Libertas
Part V
Calpurnia had dropped to her knees and simply sidled in between the crotches of her children, starting to lick and swallow the sperm that was now oozing out of Pulvinia’s sodden vagina. As she did so, she felt some of the attackers gently caressing her back end. She was surprised by their gentleness. She was expecting a lot more violence. They didn’t though. She was dripping wet and when one of them inserted himself in her, it wasn’t a violation. It felt like a re-insertion into a previously unfilled void in her body. It felt right.
From her vantage point she couldn’t see Marcus’ face, who was still babbling and couldn’t make a lot of sense as his brain was in an ecstatic delirium. The prostate massage, which had only just started in earnest by his dad’s cock, was causing him to continuously leak and stream cum. It wasn’t spurts anymore. His body couldn’t muster the strength anymore to jet it out. It leaked out continuously whilst his mouth was hanging open slack jawed and his eyes rolled back and forth.
Pulvinia was enjoying being the bottom part of the threesome, with Marcus’ dick, not moving on his own accord, but seeing and more so feeling it being driven into her by her dad’s thrusts into her brother’s ass. She was starting to wonder how it’d feel if she would be fucked in the ass. She was expecting it to happen. And going on her brothers’ reaction, she was starting to look forward to it. And now her mom was licking her out. To say this night was weird, would be understatement. She wondered if she could die of orgasmic joy and not have to suffer though the violence that likely would end it all.
Slow sparks of coherent thoughts were forming in Marcus’ mind. He felt like a rag doll. Being fucked. From behind. And it felt so good. There was no denying it. He didn’t know why he’d deny it. The evidence of it feeling good was continuously gushing out from his dick, right into his sister. His mom was licking the two of them, where they connected. One of the attackers was fucking her from behind. She didn’t seem to mind. He focused on Pulvinia’s eyes who’d been looking around him? Ah, to his dad. She must be curious how it felt. He nodded to her enthusiastically, his eyes showing her that he was loving it. And she’d probably love it too.
‘Dad? Dad? Dad!!’ Pulvinia couldn’t get through to Flavius. He was entranced, the cantharides were having it’s effects on him and he seemed to be only a dick, emanating waves of pleasure, to which a body happened to be attached. ‘Mom? Do you think Marcus can fuck my ass too?’ ‘I don’t see why not, dear.’ Calpurnia mumbled in between noisy slurps. She pulled Marcus’ cock from Pulvinia’s trembling pussy and allowed her to quickly turn around, to lie on her stomach. She kept Marcus’ cock sheathed in the meantime in her own wanton mouth, licking up all the cum that it it kept dribbling. She caressed his nipples, which made his shudder once again in joy.
When Pulvinia had turned around, she felt her bum being lifted by Lacrima. She had totally forgotten about her for a bit. As Lacrima spread her cheeks, she felt hot spittle being dripped into her bum. A set of two fingers then took out some of her own lubrication from her dripping pussy and smeared between her cheeks. She felt her mom adding her own lubrication. She wasn’t sure whether it was from her mother’s cunt, the pre-cum from the attacker or spit. It was very warm and very slippery in any case. It could just as well be from the continuous dribble of cum from Marcus. Lacrima added her own lubrication from her pussy. She helped Calpurnia align Marcus’ dribbling cock to Pulvinia’s ass and Flavius in a moment of lucidity, held back his hip bucks to allow them to insert into Pulvinia.
As soon as she felt his cock near her sphincter, she started trembling from a suppressed orgasm. Her mom laughed and looked at Lacrima. ‘She’s so eager. I was never this eager. Not for that. .. though I do understand now.’ When the trembling became less violent, they managed to press Marcus’ cock inside and Pulvinia breathed through it. She wasn’t getting the pre-stretches that had been required for insertion of Flavius cock into Marcus’ behind. Marcus’s cock was a lot thinner and shorter. Still, it felt wonderful. And when she started bucking his own hips, he impaled himself at the back on his dad’s cock, which felt truly amazing and in the front his cock was being swallowed by his sisters’ hungry sphincter. He wasn’t sure if he was coming or going. He wanted to go faster and insert either end deeper. Flavius noticed his kids were ready for him to continue and he started his strokes again.
He fondled Pulvinia’s small breasts around Marcus and kissed Marcus at the back of his neck. He loved his kids. He wanted this to never end. His dick felt like it could keep doing this for the rest of eternity. He hadn’t come yet, but the orgasmic tingles he felt were never ending. It felt wonderful. Why hadn’t they done this a lot earlier. He should have gone to the villa in the countryside ages ago and simply fucked all day and night like this, not bothering with politics, feuds, villains or whatever else.
He had money. So much of it, he could never spend it in this lifetime. Same for his kids. They could never exhaust their family’s riches. He could have lived. Like this. Every day. He need never have worried about slaves. He could have had freed men and women working for him. With paid wages. And still never have to worry about running out of money. And with that he could have avoided what would eventually happen here. A tear traced down his cheeck. His hips couldn’t stop bucking though. And the pleasure in his mind and his hips soon overhelmed the short moment of lucidity about to spoil his fun.
Another of the attackers joined the puddle of humans rutting in the impluvium, offering his cock to Lacrima. She eagerly thrust her own ass back- and upwards, signalling him to have his way with her in either hole. He chose the right one. She shuddered in pleasure. She was now side by side with Calpurnia, right across Pulvinia effectively being fucked in her ass by her dad, who happened to be wearing his own son as his cocksleeve. The sheer joy and raunchiness emanating from all of them was infectious.
The slaves in the walkway were having their own fun. No one looked angry anymore. They were all immersed in their own private slices of heaven, with their genitals grinding into or over others, lots of wet slapping sounds and moans and groans of pleasure. Not a lot of articulated talking was happening. Just the don’t stop’ss and I’m nearly there’s.
Suddenly Flavius had a thought and spoke clearly in the atrium, as he was used to as dominus: ‘First man to have his cock up my ass and get me to orgasm inside my boy, wins a prize of 5 denarii. If you make me bleed or tear me, you won’t get paid. Lacrima will be the judge of the contest.’
Lacrima wasn’t sure if he was serious or delirious. Offering himself up like that, was un-Roman. Then again. She looked in front of her. And decided, well, a lot of un-Roman things were happening. And Flavius might be on to something. If he could sate the rage and slake the lust of the attackers, they probably would take out less of it on his family. And being offered the chance of sodomising a Roman citizen, a dominus of a sprawling estate, well, if that wasn’t a powerful lure. .. then again: Pulvinia and Marcus would have their own draws, Lacrima realised. She started hoping Flavius plan would work.
The attackers started to joke amongst themselves and jostle each other a bit. Eventually three of them walked forward, their cocks ready to wreak havoc. Lacrima was still being taken from behind herself too, but she offered her mouth to them, so as to lubricate them. The biggest one then pointed his cock to Flavius and sheathed himself inside in one fell swoop. He wasn’t in it for the money. He just wanted the Roman to suffer pain. Flavius bit his tongue and groaned audibly. He hadn’t been pre-stretched, not prepared and wasn’t expecting this depth of penetration or girth. He was pretty sure his ass was on fire.
Lacrima shook her head in dismissal. She pointed at little trickle of blood emanating from Flavius’ rosebud. The attacker grinned, half in satisfaction for having caused the pain and obviously having taken the Roman’s anal cherry, half in jest at having lost the bet or challenge and thus his chance of earning some cash whilst getting his dick wet.
The next one entered Flavius more gently. He had the added advantage that by now his asshole had been gaped of course. He started doing even strokes, trying to get Flavius off, before he himself came, but Flavius had already come at least four times this night. Getting semen out of him would be hard. And the attacker was terribly enticed by the prospect of fucking a Roman citizen and subjugating him to his will and to his rampant cock. It proved too much and as he painted the insides of Flavius ass white, he withdrew.
Which led to the third attacker entering. As Flavius’ ass was now gaping, slippery and no longer in pain, but rather happy to receive whatever was offered, he got a rhythm going. It worked. He felt and saw Flavius’ cock starting to dribble and rising. As that happened, Flavius was conflicted. He wanted to spurt inside any one of his family members. Just as he turned his eyes on Pulvinia, he coulnd’t hold his orgasm in any longer and started spurting and involuntarily bucking his hips. He breathed out and snorted and gasped as his body was wracked by the orgastic joy. A cheer went up.
The attacker was carried off, his dick unceremoniously disconnected from Flavius’ ass as he was lifted on the shoulders of the other slaves. No one remembered the five denarii he’d won for himself. Marcus and Pulvinia were busily milking their father’s cock from the last drips of seed they could extract. And Calpurnia was looking slack-jawed at the whole spectacle whilst being fucked by yet another slave. She had continuous orgasms from the vision of her husband taking it up the ass and now her kids milking his cock for the drips of semen that they kept extracting as if it was some kind of precious ambrosia.
Continued in part VI