable to staunch her curiosity, she got dressed, grabbed a large flashlight, and stepped outside. Was she really hearing music or had she lost her mind?

  The noises seemed to emanate from the right side of the cabin so she started down the path that led to the property of her nearest neighbor, a family who ran a goat farm. Surely they weren’t having a get-together so loud she could hear it all the way at her cabin? It was close to two a.m. on a cold February night; no one had family parties at this hour.

  About a quarter of the way to her neighbor’s farm, the path opened into a clearing. The spot was perfect for picnics, and some time ago her family had made a fire pit and set up a circle of stone benches around it. Was someone using their picnic spot for a party?

  The closer she got to the clearing, the louder the sounds of revelry. At some point Julianne realized that the music she heard sounded like the Ancient Roman music she had studied in graduate school -- definitely not something a group of kids would play at a Valentine’s Day beer fest. Maybe she really was going crazy.

  She finally reached the clearing. Lanterns lined the perimeter of the circle, lending enough light to let her see what was happening there. Flabbergasted, Julianne dropped her flashlight and pinched herself as hard as she could.

  The pinch hurt like hell, but it didn’t wake her up. If this was a dream, she was so deeply asleep nothing would wake her. When her shock wore off enough to let her move, she stepped off the path and crouched behind a tree.

  Dozens of people frolicked in the clearing. All of them were naked, even the two men playing instruments that looked like ancient versions of harps. Everyone except the musicians participated in an orgy. Couples and groups of three or four or five were all fucking each other with abandon. But the most difficult fact to take in was that every man she saw had goat’s legs, tails, and horns.

  She rubbed her eyes, shook her head, gave her arm one more pinch and then looked again. The same scene stretched before her. She was watching a satyr orgy. She knew that men had ofte
n dressed in goat skins on Lupercalia. Some scholars believed the feast had originally honored Faunus, a god who appeared as a satyr, like the Greek god Pan. But if these men were wearing costumes, they were the best ones she’d ever seen.

  This is not happening. Yet, she found herself staring at two women and two satyrs. One woman lay on her back on the ground while one of the satyrs fucked her so hard her body jolted upward with each stroke.

  Julianne didn’t know how the woman could concentrate on anything other than the huge cock slamming into her, but the other satyr straddled her face. She gripped his fur covered thighs and writhed as his tail brushed across her nipples. The woman managed to swallow his entire, impressive length. The second woman lay on the ground in front of the first, legs spread. The man whose dick was getting a blowjob bent forward and licked enthusiastically at her pussy.

  Julianne’s hands gripped the trunk of the tree so hard they ached. The raw sexuality had her transfixed. She couldn’t run, couldn’t even look away. She realized she was sweating. Somehow the air in the clearing was warm, as if it were summer not winter. She unbuttoned her coat, and pulled it off along with her scarf, hat, and gloves. She dropped them on the ground beside her.

  Satyrs were over-sexed creatures, supposed to represent the male sex drive in its most exaggerated state, but Julianne had never thought she’d find one particularly sexy. How wrong she’d been. She couldn’t take her eyes off the creatures cavorting in front of her. Their tails swished as they fucked women in every possibly position. The women stroked their horns and rubbed their fur as if touching the most luxurious substance imaginable.

  Julianne could barely hold herself back from joining them. She was desperate to touch one of the creatures herself. As she continued to watch the orgy, one of her hands snaked into her pants and teased her clit.

  “You’re finally here.”

  She jumped and whirled around. Two satyrs stood behind her, naked like all the others, their huge cocks jutting proudly. They were both absolutely divine. One had hair the color of oat straw. It was long and wavy, falling to the middle of his back. His eyes were a golden brown and his features well defined. The hair on his legs matched that on his head. His horns glinted like polished gold, and his tail hung to mid-thigh.

  His companion had thick, black hair. He also wore it long, but he’d pulled his into a queue. His eyes were bright green, and the fur on his legs was dark brown rather than black. His horns looked like they were plated with copper and his tail was even longer than his friend’s. It swung to the backs of his knees. Both men had black hooves instead of feet.

  “We’ve been waiting for you since midnight,” the one with blond hair said.

  “Wh-what do you mean?”

  The dark-haired one raised his brows. “You are Julianne Ayers, are you not?”

  “Y-yes. How do you know that?”

  They smiled and simultaneously said, “You are our chosen one.”

  She stared at them, unable to deny their effect on her senses. She longed to touch them, and when she took a deep breath, an embarrassing whimper escaped her. They smelled like nasty sex, like everything she’d been wanting.

  “Chosen one for what?”

  “For Lupercalia,” the darker one said.

  “Lupercalia?” Great. She sounded like a lovesick echo.

  The lighter one nodded. “We drew your name.” He handed her a crumpled piece of paper.

  She looked down and saw her name neatly printed on it. How the hell did these men know who she was, and what kind of game were they playing? Her heart pounded with a combination of fear and lust.

  The dark-haired one held out his hand. “Shall we?”

  Her mind reeled. What the hell was going on? Surely this was just a very vivid dream. “Shall we what?”

  “Join the circle.”

  Her body begged her to do as he asked, but her mind shouted for her to run. “I can’t. I should go.” She glanced down the dark path toward her cabin.

  The light-haired satyr shook his head. “You’d never find your way. Things are not as they seem tonight.”

  “No joke.”

  They both laughed. Then the dark one said, “You were chosen so we could fulfill your fantasies. On this night, Faunus blesses us with the names of women whose sexual needs will match our own.”

  Julianne licked her lips involuntarily. This was what she’d always wanted. But she’d be crazy to go with two strange men. “Faunus? As in the god, Faunus?”

  They both nodded. “Of course.”

  Julianne said the next thing that came to her mind. “There’s no such thing as satyrs.”

  “Tonight there are.” The dark-haired one held out his hand. “Come with us.”

  Julianne couldn’t stop herself from accepting his invitation. There were no consequences for impulsive sex with strangers if it happened in a dream, right?

  The satyrs’ lush smell intoxicated her. They were raw, primitive, utterly masculine. Her pussy clenched as she drew in their scents. The heat inside her intensified as the three of them approached the fornicating couples. Without stopping to consider her actions, she stripped off her sweater and threw it on the ground.

  Between the heat, the raw sex in the air, and the lulling rhythm of the music, everyone appeared caught in a sexual trance. Julianne felt herself being pulled under the spell. She couldn’t think of anything but the hunger driving her to fuck her two companions.

  When they reached the edge of the circle, the satyr with the lighter hair stepped in front of her and reached for the waistband of her pants. Within seconds, he’d shoved them to her feet and bent to untie her boots. In her haste to dress, she’d left off her panties, so now she was naked from the waist down.

  The dark-haired man ground his thick, hard cock against her ass while he slowly pushed her T-shirt over her belly, her ribs, and her breasts. He stopped to tweak her nipples, which were naked underneath the thin cotton. She gasped and lifted her arms so he could pull the shirt over her head.

  The man at her feet removed her boots and socks and tossed them aside along with her pants. Now she stood naked between the two of them. She could feel their furry thighs and their rock hard cocks rubbing her. Shivers of pleasure ran through her, and her clit buzzed with near painful pleasure. If they kept thrusting against her, she could come without any other stimulation.

  The man in front of her leaned down to kiss her, but she pulled back before their lips touched. “What are your names?”

  He smiled. “For tonight we are Gaius,” he indicated the darker-haired man, “and Flavius. If you enjoy what we have to offer, we will meet you again in our other forms. There will be time for human names then.”

  Flavius and Gaius. This was too absurd. Only a Classics Professor would have an erotic dream about men with Roman names. Satyrs with Roman names, she corrected herself as she looked down and once again took in their hairy legs, huge cocks, and hoofed feet.

  Julianne considered protesting her position. How could she have sex with satyrs? Then Flavius kissed her, and she lost the will to speak. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, taking her, possessing her. She moaned and rubbed her pussy against his cock, wanting more.

  Gaius pulled her back against him, burying his cock in the crevice between her buttocks. He cupped her breasts in his hands and pinched her nipples so hard it hurt. Flavius’s mouth muffled her cry of pleasure/pain.

  She grabbed Flavius’s ass, wanting to lock him against her. Her hand brushed across the top of his tail. For a second, she froze, frightened by what was happening to her. Then Flavius arched against her, pressing his cock alongside her throbbing clit. She let her hand stroke his tail, reveling in the difference of his form.

  Gaius whispered in her ear, “Give into what you want. Tonight we exist to fulfill your fantasy. We are creatures of sex and so are you.”

  She shuddered at his hot words. Flavius knelt and drew one of her nipples into his mouth. She writhed as he sucked, bit, and licked. Her pussy
clenched, desperate to feel one of them inside her.

  As if he’d read her thoughts, Flavius pushed one of his hands between her legs. She opened her legs wider to give him better access. He teased her clit, flicking and pulling the sensitive tip until her breathing grew so shallow she feared she’d pass out. Then he slid his fingers inside her, pressing his palm against her clit while he finger fucked her.

  She spiraled toward orgasm. Flavius’s fingers pressed into her G-spot with each stroke, and his mouth grew more and more vicious on her nipples. He bit them then flicked them mercilessly with his tongue, just the way she liked it.

  Gaius used his fingers to tease Julianne’s other breast while Flavius worked her to a frenzy. As she felt her orgasm gathering, Gaius stepped back. She moaned when she lost contact with his cock.

  When he touched her again, his fingers were slick with lube. He spread her cheeks and teased along the crevice where his cock had been. Julianne gasped as he pushed a finger into her ass. He took up a rhythm that complemented Flavius’s use of her pussy.

  Julianne moaned and writhed against them. She could hardly believe it. They were fucking her front and back, just like in her fantasies. Now she just needed them to replace their fingers with their cocks.

  Before she could beg them to do so, Gaius worked a second finger into her ass. She moaned and shoved back against him, enjoying how thoroughly he stretched her.

  He gave a throaty laugh. “You love this, don’t you?”

  She groaned, unable to form an actual word.

  “Are you ready for our cocks?”

  “Yes. God, yes.” Julianne had lost all sense of dignity. She didn’t care what she had to do or who she was doing it with. Nothing mattered but that they fuck her.

  Gaius groaned. “We’re going to fill you so full, you’ll scream for mercy.”

  His words pushed her to the brink of orgasm. She hung on the precipice, trying to prolong the indescribable pleasure. Then Flavius bit one of her nipples, and she exploded.