The Return of Lady F Ch. 01 - The Gift

I write these words sprawled across my young butler's thigh, the taste of his phallus on my tongue, the sweet musky fragrance of his testicles in my nostrils and the flavours of his most intimate orifices on my fingers. He tolerates the press of my naked breasts on his manly leg as he does the scratch, scratch, scratch of my quill and the splatter of my ink on his person, his finger in my sex stirring the seed he has recently deposited there, a finger frequently transferred to his mouth in order to taste me and himself. We are as happy as creation will allow.

Bentley, for such is the excellent fellow's name, has been running my household for a while now and in that time has transformed me from a clueless widow encumbered with a household of dowdies into the happiest of women, mistress of a picturesque country seat peopled exclusively by beautiful young men happy -- eager even -- to bend to my every whim.

But we have a secret. As I recently found out, Bentley, far from being a humble working man proficient at running a household and finding out escapades for his insatiable mistress, is a Lord and a Lord with a fortune several times my own, which is itself extensive. Despite his extreme wealth, his unassailable position in society, his kindness, his ingenuity in creating the most satisfactory of sexual adventures and his unparalleled beauty -- of which more later -- he finds me, a woman more than twice his age and never more than passably attractive, the mistress of his heart.

When he first came into my life, it was a prank devised by himself and his cronies to pose as butler to the recently bereaved wife of a dull country squire. Perhaps he had set out to humiliate me but, even by his own admission, on meeting me and encountering a boldness that even I knew not the origin thereof, he was smitten and decided to go on an adventure of discovery.

To make a long, if exciting, story short, he declared marriage to me, a proposal I declined, having lived too long under the constraints of a husband. However, my feelings for this sweet, beautiful young man -- so masculine that his black beard seems to grow under ones very eyes - are strong and so we have decided to live as husband and wife in our hearts but as butler and mistress in the real world. It is an arrangement that has, so far, proved to be perfection.

Following his proposal and despite my refusal, Bentley suggested that we should embark on a honeymoon of sorts. I thought it a most excellent suggestion as I had travelled but little and never outside the confines of my own country. And so we set on a trip to Paris taking a small coterie of my boys and my superannuated maid, Sarah, to attend upon me. Even to those intimates of my household, Bentley was my butler though some perhaps suspected there was a more intimate relation between us.

'I can't wait to see my lady's quim ravaged by the most beautiful young men of the continent,' Bentley said to me that day as we lay, post-coital, in my bed at Heaton awaiting the arrival of breakfast, which, when it came, would mean a quick exit by Bentley and a lavish portion of young penis for me to feast upon along with my breakfast, my habit being to enjoy the beauty who woke me along with my dainties and tea.

'So, which of the boys do you think we should take on our adventure?' I asked Bentley, as he fed me droplets of precum from his beautiful thick penis.

'Before you choose, my lady, I have a "wedding" gift for you that may influence your decision,' said Bentley, climbing out of my bed and into the special breeches I had created for my household designed to allow me to survey their phalluses at all times. Bentley's breeches were so cut that not only could I see the delectable ridge of his helmet whenever I wished but even the thick veins that run along that most beloved member.

'If you are ready, my lady,' he continued, tying his shirt at the neck and rolling his stockings under the ties at the knee of his breeches, 'I will bring the present in.'

I was all anticipation as Bentley's surprises tend to be of the most excellent nature and so I sat up in my bed, slipped a nightgown over my head and prepared for the presentation as Bentley exited my chamber promising to return with the gift presently. Left alone, my heart -- and my sex -- could not help but flutter in anticipation and I found myself dabbing rouge on my cheeks and lips and spraying perfume in the air though the scent of Bentley's seed was my heart's favourite.

Then, moments later, a double rap on my door -- Bentley's special sign -- and, without my needing to give permission, the opening of said door. Bentley entered and behind him a figure entirely obscured by a cloak, which covered it from head to floor. All I could tell was that the figure was tall, exceedingly tall.

'Are you ready, my lady?' asked Bentley, who knew that I was from the look of tantalisation on my face. I nodded, like a child on Christmas morning and Bentley reached out and let the cloak fall revealing my gift.

A lesser man than Bentely would have had the figure under the cloak naked to provide a moment of surprise but my Bentley knows that his mistress likes to unwrap her own presents and so what I beheld in my chamber that morning was a youth, perhaps 19 years of age or thereabouts, of exceeding beauty. His natural hair was fair and tied back with a loose ribbon, his eyes of the most captivating blue fringed with unusually dark eyelashes with almost black eyebrows above them, his skin the colour of honeycomb. A mole aside his perfect mouth was the detail that made the whole face perfect.

As for his figure, apart from height -- I would hazard somewhere above six foot and two inches -- he was broad of shoulder and thick of thigh.

'This is Carl, my lady,' said Bentley, seeing the delight upon my face. 'Say good morning to your new mistress, Carl.'

'Good morning, my lady,' said the exquisite youth with a smile that lit the room and revealed beautiful snowy-white teeth of a regularity rarely seen.

'Turn him around,' I implored, my hands clutched to my breast. Bentley took the young man by the elbow and turned him so that he was facing towards the window that looks out onto my ornamental lake. From behind he was broad of back, narrow of waist and with buttocks that, even in these regular breeches, looked muscular and meaty.

'I love him,' I said excitedly. 'May I unveil him now?'

The beautiful young man was smiling at me, a welcoming smile as if inviting me to do with him what I will.

'Of course, my lady. He is yours.'

I betook myself out of my bed and approached the beauty with no little excitement. Reaching up to his neck, I untied the bow and allowed his shirt to open. The skin within that linen cage was creamy smooth, the nipples pink fondants and not a hair. I introduced my hands inside the shirt to find he was as soft as buckskin, the nipples hardened little studs that caused him to gasp when I pinched them between my eager fingertips. I giggled like a child. He smiled sweetly at my heightened excitation.

I took the shirt by its hem and he lifted his arms though I was too small to take it over his head. Most excellent Bentley had foreseen this and placed a stool in front of the boy for me to stand on so as not to deny myself the pleasure of removing all of the lad's clothing. Lifting his arms again, I unveiled him of the shirt, holding that garment to my face to breathe in his clean manly aroma as my eyes feasted on his naked torso.

I then hopped from my stall and crouching, most un-lady-like, began to undo the bows on his shoes. 'May I do that for my lady?' beseeched Carl, clearly unhappy that a lady of my quality should be at his feet like Mary Magdalene.

'My lady enjoys unwrapping her own presents,' said Bentley, not unkindly, to the boy as I undid the second of the bows and removed both of the shoes before pulling at the stockings and removing them from his feet. And what feet. Big meaty working man's feet. Clean and veiny and powerful. I caressed them and the boy jumped a little at the ticklishness of the act.

Standing back erect, I appraised young Carl from his beautiful face with its beauty spot down his perfectly sculpted torso, muscular for one so young, to his sturdy calves and those beautiful feet. Then, moving towards him, my face level with those fondant nipples, I took my trembling hands to the buttons on his breeches. After some fumbling, the buttons released and the breeches fell to the floor leaving my new boy in just a shapeless pair of undergarments. Undergarments have been banished from Heaton and so these were the last pair he would be wearing until he left my employment.

And then looking at the boy in the face so as to increase my pleasure and surprise at what was now to be revealed, I released the cord holding the undergarments and let them glide down his muscular thighs to join the breeches around his ankles, still intent on holding back the pleasure of the view that awaited me. Slowly, I lowered my eyes until the entirety of this most beautiful of wedding gifts was revealed to me.

Carl's penis, which was already horizontal and pointing towards me in anticipation of the attention it was about to receive, was a thing of real beauty. Perfect proportions, large as befitted such a tall and broad lad and with a foreskin that allowed just the tip of his penis to peep out at me. But it was his testicles that took the breath away. The largest testicles I had seen in a life of appraising many a young man's anatomy. But large in the most beautiful of ways, there was nothing monstrous or freakish about these beautiful orbs.

I looked at Bentley, a look of surprise on my face. He smiled back and me and nodded as if to say, 'Yes, they are prodigious.'

The other startling thing about Carl was that he was entirely hairless, which is a predilection of mine. I often keep one of my boys shaved for my pleasure but Carl looked more naturally smooth than a freshly shaved lad, even the area above the base of that beautiful penis looked as if no hair had ever grown upon it.

'I love my gift!' I said to Bentley. I would have thrown myself into his arms with pure delight if it were not for the boy, a member of my staff who would need to believe that Bentley was just a much-loved Butler.

'Is my lady not going to play with her new toy?' asked Bentley as he watched me, my hands to my breast, drinking in the sight of this beauty, his penis now even more erect under the heat of my appraisal.

'Of course,' said I, 'but where to start?'

Intent on savouring the pleasure -- for myself and for Carl -- I circled him, taking in such sights as his fine-turned ankles, the bulge at the back of his strong thighs, the curve of his backside, the spreading out of his back from that narrow waist, the thickness of the neck, the power of the shoulders. I reached out a hand here and there to caress a bicep, to test the hardness of a buttock, to stroke his beautiful face, to pinch a nipple until his penis was not only vertical but was shedding a tear of honey. I was determined not to touch his sex just yet so gingerly went towards the droplet until it had stuck to my finger then put that finger to my lips to taste him. Sweetness like syrup.

And so I decided to taste him, to fill my senses with this beautiful boy. I put a tongue on his nipple, tasted the sweet sweat of his chest, lifted an arm and smelt the manliness under there then went round behind him and licked the curve where his buttocks met his back. Entreating him to seat himself on my bed I took a foot and breathed in the scent before putting a toe in my mouth, which made the boy squirm, all under the eyes of my beloved Bentley, who had a smile playing around his beautiful mouth at my delight in his gift.

Pushing the boy back on my bed, I came up at him from his feet along his legs, running my tongue on the smooth muscles of his thighs until I came to his testicles, so rich and musky and entirely hairless. I put out my tongue to taste and set them rolling in that mysterious way that testicles do. Then pushing his thighs apart, took one ball in mouth, then the other as only one would fit at a time as the boy let out little groans of pleasure and his penis almost bounced against his stomach, releasing honey from its tip.

With the young man now splayed before me, I took my tongue underneath his balls then, taking him by his ankles truly spread him before me so I could gnaw at the hard ridge of his perineum and then, lifting his legs even further, saw the pure hairless pink of the boy's anus. The smell of him in this most intimate part of his anatomy was delicious and so I put out my tongue, circled that hole and, as he groaned, invaded it, licking in and around as it responded by clenching and releasing.

All this time I resisted the extreme temptation to touch that beautiful penis. I could discern that he wanted nothing more under god's blue sky than for me to grip it but I desisted, slurping at his pristine hole, sometimes almost brushing that eager phallus but never giving it the contact of a lady's had for which it was clearly so desperate. I wanted the first feel of him to be on my sex.

I stood, removed my nightgown and stood naked in front of him, my shaven sex moist in anticipation of him. I saw his greedy face looking from my sex to my breasts and back, his penis twitching on his belly at the first naked woman he had seen in his life. I bid him stand and, avoiding contact with his penis, replaced him on my bed and looked up at him as he had been hitherto been looking at me.

I opened my thighs to show him the pink of my quim, pulled the lips apart so he could gaze at the harbour that was going to take him, all the while looking at the boy desperate to touch himself but somehow knowing it was not allowed.

Bentley shifted position so that he was behind Carl and said, 'Is my lady ready for her new present to enter her? This will be the first time he has been inside a lady...'

'I am ready,' said I, opening my thighs wide for the boy to come between them. He walked towards me, his penis wagging in front of him and the next sensation I experienced was the feeling of his thighs between mine. I then felt the head of that most excellent penis against the lips of my sex but before he could enter me, Bentley interjected and, taking the shaft of his penis in hand, rubbed the sticky head along my slit with special attention paid to my nub. The sight of this young man above me, the feeling of his penis on my sex and the knowledge that Bentley was intent on making the experience perfect for me conspired to make my quim throb.

As if reading my mind, Bentley then put the head of the young penis against my hole and I felt the young man slide slowly into me, my sex relishing every point of contact as he entered until I could feel the weight of his young body on me and his hips started to push back and forth. Considering this was the lad's first time and bearing in mind the circumstances -- an older lady, and older man controlling him -- the boy did amazingly and was clearly talented. With every buck of his hips, my head went back ecstatically, while he looked down at me with a look of pure lust.

He leant down and pressed his tongue into my mouth as his penis pressed into my sex. I felt filled up by him. I could feel the sweat from his marble-smooth body between us as his hard belly slid against mine. And I could feel those huge balls slapping against me with every stroke. I reached under my thigh to feel them as they swung, the sound almost as erotic to me as the sensation. Then... 'Please, my lady, may I release?'

Usually, I like to see a young man's sperm on the first occasion I have contact with him and taste it but the feeling of his young phallus stretching out my elderly sex was so engulfing that I gave instant permission. I immediately felt the shaft expand inside me as the strokes became more furious and then I felt the release in his whole body and the pumping of prodigious amounts of young seed into my body, which was in a state of ecstasy.

The pumping seemed to endure quite some time and I perceived Bentley observing from below as the young man's buttocks clenched and released and his sperm flooded me. As Bentley told me later, the boy's perineum had swollen and the pumping of seed through it and into me was a sight to behold.

When the last drops of semen had been delivered, the young man looked at me and asked permission to withdraw. The feeling of the young phallus inside me, the testicles against me and the smooth slippery body on top of me was difficult for me to release but I assented, and the boy withdrew and stood, looking at Bentley as if for a critique.

'Good boy,' said Bentley to the still erect Carl. 'Now go to the yard and hose yourself down and return to this room when you have done so.'

'Yes, sir,' said the boy, picking up his discarded clothes and using them to cover his still tumescent manhood as he exited my chamber.

'How did my lady enjoy her wedding gift?' asked Bentley, with a lascivious smile as he sat on the bed beside me.

'I think you saw how much I enjoyed it,' I replied, my fingers on my sex in remembrance of the young man and his member inside me. Then Bentley, quite by surprise, took my ankles, lowered his beautiful face to my quim and started to eat the seed that was drizzling out of it. The feeling of his expert tongue where moments before had been a beautiful young man's penis sent shudders through my body. He looked up at me, his face and beard shiny with sperm and my own juices.

And then, unbuttoning his breeches, he said, 'With my lady's permission, I would now like to take you like the boy did so that we may use his seed to lubricate our pleasure.' I felt it wasn't a question or an asking for permission, rather a statement of fact and presently I felt the pressing of that most beloved member against my lips as Bentley slid into my sex already filled with the younger man's seed.

Whether it was the lubrication or the fact that my quim had been hammered by Carl, I am not sure but the feeling of Bentley inside me was ecstasy. And his ardour was unparalleled. Seeing me so ravished by the young man had inspired him and his penis, which felt rough and manly after Carl's, attacked me in ways it never had before while his mouth devoured mine and his hands squeezed my breasts until they were bruised.

And when he released, he let out a bellow that I've never heard before. His face looked almost furious with desire as he thrashed that beloved member into me until I felt a wave of ecstasy wash over me and then pump after pump of Bentley's beautiful sperm fly into me to join Carl's. As he slowed, his own sweat joining that of Carl's on my sated body, he collapsed onto me, the weight of his masculine body pressed against mine making me feel somehow grounded... and full of seed.

After a couple of moments to recover, Bentley withdrew his penis, rolled off of me onto the bed beside me and laughed. 'That was so delicious, my lady. I don't think I have experienced lust like that in my life.'

I laughed and agreed. 'Your gift of the boy Carl certainly seems to have enlivened the household,' I said, at which minute, there was a slight rap upon the door.

'Come,' said Bentley and the door opened to reveal and dressed and freshened Carl eager for his instructions. 'Come hither,' said Bentley at which the young man approached us both naked on the bed. If he was surprised that my butler had also clearly had me as well as him, he made no sign of it.

'We need to get the boy some better clothes,' said I as we surveyed the beauty standing before us.

'I have a better idea,' said Bentley, who always had a better idea. 'I feel that more than just another member of staff, Carl should be a pet. A familiar.'

I nodded. I liked the idea of this boy as my plaything... not that the entire staff at Heaton weren't my playthings. But a boy to have by my side, for me to toy with during dull moments instead of a lapdog sounded delicious.

'And pets don't wear clothing, do they, my lady?'

'I suppose they don't,' I replied, smirking, trying to read the reaction on the young man's face.

'But while we decide that, her ladyship has taken more seed, Carl,' said Bentley. 'I think it's your job to come and clean it from her with your tongue...'