Drusilla & Luxor

Chapter One-2

“It was absolutely brilliant.” They didn’t react to that.

“Did the trader hope you’d be the stars of the show?”

“He didn’t say, Master.”

Silence again. His erection was harder than ever. Stop being ridiculous, he thought. I’ve bought them, they’re mine for whatever I want to do. I can at least touch them can’t I, before we get home? There’s only two slaves riding in the front, it’s not like doing things in front of freemen.

He swallowed and said, “Take your clothes off if you please.”

They undressed crouched over in the swaying wagon. They still weren’t wearing a lot of clothes, and were quickly naked.

“Kneel down please, and do the same as you did when you were being sold.”

They knelt with their backs to him, went down on all fours, put their heads on the floor and pushed out their bottoms. “Hold still like that for the moment,” Tibullus instructed.

He stared at them and took a breath. For a good five years, ever since he’d become sexually aware, he’d been waiting for this moment. He reached out.

He put a hand on each of their bottoms and explored the shape and texture for many seconds, noticing the intensity of feeling it aroused in him, as if answering a call within him which had waited there for aeons. At first he avoided their partings between their cheeks, feeling instinctively that to go there would be dirty, though he’d already noticed how shining clean these two looked. But he felt the whole shape of their bottoms and the sides of the cheeks going inwards, felt and felt, devouring the sensation of what he felt. He went on and on. Eventually he put one hand further down, urging it between Drusilla’s legs which she parted obligingly, and his fingers reached her slit. He raised his other hand, put it round Luxor’s upper half and fondled her breasts. He fondled and fondled until he felt there was a danger of his stuff shooting from him inside his clothes.

“Just a minute,” he said, his voice sounding strange to him. “I’ll get these things off.” He stumbled up and pulled at his clothes. “Relax for a moment,” he added.

He undressed as quickly as he could, glancing at the two male slaves at the front. They sat unheeding with their backs to him, as if unaware of what was happening.

Drusilla and Luxor were now sitting on the floor, resting on their flanks. He nearly blushed with his cocky (as he called it) exposed, hard and pointing at them, quivering. But they simply looked at him, waiting for his next instructions.

Drawing on bedtime fantasies he said,

“Drusilla, lie down on your front, face down please. And Luxor, please sit up with your legs in front of you.”

They did as instructed. Tibullus reached forward and kissed Luxor hard on the mouth, while he fondled her breasts with his hand. The feel of her lips on his was wonderful, and in some marvellous way her breasts were soft and firm at the same time. With his other hand he caressed up and down on Drusilla’s back, experiencing the smoothness of her skin. He moved his hand to her bottom and kneaded her buttocks which were soft now she was lying flat. He opened his mouth slightly on Luxor’s lips, and she opened hers in return and put her tongue in his mouth. This was going further than he’d intended, and he lessened the pressure of his kiss. Luxor immediately withdrew her tongue.

“Part your legs,” he said to Luxor, taking his mouth from hers. As she obeyed he put his face against her breasts and began kissing them. While one hand continued to enjoy Drusilla’s bottom, he put the other hand onto Luxor’s crucial mound and rubbed it, taking in the slight but sudden roughness after all that smoothness. His hand went further down onto the slit between Luxor’s legs.

“All right,” he said panting, taking his face away. “Luxor please now lie back with your legs apart. Drusilla kneel up and bend over.”

Luxor lay back and Drusilla bent over. Tibullus knelt over Luxor and took a n****e in his mouth. It was soft, and though he knew that when girls were aroused their n*****s were hard, he thought at the moment that this was as lovely as any breast could be. He put a hand between Luxor’s legs, circled the slit and caressed it, and circled again, exploring exactly what was there with his fingers while his hand felt her entire mound. With his other hand he reached out to Drusilla’s bottom – the part of Drusilla he seemed destined to concentrate on for this occasion. He felt and he fondled, round and round on her cheeks, noting how warm they were now after all this fondling. They were also round and firm now she was folded over again. He moved the hand from one cheek to the other and back again, always going across the crevice – he was still inhibited from going into there, but there was no doubt that he was interested in that as well.

He was going to do everything. He’d intended only to do some touching before he got home, but he couldn’t stop now. He raised his face and took a long look at what was between Luxor’s legs. Luxor lifted her hips in response and placed a hand at the back of Tibullus’s head, as if to push his face down. He moved away, slightly disconcerted. He realised what she must have supposed he was going to do, for he’d heard about it from other boys when he was at his academy, but hadn’t been sure he really believed them. He hadn’t got round to liking the idea of that yet.

He would shoot off prematurely if he left it any longer. The thought crossed his mind that they certainly knew what things were about, which didn’t exactly square with the auctioneer’s claim that they were “definitely virgins”. But then, even Tibullus knew better than to believe such a claim.

“All right,” he said, between gasps for breath. “It’s time for the main thing. With Luxor, lying back, legs apart. You Drusilla, thank you, you can relax now.”

He lowered himself onto Luxor, face to face. She arched her back and he put his arms round her. He pushed his quivering erection forward, feeling his way with it, and it entered the place it sought. Luxor raised her legs and wrapped them round his hips.

“No, keep your legs stretched out,” Tibullus said, for that was how it had been in his imagination. Luxor moved her legs back to the floor, though she kept her hips arched up.

He entered her with thrusting movements, forwards and backwards. It felt the culmination of everything he’d lived for. Then he stopped thinking and only experienced.

The ecstasy was overwhelming. The inside of Luxor’s private place against his own most private part was everything the gods had made most wonderful. It was everything he’d ever dreamed of. He cried out in a great shout as his seed shot away from him.

The ecstasy blew up and he screamed out loud at what seemed like thunder and lightning exploding inside him. He rested panting, on top of Luxor as he came to and collected his wits. The joy remained and it was still an ecstasy as he withdrew his manliness from Luxor’s femininity. He toppled off her slowly, and lay by her side, still writhing in the intensity of it.

“Turn and face me,” he said gently as he calmed, and his breathing returned to normal.

She turned on her side and he put his arms round her. He kissed her face then her breasts, and nuzzled his face against her. He stroked her back and drifted into slumber.

He awoke a couple of times and kissed some more. Once he started touching properly, feeling her breasts with one hand and her bottom with the other, but drifted off to sleep again. He awoke properly when the ride of the wagon became much bumpier.

He sat up. Luxor was still lying on her side, but awake and looking at him. Drusilla was dressed and sitting quietly. The two male slaves were still sitting stolidly with their backs to him; if they’d been watching it had been while he was too absorbed to notice.

He staggered to his feet and reached for his clothes. “You’d better get dressed as well,” he said to Luxor, with a touch of his previous embarrassment.

“Yes Master.”

They’d turned off the main road onto the dirt track which led up to Whipsnade. They climbed and descended several times in rough country, mostly passing through woodland, though there were clearings from time to time. Along Watling Street the country was cleared for some distance on either side, but it hadn’t taken long after turning off before they were in the forest which covered much of southern Britain.

“We’re gradually climbing,” Tibullus told Drusilla and Luxor. “We’re on our way to the top of a range of hills.”

“Yes Master.”

Tibullus said more about the scenery during the rest of the ride, speaking loudly as if he thought the two male slaves would believe it was what he’d been doing all along. Drusilla and Luxor watched, with how much interest it was impossible to tell, as the forest became thinner and they emerged onto open ground on the top of a line of hills. The track led along the top of the ridge for a way, then the villa came into sight, a cluster of low buildings set back from the edge of a steep descent. Behind it, on a gentler slope, there was a large area of cultivated land. It was now dusk, but they could see that the plain below the escarpment was covered with forest.

“That forest has hardly been explored,” Tibullus said pointing. “The main road, that’s Watling Street, comes out of the hills over there...” he pointed to the right, “but you can’t see it from here. It travels north many many miles, but on either side there’s primitive forest. An ancient path called Icknield Way passes through, roughly parallel to these hills a couple of miles away, but the rest of it is a mystery. We’ve been into some bits of the nearer part, but that’s all.”

There was a pause and they all looked. Tibullus dropped his voice. “It’s said that spirits come out of the forest sometimes and pass over the hills. Or some people say its strange creatures which are found nowhere else.”

As the wagon drew up outside the villa he said, “Look at that!” He pointed ahead. Carved into the steep hillside, obscure now in the dimming light but still just visible, was a huge figure of a four-legged animal. “Do you see that?”

“Yes Master.”

“No one knows who carved that or why. Along the top of these hills is an old bridleway along the open ground, used by the British tribes since as long as anyone knows. You still see travellers passing this way sometimes, and it takes them within shouting distance of our villa.

“Amazing isn’t it? We’re only a couple of hours from a Roman city, not more than a day or two from London, yet we’re on the frontier of the known world!”

“Yes Master.”

They got out of the wagon. Tibullus couldn’t help thinking that they seemed very passive. He couldn’t fault their obedience but something was missing, somehow.

Then he dismissed such doubts. His feelings were then of vast pride. His earlier embarrassment had given way to being intensely pleased with himself. He’d f****d one of them already! Nobody could say he didn’t know how to get something good in a sale! They’d be wondering in the house when he was going to start; they wouldn’t know that he’d started already! They would have to wait till the two males he’d had with him told them, and then the news would take them by storm! Nobody else knew yet, but they were already his! He put an arm round each of their shoulders and walked with them towards the buildings, making clear his ownership with a show of casualness. He saw people coming out as they approached, one of them his father.

“You’ll have a good life here, girls,” Tibullus said. “We’ll have expeditions along the hills, we can visit local tribes and take part in their customs, and we often have people in for entertainment and there’s much laughter and drinking. Sounds great doesn’t it?”

“Yes Master.”