He didn't ask, of course. He simply came to her in the middle of the night. She wasn't that surprised either, which was why she had left the bedroom door unlocked. His silhouette was visible in the moonlight from the uncovered window as he approached the bed. Her eyes adjusted to the limited light as she raised her head from the pillow.
Lady Penelope Ward-Williamson had been sleeping lightly in the Queen sized bed under a single sheet. The window was open and a light breeze cooled her naked body. He silently turned back the sheet and gazed upon the pale flesh of her curvaceous figure. Penny lay on one side, her soft skin rustling on the white linen. A subtle curve flowed down from
"I knew you'd come," she said as she focused on his superb erection that poked out from his groin at a jaunty angle.
The aristocratic blonde sighed contently as he tore the sheet from the bed and cast it onto the carpet underfoot. He sat on one side and looked down as she spread her legs out, giving him a full view of her honeyed bush. Cupping her left breast he joined her on the bed, and she sighed at the initial physical touch and licked her dry lips.
She saw his jaw clench as he bent down to take her left nipple between hard teeth. As she snapped her head back, he moved back and forth between her titanic tits, sharing each globe equally. He appeared to like both boobs as he pushed them together to make one big tit so he could bury his face in the flesh tunnel he created.
"Fuck me," she told him in that educated voice that was like mercury pouring over the silver spoon she had been born with.
He moved between her splayed legs and duly thrust into her pussy. Penny gasped as his thick pole stretched her out. Her arms came up around his upper back as he immediately began pumping in and out of her. Just as aroused as he, she bucked up into him willingly. Her blue-grey eyes concentrated on his face as they came nose to nose.
They didn't kiss but rather they nuzzled cheeks as the seductive beauty writhed under him. With youth comes tenacity coupled with a rash urgency, and In a trice, the twenty-year-old had Penny pinned to the bed as he pushed into her again and again with force. Even if she wished to protest, she was loving the fuck too much to bother.
"Fuck me, fuck me!"
The young fellow showed no signs of being about to tire. For a moment she wondered how long he had been in her, but there was no way for her to guess. Sweat dripped from his face and soaked the skin of her massive rack as he moved over her body. Penny looked down and watched his driving cock that changed from pink to dark as the shadows played out odd shades in the darkened room. She held onto him with both hands as their hip bones collided and her bum lifted clear off the bed.
"Do it, do it. Cum for me!"
He huffed and puffed and exploded inside her. There was no sound in the room, although Penny fancied she could hear the gush, gush, gush of his cum flooding her cunt. For minutes, they remained locked together, glued at the groin. Finally, he left, silently leaving a rather ragged-looking busty blonde staring up at the ceiling. The grateful MILF closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, more satisfied than she had been in quite a while.
"What a glorious fuck!" she sighed.
x
"So, Michael fucked you? I'm not all surprised. When I told him you were coming, he was quite interested. Honestly, my new toy boy is younger than me by thirty years. AND he's hotter than the sun. He's always horny, cheeky, and spontaneous. In the last four months, we've shagged as much as possible, and I've gone through so many pairs of knickers I've lost count. It's a struggle to keep up with him, so I need to share him with you. You'll love him. He's well-endowed and does things that send me to heaven."
Lady Penelope looked at one of her best friends and sipped Earl Grey tea from her bone China cup. Her hostess, Baroness Priya Anjali, and the Baron resided in a remote country abode in the Royal Leamington Spa, in the West Midlands. Set on a twelve-acre plot of land, the Georgian mansion was thought to cost around £1.5 million, boasting an ornamental lake and a recently built pool on the property.
Both were aged fifty now and both had raised children and since been widowed. Priya had grown up in a family of Indian immigrants living in Yorkshire and had married well. She had been the second born in a family of six daughters, and the very fit and active lady had acquired a more than curious interest in the male of the species at an early age. They had first met at the tender age of sixteen when they had been sent by their parents to the all-girl boarding school in Rodean Village. They had gotten along splendidly and had remained close friends ever since.
"Tell me more."
They were seated in the garden of the mansion and were enjoying the sudden change in the weather. When Priya had called Penny to invite her up for a visit, she had taken one look out of the window at the heavy rain falling from the Surrey sky and had accepted with alacrity.
Penny had arrived late the previous evening having been driven up by her chauffeur. By the time she had arrived, it was dark and Priya and she had the briefest of greetings. The female from Mangalore had just enough time to tell of her other guest, the young Michael Haversham, a nephew of one of her colleagues in the House of Lords.
"I was thinking about the ultimate sexual experience and I guess that I would have to say it must be with three men at the same time. But I've never gone that far yet."
Priya poured herself another cup.
"I could satisfy three men easily," said Penny with some pride.
"I bet you could too."
There was something about Lady Penelope that made her a desirable MILF. One you would love to ravish all night, and that was her all-natural qualities. Natural elegance, natural horniness, and, most important of all, big natural tits. Penny had those DD-sized boobs that bounced and swayed in perfect jubilance when she rode a stiff cock. She filled out all of her expensive attire very nicely, and even at age fifty, she turned most heads in her direction.
Just shy of six feet, the esteemed blonde had runway legs. Long, lithe, toned, and pale. Her hips had those curves perfect for gripping a lady from behind as she was slammed into doggy-style. Together with a nice midriff and heart-shaped bottom, Her Ladyship cut a fine figure.
Bored with the tedious life among the elite social circles, she had gladly yielded to this new era of debauchery. Her Ladyship had been transformed into the quintessential, self-serving, no-holds-barred, nympho. Eager always for hot, steamy sex with no strings.
"It's true, I tell you."
They both broke out into giggles and as Penny shielded herself from the bright morning sun, she noted the outline of a man with a shimmering halo.
"Lady Penelope, I presume."
He bent over the table and took her hand.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," he said with an award-winning smile.
Priya had good taste in men, thought she. The young man was truly an Adonis. He wore his luxurious mane of brown hair long so that it sat on his shoulders. He stood just over six feet tall with a lean look and a nice tan, that glistened in the sunlight. Penny was certain that he had dozens of hungry female eyes following him everywhere he went.
"The pleasure is all mine, trust me."
"Ha! You got me."
"No, you got me. Remember?"
Michael kissed Priya on the cheek and turned to leave.
"I'll leave you two alone, and I'll see you both later."
"Come, Penny. We'll have a little siesta, and then I'll show you some of my new lingerie. Michael loves it when I dress up."
x
At only five feet five, Priya had a beautiful olive-toned complexion with a voluptuous little body that curved in and out from the flow of her plump buttocks to her small waist. She had a fairly flat belly and full and rounded breasts. In front of Penelope, she slipped into a black satin corset trimmed in lace. The outfit gave the mature Indian woman a surge of confidence, which was always the case when she wore skimpy lace and smooth satin.
Her legs were sheathed with gossamer sheer black stockings and she wore French satin high-heeled pumps with thin ankle straps. The sheer see-through panties displayed her dark brown bush beneath. She had drawn her sleek black hair back into a ponytail, although one or two loose strands fell across her oval face.
Penny went with fishnet stockings that led up her legs to her thick thighs. The high-waisted black underwear showed off her wide hips, giving her a pinup feel of a thirties glamour model. Her black satin corset barely contained her full breasts, the material just covering the essentials.
The lace-trimmed cups sat just above the nipple. The padding was perfectly positioned and helped push up her ample bosom, giving her cleavage a deep chasm. The black thong might well have been discarded for all the use it was as it ran thinly up her pussy slit and neglected to cover her bottom cheeks. She had on a pair of five-inch black sandals with straps that wound up her shapely calves.
"You look good in black."
"We both do, dahling. and sexy as fuck."
"Then let's go get laid."
According to the adage, there's many a tune to be played on an old fiddle. There must be something to it, as Michael certainly had the hots for Baroness Priya and Lady Penelope. They supposed it must have been the older, more experienced type that attracted him. Either that or it was their wealth and big tits.
"You've such a beautiful cock," sighed the Baroness as she eyed up the very naked and very erect Michael on the bed of his room.
In fact, the boudoir was quite feminine, with the deep rose carpet rolled out to the four walls. Over the single window hung curtains, falling in cascades of rich raw silk. Penny allowed her friend to take the lead. She sat in an easy chair on the left side of the bed, enjoying the feel of her stockings as she crossed her long legs. She put her index finger on her cheek as she watched Priya kneel on the bed and take his superb organ in her hand.
How sweet, though Penny as her friend positioned herself in such a manner that her raised posterior pointed in her direction. Craning her neck, Penny saw Priya's lips and mouth paint his length from root to tip in saliva, until his tall rod gleamed in the lamplight. The horny Indian sat up opened her sheer panties to uncover her wet snatch and sat on the young man's lap.
"Sit on it," he said as he held her hefty rear end in both hands.
"It would be my pleasure," she replied as she lined up his shiny helmet to her wet slit.
With a contented sigh, Priya descended slowly, wallowing in the sublime sense of having her cunt filled with dick. When he was all in, the Baroness rested her rump on his lap, before beginning to move up and down on him. The blissed-out expression on her face reminded Penny of her expression the night before.
Michael gripped her wide hips and she began to grind on him with a certain persistence. She leaned over to kiss, thereby crushing her big tits into the tight-fitting satin corset. Her nimble fingers ran through his shoulder-length tousled hair and brushed his face.
"Oh, my! I just love fucking young men. So invigorating, don't you know?"
Lady Penelope did know and eagerly awaited her turn as she leered at the twenty-year-old stud who clutched the older woman's hips and drove upwards, hard and sure, into her moist depths. She rode the blissful waves of his robust thrusting and threw her head back in a state of absolute bliss.
She knew Lady Penelope was enjoying the view, and she smiled smugly as she hogged the well-hung youth. Priya's juices were lubricating his cock to the point that she was able to slam down hard on him to the hilt. Over and over she rammed into him, sending her sweat-soaked body sliding across his groin and upper thighs. The stocking on her right leg tore at the knee, and her panties were soaked. The springs of the bed squeaked with her very thrust, and her large bosom swayed enticingly in her black corset.
"Yes, oh, yes!"
Priya squeezed her fleshy thighs together and her head dropped forwards as she climaxed. She stiffened and groaned as he remained embedded in her throbbing cunt. She fell onto her lover's hairless chest and kissed him passionately. Finally, she rolled off next to him and rested her head on his chest.
"See what I mean, dahling? I simply can't keep pace with him. The adorable thing."
Lady Penelope stood up tall and reached between her legs and dragged the useless thong from her golden pubed snatch. Her eyes were glued to Michael's upstanding pole that shine from Priya's cum. Despite his obvious prowess with the ladies, he had that inscrutable look on his face and gave out the innocent boy next door look. She walked to the bed, her fishnet stockings whispering as her thighs met. Her pussy was nice and moist as she joined the pair of them on the bed.
"I can't wait to watch you fuck him."
Penny and Priya gave each other a sly grin as they watched Michael rise from the bed. The blonde MILF felt the weight of the tall fellow press against hers as she lay back on the bed. Both he and Priya guided her legs open and Penny gave a gasp and a shudder as she felts the smooth head of Michael's cock lightly brush her wet labia.
"I'm going to enjoy this," she purred as his slow penetration sent an erotic charge through her body.
"Me too!"
Michael was elated. He viewed himself as a sex aid. An available male who serviced a stream of older females who had been deprived of regular sex. Without his kind services, those in question may have lived sadder lives. Both scantily clad ladies laughed as Penny placed her arms around his neck and inhaled deeply. As he pushed in all the way, Penny's lithe legs flew straight up until the toes of her high heels pointed to the ceiling.
The youth stared down, taking in the full bosom of the older blonde as they strained in the confines of her corset. He had always had a thing about mature women in lingerie and leather, ever since he had accidentally walked in on his mother having sex in thigh-high boots.
That memory spurred him on even now as he picked up the pace and thrust back and forth with gusto. She allowed herself to be swept away by his youthful passion and Her Ladyship thrashed underneath him, her heart pounding and her pussy throbbing.
"Oh god, you're filling me up! Keep going, lover. Keep going!"
Just hugging his athletic young body was all it needed to get her juices flowing. And when he reached down to lick her nipples, she cooed in delight. He had a way of pushing in an upward direction that made his dick thrust up at an angle and rub her inner cunt walls perfectly.
He held her tight to his smooth body, feeling her satin corset against his chest. Her long legs came up and he caressed her fishnet stockings. Penny's cunt leaked a stream of love honey, as she welcomed the desires and emotions in her being. depths. His balls grumbled with a growing need as her pussy muscles milked his cock.
"I need a minute," he said and pulled back reluctantly.
Michael lay on his back and gripped his cock at the base until his urge to ejaculate passed. Penny flung one stocking-clad leg over his thigh as she took his rod of iron and sucked on the juicy flesh. Priya knelt behind Penny and squeezed her tits as the blonde bobbed her head up and down on her lover's cock.
The Baroness pushed her hand forward hard, ramming his cock straight down Penny's throat. Priya then crawled over and began to lick Michael's balls from behind. Both tongues of the older ladies pleasured him orally for a couple more minutes until he felt confident about resuming.
"How about like this?"
Her Ladyship teased the young stud by turning away from him and bending down, making sure he got an eyeful of her weeping golden-covered muff. She widened her legs so that her spike heels pointed directly at his groin, letting the lips of her beguiling pussy peek through.
"That is a sight for sore eyes, Milady," he told her truthfully as he stroked his member.
"Very glad to hear it."
Looking straight ahead, the wanton vixen felt the stud rub his cock head up and down her wet slit. He teased her for a few moments then he positioned himself at her entrance and pushed inside.
"Oh, my!"
With one more shove, he buried most of his cock back within her. Michael shifted on his knees and fucked her with released her hefty jugs from the top of the figure-hugging lingerie. As he squeezed her right tit, the renowned gentlewoman growled with satisfaction.
"Michael. Michael. I want to ride you. Let me ride you."
He relented and left her with a gaping fuck hole. Lady Penelope showed Michael her back as she straddled him reverse cowgirl. She reached down and raised his yummy cock and rubbed the tip on her clitoris.
"Oh, god! That is so good!"
Steadying herself on her knees, she put him to her pussy entrance and braced herself. With her left hand on his taut thigh, her right flew up as she lowered herself, sinking inch by inch onto his thick shaft. For a moment she held herself motionless and looked at the jealous face of the Baroness next to them. Penny shifted slightly and her thighs clutched his. Michael groaned loudly. Not just from the initial penetration, but also from the superb feel of her fishnet stockings on his skin.
"Fuck him, Pen."
The stacked blonde moaned as she rode his big dick, shunting herself to and fro in her reverie. With her experience and sexual expertise, she bumped up and down on him, rubbing her clitoris to intensify her pleasure.
"That's the way. Fuck him like a whore."
Lady Penelope was wild with desire as she rammed down on the younger man. She transformed into some crazed feline slut, hell-bent on draining his full balls. The mature blonde fucked him furiously and frantically, her hips rotating in manic circular motions. Her hair whipped about wildly as she shook her head as she came on his dick.
Michael still wasn't ready to cum. She still pushed down deeply on each stroke, and his hips moved up to meet her on each slam down. Michael then pulled out of Penny completely, causing her to gasp, and then sigh with the loss. He immediately moved back to the Baroness and lay flat on top of the plump Indian female. He inched his cock into her and soon began to build a steady pace, rising and falling in a quick tempo. Priya shrieked like a girl as he repositioned her on the bed and pushed her legs up higher toward her head.
"Weee!"
The wonderful slickness of her, her pussy gripping his hard length like a wet fist, made his balls scream for release.
Another few thrusts and she climaxed again, way too worn out to last any distance.
"Right. I want you to remove your corsets, My Ladies."
Both women complied and bared their pendulous bosoms gladly. Michael had them lie down, side by side, thigh to thigh, tit to tit. They wriggled and giggled as he jerked his dick until he ejaculated and sent huge arcs of cum that cleared their bodies and then fell in splatters across their undulating big tits. As he sighed and wrung his cock out, he watched the mature pair rub his goo into their ample boob flesh.
"Thank you, Michael. That was splendid."
"You're most welcome."
x
They all made love again the next day and then Michael made his excuses to leave. Lady Penelope used her free time to relax and organise her diary on her mobile phone. Several functions and events were coming up during the next month or so, and many people relied on her.
Lady Penelope was pleased to say that she and her friend had enjoyed a particularly naughty time of late. Not only had Her Ladyship done next to nothing to curb her ravenous sexual appetite, but she had seduced her friend's twin sons, (see chapter 2) and had played a part in the Baroness' galvanising threesome with her randy toy boy.
"Who on earth is that?"
As they walked together on Penny's final morning at the grand mansion of the Baroness, they chanced on a figure toiling away as he tended to the rhododendron bushes.
"That's Drummond. The gardener. What? You fancy him?"
Penny shrugged. The man was built like a brick shithouse with wiry ginger hair and big sideburns.
"So, you're still so horny that you want to have your way with the lower orders?"
"Just the one. Him."
While the raunchy blonde had one more day to kill, she thought why not quench her sexual desires with a virile man willing to push her buttons?
"Have you been reading 'Lady Chatterley's Lover' again?"
"Once in a while, one needs to have a bit of rough. It's similar to the Food Pyramid. You need vegetables and nuts in addition to caviar and red meat."
"Codswallop! What utter rot you do talk."
"Does he have a hut or something?"
"Come on then, if you really must. I'll show you."
It took a few minutes to arrive at the wooden hut that was partially hidden amongst a thicker section of the garden.
"I need to prepare the luncheon menu, so I shall leave you to it."
Priya took her leave and Penny steeled herself.
x
The bright sun pierced the green leaves, sending dancing patterns of light and shadow across the ground. The dirt path curved toward the line of trees Priya had indicated. Penny had to admit that making love in the great outdoors had a hint of naughtiness about it. The sheer thrill of the possibility of being caught made the whole thing very appealing to her. She had a flashback to the times she and her driver had it off on the back seat of her Rolls Royce motor car, or being fucked hard over the bonnet.
"My Lady? How may I help?"
Her Ladyship started as the gardener came up behind her.
"Oh, you made me jump."
The man unlocked the front door of the hut without a glance back and brushed past her, leaving the way open. Penny followed in his footsteps, hot on the trail of a big cock hunt. She entered cautiously and immediately wrinkled her nose.
The smell! Did the man bathe?
The sun tried its best to light the room, but the heavy veil of the curtains allowed for the barest minimum. She watched him pull off his bulky sweater and toss it to one side. He was bare-chested under it and her eyes lingered on his barrel chest with the ginger hair.
"Hello. And what the fook can I do you for?"
He spoke in a coarse Northern accent which did not endear him to Penny in the slightest.
"Mind your manners, my man. I was just passing by and thought I'd pop in and say how much I admire your expertise with the flowers."
"Bollocks! You've come here to have a bit of rough, just like all the other posh tarts the Baroness sends my way."
"Language! Do you know who you are addressing, Drummond?"
"You know my name then. And you are a snooty-nosed cow, desperate for some distraction. That being me."
With fury in her eyes, Penny watched him draw a bowl of water and fetch a towel. He shamelessly unbuckled his shabby trousers and let them sink into his boots. He stood there before her, making no effort to hide his nakedness. Penny duly froze and gawped.
He was tall, broad-shouldered, and had great bulging biceps. Her initial flush of embarrassment then changed into an aching want to have him. He tipped up the bowl of water and poured it over his head. With his eyes fixed on hers, he let the contents spill over his bulky frame. Penny held her breath as the water cascaded over his chest, splashing her in the process. His hair became plastered to his neck as he dripped onto the wooden floor. Was this meant to be some sort of come-on? If so, it meant he was aware of her designs on him.
"You may address me as Lady Penelope, or My Lady."
As she spoke, the insatiable noblewoman lowered her gaze to his enormous dick that hung dormant between his thighs like a length of pipe. Drops of water fell from the huge purple knob onto the floor by his steel toe-capped boots, and his forest of ginger pubes was moist and dappled. Even flaccid, it appeared to be bigger than any man she had ever seen. She trembled in excitement as he scooped up another bowl of water and poured it over his back, wiggling his solid backside like a puppy. The warmth in her cheeks (upper) had moved to her belly and loins.
"How about I call you Posh Totty? You stuck-up cunt."
She should have slapped him right there and then for his insolence. He was arrogant, to say the least. Self-assured, at the most.
"Why, you impertinent beast. How dare you address me as such."
"Your choice, Posh Totty. If you want to suck me off, I shall call you what the fook I want!"
Penny was now so close to the insolent oaf that his muskiness abused her nostrils.
"Do you make it a habit of spying on men bathing?"
"Do you make a habit of bathing in your living room with the front door open?"
It was no good. She was unable to hold back, she simply had to have him. He was much taller than she, and she had to tilt her chin up to respond to his intolerant manner. She pointed to his slowly rising manhood.
"I wish to taste it. And what I desire, I get."
"You make me laugh. With your smug, smarmy, annoying upper-class accent. And you're all tits and no bum."
"What! I'll have you know I'm most sought after."
"In that case, may I make two suggestions? One, you take off your dress, and two suck it and see."
"Very well."
Her Ladyship pulled her summer dress off over her head and revealed her generously sized bosom. As he looked her up and down lasciviously, she stole the moment and grabbed hold of his cock in both hands. The shaft felt hot to the touch, and her fingers ran along the many veins and bumps. His hips bucked of their own accord as she tugged on the organ hard. She slid down to his feet and squatted there, with legs apart and with her pussy tingling. She glanced up at him with a wicked glint in her eyes as she traced the underside of his length. He began to rise to the occasion.
"Now we're cooking with gas," he scoffed.
He remarked as Penny wanked him and salivated on the flared helmet. Her pussy dripped with desire as she hollowed her cheeks and hoovered the tip into her mouth. She hummed on it as she gave her best, swirling her tongue around and around until her chin was wet with her dribble.
"Come on then, show me what you can do."
Penny inhaled through her flared nostrils, sniffing through snot bubbles in a most unladylike manner as she closed her lips over the tapered cock head.
"Tell me, Posh Totty. You desire me to give you a good shagging?"
Penny nodded as she filled her drooling mouth with his big knob.
"Mumumummph!"
"What?"
"Umumumm" She mumbled as her head bobbed up and down.
Her mouth widened and she choked on its size as his tip touched the back of her throat. His big hairy scrotum tickled her chin as he rolled his hips.
"That'll do. You're wasting our time if you think you can give me a blowjob."
He hauled her to her feet and pawed at her DD-sized jugs.
"Crikey! These are big. And what's this?"
"Those are my, OH!"
Drummond referred to her black thong which he fingered and then ripped off in a single swipe.
"Heavens!"
"I've seen bigger dental floss. fook me."
Penny stood there in the buff, teetering on her heels, when he suddenly lifted her as if she were a rag doll. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his hips and put the palm of her right hand to his gut. She shrieked as he unceremoniously plonked her slick cunt onto his flagpole of a dick.
"Oh, god!"
Drummond thrust up as he pulled her down. It was a snug fit, and the blonde MILF hissed between gritted teeth. As she sat against him with her heels locked behind him, and her arms draped around his neck, Penny was bounced up and down, his rock-hard log three-quarters of the way inside of her. She came instantly as they moved in tandem. He held her tightly in his strong arms, and, she rode up and down with her body raised three feet off the floor.
"Bastard!"
"Posh Totty!"
As they humped, his face came within inches away from hers, and his ashtray breath blew into her eyes.
"You, you, fucking...brute!"
As she cursed, Her Ladyship's body felt so alive, so aroused, that her juices ran liberally down his driving shaft and soaked his scrotum. They were both panting and sweating like a couple of racehorses in their unbridled passion.
