Lady Denisa now had black lovers from three generations of the same family. The oldest at seventy was the most sexually accomplished. His son aged 39 was a crippled war hero who Denisa helped to relieve his sexual frustrations. Her favourite still though was Kenny at eighteen the son and grandson of the other two. He had been her regular lover at the airbase and now was employed by her as her driver and black toy boy.
It was 1946 and the war with the Nazis had just finished. Lord Henry her husband had also admitted his adultery with a black girl who'd had his child while he was stationed in Africa. He was away trying to bring his black girlfriend and their child back to England.
While her husband was away Denisa was enjoying the summer sunshine and her young lovers black body. However they had been watched having sex by an old lady in tweeds. Denisa couldn't get this woman out of her mind as something seemed wrong about the woman.
What it was she wasn't sure but it was preying on her mind. The ladies attire seemed incongruous with her actions. A woman wearing tweeds wasn't normal around here. Because of the war the average housewife wore faded clothing of very inferior quality.
So to wear clothing made from the expensive Harris Tweed indicated a 'lady' from a well of family. But Lady Denisa thought she knew every one of the upper class females locally and she didn't recognise her.
Mind you Denisa had been fucking her young black lover at the time so was somewhat preoccupied. She would have imagined a woman of her breeding and age would have been outraged at their public sexual exhibitionism. Either she'd run away and report them or perhaps faint with shock.
But faced with an older Lady fucking a young black lad with a huge ten-inch cock right in front of her. This old woman didn't retreat or even hide but stood in the open rubbing her pussy below her skirt in time with the rutting pairs thrusts.
At home again I couldn't get the woman in her tweed skirt out of my mind. With the older woman presence I'd cum the most I'd done to date. Was it my latent exhibitionism or the tweed skirted implied conservatism of the woman that had made it so erotic.
Kenny was taking me out driving again a few days later when I spotted the older tweed skirted lady. She was bicycling down the same county lane where she'd watched me fucking my black lover previously.
The woman was on a sit up and beg black cycle that was normal in 1946 and as we neared Kenny tooted the Rolls Royce's horn. This startled the lady who swerved, hit a tree and fell off. I told Kenny to stop and we both got out to see if she was all right. Her front wheel was buckled so I had no alternative but to offer her a lift, which she accepted gratefully.
It seemed strange to be sharing my car with the woman who'd been our voyeur only a few days previously. The woman was at least seventy and spoke with a high-class accent. She wore the severe beige tweed skirt and waistcoat over a thick cotton blouse. When she'd fallen off her skirt had rucked up and I noticed she was wearing pink passion killer draws that extended to her knees.
With draws like that it seemed incongruous that a woman of her age and obvious breeding would masturbate herself while watching a middle aged woman fucking a eighteen year old black man. The woman's hands were slim and manicured quite obviously not used for manual work.
Despite all this the woman seemed mesmerized by the back of Kenny my young black driver. As she looked at him she licked her lips in admiration of his swarthy appearance. Surprisingly Kenny was having trouble watching the road, as he seemed to be trying to catch glimpses of this very mature woman in his rear view mirror.
I was fascinated by this enigma, so invited her to participate in our picnic and told her we'd give her a lift home afterwards.
While Kenny set out the picnic the Lady introduced herself as Lady Coletta she said she was the sister of a Duchess. She told me she owed us an explanation for her behaviour a few days previously.
She said, " When I was eighteen I stowed away on a liner going to Africa. I wanted to be with my brother in law the Duke. When I confronted him he paid my fare but as there were no free cabins I had to share his suite. My sister the duchess had declined to go along and as I'd fancied him I was determined to take her place.
Unfortunately he was the perfect gentleman and kept his distance from me. So I took matters into my own hands. While he slept I crawled naked into his bunk woke him with a blowjob then mounted his cock. From then on he fucked me every day of the voyage.
Before we arrived at our destination he'd got me pregnant. As the aristocratic gentleman that he was he said I'd be provided for. He arranged to give me a large house and a substantial private income. He also had our child brought up as if it was my sisters his wife. As my sister was baron this made my child his heir.
While trawling Africa for rare plants we came across a tribe who lived completely naked. On afternoon there was a lot of excitement from the naked womenfolk. Curious I watched to find the cause it was a hunter returning with a deer.
But it was his naked genitalia that caught my and all the woman's eyes. Even flaccid his cock was over a foot long and his balls were the size of greatfruits. I wanted to see how long his cock was when hard. In fact I'd also have liked to feel the big black pole in my pussy. Though I knew this couldn't be or the Duke would cancel my fanatical arrangements.
