Note: This is a continuation from Chapter 1. It is highly recommended that you read the previous installment first.
Lucius and Rufus lounged nude on opposite sides of the center table in the large double room of the brothel, recovering from their first round with Flora and Aurelia. They sipped on the cheap, watered-down posca in clay mugs as they breathed in the stuffy smoke and musk of the oppressive heat. In the dark light of the oil lamps, sweat drenched their hair and ran between crevices on their bodies, but they did not mind in the afterglow of their first time.
Suddenly, Lucius was unable to see Rufus as Aurelia, slick with oil, settled in his lap, facing away from him. She smelled of old sweat as she ground herself against him, and he groped her generous curves that covered him entirely. There was little friction between his cock and her bare slit as she ran herself up, down, then up again, dripping her and Rufus's lubrication onto him. It was an entirely different experience from Flora with her thin plump body and soft matted pubic hair. Aurelia was thick and tan with nearly too much to handle, and her ass brushed lightly against his flat stomach with every movement.
"Oh, yes..." Lucius said as she rubbed against his sensitive head. She chuckled in response.
As she ran herself up his rigid cock once more, Lucius wrapped his arms around her and began to thrust against her, gliding his tip between her soaked folds. Feeling his urgency, Aurelia guided himself into her and sank down fully into his lap. Lucius let out a soft moan as he felt her bare warmth enclose around him. With her feet on the floor between his legs and hands gripping the table, Aurelia began to undulate sensually side to side and eventually up and down, never letting more than half his cock escape her grip.
He watched, mesmerized, as her oiled and tan ass folded and rippled against him, clapping against his thighs with each downward movement. Her velvet wetness stimulated every part of his cock, from the head to the underside, making him swell even larger. He palmed and massaged both of her ass cheeks as sweat began to form between them. It ran from the small of her back to the inside her crack and all the way down to where they met. Lucius tightened his grip as a wave of pleasure traveled from the head of his cock to his entire body.
The run-down brothel was even busier by this point. Other patrons' grunts and vigorous slapping against their prostitutes drowned out Lucius's ever louder moans. His toes curled, his breathing quickened to a rasp, and his muscles tightened as she brought him closer. Knowing he was nearly there, Aurelia sped up her movements and brought one hand down, reaching between them and massaging his soaked and tightened balls with warm fingers.
"Let it all out baby," she whispered. "Fill me up."
At her touch, Lucius lost all control and let out a cry as he began to spurt inside of her. His legs stretched outward, and he held onto her, pulling her against him, as he pumped load after load along the walls of her cunt where it joined and mingled with the remnants of Rufus inside.
When Lucius finally calmed down, Aurelia raised herself off of him slowly. He watched in a daze as the fluids of their passion dripped onto his public hair and then, remembering his friend, looked over the table. He saw Rufus in a similar condition to him, eyes closed and breathing heavily, when a hidden Flora suddenly raised her face from Rufus's crotch and, looking at Lucius, licked her lips with a slight grin.
After dressing and paying the Madam generously with coin and compliments, the two boys left the heat and smoke of the brothel for the cool of the night. Neither said a word beyond the massive grin they gave one another as they navigated the maze of dirty narrow streets and alleys under the dim glare of the moon and stars. Word had spread throughout the slum of their presence, so the beggars and pickpockets watched protectively as the two oblivious boys, dressed in Lucius's father's silky colorful tunics, rushed to their villas on the other side of town.
On arrival they went their separate ways. Lucius entered his family's stone courtyard through a narrow side entrance. There wasn't a soul in the vicinity besides the spotted and striped cats that sprawled lazily beneath the cut hedges, illuminated by the bright slanted lights that shone through the wooden shutters. The only sound that could be heard was the quiet mutter of people inside.
They should have eaten dinner by now, Lucius thought to himself as he snuck around to the servants' kitchen door. Two servants leaned against the wall on each side of the doorway. A lantern rested between them, and they drank from silver goblets. Lucius recognized the grizzled man on the left as Faust Falto, the longtime family cook. The slender young woman on the right, however, must have been a new hire.
Faust nodded towards Lucius as he saw him approach. "I tried to get them to eat earlier sir, but your mother would have none of it," he said. "They're at the table now." Lucius frowned but patted him warmly on the back and moved to enter. But before he could reach the doorknob, Faust grabbed his attention once more.
"This is my daughter Sera sir," he said. "She will be working here from now on." Lucius gave a polite nod in her direction without paying close attention, distracted by what lay ahead of him, and he entered the kitchen. Recently used earthenware pots and pans laid strewn about the tables, and the charcoal troughs were burning weakly. Lucius quickly walked through into the adjoining dining room, placing as normal of an expression as he could muster after what had occurred over the previous hour.
In the well-lit intricate room, he saw his family sitting around the elaborate marble and stone table. They had just begun dining on the generous spread of seasoned and roasted pike accompanied by garum, sauteed mushrooms, artichokes, bread, cheese, and lentils. Lucius's father sat at the head of the table while his mother, two teenage sisters, and bastard adolescent brother sat on the sides.
"There you are!" his mother exclaimed as he entered. "By Hercules! Where were you? We have waited all night."
Lucius replied, "My apologies mother. I lost track of time while reading with..."
"Do not swear Rosalia," his father interrupted, and she glared at him in response as Lucius sat at the other end of the table. A servant scuttled over and prepared a plate for him, cutting off pieces of pike while pouring out a smooth white wine.
"Apologies," Lucius reiterated between bites. "Rufus and I lost track of time."
"Reading in the dark?" his father asked, aware of their escapades into the forest.
Lucius blushed slightly and looked into his food. "No, we were at his house."
"Is that so? Then how come I received reports that my son and his friend were prancing through the slums well into the night?"
Lucius turned a bright red, and the hand holding his fork wavered. He knew he had been caught. He stammered, "Well.. I... We..." but was unable to say anything.
