Where Are You Going? part 3 SeXStoRY

***** Ten miles to the northwest of this scene of bl**d and death, a celebration of life was taking place. “Well, Brigida Calista,” the barbarian chieftain snarled. “Do you surrender? You cannot hope to defeat me!” He was huge. He encircled a slim wrist and a tapered ankle of the beautiful Iberian woman in each of his ham-sized hands as he enthusiastically fucked her. Her position left her wide open to him. He was nearly seven feet tall, a monolith, with thickly-muscled arms and torso, a rock-ribbed belly and slim waist, and sinewed legs. His bare buttocks were flat, and hard as a rock. That wasn’t the only part of him that was hard as a rock. Like the rest of him, his cock was larger than average. f******n inches of thick, rigid meat plunged in an out of the gasping, perspiration-soaked young woman’s swollen labia with incredible speed, driving like a piston, making a wet, squishing noise with each thrust. Vartorix grinned, showing even, white teeth. He had painted his face with stripes of red, green, and white. In the flickering firelight of the lodge, he was a savage sight, his heavily muscled body covered with thick, golden hair. His long, flowing blonde mane with multicolored beads woven into it and his bushy beard only added to his primitive appearance The village chieftain of Gaestadvia had graciously lent Brigida Calista and Diana Aureliana the use of his lodge while they hammered out the details of forming an alliance with Vartorix and his warriors. The lodge was a grand house, the most impressive structure in the town, well-constructed, complete with fire pits and an internal central heating system that circulated warm air under the floors and along the walls. It was the only dwelling in the village so equipped. All three of them agreed that the heating system was perhaps the one useful thing that the Romans had contributed to world culture! After minimal discussion, the Arverni chieftain had enthusiastically agreed to the terms; he hated the Romans as much as Brigida and Diana. Vartorix’s army was encamped three miles south of the town while he and his bodyguards attended this meeting. He would send word to them in the morning. Then they had settled in to celebrate the new alliance with a tryst – and a wager. And he was winning the wager – or so he thought. He had bet Brigida and Diana that they could not make him climax, despite the fact that they were the two most beautiful women he had ever seen. The two of them were lovers, but they were not opposed to taking a man to their bed with them – as long as he was the right man. “G-gods, Vartorix…… d-don’t you……..ever c-come?” Brigida drew in a deep breath as the Arverni chieftain ground his hips in a circle, setting off a cascade of spasms in her dripping pussy. “Oh, gods, you bastard!” she yelped. “Come! Come,come,come,come,COME!!” “Not until I’m good and ready. I’ve trained myself not to climax until a time of my choosing. It drives my females to new heights of ecstasy.” “It drives them fucking crazy, you mean! Have any of them ever…tried to kill y-you?” “Make him come, Bridget,” a muffled voice said. “Yeah, like you d…did, China Girl?” Brigida rolled her head to one side. On the floor next to the feather bed lay the magnificent body of her lover Diana Aureliana. Her lithe form was covered with an arousing sheen of sweat. Her superb breasts rose and fell evenly as she lay there, totally spent from her exertions. Her pretty pink porcella was wet and wide open, looking as if it had been mercilessly stretched. She tried for twenty minutes to make the giant Arverni ejaculate, and had finally dragged herself off the mattress, exhausted, defeated -- and overstimulated. Then Brigida had taken over, confident that she would quickly succeed after her lover had given him such a workout. She was probably nearing twenty minutes herself – and she couldn’t take much more! And then suddenly, just as she reached the limits of her endurance, Vartorix pulled out of her and buried his face between her legs, licking and nibbling. Brigida jerked violently. “OOOHHOOOWWOOAH!” she screamed. “N-no fair!” Her body convulsed; she thrashed on the bed, screaming, tossing her head from side to side as multiple climaxes gripped her. Her eyes rolled back into her head and showed white. “Unnngh-ahhh! FUCK! N-nuh-no more!” Vartorix raised his head and wiped his mouth with the back of a huge hand. “I grant you mercy, Brigida Calista,” he said. He chuckled, and gently rolled her off the bed. She fell like a limp sack atop Diana. Diana kissed her softly. Nice try,” she whispered. “We’re not going to let him get away with this, are we?” “Any suggestions?” Brigida asked, gasping. “Suck him.” “We both tried that, remember? It didn’t work.” Diana shook her head. “No, I’m talking about a little extra special kind of sucking.” Brigida flashed a weary smile. “Ah! Yes – that just might do it!” “Can you move?” “I think so. All I have to do is suck, right? I think I can manage.” They crawled wearily back onto the bed. Vartorix knelt there triumphantly. His massive, glistening erection bristled, standing up almost flat against his rippled stomach, taunting them. A finger-sized vein throbbed on one side of it. “Back for more, vixens? You can’t win, you know.” “You take his balls, I’ll take his shaft,” Diana said. They devoured him. Somehow Brigida managed to get her mouth completely over his huge testicles. Diana swallowed as much of his mammoth, wet cock as she could, savoring the mingled taste of Brigida’s and her own juices. She backed off a little when she gagged. Then they began to suck him, slowly and sensuously. Vartorix gasped. “Ooooohh, very nice, ladies,” he murmured. “Still not enough, though.” Then, as if one cue, both of the women began to hum. Vartorix cried out, his eyes bulging. Diana and Brigida pulled up off him as he exploded, catching as much of his voluminous orgasm in their mouths as they could, letting the rest splash over their hair and face and breasts. “We win,” Diana said demurely, swallowing his load with an exaggerated gulp. She licked her lips and bent down to kiss the massive head of his shrinking but still massive penis, which was dribbling a few last shots of semen. Vartorix smiled and collapsed back on the bed. “Its no shame to be bested by a pair of goddesses,” he said. “I can’t remember when I’ve ever enjoyed losing more.” Brigida wiped a thick, pearlescent dollop of semen out of her left eye with the back of her hand, then licked it off. “Nobody lost, really,” she said. She pulled Diana into the circle of her arms and kissed her. Then the two women began to slowly lick his come off each others body. Vartorix felt his monstrous cock twitch as he watched the sensuous display, but he was too exhausted to do anything about it. Content to be a spectator, he settled back, drifting off to sl**p almost before he closed his eyes. He began to snore softly. Brigida chuckled affectionately. “Isn’t that just like a man – he comes in your mouth, and then he falls asl**p!” “That was nice,” Diana said. “I haven’t been reamed out like that in ages. But he just doesn’t understand. He thinks all a man needs is a huge tool like his.” Brigida nodded. “This is what it’s all about.” Their tongues met. Each worked her way down the others body, until each woman had her head between her lover’s legs. They went to work with lips and tongues and teeth and fingers. Each knew the others most intimate, secret spot, and it wasn’t long before their ecstatic screams rang in the chieftain’s hogan. They collapsed in each others arms. Diana kissed Brigida fervently. “I love you, Bridged.” “Love you too, China Girl,” Brigida returned, panting. She had not fully recovered from her session with Vartorix when the two of them had made love. She snuggled against Diana and kissed the pink tip of her left breast. “I’m glad we’ve managed to recruit Vartorix and his troops to our cause,” Brigida said. “Someday, when we’re old and grey, we might look back on this day as the turning point in our struggle with the Romans.” She began to suckle like a baby at its mother’s breast. Diana stroked her lover’s hair. “We’re not going to live to be old and grey,” she said quietly. A cold chill coursed down Brigida’s spine, as if someone had trickled a drop of ice water down her naked back. She lifted her lips from the nipple she’d been sucking. “Don’t say that!” Brigida pleaded, terrified by her lover’s matter-of-fact tone. “You don’t know that.” Diana kissed her. “Honey, I’m just being realistic. We can harass the Romans and give them fits for years if we have to. But they’re just too big, too strong. If they came in here with everything they’ve got, they’d crush us. Someday they will conquer Gaul.” “So what are you saying – we’re wasting our time? We should just let them take over? I hate the Romans!” “I hate them, too,” Diana returned. Tears glimmered in her eyes, and she cupped Brigida’s face in her hands. “I say we should fight them to the death, if necessary. But I’m also saying that we must face the very real possibility that one or the other – or both of us – may be killed at any time.” “No.” Brigida’s voice was a choked sob, and her own tears trickled down her soft cheeks. “No, Di. I couldn’t bear to live if…if anything happened to you.” “I feel the same way,” her lover said. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.” They cuddled for a while, brooding, each lost in her own troubled thoughts. Then Diana sighed and stretched. She gently disengaged herself from Brigida and stood up. “I’ve got to get up to the observation post at the pass before daylight,” she said as she pulled on her clothes and armor. “Lucia said the Romans have been poking around to the southeast of here, where they built their new fort. We sent Martica on ahead as a scout. I want to see what they’re up to.” Brigida sat up. “Please be careful, China Girl. You’re going up there in the dark…” Diana laughed. “Don’t worry, Bridge. I’m a big girl. I know the way like the back of my hand. And there’s a decent amount of moonlight tonight.” She threw a couple of logs on the fire. Then she pulled the bed furs up over Brigida and the slumbering Vartorix and kissed her lover. “I’ll see you later this afternoon,” she said. “Why don’t you catch a little more sl**p?” But sl**p would not come easy for Brigida. She listened as the hoof beats of Diana’s horse faded into the darkness. Another tear trickled down her face. ‘We’re not going to live to be old and grey.’ Deep down, she realized her lover was right. To hear it said aloud, though, was bone chilling. The Romans were just too big, just too powerful, and they were becoming more powerful all the time. She and Diana were wanted by the Romans as murderers, rebels, and fugitive slaves. All three crimes carried the penalty of death by crucifixion. Someday, inevitably, their luck would run out. Brigida just hoped it would be later rather than sooner.