Pleasures of Ancient Debauchery

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This is work of fiction loosely based on historical reality.

Very loosely. All characters are at least 18.

If sex between consenting adults of the same gender is troubling,

this isn't for you.

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Characters -

Men

Aegidius- Favorite Eunuch

Crispinus- Visiting Literary friend

Manlius- Adult Son of Master

Tatianus- Master of the Villa

Women

Cassia- Daughter of Visiting Literary Friend

Ovidia- Wife of Visiting Literary Friend

Vibiana- Lady of the Villa

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The sun was barely overhead

when a servant brought a tray of food for the midday meal. A breeze from the Mediterranean moved the sheer curtains at the great arched door that led to the columned veranda.

Tatianus, Lord of the Villa, a Patrician, pulled his quickly softening member from the rectum of his favorite eunuch. Tatianus lovingly slid his hand up the firm ass cheek of the slim young man and across his shoulder. The eunuch turned his head to his Master and they kissed deeply. "You were excellent Aegidius. Back to your other duties now." With a smile he was dismissed.

The Lord and owner of the magnificent villa turned, arranged his toga and waist cloth into a presentable fashion and considered the tray of fruits and vegetables. The servant girl, young, slim and smiling; a toga draped over one shoulder leaving one pert breast exposed. The fabric falling in a triangle between her legs so skin was exposed to the middle of her hip.

"I believe I need to be refreshed," he said kindly. He took a handful of grapes and two plums then walked to the veranda. She followed. Tatianus turned left and took a few moments to survey the south olive grove. Here on this terrace was the thermal pool fed from a hot spring up in the hills. By the time the water arrived at the Villa it was still steaming but tolerable to the skin.

Popping grapes into his mouth the Master pulled is toga off and lowered himself into the thermal bath. In a moment the sweat and residual from his mid-morning dalliance was washed away. He tilted his head back to absorb the fine Mediterranean sun.

"Come here my dear."

The courtier servant smiled, flipped her long hair behind her ear and without removing her tunic entered the warm water. She flowed into his arms, the fabric spread on the surface. They kissed deeply as she positioned herself on his now revived member. He made no effort to move allowing her to impale herself on him. She gasped as the pole filled her tiny vagina. Slowly she pumped herself up and down. Building speed until she shuddered threw her head back and moaned loudly.

She smiled and kissed him again. He rose a bit and she helped him rise to a higher step exposing his beautiful hard cock to the sun. Without a word, her eyes locked on him as she stroked his member. Then proceeded to lick it from bottom to top. She slowly fondled his balls and continued a slow, erotic, even artistic job of oral gratification. He moaned with pleasure and she returned the moaning with delight. Each time she came up for air she stroke him and smiled. Sensing he was ready, she held his member tight. Very tight. She could control when he would explode.

"Please, let me go," he intoned in a low breath. Ordinarily he would have played this game for an hour. Letting her tease him. Bring him to the edge of an orgasm then letting him down. Oh the glory of the tease. Voluptas herself could not have done a better job.

She obeyed and his back arched and she took the full load of cum into her mouth. A healthy load, but would have been bigger and more of them had he not just enjoyed is eunuch an hour before.

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Today we would say this is debauchery.

But in 68 BCE it was recreation, entertainment, fun, a past time. The Epicurean philosophy of the era searched for a way to remove the soul from the troubles of life. To escape to a world without care. The rich might succeed totally. But even the working class could find an escape occasionally. Utilitarian Hedonism is a close cousin.

All classes could engage in activities that could bring ultimate happiness. Sex. And all things erotic. And while Patricians and the rich might reach this goal frequently, there were those servants and courtiers and even slaves who might be fortunate enough to work on a Villa where all were welcome to pursue happiness or have it come to them.

This villa by the sea was one of them. All ranks, no matter their status of job, were free to pursue whatever erotic impulse would relieve them of the worldly burdens - if even for an hour or two.

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She was a lovely girl.

He admired her shaved mons pubis as she stripped off her wet clothing and gathered up the tray of remaining fruits. He took another bunch of grapes, six olives and a plum before she left.

He picked up his toga and wrapped it lightly over his shoulder and walked a few steps west to a balcony overlooking the private courtyard. Vibiana, his wife of twenty plus years strode easily through the gardens and thru the gates into the west olive grove. She wore a very short, lime green sheer tunic. Even at her advanced age, she was stunning. He enjoyed, when entertaining, the gaze of men, and many women, as she walked through a room. So many lusted for a woman like that. Mature. Experienced. Young men would learn much from bedding her. Sometimes he would watch. This, he rationalized, allowed him to coach the young man later to refine his pleasuring techniques.

The Master picked up his toga and threw it haphazardly over his shoulder wrapping the length once around and tucking it in. He crossed to the far corner to see as she strode purposefully from the private garden through the gate into the south olive grove. He lost her in the branches for a moment but then saw her reappear and take a seat on a bench near the end of a row.

She settled in, reclining on the bench, crossing her legs revealing her bronze thighs. Very nicely shaped thighs. She tilted her head back and idly twirled a lock of black hair behind her ear.

"What was she looking at?" he thought. "Oh, it could only be one thing."

He leaned over carefully and took a few steps over to the right tilting his head to see under an olive tree.

He was certain she would not look up and notice him peering down. She was too captivated by the sight of the Nubian slave man. And even if she did, nothing would change. She liked it when he watched. She craved the penetrating look he gave when she was being ravaged. Tatianus had imported several Nubians to work the Villa grounds in the past few years, but this specimen delivered more than expected.

This one was stripped to the waist, golden bronze with rippling muscles and perspiration glistening on his back as he worked.

Tatianus stood there for many minutes watching him work and watching her watch him. Occasionally her hand slid up her inner thigh to her womanhood under the tunic. She touched herself gently.

He could understand her attraction. Even he had contemplated enjoying an erotic session with the Nubian. But the man was very large. He had seen his phallus during the purchase inspection. It was large unlike any he had seen. And by his age he had seen many men. Even tasted them and swallowed their ejected seed.

It wasn't long after the Nubian's arrival he caught the eye of his wife. Indeed every woman and a percentage of men at the villa. He was large, muscular, trim and very self assured. Yet had a gentle personality and was a joy to have around the grounds.

He watched his wife motion to him. At three levels up, he could not hear what she said. The Nubian put down his pruning tool and approached the Lady of the Villa. In a smooth motion he knelt before her, pushed her tunic aside and buried his face in her vee. She threw her head back, eyes closed and mouth open. She grabbed his head holding it in place.

As the Master of the Villa watched, his member became hard. It pressed into the fabric. He pushed the toga aside leaving his hard manhood exposed again to the air and the sun.

Things moved quickly. The Nubian effortlessly scooped up the wife in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulder and neck kissing him deeply. He carried her around to a huge curved grey marble rock at the base of the Villa outside wall. The rock had been there for millions years. It was large and smooth and perfectly arched. The Nubian lay her down carefully on the rock. He pulled off her tunic in a quick motion she did not fight. Then he pulled her arms up over her head with one hand enveloping both wrists. With the other he pulled off the last garment around his waist revealing the huge phallus that was going to pleasure the Wife of the Master.

His cock was long and very wide. It resembled a cucumber or a zucchini in shape and girth. It was easy to push her legs apart. She wanted this. She wanted to be taken by the Nubian very badly. Two or three times a week for the last six months she had him "entertain" her.

His massive right hand gripped his phallus and slid it up and down her mound. She moaned with pleasure and desire. Even if the Master could not hear it from above, he knew what she sounded like. Then the Nubian with no warning plunged his massive cock deep into the wife. The Mistress of the Villa was pined to the rock by a long cock that bottomed out pining her to the rock like a large stake.

The Nubian remained motionless. She struggled at her wrists but he held her firm. He did not move. From above the Master could see the firm, chiseled buttocks of the Nubian flex. He knew what was going on. Each flex meant this man's giant cock was flexing - throbbing inside his wife. The Master now began stroking his own cock watching his wife being pleasured by the large bronzed colored man. By Jupiter, he loved the sight of this. He loved watching his wife enjoying the erotic pleasures of men and women. Over the years he participated, watched and listened as she gave him details of her sexual exploits. It excited him. It made him mad with lust. Sometimes he would fuck a servant girl in front of his wife to demonstrate his lust, then turn on his wife and fuck her twice as hard.

Now he stroked his member harder. A figure approach to his right. It was Aegidius, his favorite eunuch. "Sir, may I help?" looking hopefully at the Master stroking his shaft.

"Perhaps later, this one I do myself." He grunted with satisfaction as his wife began to move. She was pinned down, impaled by the massive cock and the weight of the giant man. The Nubian took a breast into his mouth. The whole thing. She moaned as he sucked it in. Then he started with his teeth nipping all around her nipples. He broke the skin. She bucked and spasmed in an orgasm. A tiny line of blood ran down her breasts as he continued nibbling, biting her soft flesh. She managed to move her hips. She rocked her hips and her vagina against his pubic bone and the cock moved against her. She built up momentum while he remained motionless. His cock deep in her.

Off to the right, under an olive tree two servant girls watched the scene of raw power and sex. Both of them stroked their womanhood. Their eyes rolling back, then refocusing on the sex in front of them.

The Master exploded with a stream of cum that landed on the low terrace wall. Damn - he wanted the exhilaration of stroking himself while watching his wife to last longer.

The next phase started. The Nubian began to pull out. His great, dark phallus fully withdrew. Now he could hear his wife gasp at the sudden void in her loins. He plunged himself back into her. All the way in. Then pulled all the way out. Then sank deep into her again. This time harder, faster. Now he was fucking her. Harder, faster, almost an animal brutality. He released her wrists, she clawed at his back and he stroked into her harder and harder. He seized her breasts with both hands. She shrieked with pleasure and pain in a thundering orgasm then abruptly pushed him, off. Her hair was matted in the sweat on her face and breasts.

He controlled himself and complied as she pushed him away. Any other man would have continued to ravage her, overcome by the lust and passion of the moment. Certainly the Master would have.

From his vantage point on the terrace the Master could see the man's still erect phallus glisten in the sun. He thought he could even see a white stream of cum hanging from the tip. "Oh how delicious that must be," he thought.

The Nubian sat on the rock next to her and motioned to the servant girls. They brought water, a sponge, wine and towels. The Mistress of the Villa turned her head toward the great Nubian and smiled. She reached for his chest and slid down to his huge manhood. She used a finger tip to trace a line from bottom to top catching a line of cum. Sensuously she slowly took the white cum and rubbed it along the outline of her lips, then sucked her finger clean.

After a sip of wine and being dried with towels by the servants, the Nubian helped her to her feet. The women servants guided her to the door and the Nubian strode quickly around the corner of the Villa east to the servant entrance. The Master repositioned his toga and moved quickly to the far side of the terrace with a view into the servant yard in time to see the Nubian enter. Two women greeted him with water and wine. He reclined on a lounge and rested allowing the women to wash him. His erection only relaxed for a moment. The attention of the women made it hard again. Then they each took turns licking and sucking his member. He had seen this ritual before. They would finish him. Finish what he could not with the wife. Not that he hadn't filled the Mistress's vagina with cum, but that he was capable of ejecting seed three and four more times.

He heard the little group attending to his wife climb the stairs and hurriedly returned to the thermal pool. His freshly satisfied wife and her courtesans paused in an archway by the thermal pool as if to show her off.

"Pleasant morning my dear?" he intoned.

She smiled and nodded and with a slightly horse voice replied, "Wonderful. Better than most."

Vibiana, surrounded by her maids and servants shuffled down the corridor to her private chambers for a well deserved bath and a morning nap.

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Midday meal was served on the north veranda

out of the sun. The Master, his wife and their adult son Manlius, reclined on loungers, picking at pork, oysters, fruits and nuts. The music from a lute and harp set the mood for quite conversation.

A servant appeared at the east opening to the veranda. He was very excited.

"A runner has just arrived with news that Crispinus and his wife Ovidia will arrive by the eighth turn of the sand." Or about four PM by modern reckoning.

"And what of their daughter?" Tatianus inquired.

"Yes Master, Cassia will be with them as well."

Tatianus laughed out loud and clapped his hands. "Wonderful, set up for a banquet when they arrive and arrange for music. It will be wonderful to see all of them!"

Tatianus turned back to the family. "This is indeed an unexpected pleasure. We will have chambers prepared for them, assign them servants. I'm excited for a most pleasurable and stimulating visit!"

Crispinus was a long time and dear friend. They had known each other since their service in the Emperors' guard. Crispinus shared Tatianus thirst for knowledge and, like Tatianus; Crispinus had accumulated a respectable library of scrolls from all over civilization. Some in languages he could not read. When the two of them got together they would study the scrolls. Reading the Latin and some of the Greek, but working to decipher and understand the other languages.

Crispinus also shared a delight in the Epicurean life. It was a condition of his marriage to Ovidia. A condition she did not immediately embrace. But over the years, as the attentions of her husband became routine, predictable, even stale, she understood the value of being open to new adventures - new people to satisfy her needs.

Of course Tatianus and Crispinus friendship in the army included a mutual interest in personal pleasure. Pleasure for the sake of pleasure. As officers it was unseemly to join in the debauchery of common soldiers after a battle.

Yet there were discreet ways to bring camp followers or the subjugated population to their tent. And when they were not available, they enjoyed each other.

The sound of horse drawn carriages could be heard as they wound their way up the road to the Villa. Two for the family and two more for servants and baggage. In these times, among the Patricians and higher ranks, when one came to visit, it was assumed the stay would extend for several days.

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Tatianus,

Vibiana and Manlius stood on the second level terrace watching the entourage arrive by the front entrance. They made a fine looking Patrician family. In is forties, Crispinus was still well built and trim by modern standards. His wife, with a flowing tunic that dragged on the ground was still a well proportioned woman. And the slit up the side of the tunic only gave a clue how lovely the rest of her body was. Out of the second carriage stepped the daughter. So young and slim. The nipples of her small pert breast stretched the fabric of her tunic. Manlius made a low gasp has it became apparent that the tunic was very short. The crenelations along the hem teased the imagination of all as she walked.

Manlius and the daughter went off to get reacquainted in the west garden. Vibiana and Ovidia found shade on a lower terrace and shared a carafe of red wine. Tatianus and Crispinus headed to the library. The library was a corner room perhaps twenty pedes (around 20 feet) in each direction on the third level. Four arches opened to the corridor and large windows on two sides gave a pleasant air. One window held a magnificent view of the sea and the other a view up the coast. And if one looked straight down, a view into the walled private family garden.

A servant departed after leaving a jug of wine and two full chalices.

"I've brought you three new scrolls my friend," Crispinus exclaimed as he unpacked his shoulder pouch. "Look at these my friend."

Tatianus unrolled the first and anchored each end on the table. He bent over the lettering scrutinizing every line. Crispinus leaned over his friend shoulder, slurped his wine and slipped and arm around Tatianus' waist. Tatianus turned and they kissed deeply.

For the next turn of the sand they discussed the new scrolls, drank wine and told dirty jokes.

"I've missed you friend," Crispinus said softly as he moved against the side of his host. His hand grasped Tatianus' thigh and slid upward and under the fabric of the toga. Anticipating this, the Master of the Villa had dispensed with anything under the toga. Crispinus gently wrapped his hand around the slightly enlarged phallus of his friend.

"Is Ovidia not enough? You need new servants to satisfy your desires?" Tatianus asked.

"I'm getting older and she is still wanting. Wanting more than I can provide. I love her deeply and she is a good wife, but we need to find her people of a certain station who can satisfy her. Servants are all well and good, but a man or two, or woman from our society would excite her more."

By now each was stroking the phallus of the other. Lust was growing as they spoke of the sexual desires of each wife in explicit detail. Tatianus paused, turned and leaned over the table looking at the scrolls again. Crispinus reached the far end of the table for a small saucer with the white paste of coconut butter. He smeared some on the rose of his friend and the rest on his own cock. With a quite moan he slowly penetrated his friend.