Lady Fitzwilliam 6. the Fucing

This morning I have hastened to my writing desk as I have so much to recount of yesterday's visit and its aftermath. You have already heard of my encounter with the young Lord, of our banter, our flirtation and of his spilling his seed direct into my hungry mouth. Well, the mood of our interaction became quite cordial after that.

Once the beautiful young man had put his clothes back on, an act I witnessed not without another stirring -- well, he is such a beauty so to see him bend naked to pick up his clothes could not but excite me -- he sat in lounging fashion in the chair before me and, while Sarah returned to her corner to pretend to sew, we parlayed.

'So, was that your first encounter of this kind?' I asked of the sucking of his penis.

'Yes, my lady,' he said with a cocky smile. 'But I hope it will not be the last. May I make a confession to you, my lady?'

'Please feel free to speak,' I said, intrigued.

'I know my mother would like nothing better than for me to be connected to my lady by marriage,' he said. I conceded I thought this to be true. 'Despite the difference in age between myself and my lady,' he continued, adding that he hoped I didn't think he was being impolite.

'Not at all,' I replied. 'There must be more than forty years between us.'

'Well, I would like to one day have a family and so my sights are on a marriage with someone more equal in age to myself,' he went on, looking around the splendours of my salon and out on the rolling landscape that he was giving up with this admission.

'And may I make a confession to you, my Lord?' said I with a smirk.

'Please...'

'I have no ambition to marry yourself nor anyone else,' I told him. 'I have had one husband, which I think is more than enough and have absolutely no intention of squandering my liberty even on a husband as young and attractive as yourself. I am intent on keeping my freedom, my money and my power close to me and do not intend to fritter it away on marriage.'

He laughed, delighted by this. 'Then what say you to a little deception when it comes to my mother?'

I was delighted by the concept.

'If we make it seem that a marriage between us is at least being worked upon, I may come and see you as often as I like -- as we both like -- without raising the least suspicion. She will actively encourage my visits on the assumption that they are leading in the direction of a connection. And we can spend our time... as we have just spent it this hour.'

I was delighted by the idea and told him that whenever he needed to relieve himself of the weight of his young sperm, there would always be a welcome mouth and hands waiting for him at Heaton.

'And may I also ask something else of my lady?' said the saucy nineteen-year-old as he lounged back in his chair looking at me directly. I gave a nod of assent. 'It has never been my pleasure to see a lady in any form of nakedness,' he confessed. 'And I would dearly like to start my career with some knowledge of what lies in my future.'

The young man wanted to see my sex! How charming! But I thought I would toy with him a while before I gave into his demands.

'Please make yourself more clear, my Lord,' I said, feigning misunderstanding.

'I would like to see what lies beneath that muslin,' he said, which I found charmingly direct. I acted surprised but I was delighted.

'Oh, I see,' I answered. 'And as you have shared your most private parts with me -- with us! -- most generously, I can see no reason why I should not be equally giving. Do you, Sarah?'

'Oh, no, my lady,' she answered immediately... So she had been listening as I suspected.

And so, looking this handsome young man directly in the eye, I began to raise the hem of my muslin dress, thanking providence that the fashion of the day made such a revelation easy. I raised the hem first to my knees to allow the young man to admire my ankles and my calves, then to my thighs so he could take in the fine turn of my knees and the tops of my stockings and then to my waist. But I was teasing knowing full well that from where he was sitting, with my thighs tight together even without the hindrance of undergarments, there was little for him to see.

He pursed his lips as if to say, 'Please don't be cruel', at which I smiled and slowly began to open my legs. His eyes were fixed on me, colour rising to his face, until I sat thighs wide apart my naked, shaven quim directed straight at him. It was as if his eyes could not take in the sight of it as he gazed ferociously, almost transfixed. I saw him readjusting himself in his breeches: it may only have been a few minutes since he released his seed into me, but he was clearly ready to be aroused again.

'May I dare to... touch it?' he asked. I nodded assent at which he hooked the leg of my chair with his foot and drew me to him. When we were almost knee to knee, he reached out and I felt a finger on the lips of my sex, an electric touch that made me shudder and release a little lubrication.

'Please guide me,' he said, his eyes fixed on his finger touching me. And so I took his hand and guided it up and down my slit, introducing his finger to the nub that gave me such pleasure, which he learned to pinch lightly to excite me, and finally to the hole itself. As I felt his middle finger enter me, I gasped and made him smile.

'Tell me, my lady,' he said as he explored my intimate space with his finger, 'are all quims as divine as my lady's?'

'I have no idea,' I told him. 'Shall we find out? Sarah...'

'Yes, my lady.'

'Please remove your undergarments and meet us at the tea table.'

'Yes, my lady,' she replied and from the corner of my eye I discerned a fussing with her attire before she drew a chair to sit beside me.

'This young man has a certain curiosity on the subject of women's anatomy and as he has been so free with sharing his own with us, I thought it only fair that we should return the service.'

'Of course, my lady,' said Sarah with a sensual smile as she too raised her hem first to her knees and then to her waist. I watched the young man as he looked down between Sarah's legs then back to the same place on my person where his finger was still exploring.

'So, not all women are smooth like my lady down there,' he said.

'I am particular to keep myself smooth,' I replied, 'but women must be mistresses of their own sex and keep them in such a fashion as they please.'

With his eyes he asked permission to touch Sarah down there and, having assented, I heard her moan as the first man of her life pressed his fingers against her sex.

'Without rudeness,' said the young man, 'my lady has a stickiness to her that I am not finding in her maid.'

'Use the butter from the tea table,' I told him, whereupon he turned slightly, plunged his fingers into the half-melted butter and returned to Sarah's sex. This time she really moaned as he smeared her with greasy fingers and pinched lightly -- as she told me later -- on her nub.

We were thus engaged -- sitting open-thighed while a handsome young man with a prodigious bulge in his breeches fingered us enthusiastically -- when I heard the theatrically loud voice of Bentley, clearly speaking in order to warn us that he was returning with the ladies. We promptly pulled our hems back down and our chairs back to the table so that when they came in we could stand and greet them.

The young Lord Duneaton was wiping his fingers on a napkin as his mamma and sister rejoined us, explaining that he had been sampling 'fancies' -- he meant them to understand the little cakes that were remaining on the cake stand -- and had made rather a mess of himself. We exchanged a saucy smile at that explanation.

The ladies having seen their horses and my lord having seen and felt our sex, it was agreed that the time was ideal for closing the visit with many promises of similar visits in the future.

'And if my lord would like to come and ride my horses, he only has to let Bentley know and that can be arranged,' I added to the obvious pleasure of Sophie, who clearly thought this spoke of an arrangement that may end in the securing of a marriage, which she clearly thought would last a few years until my death, succeeded by the inheritance of a great fortune and second marriage for her son.

Bentley, magician that he is, looked at me in full knowledge of what had come to pass in this very room while he had been distracting Sophie and Minette, and smiled his beautiful smile before leading the ladies to the door and out to their carriage. As he reached the door, the last of his party, the young Lord turned, clutched a sizeable bulge in his breeches and winked at me before leaving. I waved at them from my steps until they had made their way halfway down the avenue then returned to the salon to see Sarah.

'Oh, my lady,' she said as soon as I spied her, the sewing completely abandoned. 'The touch of that young man's fingers was... divine. I think I shall remember the sensation all my life.'

'It was delicious, was it not?' I agreed. 'And such a beautiful boy...'

'Though his manhood was not that of a boy,' she added. 'But exceedingly beautiful I must own.'

She then begged her leave to return to her rooms, no doubt to rinse the butter from her private parts... or perhaps to churn it a little more down there. No matter. I waited for Bentley to return, fingering the remains of the fancies that had been abandoned on my tea table.

Presently, Bentley appeared at the door and asked my leave to enter. Ringing the bell, he summoned the kitchen boys to come and clear the table, which they did, giving me something to admire in their beautifully packed breeches as they worked. When they had finished, Bentley asked me if there was anything else he could do for me.

'I think I may retire to my room,' I told him.

'Yes, my lady. Is there anything you require?'

'Why don't you join me so that we can discuss today's visit?'

'Certainly, my lady,' he said and moving aside to allow my exit, followed me upstairs to my chamber. It was not late but the excitement of the day had fair worn me out and I was ready to recline. Reaching my room, I asked him to wait for ten minutes and then enter. In that time, I changed into my night garments and freshened myself with the rose-scented water that had been left in the bowl on my dressing table. I then arranged myself in my bed and waited for Bentley to enter, which he did immediately the ten minutes had elapsed.

'Sit in that chair there,' I said, pointing to somewhere I could see him without turning my neck. He complied and enquired as to how my meeting with the young Lord had gone. I recounted the afternoon's events, not leaving any detail unexplained, and noticed a certain swelling in his breeches as I elaborated on the sucking of the young man's cock and of the double fingering. Bentley fidgeted to readjust himself in his breeches and when he had settled I had a superb view of this handsome young man, lit by the golden light flowing in through my window, his hard penis in his breeches entirely visible for my pleasure.

'And what of the ladies?' I enquired as I came to the end of my narrative.

'I think I showed those ladies some of the attractions of Heaton,' he said with a saucy smile.

'Please tell me,' I entreated, sipping at a glass of wine by my bedside as I settled to enjoy his recounting.

'The ladies seemed quite excited to see my lady's new horses,' he said, 'but I think I excited them beyond what they were expecting. I had, you see, my lady, arranged for Daniel and Erikson to be accidentally working in the stable yard by the time we arrived.'

I sipped my wine, already embroiled in the story that was about to unfold.

'As I showed the ladies the horses, I engineered it so that Daniel and Erikson were working behind me, so as I demonstrated the ladies the horses, they would be able to see the young men over my shoulder. At first, they were instructed to simply lift things or sweep the yard, then, I had told them, remove your shirts after five minutes as if to work better in the warm afternoon without the encumbrance of those garments. They apparently complied as I saw the ladies' eyes wandering from me and the horse to something they had spied over my shoulder.'

This story was so delicious I feared it must be bad for my figure and I was eager for it to continue.

'I had also told the boys that after seven or so minutes, by their judgement, they should "finish" work and go to the water pump. Whereupon, feigning to think they were unseen, they should slowly remove their shoes and then their breeches until quite naked...'

'Go on,' I entreated.

'By the look on the ladies' faces, I could read when that moment had arrived. Their skin coloured and I saw a secret look between them as if they were spying on something unbeknownst to me or to the two lads. I could hear the water splashing and knew that Daniel and Erikson were now washing themselves, displaying their bodies -- and you know how much Daniel has to display -- maybe helping each other wash their backs so that the ladies had a full picture of those two beautiful young men. I imagine they are the first naked men the Lady Minette has seen in her life so I fear she stands to be very disappointed when she marries if she thinks all men are built like Daniel.'

I laughed but was excited at the idea of my beautiful young men displaying their beauty for these stuffy women who had clearly been equally excited to see them.

'I allowed this to go on for a few minutes then feigned to notice that the ladies were looking over my shoulder, turned, and seeing the young men -- they were both in a state of semi-excitement, my lady. Well, my lady knows how it pleases them to be observed from her own experience - remonstrated with them, in a way that had been agreed between us aforetime.'

'Excellent boys!'

'They took up their garments, my lady, and barely covering their modesty came past me and the ladies in order to return to their quarters. The ladies, I could not help but notice, were in a state of extreme fluster at the sight of these beautiful bodies moving in proximity to them. "I am so sorry, my ladies," said I to them, all feigned embarrassment. "These boys have no sense of modesty." At which the elder lady said, "Think nothing of it. Boys will be boys." I would not be surprised, my lady, if her visits to the stables at Heaton were more frequent now that she knows how free those young men are with their bodies.'

And we both laughed at the tale of the ruining of Minette. I made a note in my mind that the next time I came across Daniel and Erikson, I should thank them for their performance, and maybe reward them in some way.

'So you don't think the young men mind being instructed in this way?' I asked Bentley, seeking reassurance that I was not a bad mistress.

'In no way, my lady,' he answered without a moment's thought. 'Like myself, they enjoy the appreciation of ladies and are excited by it. They are grateful to my lady that such attention is lavished upon them in this household. I know they would do anything for my lady. But then I think my lady is aware of that.'

I smiled at him. 'So you enjoy the attention also, do you, Bentley?'

'Yes, my lady,' he answered. 'I find it stimulating.'

'And would you like some of that attention right now, Bentley?' I asked, a smirk on my face.

'Such attention is always welcome, my lady,' he said, smiling back.

'Then stand and remove your clothing. But slowly. I want to savour it with maximum attention.'

He stood and locking eyes with me began to remove his jacket, his waistcoat, his shoes, his shirt and, finally, his breeches, standing before me in all his beauty in just the stockings that went over his knees. And what a sight it presented. His beautiful hairy chest, over which his handsome face smiled. The line of hair that pointed one towards his heavy penis and the balls that sat beneath it.

'Approach me, Bentley.'

He came to the side of the bed in which I was laying and let me appreciate him at close quarters. I could feel a melting between my legs as I reached out, touched his buttocks, then his balls, then his member, which was already growing.

'Can you be discreet, Bentley?' I asked, knowing already the answer.

'Yes, my lady,' he replied, simply, sincerely. 'Discretion is my very nature.'

And I pulled back the sheet that was covering me. 'Then get into bed with me.'

Even the worldly Bentley looked surprised at this invitation from a lady of quality. And from a lady of my years, old enough to easily be his mother if not his grandmother. But if he was surprised, he was not reluctant, sitting immediately on the edge of the bed and then swinging his legs in.

'Lie comfortably,' I entreated him at which he placed his head on my pillow looking at the ceiling, like a virgin on her wedding night, I thought to myself. I reached out to him, placed my hand on his chest, enjoyed the feeling of the hair. Then I moved my hand down to his belly. Then further until I was toying with the hair around his member, a member which had, by now, grown enough to be lying atop my hand.

And as he lay motionless in my bed, I re-explored this territory already well explored. I cupped his testicles, felt beneath them for the hard ridge between his legs, felt the hard girth of his manhood, squeezed it, moved my hand upwards until it met the shapely helmet, already leaking copious amounts of syrup. I took some of that nectar onto my hands and started to circle it on the head of this exquisite young man's penis. He groaned lightly, his eyes tight shut.

With his member in my control in this way, I leant towards him and, my breasts on his chest, kissed him. He kissed me back, pushing his tongue into my mouth, one hand reaching behind my head to draw it towards him as his penis throbbed in my hand, leaking honey over it. I took some of that magical mixture and reaching down as my mouth devoured his muscular tongue, I opened his thighs, reached under his balls and found his hole, circling it with my lubricated finger. The groans grew, his tongue more urgent in my mouth. I felt his thighs open wider, inviting my fingers to explore. They needed no invitation and went from circling that secret ring to invading it. His head threw itself back, disconnecting it from my lips. 'Oh, my lady... That feeling is divine.'

'Now I want you on all fours, like one of your stallions,' I demanded with Bentley immediately turning himself over and doing as instructed. I pulled the sheet from him and beheld this beautiful young man, his hands and his knees on my finest white linen sheets. I went towards his feet. Squeezed them. Such beautiful feet but the real beauty lay ahead: buttocks that were firm and meaty, equally strong thighs and the expanse of Bentley's back.

Kneeling behind him to absorb this view, I pushed his feet further apart with my knees so that he was splayed before me, his balls visible between his legs, the hard ridge underneath him almost throbbing as I examined it, ran my finger along that seam that led to the delicate pink of his anus. I reached forward my finger, which I had coated in saliva, and circled it again, receiving the now familiar moans from my butler.

Adding the syrup that was dripping from the penis that was so hard it was parallel to his furry belly, I entered the tip of my slippery finger into the hole displayed before me. I felt a tightening around my finger but pushed further until it was all the way in. For me there was a warmth, an intimacy, almost a violation but for him there seemed to be the most exquisite of sensations as he moaned in a way I had never heard before. I wriggled my finger within him eliciting more of the same.

Conscious of the effect my finger had had, I withdrew it intending to replace it with my tongue, doing to Bentley's rose what he had done to my sex in terms of licking and stimulating it. I started with a broad lick at which my beauty shuddered and bethought to myself how strange that a lady of my age and standing should be receiving so much pleasure from having her face between the buttocks of a young working man.