Lady Fitzwilliam 11: Climax

I have yet to recount perhaps the most exciting event of the summer, the exchange. You will remember that the Duchess's ardour for young Smythe was such that she struck a deal by which she would spend four-and-twenty hours in the young man's company while I should choose one of her young men in exchange. But she did not expect that I would forego the beauties that had been displayed to us at the party she had hosted and choose instead her butler. But that being the deal, she relented so as to get her hands -- and other body parts -- on the lovely young Smythe.

On the day of the exchange, I had been conversing with Bentley in my chambers, asking how he felt that I was to use another woman's butler in the same way I would have used any of her most junior footman. Bentley was clearly enthralled by the idea and so I asked if he would remain present during the entire visitation, a night and a day, of Jensen, the handsome butler in question. Bentley went away to organise the events of the household in his absence in readiness for our day.

While he was at these preparations, I sent for Smythe. 'You are not to be bullied by the Duchess,' I told him as he stood before me, his beautiful penis outlined in the special breeches. 'You are to be as at home and, as in this house, you have the right to decline any activity she may demand of you. Am I clear?'

He nodded that I was clear but I made him repeat the essence of what I had told him to be sure. 'I do not have to do anything I don't want to, My Lady,' he said, which I felt summarized my message exactly, and so I sent him to the Duchess satisfied that he would return to me as I had released him.

Within the hour, Bentley knocked at my door and announced, 'Mr. Jensen for My Lady'. I bid him enter, was again startled by the stature of the man and made much theatre of looking him over. This being not a lad of two and twenty but a mature man in his thirties -- albeit half my age -- he was not intimidated like the younger men but rather amused at the situation, with supressed smiles taking the place of blushes on his lovely face, which was square and masculine, brown instead of the powdery white that is fashionable and with a visible beard growing in already from this morning's shave.

'I find this man rather pleasing, Bentley,' I said, as if Jensen was not present and not hearing my comments.

'Then that pleases me, My Lady,' replied Bentley, with a flash of his eyes in my direction.

'Would you relieve him of his coat,' I said, at which Bentley went behind Jensen and slipped his coat down his arms, removing it to a chair by the window. I again looked him over and then said, 'Now the shirt.'

Bentley came in front of Jensen and untied the bow around his neck then unbuttoned the top of the shirt, pulled it out of the man's breeches and bid him raise his arms so he could lift it over his head, which he did with difficulty as the man stood a good five inches higher than my own excellent butler. Now shirtless in front of me, I examined the man's torso, which was muscular -- not muscular like some of my own young men, but of a musculature that was altogether heavier, more pronounced -- with some hair in the centre of his chest.

'And now the breeches.' I saw a look pass between the two men at the unusual incidence of one man unbuttoning another's breeches but they were both used to the foibles of their demanding mistresses and continued without obvious embarrassment. The Duchess, I saw, had taken my lead and outlawed undergarments, meaning that as the breeches slid to the floor, Jensen was standing there in all his nakedness with just shoes, stockings and the breeches pooled around his feet.

'Take a sit,' I bid him, instructing Bentley to remove his shoes and stockings until the man was naked and back on his feet. The disrobing of a new man, the discovery of a new body, is perhaps my favourite activity. Everything that comes after is of course a delight but those first moments of revelation warm my quim almost more than anything.

Again I circled the man, who towered over me, examining his shoulders and his buttocks, running a smooth hand over them, then over the flat muscular belly causing his thick penis to jut out towards me.

'What do you think, Bentley?' I asked while still examining Jenson, revelling in the discomfort between them.

'I think he is a fine specimen of a man,' said Bentley, also looking at Jenson and offering a little smile of masculine complicity, which did not escape my eyes. 'I think he is built to please my lady.' At that, I did see a smudge of a blush appear beneath those dark eyes.

'I think you are right, Bentley,' I replied. 'It is simply that I do not know where to begin with him.'

'Maybe My Lady should start at the feet and work her way around his body,' he offered. 'Shall I get him to stand on a stool so that you can examine them?'

'Please do,' I replied, at which Jenson was set on a stool so I could lean forward and examine feet that were large, spotlessly clean and cared for with a little black hair peppered on the top. The same black hair ran up his calves and his thighs but I stopped there, wishing to save what was at the top of those thighs until later.

'Now you may sit on the stool,' I commanded at which Jenson sat before me, his thick black hair at eye level. I felt it, smelled it, ran my fingers through it while noticing that Bentley was already showing signs of arousal at my exploration of this new man. I wondered if Jenson noticed as well.

The man's head was big, his face open and handsome, his eyes dark and the eyebrows thick and glossy. I leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth. He opened his lips and allowed my tongue inside him, sucked it a little and smiled as I withdrew. I could see him appraising me as I was appraising him, seeing a woman twice his age but not wholly unattractive and certainly one he could submit to seeing as the Duchess, his mistress, commanded it.

The kiss had produced an effect on Jenson, who, when I looked down, was now half erect on my stool, his testicles laid out like a cushion and, rising from them, the thick penis, already shiny at its tip. I took a moment to take in the sight then bid him stand. Being of such a height, it was barely necessary for me to bend to look his penis in the eye. The smell of him was masculine, like Thomas 'not Tom', and the angle of his penis indicated that he was aroused but not uncontrollably so like some of my boys.

I reached out and gripped his penis, could feel it almost vibrate with the blood that was coursing through it, and squeezed so that a droplet of honey appeared at its tip. I leaned forward and with great precision dipped the tip of my tongue into his slit and stole the honey as he let out a low, guttural half-moan, more from expectation than sensation. I looked up at him. His head was back so I couldn't see his face. I looked over to Bentley who was standing behind him, to afford him some privacy and to see the reaction on my face, which must have been lustful as I saw Bentley adjust himself in his breeches so that his own dear penis was pointing upwards in such a way that I could read the curves of the underside of that beloved member.

And so I took the head of Jenson's penis into my mouth, as much to excite Bentley as to excite the Duchess's butler. Bentley closed his eyes slowly like a cat and then refocussed them on my lips around the sturdy tool of this man, who was, by now, moaning deeply. I licked it, dipped my tongue in the slit, let it slide along my tongue until it was blocking my throat all the while handling the heavy, slightly hairy balls. I could feel the penis twitch in my mouth, his whole body tensing and relaxing as I worked the head of his cock with my tongue and the length of it with my hand.

I am not sure for how long I teased him like this but I could feel him fighting his instinct to grab the back of my head and fully fuck my face, knowing that it would be improper and inappropriate in the extreme. Instead he withstood the assault on the nerve endings of that most beautiful of organs until, in time, I stood and looked at him, wiping saliva mixed with honey from my lips.

'And now Bentley,' I said, looking over at that man, whose breeches were now dotted with evidence of his own arousal, 'I would like you to remove your own clothes.'

I could see a look of almost panic on the face of Jenson but he need not have feared. I was not going to demand them to interact as at the Marquess's lunch party. Rather I was greedy to use my own favourite and this new plaything at one and the same time. Bentley removed his clothes and came and stood next to Jenson, his body smaller but just as masculine, just as beautiful. Having heard my full description of what had occurred at the Duchess's party, which I was sure Jenson had too, Bentley was clearly aware that I was going to follow Lady Squires' lead and attempt to take both penises inside me at the same time.

'Now, I need you both to sit on this banquette facing each other...' I instructed, wondering how I was going to convey my needs to Bentley and to Jenson. I need not have concerned myself as they clearly knew what I was hoping to achieve and without need of instruction from myself, sat face to face, their thighs intertwined, their testicles touching, their penises held together, Jenson's longer and thicker than Bentley's, standing up between them, together as one. I approached them, lifted my shift and put one leg across the banquette facing Jenson so I could feel the heads of both their penises tickle the lips of my sex.

'My lady, I think some balm may be required,' said Bentley, reaching behind him to produce a small bottle of oil, some of which he tipped into Jenson's palm. Both men coated their erect penises with the oil and then I felt Bentley's fingers from behind anoint my sex with the oil, rubbing it on and inside my lips and taking a moment to rub some into my nub, which made me shudder with pleasure and expectation.

Now that everything was slick, the penises came back together so I could again feel both heads pressing against me. With some wiggling and with one man's hands on my waist, the other man's holding the penises together, I felt more of the two shafts enter me until my muscles relaxed and both slid entirely inside me. The feeling was more than exquisite, it was a completeness, a spot being hit that had never been hit before.

Jenson smiled at me as I grew comfortable on the great tube of flesh between my legs then started to raise me slightly with his hands on my waist so I felt the penises slide out of me slightly before I was lowered again onto them. One hand on my breast was Bentley's, the other Jenson's, then Bentley removed my shift from behind and I looked down to see my sex descend onto Jenson. I raised myself, put my hand down and felt both of those penises jammed together, inside me, slippery, hard, divine.

I have no idea how long this went on as I was almost delirious with pleasure but I do know that I was sweating, the sweat running down between my breasts and across my belly to my sex where it was chased by Jenson with his finger, that finger then put to his mouth. I leaned forward, awkwardly, and kissed this handsome man. Then I felt a finger on my nub, knew it was Bentley reaching from behind, his finger on me and on Jenson's penis as it disappeared into me.

'Do you think you are in a position to release?' I asked, directing my question to both of them.

'Yes, My Lady,' they said, almost in unison.

'Please fill me with your sperm. Please!' I entreated, at which I felt the huge two-headed penis swell and the bodies of both men tense and then my body was flooded with the seed of these two beautiful men. I could feel the penises pumping, twitching inside me, the hands of both men urgently on my body, the face of Jenson red and screwed up in pleasure. And then the storm subsided and I felt both of them slump.

Lifting myself off of them with the help of Jenson's hands around my waist, I was confronted by the sight of the held-together penises and could not refrain from descending on them to lick them of sperm and of my own juices, even while I felt the sperm run from my sex down my thighs.

Then, in a move that was bold, both men lifted me under the arms -- as if it was a contract between them -- and laid me on my back upon the banquette. Spreading my thighs as wide as they would go, both men faced into my sex and started licking the sperm from my body, both their own sperm and the other man's. The sensation after the stretching of my sex to contain them both, was exquisite and I moaned openly as I felt two strong masculine tongues probe me and slurp me and two stubbly faces graze the soft flesh of my inner thighs. I thought I would lose consciousness as wave after wave of climax rattled through my old body until the licking subsided and both faces appeared next to mine on the pillow.

I placed my hands on the sides of each of their faces and stroked them. 'That was the most euphoric moment of my sixty-and-something years,' I confessed to them as they took my hands and kissed them, caressing my body as we all fell into unconsciousness. And we slept like that, me with my back towards Bentley, his soon-hardened penis between my thighs, squashed against the lips of my sex, his arm under my neck, his hand on my breast, while my own hands explored the body of Jenson, his strong chest, his hard belly, his equally hard penis. As we slumbered, we changed position, kissed while half asleep, hands on penises and fingers in holes as we dreamed erotic dreams of each other.

When I awoke in the morning, I was alone in my bed and just as I began to think the whole thing had been just a dream, checking my lips for signs of what I believed had happened the night before, the door opened and both men came in, fully dressed, Jenson now wearing a pair of the special breeches so I could enjoy the sight of both penises coming towards my bed, carrying trays with coffee and juices and bakeries and flowers. Taking places on either side of my naked body, they plied me with delicacies as they caressed me while I, for my part, got jam and butter on the fronts of their breeches where I was caressing them in return.

With a few hours of the four-and-twenty that had been agreed with the Duchess, we remained in my chambers and committed all sorts of indignities on each other. I experienced Jenson in my sex while I sucked my beloved Bentley's cock. I felt Bentley try to enter my anus, which was unused to such treatment, as Jenson stretched out my lips with his thick penis. I drank the sperm of both men who synchronised their climaxes for my pleasure. It was a dream of sex that left me weak and glowing.

When I awoke again, I was alone. But again, it took no time for the door to open and for Bentley to re-enter, this time alone. 'I'm afraid your new favourite lover has gone,' he said with a smile. 'His time was come and like Cinderella he left leaving just a lock of his pubic hair tied with a ribbon for you to remember him by.'

I laughed and pulled Bentley down on the bed beside me and kissed, begging him to believe that he was my favourite lover and there would never be another to replace him. Then it occurred to me... 'Does that mean Smythe is back from the Duchess?'

'Yes, My Lady,' he replied with a broad smile. 'And you should see the boy.'

'Summon him,' I demanded. 'I need to hear all about it.'

The boy was summoned and appeared in a state of untidiness that I had never witnessed before as Bentley sat nearby so as not to alert anyone to the relations that now existed between us. 'Remove your clothing and tell me what happened,' I instructed the boy. He stripped before us to reveal a body that was livid with bite marks.

'She has devoured you,' I exclaimed looking at the red sites of suckings and gnawings.

'Yes, My Lady... But I loved it.'

'Oh, you loved it, did you? Naughty boy...' And he went on to tell us the full adventure that had passed between this very elderly Duchess and this beautiful young man. As I say, the Duchess clearly has very exotic tastes.

'The Duchess wants me to be hers,' said Smythe eventually, looking sheepish.

'And does that appeal to you?' I asked.

He seemed reluctant to answer but eventually said, 'I would be her favourite, My Lady. I would not have to work and I would be given everything I desired.'

'Well, I think you should consider her offer,' said I, thinking I would maybe demand Jenson in return. 'And rest assured that you will go with my blessing. And that if you should ever change your mind, you would always been welcome here. Is that not correct, Bentley?'

'Yes, My Lady. This is a very good boy and he would always be considered an asset to the FitzWilliam household. I am sure we can always find a good use for him if his sojourn with the Duchess came to an end.'

And so with my blessing -- and that of Bentley -- Smythe went to rest after his 24-hour ordeal at the hands -- and clearly teeth -- of the Duchess. Bentley flopped on the bed beside me, his fingers immediately at my sex. 'I think you should drain him before you send him to the Duchess,' he smiled.

'And how would you feel, Bentley, if in return I asked for Jenson to come and be part of my household?'

He smiled. 'One mistress, two butlers... As long as I am the favourite.'

I put my arms around him and held his clothed form close to my naked body, feeling the urgency of his penis inside the breeches against me. 'Bentley, I think you are quite aware of my feelings about you...'

The next day I received a letter from the Duchess. 'My dear Lady FitzWilliam,' it began, 'you cannot conceive the depths of misery I am in as I write to you. I fear I have fallen in love more passionately than any woman ever has. The time I spent with my darling Smythe is etched upon my heart and I find I cannot live another moment without him. Please consider alleviating the pain of a woman who holds you so dear and deliver him to me to be mine. I swear to you, the boy will want for nothing and will be a princeling in my heart and in my household. Accede to this and you may have whatever is within my power to give you. Please answer at your earliest convenience. Yours etc.'

Well. So it was true. I knew that the Duchess was smitten with our little Smythe but I had no idea he had taken such power over her as this. Of course she must have him. And of course the price would be Jenson. And of course, I would drain him before I released him.

It was with these thoughts on my mind -- and with a return letter dispatched to the Duchess as quickly as my hand could compose it -- that Bentley asked if I would be open to him surprising me. Bearing in mind that all of Bentley's surprises to me have been delicious, I acceded. I was to be ready to take my Barouche at 11 of the clock in the morning.

As the Barouche was brought round, Bentley, as attentive as ever brought my parasol and my bonnet and was ready to hand me into the carriage. 'I understand it is not seemly,' he said as he helped me in, 'but I would like to travel inside with my lady today as part of the surprise.'

Unseemly indeed it was but how can I refuse my handsome Bentley anything when he requests it, especially if it means I might travel wither he was taking me with a hand on his beautiful member. And so we travelled for quite some time until we were in the district of Chiswick, outside of London proper. As we rolled through the sweet little streets, I wondered what this surprise of Bentley's could possibly be. And then we arrived at some grand gates to an estate, which were opened for us as if by prior arrangement.

The carriage drew up outside a grand house of Palladian frontage, whereupon Bentley handed me out of the carriage and proceeded to walk me around the grounds. I was all bemusement. When we had arrived at a picturesque lake, the likes of which had been described to me by one of the ladies at one of the lunches, I turned to Bentley and said, 'But why have you brought me here, dear Bentley? This is surely the house of Lord Bent...ley.'