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The Time Riders: Part 6

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The Time Riders: Part 6
An Orgy In Imperial Rome.

Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.



Another Time Excursion.

"How's your head?" Becky asked as they walked down

the hallway, gazing in wonder at the ornate mosaic that covered the floor and
stretched ahead of them. The walls, no doubt made of brick, were covered in
plaster, upon which colorful (and often erotic) frescoes were painted. While
the clothing she was wearing in theory resembled the stola and other
clothes worn by Roman women, hers was considerably abbreviated, if not
downright scandalous. The white garment hung off her sensual curves, spilling
away from her voluptuous tits, which could be seen through the mostly
diaphanous material. Gold bracelets and bangles adorned her arms and a thin
gold chain with tiny jewels sat on her ankle. She was wearing her golden-blonde
hair up atop her head, but playful wisps and curls hung down in places, giving
it a sassy and almost playful look. A gold-colored belt cinched in at her tiny
waist, making her bust look even bigger.

Mark grimaced and lightly thumped the heel of his palm

against the side of his head, as if trying to jar his brain loose. "It
kinda hurts, to be honest, like a buzzing headache," he muttered, waiting
for his eye to stop twitching. "Who'd have thought getting advanced
cybernetics installed in your noggin would hurt?"

"Oh, come now, you're hardly Steve Austin," Becky

chided, smiling at his outfit while they walked. "It was just a little
bio-chip installed into your Broca's area to help you get by quickly with the
whole language thing."

"Well, if Latin is supposed to sound like the white

noise on a grandpa TV combined with a mosquito buzzing in your ear, then it's
working," Mark groused, wiggling his jaw to see if opening up his ear
canals helped at all in getting rid of this unwelcome phenomenon. "How
long did they say it usually lasted?"

"Just an hour," Becky replied, stopping and

fiddling with Mark's tunic, adjusting it to show off his handsome physique to
best effect. The simple leather belt hung loosely on his small waist, more for
contrast than anything. He was wearing very simple sandals on his feet. She
hadn't had to do very much to his dark hair to achieve the look she wanted,
merely tousling it after rubbing in a little olive oil, making it wavy and
pleasing to look at. "Should stop any time now."

And as if acceding to the lovely woman's request, the

buzzing and throbbing stopped suddenly. Mark's eyes widened slightly at the
sudden quiet inside his cranial grape. Becky saw his expression change and
smiled, knowing what had happened.

"Hmm," she purred, tracing a finger down his form

and over his cock beneath his period clothes. "Estne volumen in tunica,
an solum tibi libet me videre?"

Mark grinned, understanding what she had said. "Ego

sum laetus video vidi te!" he replied readily.

"Well, I know you're happy to see these;” Becky

whispered, leaning close and using a finger to tug down the edge of her
barely-there clothing and exposing her tit to him, the pink nipples begging for
his attention. "But;” she said, replacing the clothing and standing up
again, "; we're here to take part in a Roman orgy, so we'd best get
moving now that you're feeling better."

Mark exhaled, composing himself after her tease, and nodded.

"All right. So what's the drill again?"

"Your name is Bonosus," Becky instructed, touching

up his outfit again. "You're a slave from Spain, meaning that you have no
rights. But don't worry, I own you, and I am very specific about who can do
what with you."

"So, no guy is gonna try and fuck me in the ass,

right?" Mark asked somewhat nervously, smiling.

Becky smiled: "Pity you won't try it, you might like

it. However, no, I'll simply explain that you're off-limits to men, because
you're being saved for my uncle, who is away on the German border.

Me, I'm a patrician woman, visiting Rome, and I'm looking

for a good time. My name is Aurora. If you really need my attention and are
worried about speaking in Latin, we'll speak in English, quietly. Got it?"

"Okay, what should I expect?" he queried.

"I did a little research, looking for who had a

reputation for throwing orgies and parties that tended to bring out the morals
police," she answered, adjusting her own outfit now. Neither of them was
wearing undergarments, and if the light caught the bottom portion of her
so-called dress just right, Mark could see her cunt. "This villa is far
enough on the outskirts of Rome that we're very unlikely to get a visit."

She leaned back against the wall, smiling saucily as she

drew him into her, their pelvises pressing together as she looked up at him.

"So we're going to go in there, and fuck, and fuck, and

fuck, with anyone and everyone we choose," she whispered in his ear.
"Fuck every single girl that catches your fancy, Mark. Those anacept pills
we took will cover us against all known transmitted diseases for a week, and
they make us temporarily infertile. No consequences. And the tiny tabs on our
skin will keep our libidos from flagging for a whole day."

"That sounds great," he agreed, his eyes glinting

with excitement. "Really great."

"Mark, I am going to behave like I haven't since my

wildest nights in college," Becky said softly, reaching up and running her
fingers through his hair as she looked up into his eyes. He could feel her
breathing getting heavy. She was really turned on by what they were about to
do. "Are you sure you're prepared to see me like that?"

Mark nodded: "I don't own you, Becks. We're time travel

partners, and damned good ones. It's not like we're in love. Do what you like,
I promise, it's fine."

"Hmm, just when I thought you couldn't get more

attractive;” she purred, pulling him in for a deep kiss while they leaned
against the wall. She broke the kiss and looked up at him. "Do' you
remember where all our supplies are, in case things happen to go south?"

Mark nodded again. "Back in the little vestibule near

the servants' rooms. I remember. Now let's do this; Mistress Aurora."

"God, I could get used to hearing that," Becky

sighed, shivering as she straightened up and prepared herself. "Remember;
lots of drinking, eating, music, dancing and fucking. Do whatever the Hell
feels good tonight, Mark, this is a real Roman orgy."

She took him by the hand and smiled wickedly. "Now

let's go get 'em, tiger;”

Mark was laughing and drinking wine from a silver goblet,

while watching a group of slave girls dance in the middle of the floor. The
girls, who were clearly from all around the Empire, were whirling and cavorting
about while drums and cymbals clashed out a rhythmic beat for them to follow.
They wore sheer material draping down from their waists between their legs, and
nothing else. Their tits bounced and jiggled about as they twirled about one
another, letting out sensuous calls on occasion.

The hosts of the day's festivities, a patrician man named

Flavius and his lovely wife Pompeneia, were very wealthy, and they owned over
five hundred slaves, spread out among three separate properties spaced around
the capital. Mark had even heard tell that they owned land in Egypt and
Byzantium. Wealthy indeed.

There were nearly fifty proper guests, excluding slaves and

attendants, so the place was fairly bustling with people. Patricians,
plebeians, freedmen, freedwomen and slaves, all were to enjoy themselves
tonight. And all at the request of the guest of honor, the stunning Aurora of
the fabled Horatius family.

Mark pried his eyes away from the dancing girls long enough

to look around for his 'mistress'. He finally espied her, lying stretched out
on a lectus, along with their hostess, Pompeneia, hungrily swallowing
one another's tongue while they groped each other. Against all odds, 'Aurora'
still had her clothes on, although only barely.

Mistress Horatia Aurora had, as guest of honor, requested

that in the name of the goddess Feronia, that the slaves be allowed to
celebrate tonight as well, free of consequence, as long as they also performed
their assigned duties. If not actively seeing to an assignment, they were
allowed to sit, although they had to accede their seat to anyone of a higher
station who needed it. They would also still oblige guests who wished to be
serviced by the slave in question, and the Flavius household's slaves were all
available to anyone who attended.

Mark looked back at the dance now, seeing that it was

winding down, with the girls letting out calls that there supposed to represent
cranes or herons crying out for mates. That was an invitation for anyone
inclined to come and take them once the dance had ended. They all fell still in
various poses as the drums and cymbals stopped and the room erupted in applause
and cheers for their efforts.

Mark smiled as one bronze-skinned beauty on the floor caught

his eye. As the dancers dispersed into the crowd, she slowly walked over to
him, her deep hazel eyes liquid with passion.

Mark greeted her with a cup of wine, offering it to her.

"I thank you," she said in a heavy accent,

her Latin speech seeming formal. "Tonight is a special night indeed, is
it not?"

Mark paused for a half second as the tiny chip in his brain

listened to what she was saying and translated it for him. Weirder still, it
translated what she was saying in her voice, but in English. Her English voice
sounded quite amazing to him, and he felt a stirring in his loins as he gazed
at her body.

He thought of how to respond, the translation coming to him

readily, in his voice, so that he knew how to sound when he said it.
This technology blew his mind, somewhat literally.

"Yeah," he replied in Latin, nodding as he

clinked his silver goblet against hers. "I am enjoying it. You dance
very well."

"I have to," she replied, using two hands

to bring the goblet up to her lips and sipping from it, as if she'd never had
wine before. Hell, maybe she hadn't for all he knew. "If a dancer does
not dance well in the Flavius household, demotion to some other task, probably
much more horrible, awaits them. I need to be a good dancer, if I am to keep my
coveted position."

"I'm sure your masters have many coveted positions

where you're concerned," Mark quipped, smirking.

The girl blushed and giggled, taking another sip of her wine

and looked at him. "You are slave to the Mistress Aurora, yes?"

Mark nodded: "I am."

"What is it like to be her slave?" she

asked, looking up into his eyes. Mark was the tallest person in the room, and
it wasn't going unnoticed. Becky was certainly the tallest woman, but he'd
heard her jest about having German barbarians in her ancestry. Everyone laughed
it off, and the party continued.

Mark considered for a moment before answering. "Well,

I like it a lot. Sure beats the life I was living before I became her slave."

"Are you her only slave?" queried the girl,

clearly more than a little intrigued. She didn't seem at all bothered by the
fact that every time he wasn't speaking, Mark's eyes went down to her tits.
They weren't as big as Becky's by any means, but they were still very nice, her
soft light brown skin capped with darker brown aureoles and pronounced nipples.

"Well, no," he lied, thinking on his feet.

He hadn't really expected any questions along this line and would have to tell
Becky whatever he said, so they could coordinate their stories if the matter
came up. "I'm not really any good at counting, but there's always a lot
of us around."

"What do you do for her?"

Shit, better make this simple but good; he thought to

himself. "I'm her personal servant. I do all the most personal and
intimate things for her. I dress her, I taste her food for her, I bathe her;”

"Do you fuck her?" she inquired, looking

over the rim of her silver cup as she took another drink, a deeper one this
time. So this was the crux question, he realized. He simply nodded, as if it
was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh," she said in a quiet voice, as if his

words were of concern for her. "Do; do her other servants fuck her?"

He smirked: "None of the male ones, now that she's got

me."

She raised her eyebrow at his statement and took another

drink. "Is that so?"

Mark shook his head for a moment, as if he was remembering

something. "I'm sorry, I'm being rude, I didn't ask your name."

The girl made a wry face. "My name? Why would anyone

ask for my name? I am a slave."

Mark shrugged. "Well, so am I. Tell me your name, so

I know what I'll be calling out in an hour."

The girl almost choked on her wine, but recovered and looked

up at him, as if assessing him. Finally she spoke: "Before I became a
slave, my name was Nanu."

Mark wasn't terribly surprised when the stupid chip in his

head found out what the name meant. "So you're Egyptian and your name
means 'pretty' or 'cute.'"

She stared at him for a moment, as if trying to fathom how

he could have possibly known that. "What is your mistress' name in my
language?" she asked suspiciously.

Mark blinked for a moment. "Khepri nebet."

She moved closer to him. "What is your name, slave?"

He smiled at her warmly, deciding it was time to move things

along. "My name is Bonosus, Nanu, and I am the slave who is going to
fuck you."

Nanu smiled and reached out a hand to him.

Becky panted as she rocked back and forth on her knees,

pressing her face into her hostess' hairy cunt, lashing it with her tongue. Behind
her, one of Pompeneia's slaves was gripping her hips and plowing his hard cock
in and out of Becky, trying to keep up with her lusty pace. He wasn't nearly as
large as Mark, nor was he as talented, but he would make her cum, given the
environment. Becky was here to fuck in a Roman orgy, and what individual
participants might lack in skill, her excitement would certainly make up for.

Pompeneia moaned and gripped Becky's hair, loosening it

further from its carefully piled arrangement. Becky didn't mind, though, as she
expected to look fully disheveled and thoroughly fucked by the time this orgy
was over. She'd had several cups of aged wine already and was feeling
uninhibited, even for her. She slid two fingers inside her hostess, making her
moan and churn her matronly hips while Becky took another stiff drink from her
goblet. She then returned her mouth to Pompeneia's snatch, allowing rivulets of
the dark wine to flow out over her engorged vulva before sucking on it
hungrily, making the patrician woman gasp and groan loudly and thrash about on
the lectus she was splayed on.

The slave behind her pistoned his hips against her while she

ground back against him, taking his cock as deep inside her as she could. She
could feel him swelling and knew he was close to cumming, but she didn't mind
if she didn't climax yet, because the day was young, and this orgy had barely
started. There were so many people left to fuck.

Besides, she could always track down her darling Mark if she

needed serious attention, after all.

The slave grunted and let out a low moan before he began

spurting his cum inside her. Becky moaned into Pompeneia's cunt, sending her
over the edge and making her cum shamelessly, her fat tits flopping about for
all to see. Nobody cared, or if they did, they were delighted by it. There was
no judgment at this orgy.

As the slave pulled out, Becky clambered on top of Pompeneia

and they kissed deeply, wrapping their arms around one another, tongues
plunging. Becky finally sat up, smiling and straddling her hostess' hips. She
smirked down at the Roman woman and then reached beneath herself, flexing her
cunt muscles and teasing out the cum that the slave had just deposited in her.
She smeared it all over Pompeneia's thatch and nether lips, before dragging her
shaved twat up her lover's body, leaving a glistening and sticky trail of cum
along the way. She squirmed and writhed on Pompeneia's tits, smearing them in
the slave's essence while trying to get one of the nipples inside her cunt.

Finally she wiggled her way up to Pompeneia's mouth, and the

older woman gripped Becky's thighs and sucked on her smooth cunt hungrily,
coaxing out all the cum she could from her guest. Becky smiled and reached back
with one hand to finger Pompeneia's gooey cunt, bringing her to yet another
climax, the fourth she'd received from Becky. The teacher had no doubt this
woman would remember her very fondly.

She finally clambered off Pompeneia and knelt beside her,

the two of them kissing tenderly, sharing the cum from the slave between them,
followed by Becky licking the residue off her lover's face. They whispered to
one another before Becky stood and strutted away, knowing that Pompeneia's eyes
were fixated on her glorious, toned ass. It felt good, knowing she was the
object of desire for every single person in the entire household.

Becky looked around in wonder, surrounded by actual Roman

artwork, in a completely intact home with a glorious mosaic tile floor
depicting a couple making love and then a hunting scene involving a lion. The
plastered walls were painted in bright colors. The furniture, made of wood with
brass fittings and comfortable cushions, was currently being put to the test as
couples or groups around her fucked and made love in every conceivable
position.

She gazed down at the silver goblet in her hand, made of

beaten silver and decorated with glass prisms and with a poem etched into its
circumference. She picked up a small, sticky honey cake from a table, then took
a bite from it before smiling wickedly and pressing it to her glorious tits,
smearing the sticky honey all over them. As a female slave passed by, Becky
took her gently by the arm and pulled her into an embrace, gently pushing her
head down. The slave understood immediately and began kissing her tits, slithering
her tongue around to get the gooey sweetness off Becky.

The blonde woman was shivering and groaning while already

smearing the honey cake against her cunt.

Mark was sitting on in a low chair in a side room, holding

Nanu by the waist while she bounced up and down on his lap, her arms around his
shoulders and her eyes staring down into his. Her greedy cunt swallowed his
cock, making her gasp and groan with each motion. Her inner muscles squeezed
around him, and while Becky was definitely more skilled, and perhaps even
tighter, the fact that he was actually fucking a Roman slave was an incredible
thrill.

She jammed her lips to his and kissed him feverishly, her

fingernails raking over his back as she ground down on him, hissing and panting
with lust. He found her to be incredibly exotic, and he realized that it might
because he'd never met a true ethnic Egyptian before. As far as he knew, the
bloodline of the ancient Egyptians had become extinct. She certainly looked
exotic to him, with her deeply tan skin, hazel eyes and straight, coal-black
hair.

He used his strong arms to help move her up and down, almost

spiking her on his cock, and her panting became a delightful yelping. There
were loud cries of ecstasy from all over the house, so they paid no attention
to anything else. She kissed him again before seizing up and shuddering,
groaning loudly. She threw her head back and pressed her cunt down as hard as
she could, cumming wildly. Mark kept pumping relentlessly, loving how her
snatch clenched around him.

Nanu flopped backward, her head now on the floor, arms

splayed and her back arched, still pinned to Mark by his cock. Her chest rose
and fell as she breathed heavily, still trembling. He smiled down at the girl,
waiting for her to recover. When her eyes finally fluttered open, he took her
arms and gently pulled her up to him. She almost purred and nuzzled against
him, still in the throes of a sultry bliss that filled her. Nanu kissed him
everywhere she could reach, including his fingertips.

"You are an exquisite lover," she murmured,

looking deep into his eyes and caressing his face. "No wonder your
mistress needs only you for fucking."

He smiled back: "I'm just happy that she doesn't

mind sharing me, because I am enjoying fucking you too."

She went back to kissing him gently, and was whispering

things against his skin, but too softly for him to understand. She finally
looked back up at him. "But you have not yet cum."

Mark shook his head.

"Do you fear giving me a child?" Nanu

asked. He shook his head again. "Then are you barren?"

"Only for this week," he quipped, grinning

and enjoying her confusion at his statement. "Don't worry, I'm just
conserving my strength. This orgy is a long way from over, and if I cum now, I
don't know how long it will take me to recover."

"Do you promise to cum in me?" Nanu asked

expectantly. "I; I am just a slave, I know, but I like you, Bonosus. I
want to feel your cum in me, especially if you cannot give me a child."

"I think I can make that promise;” Mark replied,

pulling her in for another kiss.

Becky shivered as she sat on the stone bench, centered over

a hole as she started to pee. She'd already cum at least six times, and she had
the distinct feeling the tally would be sixty before the night was out. One
woman and one man slave leaned down on either side of her and began sliding and
flickering their tongues around her rock-hard nipples, making her moan in
delight. She felt her legs being parted and smiled down at a freedwoman who
leaned in and tongued her cunt attentively, even here in the cultus, the
small, private bathroom of the Flavius family.

Becky sighed and cradled the head of the woman licking her

cunt, while squirming her tits against the mouths of the two slaves sucking
them. The tongue of the woman between her legs sent tingles through her, and
she could feel another climax building rapidly. Everything about this setting,
this experience, was making her hornier and more sensitive than ever. She
wrapped her arms around the necks of the man and woman sucking on her nipples
and pulled them in tight, arching her back and groaning very loudly as she
came, squirting into the face of the woman licking her cunt. She bucked and
writhed on the seat, thankful for the anacept pills she and Mark had taken,
since she'd done quite a bit of research on Roman hygiene practices.

She stood finally, releasing the two slaves who were sucking

on her tits, while the girl between her legs merely knelt back a little and
kept her mouth pressed to Becky's cunt, massaging it with her tongue. Becky
smiled down at her dreamily and winked before pulling her to her feet. They
kissed deeply and then she led her out of the room, followed by the slaves.

"Go and find my manservant for me," Becky

instructed. "Bring him to me and I'll let him fuck you. He is a
wonderful lover."

The woman hurried off, while Becky found a couch and

reclined, her legs spread wide. She let the male slave lap at her gooey cunt
while she made out with the female. She felt so deliciously depraved in this
setting, like she could let everything go and act like a harlot without
consequence. Which she could.

The freedwoman returned some minutes later (Becky barely

remembered having sent her at this point), with Mark following. He was delightfully
naked, his cock glistening with lubrication. He was holding the hand of a
dark-skinned and dark-haired girl, who was clearly a slave and following behind
him. The girl gaped at Becky in awe.

"Hey, Becks," Mark said cheerfully in English,

almost laughing as the chip in his noggin tried to translate what he was saying
into Latin. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Hmm, you have no idea, baby," the blonde

woman purred, stretching her arms over her head so that her glorious tits
thrust up toward the ceiling. "I see you've found yourself a pretty little
playmate. She was one of the dancers from earlier, right?"

"Yeah, I wanna see if I can somehow get all eight to

fuck me at once," Mark replied, grinning. "That'll beat my record by
at least a factor of; wait; you, Alexandra and her servant Lisette all at once;
divided into eight;”

"Don't strain yourself, Einstein," Becky said

dryly. "Just suffice to say that fucking eight Roman slave-dancers at once
will be more than anyone else you know will ever accomplish."

"Except you, I'm betting," Mark pointed out,

smirking.

"Is that a challenge, young man?" Becky asked,

raising her eyebrow.

"What'll we wager?" he queried. He had no

particular confidence that he could outfuck his Physics teacher, because she
had proven to be quite a sex fiend, but he was more than willing to try, here
in Imperial Rome.

"Tell you what;” Becky suggested, sitting up on the

couch at looking up at him, smiling lightly. "If I win, you have to let
the man of my choice here in this orgy fuck you in the ass."

Mark was very still, a shiver of dread going up his spine.

He swallowed, waiting to hear what else she had to say.

"But, if you manage to fuck more girls at one time than

I take of male and female lovers at one time, I'll buy your cute little
girlfriend from our host and make her ours, okay?"

Mark could barely process what he was hearing. He turned his

head and stared at Nanu, weighing the price of 'owning' her versus having his
ass plowed by some random Roman dude.

The perils of time travel.

But he'd already been shot and survived, right?

"You're on, Becks," he said finally. "Ya'

only live once, right?"

"That's the spirit," she cooed, winking at him.

"Tu solum vivis unum tempus! As long as you save some of that
splendid stamina and cum of yours for me. So, are you going to introduce me to
your little friend?"

Mark nodded and pulled the Egyptian girl forward. She seemed

rather intimidated. "Becks, this is Nanu. She's Egyptian."

Becky smiled kindly and patted her soft lap. Nanu let go of

Mark's hand and eased herself carefully onto the blonde goddess' lap, sitting
sideways. Becky put her arms around the girl's waist and looked her up and
down.

"Hmm, very nice, Mark;” Becky said quietly before

pulling Nanu gently into her and kissing her warmly. To her credit, the slave
girl did not resist at all, but melted into the kiss, moaning in pleasure. She
squirmed around until she was straddling Becky, her legs hitched behind her
back, and their tits squashed together. Mark stood closer and watched eagerly
as their tongues tangled and they began caressing and fondling one another.
Nanu shivered under Becky's divine touch, and he knew she was incredibly
aroused already.

Their kiss became sloppy, and they slid their tongues around

one another's faces, leaving them glistening and sticky. Becky took Nanu's
bottom lip in her mouth, sucking it in. The slave shivered again and let out a
tiny whimper, before pulling back from the kiss and touching her fingers to the
lip. She examined the fingers, noticing a trace of blood.

"Yes, I bit your lip," Becky whispered to

her only loud enough for Nanu and Mark to hear. "By making you bleed
from our kiss, I have stated my intent to own you, Nanu. Would you like
that?"

Nanu's eyes widened and she nodded almost imperceptibly.

"Good," Becky said, reaching between them

and cupping the Egyptian girl's tit, giving it a gentle feel. "Now all
my naughty little Bonosus has to do is manage to fuck all eight of you dancing
girls at once in order to make that happen. You might want to help him a
little;”

She allowed the slave girl to stand and gave her a gentle

pat on the rear. Nanu stood in front of Mark for a moment, looking up at him,
and then hurried off. He then heard Becky giggling.

"Goodness, Mark, how hard did you fuck her to make her

fall that much in love with you already?" the blonde asked, her beautiful
blue eyes glinting with mirth.

Mark tried not to frown. "I didn't have to fuck her that

hard, thank you. I've fucked you a lot harder on countless occasions."

"And you'll have to fuck me much harder still to make

me fall in love with you, handsome," she cooed, reaching out and stroking
his cock gently. "It's time for my surprise. Have you put the little
speaker things all around?"

Mark nodded: "The switch to activate them and the music

is in the little satchel we brought. I'll be ready."

Becky smiled and stood up, moving close to Mark so that

their bodies were pressing and his cock was nestled against her slick cunt, and
already hardening from the contact. She smiled and traced a finger along his
swelling cock while looking up into his eyes.

"I'm glad to be here, Mark," she said softly,

knowing that many sets of eyes were on them, and quite envious of them both.
"But I'm mostly glad to be here sharing this with you. I couldn't have
asked for a better time travel partner."

They kissed tenderly for a moment before Becky pulled back

and winked. "I'm gonna go get dressed; be ready for me."

She scampered off, and he watched her magnificent ass wiggle

away from him. He noticed he wasn't the only one staring. He wandered around
and made sure that all the 'speakers' were strategically placed around the room
for Becky's performance. They looked and felt like rocks, to be honest, so he
had no idea how they worked. All he knew was that he'd tested them, and they
did. Hell, they even had the music they were meant to play stored in them!
Future-tech was really something.

He remembered how they'd found a chrono-merchant, right in

his hometown, in a secluded store he'd never noticed before. Chester had
pointed them to the merchant in question, and he was happy to help them. Most
of his time was spent helping customers from the far future, who happened to be
visiting Mark and Becky's era, so having some locals was a refreshing change
for him.

The student and teacher had expressed their wish to go back

to Imperial Rome and attend a real orgy. The man smiled slyly and showed them a
range of items he thought they might need; clothing, currency, subtle but
advanced medications to protect themselves;

All it cost Mark was his collection of six vintage Star Wars

Pez dispensers. Apparently, originals were big collector's items in the future.

"Remind me to come back to you with my dad's Micronauts

and Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots!" Mark had laughed.

Mark felt well-prepared for this trip, and he had to admit,

he was enjoying himself. He drank from his wine while standing in front of a
patrician woman, who was sitting naked on a couch and slurping hungrily back
and forth on his cock. He gazed around, noting the sumptuous array of foods
laid out in vast quantities for the event; it was very hard for many of the
slaves to restrain themselves from eating greedily, since this type of
generosity was almost unknown to them.

Loaves of bread, honey-cakes, dates, figs, stuffed dormice,

varieties of pulses, apricots, various fish, cheeses, boar meat, olives, and
caviar, which he'd heard the hostess Pompeneia brag to Becky about being sent
straight from Persia. He'd never tried caviar before, and he was surprised that
he actually liked it.

He blinked as he felt the patrician woman pull her mouth off

his throbbing cock, which she had brought back to an impressive hardness. She
had then bent over the couch, in full view of everyone in the room, and
shamelessly reached back and spread her ass cheeks, exposing her puckered knot
and asking him to fuck her ass.

Mark bit his lip, wondering what to do; Becky wouldn't be

much longer in getting ready, but slaves were obliged to satisfy all favors
required of them by the legitimate guests, especially the higher-ranking
patricians. He couldn't say no.

He stepped up and took hold of her wobbly ass cheeks,

steadying his cock against her. She moaned in anticipation of him entering her.
He reached down and ran his hand up and down her sloppy cunt for several
seconds, and used that lubrication to prepare her ass, sticking his index
finger inside her and twisting it around. The woman groaned loudly, and he
realized that she was making a show of it, announcing that she was the
one getting fucked by this tall, handsome and mysterious Spanish slave of Lady
Aurora's. Apparently he was something of a commodity.

He would fuck her ass fast and hard, making her cum, so that

he could return to his assignment from Becky. He took hold of his cock and
pressed the head against her little star, pushing it through. She grunted and
let out a moan. Lots of people were watching, including more than a few slaves.

Slowly and firmly, Mark slid his turgid phallus deep inside

her, making her cry out so loudly that he was certain she could be heard
outside the villa, despite all the other carnal happenings around them.

Here goes nothing;

He gripped her hips and leaned over her, pressing her down into

the couch as she wailed again. He began pumping in and out strongly, plowing
deep inside her. Clearly she was no stranger to this, because she wasn't nearly
as tight as Becky. He fucked her ass in a steady rhythm, watching as his own
pulsing shaft slid in and out of her. She gasped and yelped, putting on a show
for those watching. Her hands kept her ass cheeks pulled wide, so everyone
could see how deep inside her Mark was.

Then he took the initiative. Everyone gasped as he let go of

her hips and gripped both of her wrists, pulling back toward himself and
arching her spine, even as he pressed forward into her more strongly with each
stroke. The woman seemed to choke on her breath, shaking and looking back at
him in shock. Her face was variously flushed and pale, depending on where one
looked. Her eyes seemed bleary, as if she was on the verge of tears. Her erect
nipples declared her arousal as her tits protruded far in front of her
back-stretched arms. He rode her as though she was a bridled horse, only her
two arm were the reins.
The full floppy tits shook wildly with his aggressive pounding, grinding,
fucking of her asshole.

But she didn't object to his aggression or dominance.

"Do you think Mistress Horatia lets him take her

that way?" he heard one woman ask another as she gazed on in rapt
wonder.

"If she does, she's a lucky cunt, she is;”

whispered the other woman in response.

And still he plunged his cock deep inside her ass, making

the woman squeal and churn beneath him, struggling to move, but pinned by his
superior strength. He could tell that the other women (and most likely some
men) were jealous, because they were beginning to talk shit about her quietly.

"Qualem muleirculam!" whispered a man

gazing one in envy. That seemed a little harsh; Mark wasn't sure she was
actually a bimbo. A shameless slut, sure. But wasn't everyone here today?

"Pedica meo!" she gasped, squeezing her ass

around him. "Pedica meo!"

Mark fucked her faster and stronger still, driving his cock

deep into her bowels, until she sounded like she was having a severe asthma
attack. She wheezed and struggled, but he held her immobilized. She could not
escape this exquisite torture unless he let her. He could feel her tightening,
though, and he knew she wouldn't last long; exactly what he wanted. He would
make sure she got the show she desired.

His hips began pistoning rapidly, but with even more

strength. The woman's eyes rolled into her head and her mouth dropped open. Her
entire body shuddered in a long wave, and she screeched, battered by endless
waves of pleasure as the orgasm crashed over her. She clenched her teeth and
writhed, as if trying to escape, but she had already completely surrendered to
her blissful fate.

Mark dropped her wrists and now gripped her long, kinky brown

hair, yanking on it to pull her up. She gasped at the unexpected but glorious
sting and found herself pulled up and back against him. His hips still pumped
against her ass cheeks, sliding his cock deep within, while his strong hands
began to grope and almost maul her flushed, sweaty body. Helpless before him,
she allowed the violation readily, whimpering and in tears.

"Es scortum obscenus vilis," he growled in

her ear before biting it and making her writhe in need. "You are a
vile, dirty little whore, aren't you?"

"Etiam!" she gasped, as his hand gripped

her chin and turned her face forcefully to look into his eyes. "Yes, I
am a vile, dirty whore! Fuck me in my shame!"

He fucked her until she was almost limp, and finally slid

out of her ass, the abused knot pulling back along with his shaft obscenely, a
fact noted and commented on by anyone close enough to see. She collapsed
forward over the couch again, trembling, but saying nothing. Mark turned his
body and caught the gaze of another woman, who hustled over, knelt and began
sucking on his cock without question. He waited while she cleaned him dutifully
before noticing Becky standing by a dark corner, watching in amusement. She
raised an eyebrow and he nodded.

Without further ado, he subtly retrieved the remote for the

things that were supposed to be speakers, and held his arms up, beckoning
everyone to gather in. As the naked crowd moved in, the host and hostess came
and stood near him, smiling pleasantly. Pompeneia explained that they were now
to be entertained by the guest of honor, who would be dancing for them all. As
if on cue with her words, slaves around the room modified the intensity of the
flames coming from the braziers that illuminated the room, making it dimmer and
more sensual, except for an area in the central expanse.

Mark subtly pressed a button on a tiny remote he was hiding

in his hand.

Music emanated from around the room from the concealed

speakers. He'd remembered what the T E A agents had told him about
anachronistic technologies and how they would rarely work in times or eras they
were not known in, but he seemed to be getting away with it so far. It occurred
to him that this meant the technologies he and Becky were using were not to be discovered.
Yet.

He smiled as Becky seemed to shift and ripple into view,

because of the flickering brazier flames. The music, he knew, would be like
nothing these people had ever heard before. True, it wasn't metal, but the
arrangements and instruments would be alien. Not to mention the Phil
Spector-esque 'Wall of Sound' involved.

Becky had told him the song was called 'Gypsy', and she now

spread her arms over the head, as diaphanous strips of translucent material
curled sensuously around her lovely form, and gems glittered on her forehead
and navel. Gold anklets tinkled on her feet.

Mark had never seen 'Lord of the Dance' before, but watching

Becky, maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all.

As wind instruments began playing while drums and strings

kept a backbeat, Becky snaked and twirled around the circular space in time
with the music. Everyone watched her, rapt. Mark's eyes flicked over and he saw
Nanu looking on from farther back in the room, standing atop a bench to get a
better view. Her eyes were wide with awe. People were still whispering as they
watched; for a patrician woman to dance this way, or even know how to
dance this way, was scandalous, and they loved every second of her performance.

The music grew louder and more intense as the wall of sound,

a concept these people couldn't even readily grasp, filled the venereum.
Becky continued her cavorting, her tits bouncing about beneath the outfit she
was wearing. It was more of a tease than anything, because it concealed pretty
much nothing. When she kicked high, she showed her cunt to everyone. She
seemingly didn't care, or was enjoying it. Probably the latter, knowing
her as he did now.

The music reached a crescendo and then stopped, with Becky

collapsing to a sitting position, curled in on herself. The crowd clapped,
cheered and catcalled enthusiastically. Seconds later, another musical piece
began, this one in a style probably more familiar to the onlookers. Mark knew
it was from the soundtrack of the movie 'Alexander'. It opened with tinkling
chimes and what sounded like hooting bird calls. Becky slowly rose to her feet,
holding an elaborate pose.

Then what sounded like four hammers striking an anvil rang

across the space, followed by a frenetic drum beat. Becky broke into a wild
dance, spinning and prancing about with abandon. The crowd watched spellbound
as the music echoed around the room. Becky's blue eyes flashed with excitement,
knowing that the revelers were enchanted by her. There was no one in this room
who was not sexually enthralled with her at this very moment.

Even Mark, who knew her pretty much better that anyone on

this planet, at any point in history, was watching her in quiet awe. It made
her wet, thinking of what he'd do to her later after watching this.

As she whirled in a circle close to the crowd, she took hold

of a male dancer slave, and then another, leading them in the exotic and
magnetic dance she now performed. Both men were naked, and she snaked her body
against them, rapidly bringing them to hardness. The crowd cheered as she flung
aside the strips of fabric that concealed her body, until she was as naked as
the slaves.

Everyone watched in astonishment as she dropped to her knees

between the two men and began hungrily sucking on their cocks, each one in
turn, then finally putting them both in her mouth at once, her cheeks bulging
obscenely.

"In the name of Suadela," breathed

Pompeneia, standing next to Mark and staring dumbly. "Your mistress is
the most magnificent whore I have ever seen, Bonosus."

"Yeah, she's something, all right;” Mark agreed,

blown away by his teacher's depravity. He thought about how much she'd been
looking forward to behaving so luridly, without the consequences of biology or
moral censure. She was time-travelling, for crying out loud; could there have
been a better excuse?

No, if he was allowed to fuck as many women as he wanted,

even all at once, Becky had the right to do whatever the Hell suited her. It
was a damned fool who held her to a different standard just because she was a
woman. Guys who thought like that never got women as amazing as Becky. Loser
incels;

The music was finally ending, and he discreetly shut off the

speakers with his tiny remote. Seconds later, he felt a dainty hand on his
shoulder. He turned to look at Pompeneia, who smiled at him wickedly and cocked
her head, indicating she should follow him.

Mark took a deep breath and gently touched the

nearly-invisible tab he'd put under his armpit, thankful for the vasopressin it
was releasing into his system;

"Heaven," Becky thought dreamily as she

rode up and down slowly, the slave cock throbbing as it slid in and out of her
ass. He was lying beneath her while she faced down his legs, his strong hands
massaging her toned cheeks. His legs were spread to make way for another slave
who knelt in front of her, thrusting back and forth to spear his rod in and out
of her cunt. She groaned around the cock that was in her mouth, the freedman
who owned it standing next to her beautiful face and letting her suck him. On either
side, her hands were pumping vigorously on the cocks of two more slaves. "God,"
she thought, "I haven't done anything this wild since Frosh Week
in my sophomore year. I've missed it so;”

Five men at once. No regrets, no consequences. She almost

giggled as she wondered where else she might fit another. Then two hands
reached around from behind and began groping her ample tits, making her moan
around the cock she was sucking on. Another slave had moved up behind her and
settled down onto the face of the man beneath her. His hands groped her while
the slave below him did something to his ass. Becky didn't care what they did
to one another; she just wanted to feel as many men on her as possible.

She shuddered as her nipples were pinched and she bobbed back

and forth faster on the cock in her mouth, expertly swirling her tongue around
the head and the shaft. Her hands twisted gently on the skin of the cocks she
was holding, while she squeezed the ones inside her. She could feel them
bumping against one another, separated only by a thin membrane between her cunt
and ass. She gasped and almost wheezed, because they were striking deep inside
her at different angles. The slave fucking her cunt was moving at an almost
horizontal angle, while the one in her ass pushed straight up. It was almost;
disorienting in a way.

She gently pulled the two slaves she was jerking even

closer, so that she could touch their cocks together, sliding them against one
another. The slave behind her with his hands on her tits moved them, shifting
them to her trim stomach as she pointed the two throbbing cocks at her tits,
her hands stroking them rapidly. The slaves both moaned and shuddered as they
spurted their cum across the expanse of her bosom, glazing the silken skin.
Seconds later, she felt the cock in her mouth throb and swell, pumping a pearly
offering down her throat. She swallowed hungrily, enthralled to be living her
wild days all over again.

Becky cried out and shook as an orgasm blossomed through

her, just the first of many she planned to have in this particular tryst.
Slaves leaned in and began lapping at the cum on her tits, tongues sliding
along the skin or swirling around the nipples, occasionally biting and tugging
on them. She leaned back, moving the man behind her to the side as she lay on
the Nubian slave beneath her, still pumping in and out of her ass. She reached
up and pulled the man fucking her cunt down by the shoulders, bringing him
close and kissing him, their tongues rolling and wrestling about. They were both
spearing up inside her now, their thrusts beginning to sync as she groaned
shamelessly, filled with an exquisite wet heat. The climax that followed
seconds later rocked her to her core, but she powered through it, determined to
have as many more as possible.

Now she let the two men fuck her while she took another hard

cock in her mouth, stretching her neck back and relaxing her throat, letting it
slide back and forth inside her. She gripped the hips of the man fucking her
face, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the unadulterated ecstasy flowing through
her, needing more men to pleasure her;

Mark was sitting back lazily in the shallow pool that

dominated the palaestra of the Flavian villa. He gazed around at the
ornate courtyard, surrounded by columns and burgeoning with ornamental plants
and trees. Exotic animals like peacocks could be seen strutting across the
grass; at least, they could where none of the orgy's attendees were making
merry.

He sighed as a dancer girl knelt behind him and massaged his

shoulders, while two others were curled up against his sides, cooing and
kissing his skin. Nanu, meanwhile, was sitting in his lap, facing out and
moving up and down slowly on his cock, taking it deep inside herself, her
fingers flexing against his supple thighs. She turned her head to look back at
him, her hazel eyes glassy with pleasure.

More of her fellow dancers crowded in, until he felt himself

totally enveloped in wanton slave flesh. They kissed and nipped at his skin,
giggling and whispering to one another. Mark knew he was supposed to be a
slave, but he seemed to be getting better treatment than a lot of the guests
who weren't slaves. He imagined it was because he was the manservant of
the guest of honor, but he still felt like a king at the moment.

One girl dangled rich grapes in front of his mouth and he

bit several off, chewing and swallowing casually. Another then brought a cup of
wine to his lips and he drank from it before she leaned in and kissed him,
allowing the wine to flow back and forth between their mouths. As she pulled
back from the kiss, she allowed the wine to spill out of her mouth, trickling
down her neck and tits. Two other girls immediately leaned in and began licking
the sweet offering from her skin.

Nearby, on a well-cushioned couch, Lady Pompeneia was lying

on her side, quite naked, moaning as her husband propped one of her legs in the
air and knelt between them, sawing his cock in and out of his wife. She drank
from her goblet and watched her slaves attend to Bonosus. She closed her eyes
and rubbed one of her tits as she remembered what it had felt like to have his
big, sturdy cock fucking her less than an hour ago, feeling his thick, warm cum
pump deep inside her.

She wondered how wonderful it must be to own a servant with these

incredible qualities and envied Lady Aurora.

She entertained the absurd notion of trying to buy him from

her, but was reasonably certain that even the emperor himself wasn't rich
enough to purchase the slave outright. She'd content herself with becoming
friends with Lady Aurora Horatia and perhaps then having access to Bonosus'
fine obelisk of endless erotic pleasures.

She watched as Nanu, churning on Bonosus' lap, shuddered,

arched her back and cried out, cumming hard. Two of the other dancers were
sucking her tits and she seemed in ecstasy. Not that Pompeneia blamed her; Nanu
was rather tiny, and that magnificent cock had to be battering the bottom of
her lungs. The Egyptian girl sagged, and one of the other dancers gently pulled
her off and over to the side. Nanu was immediately replaced by another girl,
who straddled Bonosus' lap, facing him and sinking down with a loud sigh.

Pompeneia herself shuddered and gripped her tit tightly as a

little orgasm shivered through her, while her husband moaned and pushed tight
against her, cumming in her. Standing nearby, a slave helped ease his master's
cock out of Pompeneia and sucked it clean. The mistress of the house sighed and
caressed herself, enjoying every moment of this day. What a splendid orgy this
was proving to be.

She sat up slowly and looked around, seeing people in

ecstasy all around her; not far away, one of the guests had a servant girl
pressed up against a column, and was fucking her eagerly. She was pumping her
hips against him and gasping in delight. On the emerald grass nearby, two women
were laying side-by-side, arms wrapped around one another while they sucked
hungrily on each other's pussies. One of her slender, boyish manservants was
getting fucked in the ass by a patrician man named Pontifex, and her slave was
mewling loudly.

She heard laughing and joyous talk as Lady Aurora entered

the palaestra, completely naked and surrounded by slaves and guests, all
basking in her glorious sensuality. She sauntered over to the pool and eased
herself down into it, sighing and relaxing in the cool water.

Pompeneia smirked; after all the endless fucking the Lady

had been doing, she was surprised there weren't clouds of steam emanating from
around Aurora, as the water touched her skin. She was possibly the only person
in the villa to have fucked more than her servant Bonosus.

Pompeneia smiled and eased herself down onto the couch,

beckoning over a slave-girl to service her.

"Well, Mark, I see you've won our little wager,"

Becky observed, smiling at him while two slaves massaged her shoulders. She
parted her legs to allow a servant girl to massage her cunt, or occasionally go
under the water to kiss and nibble at it. "I managed six lovers at once.
You seem to have eight."

"Only if we fudge," he admitted, looking around

the dancer who churned on his cock, trying to keep her moaning down so he could
talk. "I can reasonably do four; one on my cock, one on my mouth, and one
in each hand. I; am not gonna take any in my ass, after all."

"Well, at the very least you can tie me," Becky

pointed out, smirking at him. "Think and try again. You won't even need to
move."

Mark frowned for a moment, and then gave his teacher's words

some thought; he perked up after a few moments, and then nodded. He told the
girl he was fucking to lean back slightly. As she did so, he beckoned another
to come and stand upright between them. The slave-girl did so, and Mark started
lapping at her wet twat while the girl impaled on his cock began kissing and
tonguing her ass. He paused and instructed four more to kneel by his hands.
They did as asked readily. He faced them in to one another in pairs, bodies
squashed close together. He then pushed his four fingers on each hand into one
of them, while wiggling his thumb into the other. They all moaned, because Mark
had decent-sized hands and fingers (in any day and age), and began kissing and
swallowing one another's tongues hungrily.

"See?" Becky giggled. "Six for six, you've

matched me now."

"Uh-uh!" he called out, his voice muffled by the

slippery twat of the slave-girl on his mouth. "Watch this!"

The women all whined in protest as Mark stood up, especially

the one who had been fucking him, but he assured them that this would take only
a moment before all was right with the world. He got out of the water and lay
down on the grass, his frame stretched out and his throbbing cock on display,
pointing at the cerulean sky overhead. His arms were spread wide and his legs
slightly parted.

Mark quickly brought the six girls back to their original

positions, with the girl who had been using his mouth now facing down his body,
to kiss and play with the one bouncing up and down on his cock. The two sets of
girls resumed their places on his fingers and thumbs, kissing each other
eagerly again, enjoying this strange game. He began wiggling his still-wet
toes, and the last two slave-dancers caught on quickly; they took hold of his
ankles and lowered their gooey pussies down onto his feet, taking them inside
their slippery tunnels and moaning loudly.

"Octo!" Mark yelled triumphantly from

beneath the cunt squirming on his face.

Becky laughed in sheer delight, clapping in support of her

student's ingenuity. Others looking on laughed and applauded also. A crowd was
gathering around him, but everyone made sure that Lady Aurora, who had moved to
the spot just vacated by her servant, could see easily. She knelt on the low,
tiled bench below the water, her elbows on the grass, the endless soft blades
tickling her tits as she watched. She wiggled her shapely ass, and a slave
dutifully moved up behind her and slid his cock deep inside her while she gazed
on.

Mark was enjoying himself; never had he guessed he would

have been fucking eight girls at once, not to mention Roman slave-dancers, two
of whom he was pretty sure were sisters. He wiggled his fingers, thumbs and
toes, he flickered and snaked his tongue inside the girl above him, and he
pushed up and down with his hips, spearing deep inside the slave-girl, who
cried out in rapture as his cock split her wet cunt wide open. She arched her
back and cried out loudly, cumming hard. She slumped off to the side and was
quickly replaced by Nanu, who was eager for more. She churned and writhed on
him, occasionally looking over at Lady Aurora, who smiled and winked at her.

He could feel them all squirming and trembling now, and

pushed himself harder, sending them all over the edge; several moaned loudly
while the one on his face kissed Nanu deeply as they both screamed, rocked by
their orgasms. The girl riding his tongue fell off to the side, shaking and
holding her cunt as she moaned in pleasure. He looked over at his teacher.

"Becks," he panted, his face glistening with cum

and flush with need. "I'm gonna cum, but I want it to be in you. Please;”

Without a moment's hesitation, Becky stood, the crystalline

water cascading off her glorious body. She clambered out and all the
slave-girls moved aside readily, even Nanu, who dutifully knelt beside Lady
Aurora as she straddled her manservant.

"Thanks for waiting for me, Mark," Becky whispered

as she teased her slippery cunt lips along his cock while resting her hands on
his shoulders and looking down at him. "It means so much to me."

"Means everything to me too, Becks," he replied,

nodding. "Wanna give 'em a show, show 'em how we do it in the twenty-first
century?"

The blonde beauty smiled wickedly, and without another word,

shoved herself down hard on her student's cock, making them both moan loudly as
he pushed deep inside her.

Everyone watched in awe as the two began fucking madly,

Becky thrashing her hips back and forth while he pumped up and down rapidly
inside her, battering her cervix with each thrust. His hands found her bouncing
tits and squeezed them, making her cry out, her fingernails digging into the
meat of his shoulders. Pompeneia and her husband Master Flavius stood right
beside them, watching in fascination. Nanu was caressing and massaging Lady
Aurora's flanks and ass while she fucked Bonosus, her deep hazel eyes staring
longingly at them.

Becky rode Mark harder and harder, his throbbing cock

stretching her cunt deliciously, making her want to scream. She held on though,
squeezing around Mark, thrilled to know that everyone's eyes were on them,
watching them fuck with wild abandon. With every thrust she squeezed her ass
cheeks tight, feeling Mark shudder below her.

Mark was panting and grunting as he fought to hold on,

determined not to cum before Becky. He squeezed her tits and pinched her
nipples, pulling on them, even while she writhed and churned on his cock. He
felt himself throbbing inside her, his cock swelling as his body told him he
was close. He pushed up as hard as he could, getting as far inside her as
possible.

Becky's eyes, which had been squeezed shut, snapped open and

she went rigid and cried out loudly, her entire body almost warping as she was
hit by a sense-shattering orgasm. She rocked about as her cunt clenched Mark's
cock fiendishly. She heard him moan and then his molten cum was lashing her
insides, driving her to maddening heights of rapture.

She collapsed forward, her body shaking and her breath

coming in great heaves. Mark found the strength to put his arms around her and
hug her. Becky planted little kisses along his neck, collarbone and pecs.

"We've been taking those futuristic tabs to keep our

libidos up," she whispered as she nuzzled her cheek against his neck.
"And you need to remember that it's probably all those extra hormones
talking, Mark, but right now, at this very moment, I am so very in love with
you;”

He smiled and kissed her head. "is' okay, teach, I'm in

love with you, too."

She giggled and squirmed against him happily, feeling his

hard cock still throbbing inside her. "You sure it's me and not your
little friend waiting so patiently at our feet that you're in love with?"

"Very," he replied. "I didn't call her to

share my huge orgasm or fill her with cum, did I?"

"Hmm, and I'm so glad," she purred, nuzzling him

and closing her eyes, forgetting there were dozens of people staring at them
intently. They undulated gently against one another, sliding his cock in and
out of her slowly. They weren't trying to cum again, but damned if it didn't
feel good to be making love gently. "Let's just stay here in love for a
few minutes, and then get back to the party, hmm?"

Mark nodded, and Becky looked up and asked everyone to give

them some time alone. Once they had dispersed (including a reluctant Nanu), the
couple went back to kissing one another lovingly, and whispering how in love
they were at that moment. They both knew the hormones would wear off, and they
would remember how they felt, but were confident in their ability to just get
past it, even laugh about it, this chemically induced sensation of being in
love. Secretly, Becky was pretty sure she'd almost fallen for Mark a few times
anyway over the past couple of months, especially after he'd rescued her from
the Louvre.

He slowly rolled her onto her back, and Becky's eyes shone

as he looked down into them, pumping his cock slowly in and out of her. Her
ankles hooked behind his, keeping him inside her, while her arms rested lazily
on his back. Their tongues tangled playfully and his hands squeezed her ass
cheeks.

"Hmm, yes," Becky sighed, finally sitting up and

looking down at her lover, who was still deep inside her. She caressed her
tits, luxuriating in the tingling thrill it brought her. Both she and Mark had
very active sex drives to begin with, but she was pretty damn sure that these
little medi-tabs, from some seven hundred years in their future, had kicked
their libidos into overdrive. "Ya know, I expected us to get a lot of tail
when we came to this orgy, Mark, but; I am also pretty sure that you and I are
sweating pheromones, and it's making us absolutely irresistible to these people."

"Well I ain't objecting," he said cheerfully,

reaching up and helping her massage her tits and making her giggle. "So
what's the plan now?"

"Well, I could spend the rest of my day impaled

on this magnificent tool of yours," she mused, reaching down and stroking
her fingers along the base of his sticky shaft as she moved herself slowly up
and down on it. "But we did come here to participate in an authentic Roman
orgy, and we haven't been clock hammered yet, so we're doing something right. I
guess we should get back to the other guests, hmm?"

He nodded.

"And of course, there's the matter of me purchasing

your new girlfriend for you," Becky reminded him, winking. "You won
our bet, after all."

He considered: "What do we even do with her? I doubt we

can just take her forward into the future with us, right? I mean, we got lucky
with Lady Alexandra, because she already knew Chester Edgeworth. I doubt Nanu
knows anyone in the time stream."

"You may have a point," she conceded, wondering if

the rampant hormones were impairing her normally sober judgment. "But
we'll just have to see."

"They told me getting clock hammered can hurt,"

Mark said.

"I'm sure that's true, if you do something bat-shit

insane," the blonde beauty agreed, still undulating up and down on his
cock absently. "But I think temporal mechanics probably uses the path of
least resistance. If we load her up on your Holmes Field Device and it doesn't
go anywhere, it's Time telling us we're not going back with her. We'll figure
it out."

They meant to go back to the orgy, but she ended up leaning

down and kissing him deeply, and they began fucking again. Several minutes
later, they both cried out and said they loved each other as their mutual
climax thrashed through them, leaving them trembling, sweating masses of limbs
and flesh.

"Okay; okay;” Becky breathed, her head almost spinning.

"I'm gonna go, or I'll never manage to get off you;”

With great effort she rolled off to the side, groaning

loudly as Mark's raging cock popped out of her wetly. They lay side-by-side,
desperate to touch and hold hands, but knowing better. Becky clambered to her
feet, sucked in a deep breath, and walked away, not daring to look at Mark. She
instructed two slave-girls to clean his cock with their mouths and then escort
him inside, which they did readily.

Mark allowed the girls to lead him back inside, and they

departed with a giggle and a wink. He sighed as he took another goblet of wine
from a servant and then began wandering around, just enjoying the environment.
Yes, his cock was sticking straight out in front of him, and endless numbers of
women (and men) were eyeing him longingly, but he refrained, momentarily, from
indulging. He either wanted to find something new and different, or find Nanu
again.

He heard a loud moan, and looked over to a corner of the

room, where he saw Becky squashed between two men, one beneath her and one
above, who were both pumping their cocks in and out of her cunt at once. She
seemed like she was in absolute Heaven. He couldn't blame her; this little
jaunt of theirs was unreal.

He needed to pee.

Mark began to wander through the house, wondering where the

lavatory was; he knew to look for what was more or less a stone seat with a
hole in the middle of it, but this was a big villa. He sipped at his wine and
wandered through the household, wondering if maybe finding a secluded tree or a
willing slave-girl was easier, because he had no clue how to use a Roman toilet
with a hard-on.

Becky writhed, stretched, and then sighed loudly, as she came.

The slave lying beneath her pulled his cock out of her cunt, and Lady
Pompeneia, who was kneeling between their legs, took hold of his pulsing cock
and plunged her mouth down onto it, moaning as he came down her throat.

Once she had taken all his cum, she dismissed the slave away

with a lazy wave of her hand, and then curled up on the couch next to Lady
Aurora, the two of them kissing deeply and tenderly. They fondled one another
gently for some time, before the hostess sighed in contentment and caressed her
guest's cheek. Not far away, the dulcet tones of a cithara carried
through the semi-private nook they were lying in.

"I harbor no doubt that it is you I have to thank

for the success of my little party, my love," she cooed, smiling into
Aurora's beautiful face. "And the day is barely half over. How can I
thank you for all you have done?"

Becky smiled and leaned in to kiss the nipple crowning

Pompeneia's full tit for a moment before asking her question. "My
slave, Bonosus, has taken a liking to your girl, Nanu. Would you allow me to
buy her from you?"

The mistress of the house blinked. "You; wish to

purchase one of my slaves?"

Becky nodded: "Specifically, the girl Nanu. As I mentioned,

my boy Bonosus has taken a shine to her, and a happy slave is a productive
slave. She also seems quite taken with him. He loves her dancing and how she
makes love. I as yet do not have a dancing slave. Would you consider my offer?"

Pompeneia seemed somewhat perplexed at first, and then

perhaps slightly taken aback. "My lady, I do not mean to give offence,
but what use have you for a formerly owned slave?"

"It suits me to see my Bonosus happy, is all,"

Becky replied simply, caressing Pompeneia's tit once again and making her
shiver. "It's not like I need a new slave for him when a used one will
do. How much did you pay for her?"

Lady Pompeneia thought for several moments. "I; it

must have been close to twenty-five thousand denarii, my lady. She is a good
dancer, she was not cheap."

Becky moved her hand up to caress the hostess' cheek as she

looked into her eyes. "I will give you three hundred aurei for the
girl, which is just over thirty thousand denarii within the city's walls."

Pompeneia's eyes went wide.

"That is your original purchasing price for her, and

extra, for the hassle of replacing her. You asked me what you could do to repay
me for my part in today's festivities, and I wish to buy your slave Nanu. What
say you?"

Pompeneia knew she should have at least consulted her

husband first, but she was reasonably sure he would not turn down such a
generous offer. Nanu could be replaced easily, another girl trained to dance in
her place. Her decision was readily made. "When would you want to pay
for her, Lady Aurora?"

Becky shrugged and smiled. "If you can be discreet

about it, I brought the money with me, not knowing what it might come in useful
for. If you have the slave bring her to me, I will give you the money now."

Pompeneia nodded and summoned over a young boy, one she

trusted implicitly, because he was a mute. He knelt down next to her and
listened carefully. "Bring Nanu here to me forthwith."

She turned to look at Lady Aurora, who smiled and leaned

across her hostess, sliding her large tits over Pompeneia's as a tease. She
smiled at the boy.

"You will find my effects in a small alcove off the

posticum. Therein, you will find a pack. It is heavy, but bring it to me, when
you bring Nanu."

The boy nodded and hurried off. If Pompeneia had any further

questions, they would have to wait, because Lady Aurora settled down on top of
her, squashing their tits together and kissing her deeply. The patrician women
made out with one another for some minutes, until the boy returned, with Nanu
helping him carry the sack the Lady Aurora had requested. She dismissed the boy
and her hurried off. Nanu knelt dutifully.

Becky and Pompeneia both sat up, and the blonde woman opened

the pack, allowing the Roman lady to look inside. She tried to keep her eyes
from goggling out of her head. The gold coins glinted wickedly in the brazier
lights that touched them. There were many hundreds of coins, without question.

To be continued in part 7. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts, for Literotica.

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