The Return of Lady F Ch. 02 - Glass Dildo

Heaton Hall is abuzz with news that we are going to Paris! We are all excitement, even though it will take Bentley weeks if not months to organise everything. None of the young men has ever travelled overseas and so they are vying with each other to be selected in the knowledge that not everyone can go.

The unexpected delight of this is that they are all paying me attentions unknown to me even from these always most attentive young men. My quim has never been fondled by quite such willing young tongues, sperm has been saved up especially to afford me a feast while all the young men have been exhibiting their penises in my specially-designed breeches to most becoming effect. Never have I received such smiles and such flirtation. Even Bentley and my lady's maid, Sarah, have remarked upon the increase in their attentions. In short, I am the most pampered woman in all of England to the extent that my sex is constantly fizzing and sometimes dripping, either with young semen or my own juices, under my shift where no underwear has been present this six months.

The other development is the settling in of my new pet, Carl. Such a delicious young man whose beauty beguiles me daily, he is kept naked so that I might enjoy the sight of him and the caress of him at all moments. He naps with his head upon my lap like the most docile animal, seems to be in a state of some excitement day long and, like any good lap dog, is eager to pleasure me with his tongue at will.

Bentley and I decided that he should sleep at the bottom of my bed, which is capacious enough to afford ample room while, when Bentley stays with me, we sometimes introduce him between the sheets like a very coddled pet. I notice that nothing excites Bentley quite so much as the spectacle of this gifted young man introducing his penis into my person. It is as if the assault on his property -- though Bentley is more my property than I his -- is an aphrodisiac to him. His beautiful member never stands quite so erect as when he is observing the young man enter me while his fingers often explore the congress between my sex and the young man's penis as it takes place. He even times his own climax with ours as if he were joining in the act itself.

In short, we are all happiness at Heaton, the only discord being Sarah's displeasure at being forbidden from playing with my Carl. I refuse to feel badly about this seeing as the old woman already takes liberties with the whole household of young men, sucking their penises at the Masturbatorium -- with my consent -- and drinking copious amounts of young semen while she fingers herself furiously... she knows the young men are forbidden from pleasuring her and so she must pleasure herself.

It was in this atmosphere of heightened sexuality and general felicity that a letter from London was received. Bentley brought it into my chamber as I lay with my head on Carl's naked thigh, the musk of his young testicles in my nostrils, reading a new novel. The handwriting on the correspondence I recognised immediately. It was that of the Duchess of Tilbury, the one who had taken such a preference for our own young Smythe that I was forced to exchange him with her for her own extremely handsome butler Jensen, who still serves me so delightfully to this day.

The Duchess's letter was long and detailed and excited me so much that I was forced to take Carl's penis into my mouth as I read it while he dandled with my own sex. She recounted her treatment of Smythe, so young and tender and the absolute master of her elderly heart, and how she had introduced him to practices I am certain the lad had never entertained even in his wildest moments. I felt almost envious of her usage of this young man, who had also been a favourite of my own, but the bulbous head of Carl in my mouth as he kept me a whisker from climax soothed my passions in that direction.

The culmination of her letter was that she would be in the county within days and it would delight her to pay us visit so she could enjoy the beauties of Heaton of which she said she had heard so much and regain my acquaintance, she who had been such an especial a friend of mine when I was in London. She said that she would be in company of Smythe -- of course! -- and of some of the young men I had enjoyed in London. I needed no more inducement. Calling for paper and quill, I wrote saying that I would not hear of her staying anywhere but Heaton when she was in the district and that she should bring as many of her household as she deemed useful as we could accommodate all of them.

Within the week a date was set and the household was set aflurry as we repaired, renewed and restored everything that we could within the time granted, the young men working until they were wet with perspiration. When the day arrived, I commanded all staff, including those from the kitchen, to present themselves to the main salon for their instructions. As they lined up in front of me, all so beautiful with their penises so visible in the breeches that the Duchess herself had expressed an envy of, I could not help but feel a pride in my young men. I told them I was sure that the Duchess was to be afforded every courtesy while under my roof, that she was to access anything she desired and that no request should be considered unreasonable. I asked if they understood. They said that they did.

I also informed them that Smythe, their former friend and workmate, would be among the entourage but that his position was now exulted and that they were to treat him with the same formality as the Duchess, difficult as that may be. And finally, seeing as I knew the Duchess to be an exacting old lady, I commanded them all to disrobe so that I could closely inspect them to make sure they were fit to be seen. All shirts were removed, all breeches were dropped until all 12 were standing in just shoes and stockings for my inspection.

I started with Erikson, always a favourite of mine, checked that his penis smelled and tasted clean, checked that his testicles were smooth, checked that his anus was presentable in case it should come into the Duchess's head to inspect it or even taste it. And so I went along the line, with Bentley at my side checking armpits and foreskins and everything until I was satisfied my young men would be the envy of the visiting Duchess, which, now that their penises were all hard and throbbing, I was sure they would be. Then with a double clap, I dismissed them to prepare for her arrival.

We heard the crunch of the Duchess's coach on the gravel before we caught sight of it between the trees of the avenue leading to Heaton. In an instant, Bentley had all the young man standing at the bottom of the steps awaiting the imminent arrival while I stood proudly in front of them in finery that these days received little use.

As the carriage arrived, the horses lively despite their journey, I stepped forward and, as Bentley opened the door to the carriage, cried, 'Duchess, what a pleasure to receive you!'

'Naughty,' said the Duchess as she exited her portly person from the carriage, eyeing Bentley with a glint in her eye and her eye on the bulge in his breeches. 'You know that I will suffer you to call me Andrea, my dear. Are we not good friends?'

'We are my, dear. We surely are.' But I noticed that, as I addressed the Duchess, her eyes were not on me but at the line of handsome young men before her, who were all trying to secretly take in the sight of this larger-than-life woman of five-and-sixty in clothes much grander than any they had ever seen.

'Oh I must congratulate you, my dear,' she said, looking at them but addressing me. 'Your taste is quite exquisite.'

As she said this, stepping from the carriage came a face familiar to us all, that of Smythe. In contrast to his former companions, he was dressed in much finery from the starched bow of his chemise to the richly embroidered brocade of his coat. But beneath the coat, I could not help but notice that the Duchess had been inspired by my design and had Smythe in breeches so tight and so thin and so close to his body that I could clearly discern not only the shape of his penis and testicles but the very hole at the crown of his helmet, the ridge of which was outlined in all its splendour.

'So very nice to see you again, Smythe,' said I as this young gentlemen came before me.

'My lady,' he said simply, with a respectful bow and a sweet smile before looking along the line of young men to pick out his especial friends with whom he exchanged raises of eyebrows and winks, which were largely returned despite my instructions.

'May I inspect your household, Lady FitzWilliam?' said the Duchess, already at the head of the line, looking along the row of fine-looking men and their fine-looking bulges.

'Please be my guest,' I said. 'Behave as you would in your own home...' Even though I knew very well how this lady behaved in her own home. And so she began to walk along the line, stopping first at Erikson.

'Now, this young man I know intimately,' she said, looking him square in the face as he smiled his irrepressible smile at her. I noticed her hand reached out to caress the prominent bulge in his breeches. 'We had quite the time of it in London, didn't we, boy?'

'We did, ma'am,' said Erikson, his bulge growing noticeably under the old Duchess's hand.

Next in line was Stephenson... 'Another face I remember,' she said. 'And such a beautiful face. Tell me, my dear...' she said, again addressing me but looking the young Stephenson up and down, 'do you keep him quite as smooth as you did when I enjoyed him in London.'

'Yes, indeed,' said I. 'He is seen to every day either by myself, my lady's maid or Bentley himself. He is quite silken to the touch.'

The Duchess approached Stephenson and, while holding his gaze, introduced her hand down the front of his breeches. 'Oh, yes, my dear, you are quite right. Smooth as a babe.' And as she withdrew the hand, she smelled her fingers and tasted a dew drop of young man honey she had harvested while in Stepehenson's breeches.

'And if you would like to engage in the shaving of this young man, I'm sure Bentley can arrange it for you,' I said. Bentley nodded as the Duchess continued her progress down the line of young men, caressing their bulges, asking them to turn for her until she came to Jensen, the butler she had exchanged with me for Smythe.

'And here is one I know very well indeed,' she said looking at him. He smiled, handsome man that he is, and, as she caressed the beautiful bulge in his breeches, she looked at me with a pout and said, 'I hope you are treating him well, my dear. I do miss him so terribly.'

'He is looked after to the best of my abilities,' I smirked. 'And I'm sure if you would like to engineer a reunion during your stay, that can be arranged.'

'Such kindness, my dear! I will be sure to take you up on that offer.'

And then she turned to Bentley, who, even in the company of such male beauty, still stood out. His masculine face with a beard so strong it seemed to grow under one's very eyes, the strong body and the thick, veiny penis so obvious in the artfully-designed breeches. 'And this one...' she said, looking at me coquettishly. 'Is he still entirely off limits?'

'I'm afraid he is,' I replied, looking proprietorially at the handsome Bentley as the Duchess removed the feather from her hair and commenced to trail it around the shape of Bentley's penis and testicles as a proxy for actual contact. Bentley smiled, looking to me to assure himself that I was not displeased. I smiled back and we allowed the Duchess to trail her feather in the knowledge that where the feather went, no hand would ever follow.

As we engaged in this conversation, the sound of wheels on gravel could be heard and a second carriage emerged from the avenue of trees. 'Ah,' said the Duchess, 'my boys.'

The carriage stopped, Erikson moved forward to open the door, and out stepped the elderly lady who had displayed the Duchess's boys at the sex party in London, their penises tied with ribbons so she could bring them around like lambs for our inspection. She was obviously the chaperone and by the smile on her face and the fact she was dabbing the corners of her mouth, had been doing more than simple chaperoning during the journey.

Then out stepped the fine beauty I had first sampled in London. The tall, handsome man of five-and-twenty, his shirt open to reveal the hairy chest I had so enjoyed, his breeches so tight I could count every vein in that thick penis, while the huge testicles I remembered so fondly seemed almost not to fit in the breeches.

'My lady,' he said, dipping his head to kiss my fingers. I smiled imperiously and waited for the next young man, just stepping out of the carriage. This one was the muscular beauty so enjoyed by the Countess of Alba at that party, his buttocks so spectacular, the Duchess had clearly vetoed his wearing a coat so they could be enjoyed immediately. Like the former young man, he dipped his head, kissed my fingers and took his place by his companion.

The third young man to step from the carriage was, if anything, even more arresting than the previous two: tall and blond, his hair tied back with a ribbon, a mole on his cheek highlighting really extraordinary beauty and teeth revealed to be white and straight.

'Oh, meet my new find, Lady FitzWilliam,' said the Duchess approaching him as he stood under my curious gaze. 'Isn't he a treat for the eyes? And not only the eyes! I discovered him as he arrived in London quite untouched and seized upon him at the very stagecoach stop and took him into my household. Only 18 but very much a man in all respects and she directed my eyes to his bulge, which, in these breeches, was almost obscene.

'You have such an eye, Andrea,' I said to her, appraising the boy from top to bottom. 'He is delightful.'

'Not as delightful as my Smythe,' said the Duchess, pulling her favourite towards her and openly caressing the leaking bulge in his breeches. 'No one will ever come near to my Smythe.'

I smiled at this strange picture of love between a boy and a very old lady and then clapped my hands twice at which all of my young men turned on their heels and, running up the stairs to the house, gave me and the Duchess a fine view of their buttocks.

'I think we're going to have a very pleasant stay, my dear,' said the Duchess. 'Now, where should Marie take my boys?'

'If she follows us, I will reacquaint her with Sarah, my lady's maid and they can organise the young men,' said I, starting up the stairs with the Duchess in my wake, still holding the hand of Smythe and sometimes turning to bestow upon him the most indulgent of smiles.

Once in the hall, I noticed the Duchess give the beautiful space an approving appraisal. The young men, clearly on best behaviour, pretended not to notice the splendour and stood meekly, hands behind their backs with the crone Marie standing in front of them.

Sarah, who had been under instruction to await us in the hall, stood staring at the new young men, her greedy eyes drinking them in from their handsome faces to their bulging breeches and muscular thighs. I almost offered her a handkerchief to wipe away the drool.

'Now, Sarah, this is Marie. She will help you manage these young men. Do you have their quarters ready for them?'

'Indeed, my lady,' said Sarah with a curtsey, her eyes still very much on the young men.

'In that case...'

'I have an idea,' interrupted the Duchess. 'While Marie and Sarah make the young men comfortable in their new quarters, why don't you and I take Tommy here...' and she indicated her new find, 'somewhere private where you can become more acquainted, seeing as you have already known the other two?'

'An excellent idea,' I said, clapping my hands to indicate to Sarah that she should go about her business as I led the Duchess and Tommy into the salon that adjoined the main hall. The Duchess was all smiles as she eventually relinquished Smythe to Sarah's care and followed me into the salon with Tommy behind us.

'I find your home exquisite,' she said as we reached the nest of chairs by the window and availed ourselves of them.

'And I find your young men exquisite,' I replied, looking at Tommy who was standing before us, his hands obediently behind his back, his exciting bulge in those fine tight breeches at eye level.

'My dear, I know how much you enjoy the act of unveiling and so I thought, as a little thank you, I would allow you to unveil my Tommy. What say you? You will be only the second woman to enjoy him, that's how fresh he is.'

'It would be my honour... and my pleasure,' I replied, inadvertently licking my lips at what was about to come to pass.

'Step forward, Tommy, there's a dear,' said the Duchess as I stood to examine this delicious creature, removing his coat and throwing it on my chair as I circled him to take in his broad shoulders, his slim waist, muscular buttocks and finely turned calves.

'He really is a beauty, isn't he?' I said, looking at the boy's creamy-skinned face which blushed like a rose as I examined it. Then, reaching up, I untied the bow at the boy's neck and opened his shirt to find a chest that was more masculine than I had expected on one so young and yet completely hairless.

'Is the boy naturally this smooth,' I asked the Duchess, not looking at her but at the golden skin of the boy before me.

'Quite!' said the Duchess. 'Feel him.'

I put my hands inside his shirt, acknowledging how old they looked with their wrinkles and brown spots against the flawless young skin and silently enjoying the contrast as I found the boy's nipples, also quite hairless, and gave them little pinches at which he tried to restrain a squirm.

Being so much taller than me, I scooted a footstall over in front of him and, climbing upon it, looked him in his beautiful face. 'Arms up,' I said. He raised his arms and grasping the hem of his shirt, I pulled it over his head. 'And keep your arms up,' I continued, enjoying the hairlessness of them and introducing my nose to enjoy the musk of the boy who had been travelling all day. Delicious.

I climbed down from the stool and looked around at the Duchess, who sat stately with a smirk upon her face at my obvious enjoyment at discovering this new young man, an enjoyment I was extending by not rushing to divest him of his breeches. Instead I ran my hand first over his buttocks, which filled the breeches beautifully and then over the impressive and quite obvious bulge in the front.

'He really is very gifted, isn't he?' I said to the Duchess, again, with my eyes firmly on Tommy as I spoke.

'Oh, my dear, you have no idea quite how gifted the boy is. Smythe became quite jealous when he first entered my household. He clearly thought he was being supplanted. But you know me and my Smythe... something made in heaven.'

As I half listened to the Duchess extolling the virtues of the boy she had stolen from me, I introduced my fingers into the waist of Tommy's breeches then reached in the front to feel a little pubic hair. 'Oh,' exclaimed I at the feeling of slight fuzz...

'Oh, yes,' said the Duchess. 'I told you he is not shaven, just naturally hairless. To shave him would be to spoil the natural beauty of the boy, don't you think?'

'Well, you know my predilection for smooth young men,' I said over my shoulder to the Duchess, 'but there is something very exciting in the fact that this is natural.'

Then I decided I had denied myself my pleasure for long enough and undid the tie that held the boy's breeches up allowing them to fall to his feet. Inspired by me, the Duchess had also outlawed undergarments among her young men, which meant that with the breeches removed the young man was standing naked before me, just his shoes and stockings and the pool of breeches around his feet to his name, with the most impressive young penis pointing towards me as if demanding my attention... which I was more than happy to lavish on it, still denying myself -- and the young man - the pleasure of touching it.

'My dear, this is one of the most beautiful young penises I have encountered in all my adventures,' I said over my shoulder to the Duchess without taking my eyes off the member, which, quite apart from being large was straight as a ruler with a foreskin which seemed to be protecting the modesty of the young man's cockhead by covering all but the hole at the tip, where a jewel of precum glittered.

By the twitching of this beautiful golden penis, I could tell that Tommy was dying for me to grasp it but I demurred and continued to circle this beautiful specimen of a young man, appreciating not only the finely turned penis and smooth balls but also the muscular buttocks, upon one of which there was a very comely beauty mark.

'The boy is absolutely exquisite,' I murmured to the Duchess, who was looking on at my appraisal of her brand-new toy.

'Isn't he?' she parried. 'And do you know what I have discovered?'

'What is that, my dear?'

'I have discovered that he derives as much pleasure from the rear as he does from the front. Bring him to your couch and make him bend over it.'

I led the young boy to the back of my couch, his erect penis flailing in front of him, and bid him bend over it. The sight before me was enough to make my heart beat in my stomach. The two globes of the boy's buttocks, between them visible his smooth testicles and the underside of his penis, which was so hard as to be welded to his stomach meaning I had little sight of it. And underneath the boy's testicles, the hard ridge of his perineum with the line leading the eye to the most perfect little rosebud of a pink anus.

I licked a finger and ran it along the line underneath the boy until the tip of it was on his pink hole. I felt a shudder run through his perfect body.

'Oh, I quite see what you mean,' I said to the Duchess as she moved towards me to share in the sight of her young man showing us the most private part of his anatomy.

She stood back with me and gazed upon him with obvious proud and desire.

'There's nothing he likes so much as the feeling of a lady's tongue upon that most secret spot,' she said to me, looking from me to the perfect anus of the young man. 'Please feel at liberty to avail yourself.'

I did not need to have the offer repeated but leant forward and, smelling the musk of the boy, took the inner curve of each buttock in each of my small hands and, pulling them apart, buried my face in the young man's behind, whereupon I was almost intoxicated by the pungency of the lad.

Coating my face in his musk, I opened my mouth and introduced my tongue to the area all around the boy's hole, feeling the hole clench, the buttocks harden in my hands and the young man's body tense with the expectation of pleasure. A moan escaped him, a moan that sounded like, 'Yes, my lady, yes...'

Then I put the tip of my tongue to that rose and felt it move, almost as if it were trying to open to admit me. I drove harder, licking across that most sensitive spot as the boy's heavy muscular thighs began to quiver. And then inside I went, tasting the metallic flavour of the young man's most secret space, feeling the softness of his inside skin on my tongue. The moans by now were loud and urgent. 'Yes, my lady. Please, my lady.'

The Duchess was laughing at my greed for this beautiful young man's hole as I probed and licked and pulled the tiny thing open wider in order to get more of my tongue inside him, making the hole of his backside slick with my saliva.

'My dear, you are going to quite eat young Tommy up!' she chuckled, taking the boy's ecstatic face in her hand to make him look her in the eye as he felt my tongue explore him. She kissed him deep on the mouth -- I could hear her -- as I buried my face as far into the boy's behind as it would go.

Eventually, the Duchess pulled me up, dabbed my face with her handkerchief and exclaimed at my enjoyment of the perfect anus. 'But I have another present for you,' she said and returned to her reticule, which she had placed by the chair, rummaging in it until she held up with looked for the world to be a crystal candlestick, but which turned out to be, on closer inspection, a glass phallus.

'It is Smythe,' laughed the Duchess. 'I had it made from Smythe's perfect penis.' And she handed me the replica of a penis I recognised, one I had enjoyed many times. 'Isn't it perfect?' she continued, handing me the glass penis for my closer inspection, whereupon I concurred with her that it was, indeed, perfect.

'I have had one made for myself, which I keep on my dressing table,' said the Duchess, 'to remind myself every moment of my luck in finding the love of my life at my advanced time in life. You can use yours to remind yourself of the one who got away.' And a laugh tinkled from her at the idea that she had the boy and I now had a glass replica of his member.

'But you need not limit yourself to using the ornament to pleasure yourself,' she went on, looking from me to the hole of Tommy who was still leaning over the back of my settle his buttocks heavy, his testicles still visible. 'I have never tried this but I have a feeling that Tommy will enjoy feeling Smythe himself... Should we experiment?'

She put one of her fat fingers to her mouth, harvested saliva and reached forward to apply her natural lubricant to the young man's eager hole. He moaned lightly as she moved the saliva around and even reached behind himself to grab each buttock in a strong hand and pull them apart to give her greater access to his hole.

'My dear, do you have anything sticky about your person that you could apply to Smythe's phallus to make it slicker?' she asked, a glint in her eye giving me the hint that the lubrication she was requesting was my own. And so I put the glass phallus under my skirts and, running it along my slit, coated it in my copious juices before removing it to show her triumphantly how sticky it was.

'You are so lucky, my dear,' she said, 'to still produce such amounts of juices at your age. I am quite dry and without the oral ministrations of Smythe and the other young men, would never be fit to be taken.'

And with that, she took the glass phallus from me and rubbed the sticky tip of it against Tommy's anus, which seemed almost to be gasping, desperate for contact. He pulled his buttocks wider apart and pushed his hole back against the tip of the phallus, whereupon the Duchess pushed harder, screwing the dildo against the boy's tiny pink rosebud until the whole head of it entered him.

'Oh, my,' said the Duchess. 'Will you look at that. You can see the inside of the boy's passage. You see the pink? How beautiful.'

I looked at the glass phallus half inside the young man by now and because it was glass, it was true, you could see the inside of Tommy, the soft pink I had just had my tongue on, as he clenched the phallus as if trying to draw it further inside him. Drooling more saliva onto the glass phallus to lubricate it, the Duchess started to drive it deeper into the moaning young man until the whole of Smythe's penis was inside him, the glass testicles of the dildo the only things preventing the greedy hole from swallowing it all.

'Take a turn, my dear,' said the Duchess, taking my eager hand and putting it on the glass phallus. I gripped the thing and screwed it slightly inside the boy, inspiring more moans as he stretched his arms along the back of the couch as if to open himself up even more to the experience. I drew it out of him a little remarking on the skin of his anus being dragged out slightly with it. Then I drove it back in to more urgent moans.

With my eyes fixed on the point of contact between this glass phallus and the boy's pretty pink hole, I drove the phallus in and out, harder and harder until the young man's body was bucking, his backside stretched out towards me as if to beg for more of the phallus to enter him, all the while looking at the pink deep inside of him, watching beads of sweat drip down those majestic buttocks and the boy biting his own knuckles to prevent himself from calling out.

And then, without either of us having so much as touched the young man's penis, his whole body shuddered, he muttered, 'I'm sorry, my lady...' and rope after rope of creamy young sperm started to hit the back of my couch. I could see the sperm pumping through the young man's perineum as his anus clenched against the glass phallus inside him and his whole body tensed with the ecstasy of the orgasm, which was deep and long-lasting.

Eventually, he subsided, his body flopping against the back of the couch with his fluid having ruined the entire back of it. I was tempted to reach out and taste some of that beautiful boy juice but decided the first time I tasted it, I wanted it to be coming from source, not from the back of furniture.

I gently removed the glass phallus, making sure not to damage the perfect anus I was drawing it out of. Once out, the anus was still a little open and I found it hard to resist leaning down to give it one final kiss.

'Well, my dear,' said the Duchess, as she threw Tommy's clothes at him and, with a movement of her head, indicated he should leave us, his penis still hard and banging his belly as he left, 'now I have shared my treasures with you, I'm impatient to learn what special gifts you have planned for me.'