Libertas
Part III
‘Boy, if you don’t fuck her under the count of 5, I’m coming over and finishing the job. That girl needs a cock inside her.’ The voice had started counting. Before he got to TWO, Pulvinia was already flat on her back, with her legs pulled up and pulling her brother down into her, guiding his rampant cock inside her needful pussylips.
It was both a mercy and a small amount of torture, that he was still so young and thus lacked girth and length. Her being a virgin, meant that the pressure on her hymen was gentle. It didn’t tear violently. Just by bits and pieces. It wasn’t as much as painful, as she’d been expecting but rather, like tearing off a scab from a wound.
His frantic pumping and sucking of her breasts and kissing of her face and neck, was all the distraction she needed. She closed her legs behind his cute bum and helped work him in and out and by adding pressure on his bum, she slowed his relentless speed somewhat on the outstroke, disallowing him to pull out fast.
Cheers sounded from the atrium’s walkway, congratulating both the boy and the girl on losing their cherries and egging them on as it was enticing them. The view enticed Flavius to no end. His flagging dick became turgid again and he simply turned Calpurnia over. She’d had at least two more quiet orgasms and he didn’t feel guilty pointing her face to the spectacle whilst taking her from behind, still helping her frig her clitoris, as each stroke his dick became harder and harder. He felt more and more lubrication exit her vagina, so the vision of their children fucking each other urgently into senselessness, was definitely having an effect on her as well.
Calpurnia did feel guilty about getting aroused from watching Marcus fucking Pulvinia. Or was it Pulvinia who was leading the dance. She was the one who’d laid down and pulled him in. It had been thrilling to watch. And when she closed her legs around her brothers thin bottom, Calpurnia had creamed herself on Flavius’ tongue once again. Still, she couldn’t tear her eyes of the visage. The two youngsters, about three years apart in age, were going at it hammers and tongs. Or tongues. He sure was hammering his sister, as if she were an anvil. Calpurnia smirked at the silliness her mind was presenting her as a distraction to the whole absurd situation. Her cooch was tingling. Another orgasm was imminent. Flavius knew what he was doing. And his cock felt like steel. It hadn’t been this hard for a while. She hadn’t been wet like this for a while now either.
Standing very near the kids, Lacrima had decided to give them a bit of solitude and the semblance of privacy and let them enjoy this moment in each other’s arms, letting them pretend they were alone in the world for the moment, whilst the earth shook and stars exploded in their minds and bodies. She was gently caressing herself, but opted not to touch the kids for now. She was sorely tempted. Their franticness was infectious, everyone in their vicinity who laid eyes on them remembered their own first time. Whether it had been happy or not, the urgency, the need, the love, the culmination, the tangible breathlessness whilst also bodily determination and helplessness to stop, it was all there. It emanated from them in waves.
There was no smell of sex, Lacrima noticed. She felt silly noticing that. As if they were somehow pure. Their love and lovemaking was somehow pure and that’s why they didn’t emanate the smell of sex, sweat, lovemaking and raunchiness. It wasn’t true of course. They were young. It was a cool night, with the storm brewing just a couple hundred yards away. If anything they needed the exertion to stay warm. Still, Lacrima felt that the world was a slightly less cruel place if she allowed herself to believe that the love between the brother and sister was pure. That their lovemaking was holy somehow. And not forced upon them by circumstance and more importantly herself. She was losing her conviction and her own heat, if she didn’t stop herself dwelling on. . things best left till tomorrow. Tomorrow she’d deal with what must be done. That left tonight for passions unslaked.
The boy, though tempered by his previous ejaculation, started thrusting faster, increasing his speed, shortening his strokes, all pointing towards an imminent orgasm. Pulvinia recognising the signs, would normally have blanched. She was receptive. It was two weeks since she’d last bled. But well, pregnancy by her brother didn’t matter a lot, or pregnancy caused by anyone, as she eyed the attackers naked forms, didn’t matter anymore, if she’d be dead soon anyway. She welcomed him and clinched her legs even tighter on his bum, pulling him in deeper. When she felt his cock spewing his hot seed inside, she shivered momentarily from the realisation and then her body took over. The orgasm rocked her inside and outside. She felt her vaginal walls spasming. Her tummy moved muscles that she didn’t know she had. And her legs, simply gave out. They were trembling. Her knees, previously locked behind Marcus’ ass, wouldn’t comply with any kind of movement that she tried to direct.
Not that she could make a lot of effort. Her mind blanked out. She could only revel in the vast chasm of pleasure that she’d been thrown in, feeling she’d never surface from the sea of endless joy. Marcus was pumping deep, long, slow strokes, trying to push his seed in as deep as he could, as if moved by an automaton. His eyes had the same expression as his sisters. Lacrima quietly crawled closer and stroked their heads and shoulders. Not so much trying to calm them or get them out of their orgasmic stupor earlier, but rather, feeling like they could use the additional gentle strokes to acknowledge that they did nothing wrong and that she was happy for them. Lacrima felt weird doing that. It was all so fucked up. Why was life so complicated?
Calpurnia felt conflicted at seeing Lacrima struggling with being gentle and loving to her kids. She felt it was hypocritical as Lacrima herself was the one orchestrating all this. And on the other hand, she felt thankful to her, for providing her kids a sense of safety and closeness and acceptance and whatever else those calming strokes were giving them. She wished she could do that for them.
As Flavius started painting her insides with his potent stream, she pulled off him and sucked him empty. By turning towards him, she found that the chain holding them to the marble statue of the fountain in the middle of the impluvium got some slack, allowing her to get closer to the kids. She stood opposite Lacrima and caressed her kids lovingly who were still in the throes of passion, not able to stop orgasming and leaning into each loving caress that either their mother or Lacrima provided. She looked Lacrima in the eyes and nodded her thanks. It was weird. It felt right. Not as a bribe. But rather sincere.
The surprise on Lacrima’s face was evident. She assumed that Calpurnia and her would never see eye to eye on anything. And now. . in this moment in their lives. . as mothers. . as hostages to a situation not of their own doing, or planning or chosing, in the midst of an act what would be condemned by all of society, they found each other, agreeing on what mattered and what love meant.
‘Mom. Mom?’ Marcus tried to get his mother’s attention. Her hand had crept unconsciously in between her kids’ groins and she’d started stroking Marcus’ deflating cock, whilst diddling Pulvinia’s clit. They were both slightly over-sensitive on both their nubs and nobs. And though Calpurnia’s strokes were gentle, it was currently a bit too much.
‘Oh, I’m sorry baby.’ She said as she realised and starting moving her hand back. Both her kids as one, stayed her hand. ‘It’s a bit sore.’ Once again they spoke in unison, as if they were twins. ‘But it feels good, just be a bit more gentle.’ Pulvinia finished the unspoken thought of both. Both of them moved their mother’s hand between them, enticing her to add to their waning orgasms and still flickering sensations in their respective pudendums.
When she felt Lacrima standing behind her, starting to fondle Calpurnia’s clit, whilst pressing her boobs in her back and putting her forehead against her shoulder at the back, she was confused. This felt too loving. Too. .. not hostile. She felt hot tears streaming down her face, dropping off Lacrima’s cheek, onto her shoulder. ‘I hate you. .. I’ve hated you for so long. I’ve wanted to kill you, your whole family for so long. For what you’ve done to me. To my kids. To my tribe. To the world. And now. .. now I don’t know what to do with you. I want to fuck you. I want to kill you tomorrow. Not tonight. And if tonight never ends, that’s OK too.’
Calpurnia nodded. She looked at Flavius. He’d heard Lacrima’s intense whispers too. The kids had heard it too. The attackers hadn’t. The other slaves hadn’t. Lacrima was alone. There were the others to consider. But Calpurnia felt, that there might be a chance that they’d escape alive. Not unviolated, that much was clear. But perhaps she could protect her kids at least from too much violation.
She tugged Flavius at his cock, to come closer. It was still slick with his sperm and her juices, as she’d moved off, without cleaning him. Lacrima saw that his movement was hindered by the shackle and she simply unshackled him. She grabbed him by the cock and moved it to Pulvinia’s mouth who eagerly started devouring her dad’s cock, still dripping with her mom’s juices.
Marcus looked longingly between his moms’ cunt and Lacrima’s.
Continued in part IV