Cum For Bigfoot 13 by Virginia Wade Page B

erection. He reached out, touching me with trembling
hands that shook visibly. I thought I would feel repulsion at being
handled so, but his hesitancy and fear were surprisingly
endearing.
    I took his hand. “Like this.” His sweaty palm
rested awkwardly on my breast.
    Alba neared. “You can suck her nipple, Master
Titus. Don’t be afraid to take it in your mouth.”
    “I’m not afraid,” he blustered.
    “No, of course not.” Alba’s hands were on my
hips, gently massaging. “She’s prettier than any noble, isn’t she?
She’s the human form of Aphrodite.”
    “Oh, come on,” I disagreed. “That’s
stretching the tru—”
    “Shush,” she admonished. “Don’t spoil the
magic.”
    I glared at Alba, wondering if she had lost
her mind. “I’ll have a word with you later.”
    She ignored me. “Master Titus. Shouldn’t you
remove your tunic as well? Why hide beneath all that cloth?”
    The poor boy was bright red now.
“Ahem…I…suppose.”
    “Shall I help you?”
    His hand had yet to leave my breast; a nipple
was between his fingers being pinched gently, which had set off a
firestorm of sensation I hadn’t expected. I tried to think of
something else, because being aroused by my master’s son seemed
perverse and disturbing.
    Decima approached; her expression was neutral
and controlled. “We haven’t a lot of time. Our Domina will be awake
soon.”
    He hesitated for the briefest second, and
then, in a flurry of motion, his tunic and underthings were
discarded, revealing a lengthy cock, which glistened on the end.
This was only the second penis I had ever seen in my life, and it
was entirely sweet looking. It wasn’t nearly as thick or as
intimidating as the Roman soldier’s cock. The only item remaining
on the youth was his bulla, which was a golden locket, suspended
from a leather strap around his neck.
    Alba inhaled a sharp breath. “You’ve been
hiding a secret, Master Titus.”
    “I-I have?” His voice broke.
    “Oh, indeed. What a fine looking instrument
you have. Might I touch it?”
    His hands were on my breasts again, pinching
my nipples, which seemed to have his undivided attention. “Yes,” he
breathed. “Touch it.”
    Alba grasped him. “How wet you are.” He
groaned, closing his eyes, sweeping thick, black lashes across his
cheeks. “You should lay down, Master Titus, and let us serve you.”
He dropped to the mat, pale and naked, his eyes glazed with desire.
“Press your breasts to his face, while we suck his cock. This
shouldn’t take long.” Her tone was brisk and business-like. “Our
mistress wakes soon. We must make haste.”
    Titus looked helpless in that instant,
clearly surrendering his power to Alba who took it forcefully. I
leaned over, my breasts falling in his face, nearly smothering him
with the bounty. He croaked and moaned, his lips closing on a
nipple. Decima and Alba ravaged his penis, sucking the entire
length into their throats with noisy, slurping sounds.
    “Lift his thighs, and tongue his ass,”
commanded Alba. “Let’s give him a treatment he won’t soon
forget.”
    “Oh,” he groaned. “Oh, dear…GOD!”
    The unpalatable task fell to Decima, who
pushed against his thighs, exposing the puckered hole of his anus,
which she flicked her tongue against, producing throaty moans from
the young master. His face was all but obscured by my breasts. The
pull on my nipple sent pleasurable tingles through me. Alba suckled
him, drawing out copious amounts of pre-cum. The three of us were
dutifully employed in pleasuring Titus; his groans had morphed into
strangled screams of pleasure, which anyone passing our room could
hear.
    “He’s at his end,” warned Alba. “We should
share him.”
    “Aaaahhh…” he groaned. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” Alba
manipulated him with expert hands. Her fingers were wet with saliva
and pre-ejaculatory fluid.
    “Eat him, Floriana.” I licked around the head
of his cock, tasting saltiness. “Good, girl. Let’s all dine now,