Libertas

Part II

Lightning crackled and struck a tree in the forests south of the villa. Flavius wasn’t sure whether to interpret this as a sign of the gods. If they were really perturbed, offended even, wouldn’t they have used the lightning to strike down the attackers? The thought didn’t even occur to him that his family and himself could have been the offending parties.

Lacrima sat back cross legged on the floor of the impluvium, the chair forgotten and was pleasuring herself languidly, at the image of Pulvinia stroking her dad ever so lovingly, but also with mounting urgency. Her other hand was between her own legs. Lacrima guessed that the girl didn’t want to die a virgin and if her father’s cock was the one to take it, heaven’s be damned, let them do it.

Stupid Romans with their silly gods. Those gods fucked anything and anyone, related or not. Mothers fucking sons, fathers fucking daughters, sisters fucking brothers. ... Her own gods had no such stories. All the gods were wedded. Had wives, husbands, children. And though they intermarried to a certain extent, with nieces and cousins and the like, Lacrima’s thoughts halted. She caught herself on being just as vaunted and self-righteous as the Romans she was in the process of condemning.

As Pulvinia got closer to her own orgasm, the jerks on her father’s cock were getting more erratic. Flavius was trying to stay stoic under her ministrations, but couldn’t suppress his hips bucking at times as his orgasm was imminent as well. Pulvinia wasn’t jerking him off like an inexperienced virgin, he noticed. She seemed to know how to hold him, at what pressure and when to slow down even. If Flavius had to guess, Calpurnia probably had her practise on some of the male slaves. Perhaps even Lacrima’s son, the one he’d sold on the cheap before leaving Rome, to travel light. He’d have been old enough to ejaculate.

The daughter locked eyes with her father, as he felt the sperm bubbling up from his testicles and when he started to spurt, she aimed it at her chest, catching the first erratic spurt there on her immature breast and then quickly put her mouth on it, to catch the subsequent jets, to savour the taste. The vision stirred some feelings in the attackers and Lacrima, who orgasmed at about the same time as Pulvinia, who swallowed her fathers load, whilst writhing her lower body and bucking her hips obviously in the throes of passion.

It was all too much for Marcus. He grabbed his rigid cock from under his tunic, where it had been slowly dribbling pre-cum all this time, leaving a small puddle in front of him and started jerking it off. Seeing his sister fellating their father, whilst Lacrima was openly pleasuring herself right in front of the family, his mother’s naked form and the orgy between the slaves and the attackers, what boy his age could witness that and not be driven insane by sheer lust.

Just as he started making hip bucks, his orgasm imminent, Lacrima stood up and pushed his hands away, pulling the foreskin taught, down, halting the orgasm. She tugged the boy to his mother and handed his rigid cock off to Calpurnia. She understood immediately. Her own mons was swollen and moist too. Despite disapproving of what Pulvinia and Flavius had gotten up to, the effect it had had, was there. And when given the chance for some comeuppance, she literally grasped it with both hands. Even instantly dropping to her knees and fellating or perhaps devouring is the better word, Lacrima decided, devouring her son’s erection in one go, taking it in as deep as possible.

Marcus goggled at his mother’s willingness to suck his cock. He’d heard jokes about deepthroating from his friends, and now he finally understood what they meant by that. He had nowhere the length or the stamina to actually reach her throat, as his cock reached to about her uvula, nowhere near long enough to go past it. It didn’t matter. Her tongue and suction was driving him insane. He’d only been interrupted from his orgasm minutes ago, so when she went for it, he started ejaculating almost immediately. Calpurnia made appreciative noises. Seemingly he tasted good. Or she approved of his speed. Or well, he didn’t know. He had to guess.

He bent over his mother and hugged her form, as she kept sucking on his slowly deflating penis, it felt like she was trying to suck the sperm straight from his balls, determined to have given him at least that. It felt wonderful and his glans was getting over sensitive from the stimulation. Still he was loathe to remove himself from her mouth. He felt like Lacrima had given the family a moment of reprieve and time to say fond farewells to each other, before they’d eventually kill them. They had to kill them. If they didn’t, they’d leave witnesses, who could identify and accuse them.

Flavius and Marcus were spent and slowly sagged to their knees, breathing fast. Pulvinia was on tenterhooks, she wanted more. And Calpurnia, despite having serviced her son, hadn’t had an orgasm yet. She was expecting to be used by the slaves for their pleasure soon. Whilst she’d been busy with her son, they might relent. But now. .. the look in Lacrima’s eyes betrayed her fate. It wasn’t going to end pretty.

Calpurnia crawled to Marcus and started stroking his now deflated cock, pecking it gently with kisses. If she could keep the attackers at bay by providing them a show. .. that was another moment alive, un-sullied, un-violated. The blessing of youth that Marcus still had, meant that his cock was rigid after only a couple of strokes and kisses. Pulvinia looked at Calpurnia with clear envy in her eyes. She wanted that stiff cock. Her dad’s was spent. She’d tried getting it back up again, but there was no reviving the dead.

‘Lacrima?’ She asked tremulously. ‘Is it OK if I switch with my mom?’ Lacrima nodded and dismissed Calpurnia from Marcus with a nod of her head. ‘Let Flavius eat you out. I know he secretly enjoys it.’ She commanded the parents. And then she unshackled the son and daughter from the chain. They weren’t going to run. Not in their aroused states. Marcus caressed his sisters budding breasts gently and with trembling hands. He had no experience. Flavius hadn’t set him to task yet with the female slaves. The boy was a jumble of nerves.

His older sister and Lacrima took pity on him and helped him steady his hands. Showed him and guided him how to gently knead the breasts, toy with the nipples and then suck on them, to give pleasure, highten arousal and for one self, enjoy the feel. Of warm skin, of supple breast tissue giving in to his fingers and hands. Pulvinia shuddered as Marcus and Lacrima both set to work on her breasts. Lacrima stole one of Marcus’ hands and put it on her own breasts, so he could feel the difference between his sisters’ young and supple ones and hers, that had fed kids, were full and less giving, but all the heavier and larger. Marcus was spoilt for choice and had trouble deciding which one to lick and suckle and which one to knead. He lingered with suckling on Lacrima’s as they were obviously larger which triggered something in his brain and where kneading and fondling was concerned his sisters tits were given preference.

Pulvinia in the meantime was frigging herself emphatically whilst gently toying with her brothers erection, making sure to not overexcite him. It was still dribbling a mix of the previous ejaculate and now fresh pre-cum. The streamer that dangled from it, was at times interrupted by her finger, which she then eagerly licked off and then would kiss her brothers mouth with. So he could taste his own sperm. She’d alternate that with feeding him fingers coated with her own juices. The kids were slightly frantic in their ministrations and Lacrima suspected it wouldn’t take long before either of them pushed the other down or bent them over to actually start to fuck.

Flavius and Calpurnia in the meantime, had busied themselves with cunnilingus. It was evident that Flavius had skills in that department. Calpurnia had had a silent orgasm, showing shudders but otherwise drawing as little attention to herself as possible. In the meantime Flavius’ cock had started slowly to show more form and it wouldn’t take long for him to become erect again. In the columned walkway of the atrium, the slaves were starting to get enticed by the spectacle put on by the family as well. Hungry gazes were aimed both at the young pair and the older pair. Some out of sheer attraction, other bent on revenge.

Continued in part III