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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Friday, October 21, 2011

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Filename: inthecl9.txt
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story_codes: M/gg, g/g, cons

story_intro: SERIES FINALE: The high priest joins in during another hot session between Penelope and Lydia and little Lydia finally gets his full cock in her tiny pussy. An epilog follows.

story_language: English



In the Clutches of Rome, part 9

Written by madvlad


Note: This can be enjoyed as a stand-alone story. Reading Parts 1-8 will provide more plot and character background. Part 9 takes place a week after Parts 7 and 8.

	Lydia and Penelope sat naked on the altar in a smaller ceremonial room in the temple. Both girls had been given two cups of the honey-laced, spicy potion that would let their young, tender bodies more fully accept the hardened prick of a man. Lydia knew the routine - the potion made Penelope a little more aggressive and her friend loved to crawl on top of her and kiss her while rubbing cunnies until both girls came.

	The Mahmat, the high priest would fuck Penelope's pussy and then Lydia's ass, stretching both seven year-olds to the limit with his massive prick. But that had always occurred in a bedroom, not on an altar. And the girls were usually given one cup each instead of two. Torches were lit in the room and incense burners filled the air with an exotic perfume that made Lydia feel a little light-headed. 

	The incense also made Penelope even hornier than usual. She pushed Lydia down and pounced on her, biting her neck with sharp little nips that didn't break the skin but startled Lydia. 

	"Penelope, what are you...ummmm," Lydia broke off in a sigh as Penelope sucked at the indentations from her teeth on Lydia's skin. 

	Lydia rolled her head to the side as Penelope pinned her to the altar, sucking at her neck. Lydia wasn't sure what to do, but she could feel the heat of Penelope's body pressed into hers. And then came the wetness between her legs that increased and leaked from her hairless snatch.

	Penelope stopped and jerked her head away from Lydia's neck so she could look down on her friend. She gave Lydia an impish smile and jerked her hips, mashing her clit against Lydia's. Lydia gasped and spread her legs in compliance. Penelope immediately began moving her body in slow, sensuous strokes, molding the two tiny mounds of little girl sex against each other as their juices mingled.

	Mahmat watched the tiny pair undulating on the altar as their immature bodies processed their very adult stimulation. He had sensed before that Lydia was somehow touched by the Roman gods. Tonight, he hoped to bring their power together with those of the East as he took both children. The magic generated would be incredible, enough to see his cult through many years.

	The passionate cries of the little ones brought him back to the present. Lydia flailed her head from side to side as Penelope jabbed her hips downward as they both climaxed. He approached the altar as the sweaty pair lay, panting and spent.

	Taking Penelope by the ankles, he pulled her down Lydia's body until her hips were at the edge of the altar. He brought her up to her knees and aimed his prick for the little ripe pussy that drooled obscenely as it hung like a smooth, pale peach from between her legs. Penelope groaned as he sunk his manhood into the slick, meaty embrace of her baby twat. 

	Despite the repeated fucking she had received before, Penelope was as tight on the inside as she had been on the night she had been deflowered. Her compact little body flexed as Mahmat's cock burrowed its way into her channel. Once he reached her cervix, he began stroking inside her of her, grasping her tiny waist while he plundered her cuntlet.  

	Penelope quivered as she felt his member caressing the taut flesh of her sex and gazed at Lydia's hairless pussy beneath her. Planting her face against the chubby mons, Penelope licked and nibbled on her friend's delicious quim. As she felt Penelope's small tongue breach the entrance to her cunny, Lydia thrust her hands into the thick curls on the back of Penelope's head, encouraging her friend to eat her harder and deeper. 

	The room was filled with the sounds of wetness - of Mahmat's prick stroking in and out of Penelope's slick little snatch and of Penelope's busy mouth on Lydia's diminutive cunt. Lydia arched her back, lifting her flat chest in the air as she reached her climax. Penelope's twat was quivering around Mahmat's cock and he pushed farther, entering the child's giving cervix and filling her womb with his head. 

	The deeper thrust made Penelope's mouth clamp hard on Lydia's pussy. Both girls came together, followed by the heat of pressure inside Penelope as her uterus was swamped by Mahmat's semen. 

	The priest pulled out and quickly lifted Penelope in the air. As he moved her above, the prone Lydia, his jism fell from her freshly fucked little twat and spattered all over Lydia's body. Deftly, he spun Lydia around so that she was facing him and set her down on Lydia's mouth. Seeing where she was, the kneeling Penelope wiggled her baby smooth pussy until Lydia opened her mouth.

	Lydia drank the remainder of Mahmat's semen from her friend's cunny as her tongue delved into the enticing little slit. Penelope whined as Mahmat slowly pulled Lydia away by the ankles toward the edge of the altar. Resolutely, she walked on her knees to keep her twat in Lydia's mouth until Mahmat was done.

	Mahmat pulled Lydia's legs far apart, watching the tendons in her upper thighs poke out as he opened her up to receive him. Lydia whimpered into Penelope's cunt as she felt the spongy head of the high priests prick nudge against her pussy. He was much bigger than any of the men who had been with in the brothel and was a little scared. 

	Penelope watched in fascination as she saw Lydia's soft mound indent as Mahmat pushed forward. Before long, the plump outer labia yielded to him, spreading apart and giving him access to the tight confines of the seven year-old's tiny quim. Mahmat pressed hard and continuously, making his cock sink into the child's straining flesh. Penelope saw Lydia's lower belly rise as she was filled with meat.

	Although there was no pain or tearing, Lydia thought she would burst from the huge pressure moving inside of her. It seemed to slide in forever, much more deeply than other men had gone. At last, she felt him stop at the bottom of her pussy. It didn't seem real that there could be so much there, but Penelope had told her about Mahmat's magic and Lydia accepted her place on the receiving end of his member.

	Mahmat fucked in and out of the little girl's exquisitely tight sheath, making her juices spurt from her hairless hole. Humping harder and harder between the seven year-old's smooth and spread thighs, he felt her cervix losing its battle to keep him out. It would heal almost immediately as it had always done for Penelope, ensuring that the girl would be able to breed when then time was right. 

	Lydia felt something changing in her flesh deep where Mahmat was prodding her. She didn't understand about her own anatomy and was shocked when suddenly something opened inside of her and Mahmat's cock jumped further into her body. Now something else was stretching and she didn't understand that he was copulating with her baby maker, making it expand well before it was meant to.

	When Mahmat's prick went through Lydia's cervix, Lydia's tongue shot more deeply into Penelope's cuntlet. Mahmat could see the reaction on Penelope's face, her eyes rolling back as Lydia pressed inside her. Penelope's juices were running freely over Lydia's chin and Mahmat felt their climaxes converge.

	With a bellow, the high priest emptied his balls, shooting his seed into Lydia's unready womb. The little girl convulsed, her slick little pussy churning on his cock. As Mahmat filled her below, Lydia took another surge in her mouth as Penelope came and flooded her friend's face. Lydia lapped at the heady mix of sperm and cunt juice flowing from her fellow seven year-old's sex.

	Lightning struck the temple, turning everything made of lead into gold as the gods of Rome and the east feasted on the sexual energy produced. Sacred talismans glowed, renewed by the favor of the deities. Mahmat knew that in centuries to some, Rome would fall and be replaced by another power of man, then another, and so it would continue. But the power of the gods would sustain the faithful through the follies of mankind.

	
Epilog:

	Early Spring, Present Day Rome, Georgia

	Having just moved to the area, two sets of parents were filling out forms at a table in the main office of the elementary school, enrolling their daughters. A small girl with long brown hair and brown eyes framed with long lashes sat in a chair, kicking her legs in boredom while nearby, the school's maintenance man was on a step ladder, replacing bulbs in the overhead light fixtures.

	Another girl was idly gazing at a bulletin board. She had long, dark, curly hair with nearly equally dark eyes and a fair complexion. Noticing the other girl, she went to introduce herself.

	"My name's Penny," she said. "It's actually Penelope, but everyone calls me Penny. I'm new here."

	"I'm new too!" the other girl exclaimed, eager for the company. "My name is Lydia and that's what everybody calls me. How old are you?"

	"Six," Penny replied. "I'll be seven on September 26."

	"That's my birthday, too. Wow!"

	Lydia looked shyly at the other girl and continued. 

	"You wanna be friends?"

	"Sure!" Penny said as she jumped into the chair next to Lydia's.

	The girls chatted, both eager and a little nervous about the new school. Each thought there was something about the other, like they had met before. The maintenance man finished his work and the new lights glinted off of his bald pate as he replaced the cover and climbed down from the ladder.

	"Glad to see you two got acquainted," Lydia's mother said as the four adults finished with their paperwork. "You're in the same class. We're going to leave now. Be good."

	The parents hugged and kissed their daughters and left as the maintenance man was folding the ladder. The school principal called to him.

	"Matt? Could you please escort our two new students to Mrs. Andrus' classroom?

	"No problem," he answered.

	He went to the office door and held it open, bowing low and sweeping his hand toward the open doorway.

	"This way, ladies."

	Penny and Lydia giggled at the tall, strange man with the friendly smile as they scooted from the chairs and followed Matt into the school. The maintenance man slowed his long stride so they could keep up easily.

	Both girls were wearing skirts and Matt had gotten glimpses of their soft cotton panties as the skirts shifted when they had slid from the chairs. His mouth watered as he thought about what lay beneath - the tiny, hairless treasures tucked between their sweet little legs; so soft and pure, begging to be taken - even if the innocent tots didn't know it yet. 

	They reached the door to the classroom, and before he opened it for the girls, Mahmat smiled to himself. As had happened three times since that first encounter nearly two millennia before, the cycle was beginning again. The gods would be pleased.

	

	
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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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