Behind the privacy of closed drawing room doors in contemporary England today, there are things going on that would make Henry the Eighth blush. Being English, and in the lower echelons of British aristocracy, the author has had the opportunity to observe at close hand the unusual and bizarre happenings that occur there. He assures us that rather than an exaggeration, this novel is typical of what is happening there today, at this very minute.
The story is woven around an ancient Norman estate, Worthington Manor, the Lord and Lady Worthington, and their daughter Tricia who abide there. The butler Jenkins, and his recently arrived teenage son, Percy, from America who in actuality is the primary character.
One senses a feeling of authenticity in the wealth of material about England and its aristocracy that Mr. Middlehouse uses as a background for the sensual goings-on that occur there.
Lady Worthington, having discovered her husband in a compromising situation with the upstairs maid, Flossie, sets out to gather evidence for an eventual divorce. She bribes Jenkins, an old family retainer, to hide with her in a closet and witness the inevitable proceedings the following day.
Unfortunately for her, she discovers to her amazement, that the old butler is quite a man, and her plans go awry.
When little Percy arrives on the scene, a radical change occurs at the ancient manor. The estate abounds in lovely, voluptuous females, but there is a desperate shortage of men. Imagine their delight when they discover, although he is tiny and undernourished, sexually Percy is like a bull ape.
Lady Worthington cannot keep such a fabulous discovery secret, so she brings her closest friend, the Baroness Melechamp, onto the scene. Percy is fully capable of handling both women, and he proceeds to do so with great gusto.
A woman of intense passion, Lady Worthington, physically ignored by her husband, has had an incestuous relationship with her lovely young daughter for some time, but the arrival of the super endowed Percy brings her desires back to a more normal course.
Who then can say that Percy's wanton carryings-on are to be deplored, when one by one the ladies of Worthington Manor turn their lascivious desires to a more normal trend?
Usually discussed in hush-hush tones, by titled individuals fortunate, (or unfortunate as the case may be) enough to either participate, or witness the bizarre proceedings that occur in some, not all, of the tremendous estates that are scattered liberally over England's quaint countryside. Mr. Middlehouse has brought it all out into the open with vivid clarity in an avant-garde fashion for all the world to see.
It was inevitable that when first published in London in the early nineteen fifties, that pressure would be brought to bear for its supression since it struck so close to home with people of royal birth. Consequently it was soon banned by the London Metropolitan censor. Immediately it went underground and became in great demand, not only in the British Isles, but throughout Europe as well.
We, the editors, feel that you will be delighted that these Victorian practices no longer exist in the United States when you read this delightful novel.
CHAPTER ONE
"Now remember Jenkins, I want you to watch carefully and try and remember everything that you see. You'll be called upon to testify later." Lady Worthington, regal, aristocratic, incredibly developed mistress of Worthington Manor, was speaking to her aged head butler in the privacy of the master bedroom.
"Yes Milady, but I wish you hadn't made me agree to spy on the master, I've been with him so many years," he cackled.
"I didn't make you agree Jenkins; it was the five thousand pounds that I agreed to pay you that did the trick," she said icily, a haughty expression on her beautiful face.
"I know Milady, I'm getting old and need the money for my retirement or I'd never do this to the master," he said sadly, shrugging his bony shoulders.
"Alright then ... now we'd better get into my closet because they should be here shortly." She grasped the old butler's sinewy right arm and led him into the heavily perfumed depths of her closet, partially closing the door behind her, leaving it open an inch or two. "We're safe in here, he never opens my closet door."
They were standing in very close quarters, surrounded by scented silks and satins, the great, round globes of her big rump pressing against his flat groin as he stood in the darkness directly behind her.
Lady Worthington was a magnificent woman, tremendously tall and massive, half again the weight of the spindly old butler; featuring a gigantic bust that jutted out from her ribcage in awesome fashion. She boldly used a longline foundation garment to emphasize their enormity. Her hips, full and lush, sloping out sharply from the garments lower edge. Her legs, extraordinarily long and full-fleshed; meaty in the proper places, at thigh and calf; tapering in sharply at knee and ankle. A short skirt revealed their shapeliness, sheathed excitingly in gossamer black nylon.
Shimmering raven tresses cascaded down, curling softly over her shoulders to trail down her back to tickle the upper contours of her meaty ass. Through the use of expert makeup, her lovely face had a satanic look; her eyebrows and lashes flaring dramatically upwards at the tips. The heavy, sultry lids tinted a brilliant metallic-blue. Her luscious, bee-stung lips of vermilion gash on her face.
Her hands were slender and creamy-white, precious stones glittering on almost every finger, incredibly long, talon-like finger nails added to her satanic appearance, lacquered a brilliant vermilion to match her lips.
None of this awesome pulchritude was new to the old butler, but it stimulated him as much now as it had the moment she entered the Manor five years ago after her marriage to Lord Worthington.
Now he was at a closer proximity to her than he ever had been before, thrilling to the sensation of her lush ass pressing against his groin, thrilling to her nearness and the delectable scent of her perfume. God how he would love to slide his bony hands around and feel the incredible weight of her enormous bust, and finger those great nipples that had been tormenting for all these years as he saw them poking out at the thin material of her skintight frocks.
He would give a year of his life to do just this, but he knew that it was impossible. A wall, an invisible wall created by royal birth lay between them, and nothing on earth could smash it down.
Suddenly there was the click-click of heels on the parquet floors in the hall outside. Slowly the bedroom door opened, and Flossie, the upstairs maid, stood hesitantly in the doorway, glancing fearfully back over her shoulder as though checking to see if she'd been observed.
She was a buxom wench with great, pendant teats and incredibly wide hips that gave her a rather dumpy appearance. Her legs looked a bit short and stocky in her low heeled working shoes.
In her right hand she was carrying a pair of black calfskin pumps, unusually expensive for a girl of her class, and a pair of black nylon hose.
Finally she stepped inside and closed the door behind her, moving to the bed and sliding her great rump onto the white satin bedspread. She kicked off her shoes and proceeded to tug the nylons over her stout limbs, hoisting her skirt and attaching metallic garter clasps to the jet black bands at the tops.
"That bitch," Lady Worthington hissed "She stole my stockings ... I recognize them, they're black diamonds, my most expensive pair. I missed them last week and couldn't imagine what happened to them."
"What else can you expect of a village wench, Milady?" old Jenkins whispered, anxious to show her that at least he was of a higher class than the buxom girl.
Flossie slipped her feet into the pumps, and rose, pirouetting around the room, stumbling a bit in the unfamiliar stilt heels.
Her whole appearance had taken on a startling transformation. The shimmering blackness of the hose seemed to slenderize her limbs, and the sky-high heels lengthened them so that now they were more in proportion to the rest of her body.
She stopped in the middle of the room and began to unbutton her maid's uniform, permitting it to pool at her feet as it slid down her voluptuous form. She wasn't exactly breath-taking, but she did look incredibly sexy in a diaphanous pink bra that cut deeply into the softness of her massive globes, the blackness of her hose peeking through a lacey pink half-slip.
"Well at least her bra and slip are her own," Lady Worthington snapped. "I couldn't see what my husband saw in the fat bitch, but now I'm beginning to understand, she's quite a dish in those garments."
"She is that, Milady, but nothing approaching what you look ... er I mean must look like in similar attire," Jenkins stammered awkwardly, thrilling to the warmth of her great ass as it permeated his thin trousers.
"That's enough of such talk Jenkins," she reprimanded. "Just keep quiet and watch from now on."
"Yes, Milady."
Flossie moved to the bed and propped herself up on the pillows, resting her back against the exquisitely carved headboard which bore the Worthington coat of arms. With tantalizing slowness she drew her knees up almost to her chin, sliding her heels back til they touched her massive buttocks.
Old Jenkins had to clap a hand over his mouth to suppress a gasp. A tiny pair of window-clear pink panties was so stuffed with a great mass of black tendrils that they seemed about to explode and scatter curly hair all over the room.
Even Lady Worthington found herself licking her lips, like a gourmet appraising a tempting meal. Then she felt it, a barely perceptible swelling in old Jenkins' groin. She had always liked old Jenkins. Liked his humble politeness; something almost impossible to find in younger servants now-a-days.
Admittedly, she liked to tease him. Noticing almost immediately after she entered the household five years before, how he would stare out of the corners of his eyes at her gigantic bust whenever he thought she wasn't looking.
She would bend over and pretend to adjust a garter strap, giving him an awesome view of chasm-like cleavage as her enormous globes swung down, and an equally exciting view of her long, shapely limbs. A wicked smile on her face seemed to say, "Eat your heart out you old bastard; you'll never get your hands on these goodies, not that you could do anything about it if you could."
Now an ever-growing lump in his trousers that was pressing into her meaty ass, told her that he could. She wanted to reach behind her and push him away. She wanted to turn and castigate him, but she couldn't. Her entire being screamed for her to find out just how big that hard penis, already a formidable size, would grow.
"Jenkins, you must learn to control yourself, you're being a naughty-naughty boy," she whispered, wriggling her soft rump over his now enormous penis, a penis that showed no signs of tapering off its erection.
"I ... I can't help it Milady," he whispered shakily. "Your perfume, your marvelous rear, your nearness...."
"Jenkins, you're getting entirely too personal," she snapped, realizing that things were getting out of hand; she had teased him too far. "Anyway it's that girl's big hairy pussy that you're interested in."
Flossie now had an index finger centered between her pussy lips, pushing her panties, which had an amazing stretching quality, deep inside. And by the way the muscles on her beefy forearm were flexing, she must have been wriggling it about madly.
Through his lust something suddenly struck old Jenkins. Here was a perfect situation, for him that is. Lady Worthington needed him, desperately needed his testimony. Obviously once the divorce action took place the master would release him anyway, a few thousand pounds richer thank goodness. Actually from this moment on he need not maintain his place, need not be subservient. He in fact could do any damn thing he wanted.
Because she was so much taller than he, his now gigantic phallus was pressed into the crack on the lower contours of her great buttocks. He raised on tip-toe and wriggled the stiff organ into the ass-cleavage at precisely the spot where he knew the puckered bud of her anus would be.
Lady Worthington moaned and pressed backwards for a moment, then regaining her senses, pulled away, turning and giving him a scathing look. "How dare you, Jenkins?"
"I dare Milady, because I have been driven mad by your voluptuousness for five years," he said boldly, his bloodshot eyes slitting fiercely in the dim light of the closet. "I know how you love to tease me, show me a bit of leg, wear low cut dresses so that you can bend over and drive me crazy. I know that I'm old and don't look like much, but as you know now I have a big fat cock here that compensates for all of that ... and believe me when the occasion arises it can act like an eighteen year old royal commando's."
Lady Worthington couldn't believe her ears. Was this Jenkins the old family retainer who had served his master faithfully for so many years? What had caused him to forget his place for the first time in forty or fifty years? Was he gradually going senile? Senile or not, he had the biggest penis that she had ever run across, and she had spent a lifetime searching for that particular item.
Being so tremendous, her vagina was built in proportion. Consequently her husband's and every other male's she had experienced an affair with, and there had been many, penis rattled around in her pussy like dried peas in a pod. And to think of the many nights she had lain awake, unfulfilled, her husband asleep after shooting his load into her, gaining release finally through masturbation.
The only other way she had ever been able to reach orgasm was by pussy-sucking. A male or female for that matter, set of lips, vigorously suctioning on her clitoris thrilled her to her very marrow. However what she really craved, had been searching for all these years, was a long, stiff cock.
Lord Worthington had never relieved her orally, never permitting her to do it to him, something she loved to do; claiming that people of royal birth never stoop to such things. And to think that for five unfulfilled years, the penis that she had sought elsewhere was all the time dangling in the trousers of the ancient head butler. Afterwards, after the divorce and everything had been settled. Then she would fly to him and get at that great weapon of his. If she let herself go now her concisely thought out plans could go awry. At all costs she mustn't lose control of herself at this tremendously important moment.
"I ... I wasn't teasing you Jenkins, really I wasn't," she whispered, dying to reach down and appraise the mighty organ that she could see in his burstingly-full trousers, but managing to fight off the impulse. 'The Lord insists that I wear low-cut dresses, and a lady does have to adjust her stockings occasionally you know."
"Not in front of her butler she doesn't," he hissed, his voice crackling with age. "How would you like it if I teased you by taking out this long cock of mine every time you chanced by, Milady? You'd have fired me on the spot."
Lady Worthington felt like screaming it out, the words that were torturing her soul. She would love to have him take it out, and at every opportunity. Even at their banquets in the great dining hall, so that he woman friends could envy her, and the men be envious of him. She craved to tell him how much she would love to fall to her royal knees and see how much of the gigantic machine she could insert between her painted lips. Then spread her long legs and see how much of it her pussy could absorb, for most certainly no pussy could absorb it all. These were the things she would have liked to say, but instead she whispered, "I ... I see what you mean Jenkins and I'm terribly sorry. Naturally I would disapprove if you took your penis out in front of me ... now let's forget all about that and watch the bedroom, for I think I hear my husband's diminutive step on the stairs."
CHAPTER TWO
Flossie heard it too, and the couple in the closet could hear her breathing increase in tempo as she quickly withdrew a lipstick from a pocket in her uniform that lay beside her on the bed, and applied a heavy scarlet coating to her lush lips.
Then spreading her black nylon sheathed limbs as wide apart as she could, she awaited his entrance.
Lord Worthington had a diminutive step because he was a diminutive man. Quite short and slender as a reed in his expensive Saville Row tailored suit, boasting a great handle-bar mustache that he hadn't shaved off since his R.A.F. days. A hawk-like nose that went back, was said, to ancient times when a Roman soldier left his sperm in one of the Lord's ancestors. From then on all of the male ancestors sported this nose, and it was like a badge of their royal blood.
Lady Worthington had often thought, as the diminutive Lord pistoned his penis in and out of her unfulfilled pussy, how nice it would be that by some miracle of transfer, for after all weren't they transferring hearts now, that great, arching nose could be where his penis was, and vice-versa.
This in fact was why she had tried so hard, unsuccessfully unfortunately, to have him suck her. She knew that with a little oral persuasion of her own, it wouldn't take her long to get him to use his nose to advantage too.
As a matter-of-fact, in subtle ways of course, her female friends had suggested this. "Oh wouldn't it be wonderful to have a husband with a super nose like that," was an often heard sighed comment.
"Ah-h-h-h ... my tender little dove looks uncommonly attractive tonight," the Lord said in a high, squeaky voice, something that was the bain of his existence, for it usually drew muffled chuckles when he addressed the House of Lords. "Your delicious pussy already has begun to drip in anticipation ... and the black hose that I gave you looks so sensuous and sexy on your luscious legs my pet. It shall pay great dividends, you shall see."
"That unmitigated bastard," Lady Worthington hissed. "HE stole my stockings."
"I-I thought that you'd like them, Milord, they're so smo-o-o-o-oth and sheer ... do you like the shoes that you bought me too?" Flossie held one full-fleshed limb up towards him, pointing her toe to emphasize its graceful sweep, a long, pencil-thin heel pointed at a growing bulge in his tightly cut trousers like a black rapier. She slid her skirt back further and wantonly began to snap a long, thin garter strap into the soft, creamy-white meat of her thigh.
In the closet, Lady Worthington had to clap both hands over her mouth to suppress a gasp that rose to her lips. Old Jenkins' hands were creeping under her soft arms, the gnarled fingers inching their insistent way towards her enormous bust, his great penis continuing to press against the ever-widening split of her anus as it forced more and more of her thin dress inside.
She slapped at his hands, but she just couldn't bring herself to put much force behind the blows, the feeling was just too excruciatingly heavenly. He was on tip-toe still, his breath a raging inferno on her neck. Then she felt soft, wet lips slipping over an earlobe and suctioning it inside his warm mouth, thrilling as he nibbled on it. "You're beginning to like old Jenkins, aren't you, Milady? I can see by the lump in Milord's trousers that I'm twice the size of him ... twice the size of most any other man, unless you're willing to travel to Africa, and even there you may have trouble. I know you like a big, fat cock Milady. The way your rubbing and wriggling that big, delicious rump of yours all over the head of my cock tells me that."
Lady Worthington was completely out of control now, gasping and leaning back, pressing against the brute that was attempting to invade her anus. Gasping louder as she felt his bony hands on the vast undersides of her jutting melons, hefting them, he gasping in turn at their incredible weight and softness.
She could control her actions no more, but somehow she managed to control her voice, locking inside the words she craved so much to say.
Then suddenly one hand was down at her crotch, boldly using the heel of his palm like a saw, he pressed hard into the V of her crotch and sawed it up and down vigorously, feeling the big pussy lips part and gape open through her dress, hot moisture seeping through both panties and dress alike to grease his movements with their sweet elixir. "Oh my God Jenkins ... what are you doing to me? I've never been so hot," she moaned, all resistance vanished now.
"Oh this is only the beginning, Milady," he whispered. "Just wait til I get 'old Alphie' into action."
"'Old Alphie' " she gasped, moaning as he tweaked a huge nipple into instant hardness.
"Yes 'old Alphie', that's what my wife used to call him, God rest her soul."
"I'll bet you killed her with 'old Alphie', didn't you Jenkins?"
"Indirectly yes, Milady. She was just so crazy-mad for him that she had to have him all the time. It was just a question of which one of us would go first. She got to the point where she didn't even eat, and she passed away early one morning with my big cock in her for the eighth time."
"My goodness ... eight times! I'm terribly sorry Jenkins, but it was a marvelous way to go, I'd love to go that way if given the chance, Jenkins."
"You'll have plenty of chances Milady, but I'll be the one to go, you're half my age." The wizened old butler was craftily working her skirt up now, and when he got it above her waist he locked it there with his left elbow. Reluctantly he removed his right hand from her monsterous melon and began to roll her wispy panties down over her meaty ass.
"Ou-u-u-u Jenkins you'll kill me immediately if you fuck me there," she protested weakly, but her actions belied her words as she reached behind her to fumble for the tab to his zipper. Finding it, she tugged it down and reached inside his fly, probing through the opening in his shorts, astounded at the awesome thickness of the organ she found pulsating inside. Gnarled like a tree stump, she could barely get her long, jeweled fingers halfway round it at its root.
"You like it Milady," he hissed. "You like big 'old Alphie'?"
"I don't like ... I LOVE big old 'Alphie'," she moaned, hoisting his great boner out of his trousers and letting her gem-encrusted fingers wander around its immensity, her tremendously long nails scratching its turgid surfaces, drawing closer and closer to the great spongy gland.
When they finally got there, she found that it was covered with a protective foreskin, and she peeled it back as though it were a huge grape, uncapping the great, juicy head. "Good God, what a monster," she said in an awestricken tone, running her jeweled fingers all over its slippery surfaces, thrilling that the most important part of his body to her was the only skin that he had that was wrinkle free.
She moistened two fingers thoroughly and then rubbed them over her anus, even wedging them inside a bit to wet the interior. Then as though she were doing it to herself with a huge, inanimate banana, she guided the tapered point of his gland to the tiny, crinkly opening, purring softly, "Oh the hell with it, we can get our evidence tomorrow Jenkins baby."
CHAPTER THREE
The first four years of Lady Worthington's marriage had been successful and happy ones indeed, according to her standards. Her husband had been loving and attentive, and even if he didn't measure up, literally measure up, in the sex department, he more than compensated for this by showering her with expensive gifts.
Unable to satisfy her intense sexual drive with him, she sought her pleasures elsewhere, casting enough tid-bits his way to keep him in line, or so she thought anyway.
Lord Worthington is, what is called in America, a "titty man." Since the day he was weaned from his mother's ample bosom, a fetish for large, uncommonly large, breasts began to grow in his psyche. Small wonder then that the moment he saw his future bride, he decided then and there that he had to have her, at all costs. And those costs were the wrath of the entire Worthington family, and a goodly portion of The House Of Lords, of which he was a member.
She was a simple farm girl, her fantastic bust developed by years and years of milking cows. He saw her first on the beach at Margate while both were on holiday, as the English call it. Normally a rather timid man, unless sexually aroused. He went up to her boldly and introduced himself, his eyes staring down at her seated figure, boring into the deepest cleavage he had ever seen. There it was, the bust he had been seeking for lo these many years. Three days later they were married, and he brought her back to the bosom of a flabbergasted family.
His sister Francine, a change of life baby, and twenty years his junior, especially took objection to a mere farm girl being made Mistress of Worthington Manor. Although only nine at the time, being of royal blood she was the titled female head of the family, and she hated her for usurping her powers, limited as they may have been.
Lady Worthington made one fatal mistake. She hired Flossie, a simple girl from the village, as her upstairs maid. Confident of her sexual power over her husband, soon realizing by the way he would lay in bed nursing first one giant breast then the other for hours and hours, that his insatiable craving for her was mainly due to their awesome size. It never occurred to her that another pair of breasts might be equally intriguing to him.
Unfortunately such was the case. Whereas hers were amazingly firm and upstanding, jutting out from her ribcage to an incredible degree, Flossie's were great, pliable balloons, globular in shape, with just enough of a pendant quality to make them more exciting than without. They curved in a graceful arc beyond the far perimeter of her meaty arms, the lower contours amazingly covering her navel.
The moment Lord Worthington saw her coming along the upstairs hall, her enormous globes, braless as always, bouncing up and down like two half inflated beach balls beneath her loose-fitting uniform, he flipped his House Of Lords wig, so to speak.
She was dumpy to be sure, and her legs were a trifle too stout, but black hose and stilt-heeled pumps would take care of that. He suddenly realized that he had another gem to add to the royal jewels.
"You're new here girl, aren't you?" he said, stepping in front of her and blocking her way.
'Yes Milord. Milady just hired me yesterday."
"Don't you think it might be better if you wore a bra while on duty, your breasts flop up and down very sensuously without one."
"M-Most men like breasts that flop up and down, Milord," she said demurely, her lovely blue eyes downcast.
"That isn't the point my deah," he said icily, in his precisely clipped British accent, contrasting vividly with hers, an unattractive Lancashire. "The point is that it is too wanton, too lewd for a servant in this family to be prancing about with her great teats bouncing up and down like a couple of soccer balls inside her uniform."
"B-Bras are too expensive for me, Milord," she stammered, a crestfallen look on her face. "T-They don't make my size ... I ... I'd have to have them specially made."
"I'm not blind, I can SEE that," he snapped. "What size do you wear?"
"W-When I went to buy a pair a couple of years ago when I was seventeen, they said that I'd need a forty eight D-cup, and that they didn't come that size."
"M-mm-mm ... they just might possibly fit ... a trifle tight perhaps, but your breasts appear to be very soft so that wouldn't matter." The diminutive Lord stood pondering, tapping his lip with a forefinger as he stared at her awesome bust.
"W-What might fit, Milord?"
"Lady Worthington's bras. They're forty six C-cup, but as I say that shouldn't matter ... come let's try one on," he said, taking her by the hand and leading her down the hall towards the master bedroom.
"Now Milord?" she protested weakly. "But I have work to do."
"What is your name anyway, girl?" he snapped.
"Flossie, Milord."
"Well Flossie, you are not to work in this household unless you're wearing a bra ... understand?"
"Y-Yes Milord," she said weakly as the slender Lord drew her great bulk into the master bedroom and locked the door behind them.
"But Milady ... s-she might want to come in," she protested.
"Lady Worthington would be delighted at what I'm doing. She would do the same if she knew you were wandering around with your breasts bouncing up and down like that ... anyway she's visiting the Baroness De Marco today."
Flossie's uniform was a simple affair, held together by large buttons that ran down the back. He went to a magnificent Queen Anne dresser that dominated the room, along with a tremendous canopied bed that had an exquisitely carved headboard bearing the Worthington coat of arms in its center. There were silks and damasks everywhere and a heady fragrance of expensive perfume added an exotic touch.
He rummaged around in one of the dresser drawers, coming up with a filmy black bra with cups that seemed large enough to contain watermelons, and a pair of black hose. "Turn around Flossie," he said, a stern, commanding note in his voice.
"C-Can't I try it on in the toilet, Milord?" she stammered, a tremor running through her vast assortment of curves. "W-What are the stockings for?"
"I am a very busy man Flossie. I simply don't have the time to wait here while you fiddle around getting dressed in the toilet," he snapped impatiently, holding the stockings out to her." We also insist that our maids wear hose while on duty ... now quickly, get into these."
As the voluptuous maid bent over nervously and slipped her shoes off, her enormous breasts plunged down and away from her torso, swaying ponderously, creamy-white English complexioned flesh literally pouring over the low-cut top of her uniform.
"You see what I mean Flossie, if any of our male servants saw you now they would undoubtedly have orgasms right where they stood." His voice was high and shrill, tinged with excitement.
"I-I suppose you're right Milord," she sighed, slipping a foot into a dusky stocking and caressing it up over the meaty contours of her limb. "They're always mauling my breasts when they catch me in the kitchen or the larder.
There were no garter straps hanging down from up above, so when she pulled the jet black band at the top of the stocking taut on a full-fleshed thigh, she rolled it down a bit into a tight band, anchoring it firmly. As she repeated the process with the other stocking, Lord Worthington went to his wife's closet and came back with a pair of black pumps with extremely high stiletto-heels. "Here, try these on. I don't want you to wear those clodhoppers anymore."
The hose and shoes did wondrous things to her limbs. They no longer seemed stocky. The exquisite hose was midnight black, yet so sheer that the rosy warm hue of her flesh shown through, and the high heels lengthened them by at least five inches.
Without her realizing it, Lord Worthington had been deftly opening the buttons at the back of her uniform, but when the cool damp air of the ancient Manor caressed the great globes of her ass, she turned with a startled expression, exclaiming, "MILORD ... what are you DOING?"
"Flossie, my pet you can't very well try on Lady Worthington's bra without first removing your uniform, now can you?" She had a more startled look when she saw a great protuberance in the slender Lord's trousers. She gasped and quickly looked away.
"Why did you have that excited expression on your lovely face Flossie?" he asked softly, gently easing her uniform down over her soft curves, moving closer and pressing his stiff penis into the lush softness of a great buttock.
"Please-e-e-e Milord, don't get so close to me," she moaned as he tugged her bodice down, her gigantic globes popping free of the restricting material to move liquidly at almost her waist level. "There's something strange about me. I-I'm a very timid girl ordinarily, Milord ... but ... but something comes over me at times like this ... I can't control myself."
"There are times Flossie, when a girl shouldn't control herself," he whispered, moving closer, his hot breath fanning the back of her neck, his cock rooting deeper into her big ass. "Has anyone ever told you that you have marvelous breasts Flossie? So milk-white and big and luscious ... so-o-o-o delightful to the touch ... see, my hands have disappeared into their softness."
OU-U-U-U Milord ... please don't say or do any more." Her body was twitching spasmodically, her gigantic pendulums swaying heavily in his tiny hands. She seemed to be fighting to gain control of herself, but obviously it was a losing battle.
"My, what bewitching treasures you possess, my little dove," he hissed, standing on tip-toe to lip in and earlobe and nip it with his sharp teeth, his breath a raging inferno in her ear.
"PLEASE-E-E Milord, let that be enough ... take your hands away, I'm getting terribly excited," she moaned, an involuntary reaction sending her great ass into a wild fit of wriggling on his stiff organ.
"But Flossie, we have to try on the bra," he whispered, hoisting the weighty melons into the air and releasing them, peering excitedly over her shoulder at them as they bounced like a couple of basketballs on a hardwood floor, the great nipples swelling and extending before his very eyes.
"Y-yes Milord, but please try not to touch them any more than is necessary. He held the bra cups under the great, pedant globes, and drew the body strap taut at the back, lifting the weighty orbs into a more respectable position. They seemed even more alluring in the transparent black bra, the redness of her saucer-sized aureoles gleaming through; the great nipples poking at the thin material. The bra was much too small, cutting deeply into the soft breast-flesh. It marred the sweeping slopes of her enormous melons, but somehow the tight confinement seemed to make them all the more exciting.
"Ah-h-h ... with just a tiny adjustment they'll be perfect Flossie," he whispered, taking the sheer material between forefinger and thumb, and pretending to make a minor adjustment, tweaking her swollen nipples in the process.
Flossie seemed to lose all control of her propriety, her face going completely ashen as she melted under his deft, teasing fingers. Fingers that were now working greedily on the giant nipples, rolling them between his fingers.
Suddenly she spun around on her stiletto heels, a look of ravenous animal lust on her lovely features. "OH MILORD ... I can stand it no longer ... FUCK me ... SUCK me ... let me suck YOU-U-U."
"All in due time Flossie, my deah," he said haughtily, suddenly releasing her and stepping back. "Please, you look terribly messy girl, finish removing your uniform."
"Oh YES Milord," she wailed, grasping the uniform, which had bunched at the crest of her wide hips, and tugging it down, worming her great ass deliciously as she did so.
Lord Worthington couldn't suppress the gasp that rose to his lips at the sight of the buxom beauty, her great mass of curves looking blazing white above the blatant black hose, teetering on the unfamiliar stilt-heels, thrusting forwards and swaying ponderously down around her waist.
"M-mm-m, you are a luscious angel, Flossie my pet," he said softly, stroking the waxed tips of his mustache with delicate fingers as he stared greedily at a great mass of black fleece spilling over the top of a pair of diaphanous pink panties that seemed about to split from its containment of pouting pussy-lips. "Show me that delicious looking pussy I see peeking through those little panties of yours, my deah."
"Oh YES-YES Milord," she cried, worming her great hips and tugging the wispy bit of silk down til it was at her feet. She started forwards, her massive melons swinging back and forth, the sensuous sound of hissing nylon filling the room as her meaty thighs rubbed together. "Wait ... don't be so anxious for what you see in my trousers Flossie, you'll get it all in due time ... first let your hair down, those wondrous black tresses of yours; let them caress that voluptuous body of yours as I shall do shortly."
Moaning all the time, Flossie reached over her head and loosened a few hairpins, her hair cascading down, some of it curling softly over her shoulders and hanging down her back, the tips caressing the giant globes of her buttocks. Other equally fortunate strands curling over the massive contours of her breasts.
"Ah-h-h beautiful, my pet," Lord Worthington smiled gently. "Love those luscious beauties with your hair ... especially the nipples. I want to see them swell and lengthen before my eyes."
Flossie took two strands of hair and ran it lovingly over her nipples, moaning as they sprang to life, an expression of wild pleading on her face.
"Ah-h-h they are without parallel, my little dove ... now make a sling of your lovely hair and hold them up for me."
Gasping with passion, her lush hips beginning to grind, Flossie curled one thick strand of hair around another beneath her awesome melons. She drew them taut, and as though being raised by some unseen derrick, the corpulent globes began to rise and swing away from her torso, her frankfurter-sized nipples leading the way.
"C-Can I have it now Milord? That huge penis of yours ... I-I need it awful bad," Flossie moaned, her breath coming faster and faster as she stared at the giant protrusion in the diminutive Lord's trousers.
"All in due time my pet. First show me that delectable pussy of yours, flaunt its sensuousness in my face. Slowly, copiously, spread those deliciously plump pussy lips of yours apart and show me your big big, fat cunt."
"Milord, you're driving me out of my mind with the exciting things your saying," she wailed, spreading her black nylon-sheathed limbs wantonly and inserting two fingers into her pussy, a pussy that was so sopping wet that long strings of juice ran down her full-fleshed thighs to etch tiny, silverish trails over the jet black bands at the tops of her dusky hose.
She spread the lips wide, and he licked his lips as he saw the shiny vermilion hue of the inside. "Now play with yourself Flossie, as I know a passionate girl like yourself must do every night in the privacy of her room. There aren't many men at Worthington Manor my pet, and certainly none with anything like this."
He spread his legs lewdly and clamped a delicate hand over the lump in his trousers, and wet sloshing sounds could be heard as she worked her fiingers vigorously in and out of her saturated pussy.
"You want to come to me, don't you Flossie? You want to open my hands and just fee-e-e-e-l the immensity of my penis. You want to feel it throbbing in your adoring hands; want it outside so that you can get your ravenous lips of yours on it, those delicious painted lips. You want to play with it like you did with one of my stallions this morning ... I was at the stables too, Flossie my pet, that's where I first saw you, of all things jerking off one of my stallions."
Flossie went into a fit of sobbing, her gigantic breasts flopping about like a couple of milk pails hung from the side of a cart; her whole body beginning to tremble spasmodically. "I-I don't know what came over me this morning Milord ... I ... I haven't had a man in so long ... and ... and when I saw that giant boner I just couldn't resist it."
"But Flossie, I'm not scolding," he said softly, pressing the material of his trousers taut around the thick root of his cock to emphasize the enormity of his stalk. "It's just that I thought you might prefer a royal cock of equal proportions, that's all."
"Oh but I DO-O-O Milord," she wailed, wringing her hands.
"You want to go wild with it, don't you my pet?" he smiled.
"Oh YES-S-S Milord.
"Tell me what you would like to do with it Flossie," he said quietly. "In detail ... minute detail. If you don't you shan't have it."
"I-I want to suck it more than anything Milord. I want to feel it deep in my throat while I stroke your big balls. I want to lick every inch of it ... and your balls too. I-I want your hands on my big breasts, torturing them, caressing them ... I want...."
"Flossie," the Lord interrupted shrilly. "You're not to tell me what to do ... Understand? If I feel the impulse to toy with those enormous breasts of yours, I shall, but only then."
"I ... I'm sorry Milord ... I know I should keep my place." Her voice was almost a whisper.
"Your place now Flossie is between my legs sucking on my cock," Lord Worthington said crudely, selecting a chair and sliding his skinny rump onto it, spreading his legs wide.
"Oh YES-S-S Milord," she screamed, tottering across the room on her unfamiliar sky-high stiletto heels, and slipping to her knees between his splayed limbs, her monsterous globes swinging forward and pressing their softness against his bony knees.
With fingers that shook as though they were caught up in a gale, she managed to unzip his fly; her breath coming in sharp, quick pants as she reached in and snaked tenacious fingers around his rampant cock.
"You want to suck it and suck it til I'm as wild as you are, don't you my pet?" Lord Worthington was gasping now, his composure rapidly melting. "You want me to fuck you and fuck you for hours on end, and thrill you like no other man has before. You want me to chew those great nipples of yours, then lick the hurt from the wounds."
Flossie was mesmerized, moaning with his obscene words, spreading her silken knees and undulating her hips before him. Snapping her palpitating pussy up at him as she hoisted his great boner out of his trousers in both her fists, one above the other.
His penis was longer than average, but below average in thickness. However, on his tiny body it seemed gigantic, the only flesh part on an otherwise thin torso. From the protective foreskin that was stretched to the splitting point, the rosy tip of his cock-head peeked out.
Tentatively she grasped the thin bit of skin between forefinger and thumb and slowly, as though she were unveiling a recently discovered work of art, she peeled it back, uncapping the great gland, til it popped free in all its shining glory.
"There it is Flossie, a royal meal fit for a King ... or perhaps better a Queen," he chuckled. "Dinner is served."
CHAPTER FOUR
It was at that precise moment that Lady Worthington chanced down the hall. She heard a woman moaning. Quietly she tried the doorknob, but found it locked. She squatted down and peered through the keyhole, only to find her vision obscured by the key. She crept down the hall and entered one of the smaller bedrooms. She entered and opened a large French door that led out onto an upstairs veranda. She moved stealthily along until she came to the doorway to her bedroom. It was slightly ajar, and from it she could hear her husband's voice, an excited voice indeed. "Oh Flossie, your lips are like hot, melted butter ... so-o-o-o-o soft ... so luscious."
Lady Worthington peered into the room, and a great gush of air escaped from her lungs as she saw her recently hired upstairs maid, resplendent in shimmering black silk hose, stiletto-heeled pumps, and nothing else. Squatting between the splayed limbs of her husband, sucking greedily on his cock, her hands cupping his balls and rolling them vigorously together in her palms as though she were kneading dough.
As furious as she was, Lady Worthington couldn't restrain the exciting little thrill that coursed through her at the sight of Flossie's giant rump, thrust upwards in her direction, a thick shock of black hair curling between the bottom contours of the huge globes.
The blatant blackness of the sleek hose, so taut on her meaty limbs, the flesh so creamy white above, fired her senses and tortured her soul with its sensuousness. Somehow it didn't matter that it was her husband's penis that the voluptuous maid was wildly sucking on. What mattered were those shapely legs, so sexy and exciting in their coating of gossamer black nylon, that big, delectable rump, and last but certainly not least, those enormous pendulums that her husband was fruitlessly attempting to capture in his tiny hands as they thrashed about with the violence of her actions.
His long organ, thoroughly reddened with her lipstick, slipped wetly between her clinging lips as she pumped her head back and forth, her long tresses cascading back and forth like something from Dante's Inferno.
"M-mm-mm Milord," she mewed through the tight circle of her lush, painted lips. "Give me your delicious sperm ... GIVE it to me before I go mad."
"Flossie you're wonderful-Flossie you're wonderful," he kept moaning over and over as he humped his skinny ass all over the chair; thrusting upwards on each of her down strokes with expert timing, crunching his flailing testicles under her chin.
Then with a wild cry he came, great globs of come squirting from the corners of her mouth like someone attempting to stop the flow of water from a hose with her mouth.
"You'll learn Flossie," Lady Worthington thought ruefully. "You'll learn that you have to gulp each succeding blast down quickly, as I know I could do if only given the chance."
The mistress of Worthington Manor was furious. If he had caught them fucking it wouldn't have been half so bad. But sucking him, something she had never been permitted to do, no matter how often she had pleaded. That raised her ire as it had never been raised before.
* * *
So those were the events that had led up to the present. An eventual devorce was a certainty, and for that she would bide her time for the proper moment. Evidence was what she needed, and that was why she had bribed old Jenkins into being her key witness.
But her plans had gone awry. Who would have suspected that the ancient family retainer would possess the cock of all cock's. Who would suspect that he could play a woman like a virtuoso plays his instrument, deftly, artfully.
However at this moment there was nothing delicate or artful about the way his elephantine penis was ripping and tearing the excruciatingly sensitive tendons of her anus. Nothing delicate about the way his hands were cruelly torturing her great breasts.
His weight was resting against her back, gasping in an attempt to get air back into his old lungs; but his lower half was alive, vibrantly alive as he humped his ass wildly, his skinny belly bouncing off of the great globes of her ass as he skewered his long, fat cock in and out of her rectum.
On the bed, unnoticed by the frantic twosome in the closet, Lord Worthington was lying on Flossie's prone figure, his slight form wedged between her massive globes, his own ass pumping away vigorously as he rammed his cock rhythmically in and out of her hot pussy.
Fortunately they were moaning and shrieking so loud that they didn't notice the similar sounds emerging from the closet, and even if they had, they were too far gone to have cared what it was.
"The smell of you is so intoxicating Flossie," he moaned, so earthy and so fragrant at the same time. I want to wallow in the voluptuousness of your big pussy. I wish I could get my head in there so that I could lick and suck on every inch of your vagina.
"OH MILORD," Flossie shrieked, her black nylon sheathed limbs scissoring spasmodically in the air. "We could try ... my pussy is big, and your head is so tiny ... just the thought of your beautiful mustache tickling my insides ... oh let's try!"
Lord Worthington's long penis slithered out of Flossie's slippery pussy with a loud popping sound, and with a wild cry he twisted around and swooped down on her gaping cunt, squashing his face wetly into her steaming crotch.
He couldn't get his head in, but he came mighty close. Her pouting pussy-lips spread wider and wider as he jammed his face into its moist interior, the hard crest of his eagle-like beak driving her wild as it rubbed back and forth over her swollen clitoris.
"Oh Milord that's FANTASTIC," she screached in a delirium of lustful craving.
In the closet, Old Jenkins had shot his load into Lady Worthington's anus, long strings of sticky come pouring down her ass-cleavage, creating long, verticle white stripes on the jet blackness of her hose; her own release pouring out of her pussy to stripe the fronts.
With a soft moan she spun around and clutched his withered old face to her vast bosom. "Jenkins, my love, my adored one. You made me come. I didn't think such a thing possible. What an awesome explosion will occur when you fuck my loving pussy with that giant penis. What heavenly nights we will spend together; we will simply float away on an ocean of semen, my love." As she cooed the words huskily into his ear, her jewelled fingers were on his penis, and even in its limp state it was long enough to hold in her two hands. They were moving back and forth easily, gently, urging it on to a new erection.
"Jenkins," she moaned, "would you think it terribly unlady-like of me if I sucked on him a bit ... just a little."
"I'd love it, Milady. Just so long as you don't draw on him. I'm not as young as I used to be you know," he groaned, covering the exposed upper portions of her mammoth globes with wet kisses, then wriggling his nose into her cleavage and breathing deeply of the heavenly aroma he found there.
With a soft cry, Lady Worthington fell to her knees and slipped the soft morsel between her painted lips, thrilling to the flavor of the semen that hadn't had time to dry. He groaned as she clutched his giant, hair-flecked balls in her gem encrusted fingers, nipping them gently with her incredibly long nails.
Slowly, very slowly, she began to move her head back and forth, thrilling to the sensation of the long, soft penis as it slid easily in her hot throat. She paused for a moment and cupped her tongue under the spongy gland, flicking it vigorously from side to side as she pressed it firmly against the roof of her mouth.
To her utter delight she felt a faint hardening of the great cock-head, felt the shaft begin to lengthen in her hands. "Oh JENKINS, my precious BABY," she moaned, beginning to pump her head a bit more vigorously. "He wants me ... he's coming up for me again."
"I-I know," he groaned. "I can't believe it."
"It's because he loves my royal lips on him, Jenkins darling," she gurgled softly. "Loves my tongue here on the underside, burrowing into that deep cleft. Loves my sharp teeth nibbling on your foreskin. Loves the slick coating of lipstick my juicy lips are depositing on him."
Inch by inch his gnarled shaft emerged from the tight circle of her ruby-red lips, forcing her head away as it extended. Soon there was room enough for one of her hands, and this she instantly took advantage of, jerking it into fuller erection with jeweled fingers.
With her inactive hand she loosened his belt and slipped her hand around in back of him, worming it under his shorts. Teasingly, she ran talon-tipped fingers up and down the crease of his ass, seeking the puckered bud of his anus. Finding it, she massaged the pebbly bit of flesh, then forced an index finger inside, pumping it back and forth in rhythm with her head.
"Ou-U-U-U Milady," he groaned, his cock like a molten steel bar in her mouth now, sticking straight out from his groin and throbbing vigorously with the pounding of the pulse in his forehead. 'Tour lips are so luscious ... so soft and warm ... please suck harder ... oh YES-S-S, like that."
Lady Worthington, urged on by his excited words, went into a whirlwind of action, her head pounding feverishly back and forth; hairpins scattering all over the closet, her hair-do coming apart at the seams and thrashing wildly with the violent action of her flailing head.
Jenkins tensed and groaned, a great avalanche of hot, sticky sperm spewing from his pulsing gland. Expertly, Lady Worthington gulped down each succeeding blast, not a drop escaping her painted lips. Even after he was juiceless, she nursed on the deflated organ, cooing little words of love at it as though it were separate and apart from the ancient butler.
Finally she rose to her feet, towering over him in her stiletto-heels, a dreamy expression on her face. "Now that that's taken care of precious, let's get our evidence."
They both peered into the bedroom. It was empty, even the bed had been made.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Milady, I ... I have a small favor to ask of you," Jenkins groaned as he stared at the naked form of his Mistress lying prone between his splayed limbs, suctioning eagerly on his mighty cudgel, her hands toying with his hairy balls.
"Yes, Jenkins?" Lady Worthington asked, letting his great organ slip wetly from between her painted lips, looking quizzically up at him.
"I've enjoyed your nightly visits so much I just can't tell you."
"Is that why you interrupted me? Just to tell me that," she snapped irritable resuming her sucking.
The first glow of excitement had dimmed to nothingness with the mistress of Worthington Manor. The terms of endearment that she had used so profusely in the closet on that first day, she no longer used. When she had come to her senses she had been repulsed by his age, repulsed by her wanton actions.
But still his enormous cock was a bond between them, an unbreakable bond that constantly drew her to him. She hated herself with a venom for giving in to her cravings, but she was powerless to resist. During the day as she busied herself with her royal chores, she would decide that the night before was the last time she would visit him in his room. But by nightfall she would have that terrible yearning for his giant instrument, and she couldn't wait to see him. She soothed her psyche by treating him shamelessly; letting him know at all times that she was the Lady, and he the butler.
It got to the point where she hated him; hated him for his decrepid appearance, hated him most for the way she was mentally bound to his great penis as firmly as if she were chained.
"N-No Milady," he went on. "My sister in America died and my son will have to come to live with me."
"JENKINS ... you never told me you had a son," she shrieked, his great organ plopping from her painted lips.
"I do, not a legitimate one, but I have a son, Milady," he said proudly. "Fourteen years ago I got a girl from the village in trouble, and she died in childbirth. I sent him to my sister in America.
"Why Jenkins, what a magnificent thing for you to do," she said softly, her disdainful demeanor disappearing for the moment. 'The Crown could have found a home for him."
Her lips became loving, adoring on the head of his cock as they hadn't been since that day in the closet.
"I know Milady, but I never married, I have no other children. I wanted someone to carry on the family name, be what it is," he explained.
As she moved her bee-stung lips over the giant gland, Lady Worthington felt a strange excitement over the coming arrival of the thirteen year old boy. She had been blessed with a daughter, but unfortunately never a son. She hated to admit it to herself, but there was something about teenage boys that excited her. Part of it was maternal, but mostly it was the thought of their wholesome young bodies.
Unlike most women she hated the hairiness, the coarseness of men. Her ideal would be a boy, old enough to provide for a woman's sexual wants, but still young enough to be clean of limb and body. Worthington Manor had never been blessed with such a youth. The stable groom's wife had a teenage daughter, as did one of the maids, but Jenkins' son would be the first boy.
When he arrived Lady Worthington was terribly disappointed. She had envisioned a tall, slender youth with flaxen hair. What arrived was a child who didn't appear to be any older than twelve. He had inherited his father's stature; spindly and short. However, his face was rather handsome, and he did have the flaxen hair that she had pictured.
Lady Worthington and the Duke were about to leave for a banquet when he arrived. She was dressed to the teeth, with all of her war paint on; ravishing in a floor-length gown of white silk that adhered to her ripe curves as though it had been glued in place. She was in the process of tugging on a pair of formal length black lace kid gloves.
"Milord and Lady," Jenkins said proudly, "I'd like you meet my son Percy."
One would have thought that a teenage boy would have been interested in the interior of the medieval Manor, the suits of armour and armaments that abounded there. But not Percy. From the moment he entered his eyes were used for a singleness of purpose, that being to wander eagerly over the rapturous form of Lady Worthington.
A thrill shot through her vitals like a charge of electricity as his big blue eyes seemed to reach out and caress her great, jutting melons, then stare wide-eyed as she worked her fingers into their clinging embrace of exquisite kid.
"Ah-h-h, I think I detect the infancy of a fetish for leather," she thought, then walked over to him and cupped his chin in a gloved hand, saying softly, "We're terribly happy that you've come to live with us, Percy dear ... my, aren't you a handsome little boy."
She cupped his chin longer than was necessary, letting him breathe in the warm aphrodisiac aroma of French perfume blended with the tangy fragrance of soft kid. "Jenkins, I think it might be best that Percy stay in one of the bedroom upstairs, rather than in the servant's quarters. This way if he needs anything during the night he can ring for the night maid." She said it sternly, in the form of an order, then she turned and went to the door, a gloved hand curled around Lord Worthington's arm, her massive breasts swaying heavily. Soft, white flesh billowed over the bodice of her low-cut gown, and the great globes of her rump, clearly defined by the skin-tight material, jiggled almost as much as her great breasts.
In short when Lady Worthington moved it was a monumental event. Everything, all of her incredible amount of soft, pliable pulchritude, went into violent action.
And it wasn't wasted on little Percy. Raised by his aunt in the coal mine section of West Virginia, he had never seen anyone with the bearing of Lady Worthington. It was elegant and aristocratic, yet due to her ripe charms, sensuous and devestating. Her complexion, nurtured by England's damp climate, was incredibly smooth and milk-white.
After she had left, Percy found himself wondering what her body would look like underneath that tight gown. How blazing white and huge her breasts would be once released from the confinement of her bra cups.
"Dad, I'm awful tired. I wonder if...."
"Percy, in England you call your father, father, not dad," Jenkins interrupted. "Father, I'd like to go to bed."
"I'll have Flossie, the upstairs maid, take you up and give you a room. Now don't start feeling uppity just because you're going to be living on the same floor as Lord and Lady Worthington. You must always remember that they are of royal blood, and while in America that doesn't mean much, here it means everything. You are merely the son of a servant and you must always keep your place." 'Yes, Father," Percy sighed sadly, realizing what vast distances this put between him and the beauteous mistress of the household.
Although utterly fatigued, Percy found that he couldn't go to sleep. His body was tired, but his mind was wide awake, super-charged, racing like mad. He kept tossing and turning, visions of great tossing breasts, soft white arms encased in shimmering black kid gloves, filled his mind to overbrimming. Occasionally the plump, but incredibly voluptuous figure of the maid that had led him to his room entered the picture. Was there no end to feminine pulchritude in this household? Finally he fell asleep.
* * *
At the banquet Lady Worthington found it difficult to concentrate on the chit-chat she was engaged in with the Baroness Melechamp who sat next to her at the long banquet table. Her mind was filled with thoughts of the child who must now be sleeping in his bed. How sweet and pure his body would be if his night clothes were stripped away. Had he reached puberty yet? Had his tiny testicles come down, and his penis begun to lengthen into manhood? Would his groin be hairless and virginal? Or would there be just the first sprouting of pubic hairs?
She was startled out of her trance by a slender hand that had found its way through the long slit that ran up the side of her gown to rest on a silken thigh. "Oh my deah I hope you don't mind, but I simply had to touch them," the Baroness whispered. "Where on earth did you find them? I've never seen hose so sheer."
"Oh ... oh my stockings," Lady Worthington stammered, her sex juices beginning to churn as the hand began to move caressingly over the incredibly smooth nylon. "I get them in a little shop in Soho, of all places. I'm ashamed to say that they cater primarily to kept women and prostitutes. Do you think black is in poor taste with my white gown?"
"Oh no, my deah, they repeat the shade of your exquisite kid gloves. They're in excellent taste," the Baroness whispered, her hand sliding slowly upwards, curling onto the inside of a hot, meaty thigh.
"I wish I could be sure. All of the men have been staring at me tonight."
"My deah Lady Worthington, men would stare at you if you were wearing a burlap sack." The hand was making no pretenses now; it was high above the stocking top, the jeweled fingers barely touching the bulging pouch of her pussy-stuffed panties.
"Oh-h-h-h that feels so goo-o-o-o-d," Lady Worthington moaned, scissoring her silken limbs wide.
The Baroness Melechamp was quite a dish in her own right. Of French descent, extremely sultry and exotic looking. Willowy of body, with long, pointed breasts that punched out at the flimsy fabric of her skin-tight gown like over-sized ice-cream cones.
Like Lady Worthington, diamonds and other precious gems seemed to glitter everywheres, and her gem encrusted fingers were snagging repeatedly on the material of Lady Worthington's tight skirt as she maneuvered them deftly under her taut panties. "I want it to fee-e-e-e-l good, you ravishing creature," she whispered huskily as a talon-tipped forefinger wriggled into her syrupy pussy. "Can't we go upstairs? I've been going out of my mind to take the clothes off of that luscious body of yours ever since we met last year."
She sloshed the skewered finger back and forth over the swelling bud of Lady Worthington's clitoris to show her what delights of the flesh awaited her if she accompanied her upstairs; thrusting it in deeper and flicking a three carat diamond over the same spot.
Excruciating pleasure-pains wracked the Mistress of Worthington Manor's pussy as she moaned. "Let's hurry you luscious bitch, before I begin to scream."
The dinner was just ending and all the men adjourned to the billiard room, while the women wandered into the great center hall with its Jacobean beamed ceiling and baroque furniture. All, that is, but the Baroness Melechamp, and Lady Worthington who casually climbed the great circular staircase, chatting loudly about affairs of court.
However, once they stepped out of sight into the upstairs hallway, raw, unadulterated lust replaced their casual demeanor.
Lady Worthington's insides had been seething with desire from the start. Not for the Baroness, but for that adorable child that now lay asleep in his bed at Worthington Manor. The Baroness's hand had triggered a seething cauldron of desire inside her and she needed release.
With a cry she plunged her hands into the Baroness's bodice and dug tenacious gloved fingers into the springy melons she found there. "Ou-u-u you sweet lover girl," the Baroness moaned, cupping Lady Worthington's giant hillocks in her palms and hefting them, marveling at their incredible weight. "Let's hurry, I can't wait."
They went as fast as their skin-tight, floor length frocks and stilt heels would permit into the nearest bedroom and locked the door behind them, then wildly tore at one another's gowns til both were in a heap on the floor. They glued their painted lips together, their tongues darting out to lave the insides of their mouths as they unhooked each other's bras.
As they filtered to the floor they mashed their great breasts together, meshing them like fleshy cogs on a cog wheel. With a wild cry the Baroness tore herself free and hoisted an enormous melon to her lips, clamping her lush red mouth over the nipple and suctioning as much of the saucer-sized aureole into her mouth as she could. Her tongue darted out to flog the nipple into further erection, nipping it sharply with her teeth.
"OH YES-S-S-S," Lady Worthington shrieked. "I LOVE that ... bite it baby ... HARD."
The Baroness felt the salty taste of blood as she sank her teeth into the enormous nipple, marveling that it was as large as some cocks she had sucked, only sweeter, much sweeter.
With a loud shriek, Lady Worthington, stumbling awkwardly on her sky-high heels, ran to the bed and threw herself down on it, splaying her black nylon encased limbs as wide as she could, and kicking them spasmodically in wanton invitation, her head tossing wildly from side to side on the pillow. "Come and suck my pussy lover girl ... SUCK it before I go mad," she screamed, completely out of her head with carnal raving now.
"My GOD, what a luscious pussy you have," The Baroness wailed as she dashed across the room and scrambled onto the bed, crawling between Lady Worthington scissoring legs. "Just as big and juicy as I knew it would be."
There was no delicate love-play, no gentle words of endearment as you might expect of two feminine lovers. They both were too far gone for that. With a shriek the Baroness swooped down on the great, hairy pussy and socked her eager face into the steaming crotch, her tongue extended to an incredible length before her, skewered deep into the scented depths of her vagina to wriggle about madly over the slippery tissues.
Lady Worthington's scream almost shook the window panes in the ancient arched window as she ground her great hips upwards, mashing her big pussy into the face that was creating such fantastic sensations within her.
"The clitoris, precious," she shrieked. "Clamp those juicy red lips of yours over it ... OH YES-S-S-S ... oh my GOD I've never been so thrilled."
Pressing her feet against the footboard, the Baroness began to piston herself into Lady Worthington's torrid crotch, her tongue extended and using it like a penis as she rammed her face repeatedly into the hairy bush that covered her pussy.
With a scream that rocked the room, Lady Worthington came, a great gushing torrent that bathed the Baroness's face with its torrid elixir.
She lay mewing between Lady Worthington's now relaxed limbs, eagerly lapping up the delectable fluid as her lover said casually, "Shall we retire to the billiard room and join the men my deah? Perhaps we can find a big fat penis down there that can take care of you."
CHAPTER SIX
Lady Worthington's relief was short-lived. By the time they got downstairs to join the others her pussy was rapidly filling up again as she thought of that sweet child whose bedroom would be so close to hers when she returned.
Feigning a headache, she and the Lord made an early departure. Their chauffeur whisked them along the darkened country roads in the big Rolls Royce as they sat side by side in the back. She stared into the blackness, her mind filled with visions of the young boy that awaited her; the boy that somehow she must have at all costs because it was becomming an obsession with her.
"My deah you look particularly ravishing tonight," Lord Worthington murmured excitedly, sliding his little rump along the seat closer to her.
"I always try to look nice for you," she replied.
"The men couldn't take their eyes off you all evening," he went on.
"Oh you know I always affect men like that."
"Yes," he sighed. "I know, but tonight you affected me too."
"In what way?"
"Look for yourself."
She glanced over at him and noticed nothing. Then her eyes wandered down over his slender form, and in the dim light she could see a great protrusion in his tight Italian cut trousers.
"Good heavens, it's about time you paid a little attention to me," she said icily. "What on earth brought that on?"
"Just the sight of you, my deah," he whispered, reaching out and cupping a great, jutting melon, his tiny hand sinking from sight in its foam rubber-softness. "You're mouthwatering breasts have been driving me crazy all night."
"They're the exact same breasts that you see around the Manor all day," she snapped. "What's so different about them tonight?"
"Oh I suppose its a combination of things. Your exquisite perfume. The devestating gown that shows off your remarkable figure to its best advantage. That slit up the side that reveals your marvelous legs in sensuous black hose. The whiteness of your complexion. Your stunning beauty. All of these things make you the most desirable woman I've ever known."
"You mean then that in order for you to show any interest in your wife, she has to get all dolled up for you," she said in a tone tinged with sarcasm.
'Your twisting my words, my deah," he said somewhat irritably. "As you very well know I have desire for you when you're in a simple house frock."
"Not very often lately I'm afraid," she sighed.
"Well I'll make up for it when we arrive at the Manor, my deah. I can assure you of that," he said proudly, clutching his great boner at the root and crudely shaking it at her.
"Wouldn't you know the old bastard would pick tonight of all nights to get the hots for me," she thought with dismay, then said aloud, "I hate to miss the opportunity of taking advantage of one of your erections my deah ... they're so few and far between. But as you know I have a splitting headache, and I couldn't even consider it."
"When I split that luscious pussy of yours with this my deah." He shook his great hardon lewdly once again. "You'll soon forget your headache."
Lady Worthington was devestated. She dare not refuse her husband; not a member of the House of Lords, whose words were law. Yet she simply had to start her sensual program with Percy that night, or she wouldn't sleep a wink.
Then her lush, painted lips broke into a smile as she knew what she must do, but she had to hurry for they were a scant twenty minutes away from the Manor. "Darling-g-g," she purred, reaching out and caressing the side of his face with her gloved fingers, letting them wander close to his nostrils so that he couldn't miss their sensuous fragrance. "Do you like the gloves that I'm wearing tonight? Aren't they terribly glamorous?"
"Yes they are my deah, but why do you ask?"
"Well the Baroness Melechamp was admiring them when we went upstairs to freshen up."
"Yes, I noticed that you went upstairs with her. Is that why you stayed away so long?"
"Yes, my love," she purred, wriggling closer and sinking his upper arm into a giant globe. "She said ... oh it's too naughty, I shouldn't tell you."
"Oh come on tell me," he said with rising interest.
"S-She said that lots of men get a special sort of thrill when a woman handles their penis with gloved hands, kid gloved hands."
"I can't imagine why. I would feel rather cheated that it wasn't your bare hands."
"I know, I thought that too," she whispered excitely. "But the Baroness says that it's true just the same." As she spoke, her gloved fingers groped in the darkness for the tab to his zipper. Finding it, she slowly pulled it down.
When the cool English night air caressed his steaming loins, the diminutive Lord started and exclaimed, "MY DEAH ... what on earth are you doing? Weatherby will see."
"Oh he has to pay attention to his driving. Anyway he can't see down there through the rear-view mirror." she pleaded, her gloved fingers probing through the opening in his shorts.
"They're COLD," he shrieked as the cool kid encountered his fevered penis."
"Oh they'll soon warm up precious," she purred. "Just give them the chance. I'm terribly excited now that I've felt that rock-hard noble penis of yours ... here I have it, just wait a moment."
She withdrew her hand and rubbed it briskly together with the other one til the friction warmed the exquisite kid. Then she slipped it back into his fly, this time encircling his slender stalk with tenacious gloved fingers. 'There ... isn't that warmer?"
"Yes ... a-and I must confess that there is something to be said for the sensation they create. They feel so soft and ... and terribly exciting."
"Oh let me take it out," she pleaded. "I haven't seen it like this in such a long time. I'll keep it all nice and warm with my gloved hands."
Lady Worthington didn't wait for an answer. She had to bend his long, thin penis almost double to get it out of his fly, but she managed, crying out joyfully as it sprang from her fingers to thump the air vigorously, strings of seminal-drippings nipping about the car.
"OH what a fierce erection you have tonight Milord." On very special ocassions, where she wanted to cater to her husband, usually to get something out of him; Lady Worthington would refer to her husband as "Milord", showing him that she knew that royal blood flowed only in his veins, as she had acquired her title by marriage.
"My deah ... I ... I've never known you to be so ... so forward shall we say," he gasped, gasping again as she placed her gloved hands, one above the other on his stiff organ. "I rawther like it."
With tantalizing slowness Lady Worthington began to slide her hands up and down on her husband's long, thin penis, her kid sheathed fingers encircling it and clinging like bands of steel. She slid one hand down and titilated his hardened balls with a gloved forefinger, pressing it deep into the spongy surface and wriggling it about.
Then the hands were together on his thin shaft once again, moving with increasing momentum. Seminal fluid was pouring from the slit in his cock-head and running in a steady stream down his shaft, working its way under her clinging fingers and lubricating them with nature's oil.
"Oh Milord how I want you tonight," she purred, beginning to jerk harder, increasing the strength of her grip. "How I want this royal, this gigantic, penis of yours deep in my burning pussy ... I must get him in a prime state of readiness for me."
"H-He's already in a prime state of readiness ... don't you think?" he gasped. "I've never seen him so big."
"And neither have I Milord," she purred, stroking harder. "What a magnificent fellow he is tonight."
Lord Worthington felt an excruciating crescendo building up in his testicles, and he knew that orgasm was approaching. "Easy my deah, we don't want an ejaculation. I have other plans for that," he protested, reaching out and gripping her gloved arms and attempting to slow down the vigor of her jerking.
But Lady Worthington was far stronger than her husband as she went into a whirlwind of action. She began to jerk on the stiff penis mightily, so violently in fact that a delicious pleasure pain was added to the other exquisite sensations that were wracking the Lord's groin.
"OH BABY ... COME for me," she shrieked as she began to yank down on his stiff organ with long powerful strokes, all the way from his throbbing gland to his balls. "Blast a hole in the roof for your loving baby Milord."
"NO-NO," he screamed, twisting wildly about in a vain attempt to escape. "NOT NOW-W-W-W-W-w-w-w-w."
His voice trailed off to a whisper as the first spurt came, the sticky white glob curving in a graceful arc almost to the car roof; followed by others of lessening intensity. Finally his shrunken penis lay pulsing in her saturated gloved hands, tiny spurts of the white come still emanating from it.
"Milord, what an awesome display you put on for me tonight," Lady Worthington murmured triumphantly.
"But ... but what about when we get home?" he gasped in a shrill whine. "You know it takes me at least a day to get charged up again.
"Don't worry Milord," she smiled, tucking his limp penis back into his trousers and zipping him up. 'There will be other nights."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lady Worthington was glowing with pride over the way she had side-tracked her husband as she entered the medieval manor. She knew from past experiences that he would be asleep the moment his head hit the pillow after the violent going over she had given him.
As they went up the staircase towards the bedrooms she told him that due to her headache it might be better if he slept in one of the spare bedrooms tonight, since she didn't want to disturb him if the pain kept her awake. He agreed, and a few minutes later she could hear him snoring down the hall.
She started to remove her gloves, then thinking better of it, tip-toed across the hall to Percy's room. Slowly she opened the door and peered in. His face looked beautiful in the soft rays of the moonlight that filtered through the massive French windows, and she was startled to see that his big blue eyes were wide open, luminous looking as he stared at her standing in the doorway.
"Good evening ma'am, did you enjoy your banquet?" he asked, a nervous ring to his voice.
"Oh, aren't you a darling to ask that," she purred. "I had a headache and had to return early Percy. I thought I'd look in and see if you were alright ... is there anything I can get for you?"
She walked towards him in little mincing steps due to the tightness of her gown, allowing her lush hips to sway provocatively, casually smoothing out the wrinkles in her long gloves as she remembered how intrigued he had seemed over them earlier.
"No ma'am ... I'm O.K.," he murmured. "Gee, but you're beautiful."
"That's the sweetest compliment I've had tonight, Percy dear," she smiled, patting his face with a gloved hand as she bent over him, her gigantic melons plunging down and almost popping over the top of her low-cut gown. She stayed in that position for a long moment, letting him sink his gaze into the vast depths of her cleavage, then straightened and left the room.
That ought to be enough, she thought. Enough of a display of her awesome pulchritude to get him to want to see more. If not she would show him a little bit more on the following night, and so on til he took the bait.
She entered her bedroom which was directly across the hall, leaving the door open. She switched on a standing lamp, and seeing that its rays didn't shine into his room, she moved it over til it did. Then she stood between the lamp and her doorway, satisfied when she saw her shadow etched along the floor and part way up one wall in his room.
Standing so that her profile was cast into his room, the enormity of her bust exaggerated beyond belief, she slid her shoulder straps down over her gloved arms and wormed her hips as she tugged the tight gown over their jutting contours.
In his bed Percy's eyes were almost bugging out of his head. He saw the shadow of the dress as it slipped to the floor, the shadow of her enormous globes jiggled wildly in the exaggerated shadow as she bent to pick it up.
Then to his horror she was gone, only the rectangular shaped light now shining in his room. Shaking with excitement and anxious anticipation of what he might see, Percy slid from his bed and crept to the door. He had taken the bait at first go-off, as the English say.
He peered around his doorway and there she was, peeling a lacy black slip over her head, her massive, jutting breasts in the flimsy confinement of a tiny black lace bra, the upper and lower edges cutting deep into their awesome contours. Her waist was-nipped in by an exquisite black lace foundation garment, that had numerous pencil-thin garter straps leading down to the tops of her gossamer black hose.
Percy felt a strange, wondrous sensation in his groin, and his penis began to slide down one pajama leg towards erection. These garments, or similar garments weren't entirely new to him. He had seen them in a well thumbed "girlie" book that he had left behind him in America; but never had he seen them on a live woman before, and a fantastic woman at that.
She sat down before her dressing table and picked up a hair brush. She began to brush her long raven tresses, her enormous breasts swinging between her upraised arms, seemingly about to burst free of the constraining brassiere so jet black against her creamy-white skin.
She paused for a moment and set the hair brush down. Arching her back and thrusting her ribcage forward, she reached behind her to unsnap the body strap to the bra and peeled it off. As each giant globe bounded free of its confining cups, it swung down, bouncing and jiggling liquidly.
She went back to her brushing, those huge, maddening breasts bouncing up and down fluidly as she went on with her task. Percy tore his eyes away from her breasts for a moment, permitting the to wander elsewhere. The wealth of flesh at her thighs, so lush and swelling, so terribly white and gleaming above the blackness of her hose.
She cupped one luscious globe and lifted it up, swinging it out and away from her ribcage. She peered at the immense brownish nipple, pinching it exploratively as if it were the first time she'd seen it. As she stared down at the great orb, she began to turn on her dressing table bench, turn towards Percy who was standing paralyzed in his doorway.
Her silken knees splayed wide and he saw it-that hairy, mysterious forbidden triangle of her lush pussy, the long red slash of it plainly seen through the mass of black tendrils.
A wicked smile came over her face, for although still peering down at her breasts, her peripheral vision informed her that his pathetic little form was standing there, his eyes gaping wide as he stared at her. Then suddenly the smile disappeared, to be replaced by an incredulous expression. Were her eyes playing tricks, or was that a gigantic cock poking straight out at the loose material of his pajamas?
She snapped her head up and stared at him, an expression of shocked disbelief replacing her incredulous look. It was true, a monster seemed to be loose in Percy's pajama bottoms; thrashing wildly about as though attempting to free itself, like a netted Elephant.
"PERCY," she snapped, her eyebrows knitting in feigned anger. "You have been a terribly naughty boy for peeking at me. I will not permit any peeping tom's in this household, and for that you must be severely punished."
Percy began to sob, and like a toppling redwood, his great penis began to lower from its horizontal position, the tent pole shrinking and shrinking til the protrusion disappeared entirely.
Lady Worthington was demoralized. She had gone too far. In her attempt to seem innocent of any interest in the child she had frightened him, and the most magnificent boner she had ever had the good fortune to see was gone; perhaps gone forever for her, at least unless she corrected things immediately.
However there was a terrible problem. She had threatened him with punishment, and she couldn't let it seem that the loss of his hard-on could sway her from that threat. There was some solace in the fact that there was brutal, body injuring punishment, and there was delicious, exciting punishment, something she revelled in for it satiated her masochistic tendencies.
"Go to your room and get into bed," she snapped, a fierce expression on her face, but inside she was smiling, for despite the sobs that were wracking his pitiful little frame, his big blue eyes still stared boldly at her hairy pussy, so enchanting in its frame of black garter straps, hose and foundation garment.
He turned and disappeared into his room. She picked up her most expensive bottle of perfume and annointed her intimate parts with the little glass rod; sliding it lasciviously into her big pussy to titilate the knubby clitoris. Then, although she treasured this perfume more than any she had ever possessed, she poured the entire contents of the bottle into her gloved palms and massaged the precious liquid into the soft kid.
All the while her mind was racing wildly. His giant penis was a completely unexpected bonanza. Obviously he had inherited it from his father. She wondered why she hadn't considered the possibility, for she knew that such things happened. She had used old Jenkins' giant penis as merely an instrument, closing her eyes to his antiquity, ignoring his repulsiveness.
Now however she had the opportunity of opportunities, the chance to have a penis that from where she sat had seemed even larger than his father's, and all of the youthful vigor of a teenager to go with it. No, she hadn't been foolish in using up the whole bottle of her most prized perfume, not if it helped one small iota in her seduction of the handsome lad.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Little Percy was petrified. What terrible fate awaited him at the hands of the massive Mistress of Worthington Manor? He had heard that such ancient estates had medieval torture chambers in their dungeons. Had his offense been severe enough to warrant that?
As the pulchritudinous Lady Worthington pranced in on her stilletto heels, her vast naked breasts flopping wildly up and down on her ribcage, the long garter straps cutting deeply into her meaty buttocks, and then loosening with her short, mincing steps; Percy stared at her, not in awe but in fear.
He cringed as he saw that she still held the silver hairbrush in her hand, but now she was cracking the open gloved palm of the other menacingly with it. "And you should shake with fright my child," she said fiercely. "For you have broken one of the most important rules of this household. Now lie still and don't move a muscle or I shall be forced to smash those pretty features of yours with this brush."
As you can well imagine little Percy didn't move a muscle as the Mistress of Worthington Manor hovered over him, her gigantic breasts swinging down and away from her body like succulent watermelons on the vine. Incredibly when she reached down with gloved fingers to unbutton his pajama top, the nipples stretched almost as far down as her hands, brushing against his chest as the elongated breasts swayed ponderously from side to side.
The pajama top gaped open as her fingers nervously worked at the buttons, exposing his pitifully thin chest, as white as the sheets that he lay on.
Then her hands were untying the strings to his pajama bottoms, separating the flaps to reveal his long, limp penis lying demurely between two incredibly massive hair-flecked testicles.
She stood staring down at the amazing display of masculinity, so completely out of place on his poor little body, marveling at the stud he already was at the early age of thirteen. Then suddenly the fierce, dominating expression returned to her eyes as she pointed an imperious gloved forefinger at the center of the bed. "Now move over to the center of the bed and lay on your side facing me."
As he did so his giant penis rolled from its nesting place between his testicles and curled down onto the sheet, to he there like a length of plastic hose that had been heated by the sun. His great balls tumbled from between his legs, and they too lay on the sheet, fully extended in their long, fleshy sacks.
"Now I am going to put you through what has been known for generations in the Worthington household as 'the ten minute respect test.'"
"W-What is that?" he sobbed fearfully, his frail body beginning to quiver all over.
"It is a test to see just how much respect the offending servant has for his master or in this case mistress. I shall hold your penis in my gloved fist, and spank that skinny rump of yours with my hair brush. I shall spank it very gently, but only so long as your penis remains limp. If for ten minutes it remains limp, you have proven to me that you have respect for me, and hold no lascivious thoughts in your mind concerning me. If however your penis begins to grow, as I rather suspect it will since you had the affrontry to stare at me in such an obscene way; then I will increase the intensity of my spanking in direct proportion to the length to which your penis will extend."
"B-But Milady ... t-that doesn't seem quite fair," he pleaded. "As you can see my penis is much larger than average, so it puts me at a terrible disadvantage."
Lady Worthington had to fight to keep from breaking down completely and smothering the handsome boy with her vast bosom. How clever and astute he was. Also it startled her a bit that he knew how unusual his penis was; but of course, he must have discovered this fact in the locker room at school.
"That is your misfortune to have such a huge penis," she snapped as she slid the great round globes of her naked ass onto the sheets beside him and picked his long, limp pecker up in a gloved hand.
As large a woman as she was, her long fingers were only able to encircle less than half of the great girth of it, the remaining portion hanging down limply, the giant knob bulging under the protecting foreskin.
She had fully expected it to leap towards erection the moment he experienced the sensation of the exquisite kid on his male flesh; but it didn't, it just lay there softly, throbbing in her gloved hand.
She reached across his body and began to tap his hard buttocks gently with the flat silver part of the hair brush, at the same time beginning to slide her hand back and forth on his soft penis with agonizing slowness.
"I don't think that's fair either," he protested boldly. "You didn't say that you were supposed to jerk me off too."
"WHAT did you say?" she shrieked. "Where did you learn that terrible expression?"
"T-That's what the kids in school used to call it," he answered sheepishly.
"That figures, only in America could they come out with anything that crude," she snapped, mortified that he had caught her breaking the rules of their little game. "However you are right. I didn't realize that my hand was moving, and I shan't do it again."
Lady Worthington was frantic. At least five minutes had gone by and there was still no sign of life in his pecker. She had invented this pretense on the spur of the moment, and she realized that she hadn't been to clever about it. She was caught in a bind. She couldn't move the hand that was holding his penis, and until it started to harden, she couldn't spank him with the intensity that was needed to create the hard-on she was seeking.
Then a wicked smile came over her face as she saw his great blue eyes staring intently at the mammoth melons that were jiggling wildly from the movement of her spanking arm. Slowly, very slowly, she slide her great ass along the sheets until her breasts were dangling directly over his face. She hovered over him thusly for a while, letting the mouthwatering nipples sway temptingly back and forth, a scant inch from his now drooling mouth. She leaned down and twisted her torso from side to side, the big hard nipples slapping back and forth over his soft wet lips.
"You can lick or suck on them if you wish Percy," Lady Worthington said, unable to hide the excitement in her voice. 'That has nothing to do with the test."
The next time a nipple came by, Percy clamped his little mouth down on it hard, but the momentum of her gigantic globe tugged it free.
"Use your hands silly," she chided. "You'll never catch it that way."
The words were hardly out of her mouth when his hands flew upwards, sinking deep into the massive, pliable orb. And this time when he gobbled up the giant appendage his hands held the football shaped melon in place as though it were exactly that, with both hands on either side.
Lady Worthington moaned, but it wasn't only because of the torrid mouth that was sucking avidly on her swollen nipple, it was more from the fact that she felt for the first time a hardening of the long cock that she held in her gloved hand.
Never had she been so crazed with wild lust. Never had she craved a cock as much as the beauty that she held in her hand, a hand that through a great exertion of will power she still managed to keep motionless. She wanted to jerk on it with long, powerful strokes til it stuck up straight from his pitiful torso, the foreskin peeled back, the giant gland pulsing with youthful vigor, just begging to be kissed. But she dare not; she had at all costs to maintain the pretense that she was punishing him; maintain her domination over the handsome child.
"You naughty-naughty boy you DID have evil intentions when you watched me undressing," she scolded, holding his long pecker up to show him how much longer, how much thicker it had become.
She increased the tempo of her spanking as the great cock continued to lengthen, now the great head and four or five inches of fat stalk protruding from her gloved fist. She shook her fist a bit and the giant gland swayed heavily from side to side, seminal drippings flipping down onto the sheets, some of it splattering onto her gossamer silken thighs.
"Ou-u look what you've done now you naughty boy, you've soiled my stockings." She bent down and ran her tongue along the little silvery trails that shown brightly against the blackness of her hose, making little mewing sounds of contentment as she savoured it.
The sweet, boyish youthfulness of the taste ignited new fires in her hot pussy, and she began to belabor his hard ass visciously with the hairbrush. She was hiting him so hard that the blows sent his cock reeling forwards in her fierce grasp, creating just as much delicious friction as if she were jerking him hard.
Now she had him, she had to make no excuses for her bestial beating, and his cock was growing and growing as it jerked about in her hand. His frail little body shook convulsively on the sheets as he sobbed his little heart out, and fearing that someone might come to see what was causing the disturbance, she tossed the hairbrush onto the floor.
She licked her lush, painted lips into gleaming wetness as she stared in disbelief at the giant cock she held in her hand, her gloved fingers clinging tenaciously as it thrashed about wildly with the pounding of his pulse.
Through all the beating, through all his sobbing, he still clung desperately to her gigantic breast, his little mouth clamped tight over the tremendously extended nipple. He grated his teeth over the pebbly surfaces of the great concave aureole while his tongue instinctively flogged the rock-hard appendage into further erection.
"Well Percy, the test is over and you failed it miserably," Lady Worthington said severely, trying with might and main to disguise the tempetuous emotions that were seething through her vitals. "However, you bore up under your punishment well, and for that you are to be congratulated. I'm afraid the raised initials on the hairbrush ripped the skin a bit on your rump, and it needs soothing ... do you know how nature has animals soothe their wounds, Percy?"
"T-They lick them, Milady," he sobbed.
"That's correct, and do you know what happens when the animal can't reach his wounds to lick them?"
"N-No, Milady."
"His mate licks them for him, Percy," she whispered, her lips lush and shining from their coating of saliva, puckering suggestively. "But since you have no mate Percy, I shall do it for you."
"Y-You-u-u-u?" he asked incredulously.
As though he were a five pound sack of potatoes, the Mistress of Worthington Manor spun him around in the bed so that now he was on his side again, but this time with his lacerated buttocks facing her, her gloved hand on the far side still clutching his great penis, beginning to move it idly back and forth, the fingers clinging fiercely.
She leaned down, her enormous breasts cascading down to bounce gelatinously on the sheets, and ran her tongue along a trickle of blood that was oozing out of a fiery-red welt. His great long penis became a wild thing in her hand as she began to cover his little buttocks with juicy, smacking kisses. "Oh-h-h you poor child, the brush must have slipped into your little crease, it looks all red and sore in there," she whispered huskily.
Starting at the juncture of his balls, she ran her tongue wetly along the long, smooth crack of his ass; bringing it back and pausing at the puckered anus. She tormented the wrinkled tid-bit with the tip of her tongue, flicking it in a circular fashion over the pulsating perimeter; her gloved hand greased by nature's oil, sliding back and forth on his tremendous rod like a well oiled piston. "Percy dear, does it feel better now?" she murmured as she wedged her pointed tongue into his anus a bit and wriggled it about vigorously.
"Milady," he gasped, his little bottom bouncing about on the sheets ecstatically," it feels WONDERFUL!"
Lady Worthington never wanted anything more than she wanted to spin him onto his back and devour his enormous boy-cock with her full, fruity lips. To just feel its immensity pulsating in the hot confines of her mouth, her cheeks at the exploding point from the sheer magnitude of it. But she knew that she mustn't. If he ever once suspected how absolutely crazy mad she was for his great penis, what power it could enable him to have over her, her queenly position in the household would come to an end.
No, she had to be clever about it, as she had been up til now. Figure out little ways to tease him, torment him, til in his excitement he made the overt act that would open the door to that king-sized penis of his.
Her tongue was pistoning in and out of his rectal canal now, both of her gloved hands on his great organ moving back and forth in unison, the upper capping and uncapping the massive gland as the fingers encircled the foreskin.
"OU-U-U-U MILADY," he shrieked. "I've never felt like this ... my pecker ... it's all hot and tingly ... please don't stop."
"No if you don't want me to, Percy," she murmured. "Your penis is so swollen and hard from your spanking it has to be massaged or you'll never be able to get to sleep tonight."
Some wispy little pubic hairs became ensnared around the buttons that held her glove closed at the wrist, but the resultant tugging pleasure pains were excruciatingly delicious.
"Ou-u-u ... I feel funny inside," he moaned. "Like something's about to burst."
With long powerful strokes, Lady Worthington began to yank down on his enormous penis, devestating pleasure-pains soaring down the extreme length of his pulsating organ to explode like a charge of dynamite in his balls as she stretched his foreskin taut on the downstroke.
She felt him tense and she skewered her tongue as far as she could into the tight, restricting ring of his anus. With great, pulsating spasms he spewed out the contents of his balls onto the sheets; splashing in great sticky white globs on the far edge of the bed. Then as their intensity diminished, landing closer and closer to his creaming penis, til finally it dribbled out in a thick string onto the sheet.
"Good gracious, Flossie will be furious," she exclaimed, scrambling onto her silken knees, the long black garter straps cutting deeply into her meaty ass as she crawled around lapping madly at the piles of white come. "She changed the sheets only just this morning."
CHAPTER NINE
The next day Lady Worthington's daughter Tricia home from school on her summer vacation. She had inherited her mother's generous bosom, but otherwise they were entirely different. Small and short-waisted, with unbelievably long, shapely legs. Her full, jutting breasts, and long limbs gave her the impression of being all bust and legs, with scarcely any torso, an extremely sexy dish indeed.
She scarcely paid any attention to Percy when Lady Worthington introduced her to him, concentrating all of her interest on her mother.
"Oh Mother, you'll never know how much I've missed you," Tricia exclaimed as they embraced, their big busts mashing together. "Can't we go upstairs to your room? I have just scads of things to tell you."
"Tell me?" Lady Worthington teased, a bright twinkle in her lovely eyes. "It'll have to be later pet, we'll be having dinner soon."
"But you know dad always stops for his pint of bitters at the local after he's been at the House of Lords," she pleaded. "We always have a late dinner when he's been there."
"Oh alright, you impatient little minx," Lady Worthington gave in. "Perhaps you can help me dress for dinner."
"Oh MOTHER MAY I," Tricia exclaimed excitedly, literally dragging her towards the staircase.
"Yes you may ... if you promise not to be naughty," Lady Worthington laughed.
Percy, who had been sitting unseen behind the security of a high-backed armchair, was confused by their conversation. How could a mother and daughter sound so intimate? What did she mean when she asked her to promise that she wouldn't be naughty? Somehow the comic book that he had been reading didn't interest him anymore. The thought of Tricia peeling the clothes off of that magnificent body, unveiling those fantastic breasts, caused his pecker to harden in his trousers. Perhaps they would forget to close the door. Perhaps he could see his beloved in the nude once again.
He sprang from his chair and made his way up the great, winding staircase. A thin shaft of light down the hall caused his heart to skip a beat; the door was ajar. He tip-toed down the hall, and before he got to the doorway he could hear their conversation. 'Tricia, your breasts have grown tremendously since I last saw you. You haven't been letting the boys paw them I hope."
"Oh no Mother ... you know I don't like boys." Percy was startled by the emphasis she put on "boys", as though there was something else that she was more interested in. "They just grew of their own accord. I'm not wearing any bra, I've grown out of all mine."
"That's pretty obvious, precious. The way they were bouncing about in your blouse, with the nipples sticking out like a couple of clothes pins, I could tell right away. You'll have to wear one tonight though, you know how you affect your father."
"I know Mother, but what can I do?"
"Perhaps if I took a tuck in the body band of one of mine it would do for tonight. You're so big now, my cup size should be just about right for you."
"Oh, your fingers are so gentle ... I've missed you Mother." Tricia's voice was dreamy, far away.
"My precious little girl hasn't forgotten then?"
"Forgotten, how could I mother?"
"My ... your bust is so big that it's stretched your blouse so tight I can hardly unbutton it ... what delectable treasures must be inside."
"They're all yours Mother ... I ... I think they just grew from longing for you ... oh-h-h-h Mother."
Percy peeked through the partially open door and saw that Lady Worthington wasn't unbuttoning her daughter's blouse; she was tenderly wriggling two index fingers over the extended nipples, far more swollen now under the taut silk blouse than he had seen them previously. Half of the buttons were undone, and the blouse gaped open, exposing the upper halves of the magnificent breasts, and the deep, shadowy valley of her cleavage between.
Tricia stood with her eyes closed, her breathing increasing in tempo as her mother kept stroking, stroking the swollen nipples.
"My how they respond," Lady Worthington whispered softly.
"They always respond to you Mother," Tricia gasped, gasping again as the long fingers disappeared beneath the blouse and moved smoothly over the soft flesh, it glimmering in the late afternoon sunlight.
With a low whimper Tricia reached up and deftly opened the remaining buttons, and the blouse gaped open revealing her great, jutting melons with Lady Worthington's hands now cupping their undersides, jiggling them so that they quivered fluidly in her hands. "Now let me help you out of your blouse, precious ... I love it when you stand there passively and place yourself in your Mother's loving, adoring hands ... now your skirt dear ... my, your black lace half-slip looks exciting with your white thighs gleaming through like that ... but I want it off, we don't want a thing to get in the way do we pet?"
Soon Tricia was standing there in only her pussy-stuffed panties, and sheer copper-toned hose held up by a garter belt that was only an inch wide black satin strap girdling her waist. The lush softness of her seemed to fill the room, her long silvery-blonde tresses curling gracefully over her smooth, soft shoulders, the round, meaty arms hanging submissively by her side. The great, protruding breasts rising and falling like an undulating sea as her breath continued to quicken. The incredibly long legs, exaggerated by her sky-high stiletto heels, shinning in their sheathing of gossamer nylon.
"My, you have grown into a big girl haven't you," Lady Worthington whispered excitedly, her lovely eyes glued to the bulging panties. "Why, your darling little panties are all soaked where they cover your delicious cunny, and it makes them crystal clear ... oh DARLING you've become a woman, a magnificent woman ... here let me pull them down a bit."
She slid her fingers under the elastic and gently tugged them down to mid-thigh. "Oh what glorious fur you have dear, as fine and smooth as mink," she purred running her long, slender fingers through the soft down of her lush bush. "I suppose you're not a virgin any more, precious ... oh you're wriggling about like an excited animal ... let me see if you're still a virgin, darling."
Two slender fingers slipped into the sopping wet pussy and gently pried the twitching plump lips apart, revealing the vermillion inside of her pussy, shining wetly. "Oh my precious baby is still a virgin ... were you being true to your adoring Mother, or have you forgotten the sweet times we had together? ... You were younger then ... so young."
"I was young, but I shall never forget. You're the most beautiful woman in the world, Mother, and I shall love you always. No crude male shall ever soil what I have saved for you alone ... ou-u-u-u-u MOTHER!"
Lady Worthington's gem encrusted fingers were pistoning vigorously in and out of the saturated pussy now. "Baby, would you like us to play a little like we used to? Just enough to show how much we adore each other."
"Oh MOTHER ... I have dreamed of nothing else since we've been apart ... please Mother, PLEASE play with me a little."
"Oh yes-s-s-s precious ... just wait a moment while I annoint myself with the perfume you love so much, and get out of these bothersome garments." She went to her dressing table, the lush globes of her big ass grinding together beneath the taut skirt, and Percy was startled to see that she was eagerly sucking on the two fingers that had been inside Tricia's pussy.
Percy was surprised, but he had been surprised by everything that he had witnessed in the subdued light of the great bedroom. His cock was now a wild thing in his trousers, poking out at his fly with awesome power, threatening to burst through the thin summer fabric. Without realizing that he was doing it, his right hand dropped to the steel-hard penis and began to jerk on it as he stared into the dimly lit room.
"You see how thoughtful your mother is, darling?" Lady Worthington was standing by her dressing table, raising her skirt with tantalizing slowness with one hand; the other holding the stopper to a bottle of perfume.
The skirt rose higher and higher over her full, meaty legs, so exciting in their taut sheathing of gleaming black nylon. The jet black bands at the top hove into view, then the blazing whiteness of her thighs above. Just the lower edges of a mass of black bush-hair hung down from the hem of her skirt, and she teasingly held it there, staring with a wicked smile at her deliriously excited daughter.
"Oh MOTHER, you remembered not to wear any panties for me. You knew that the first thing I would want to do when I returned home was to suck your sweet cunny ... and you mine, just like we used to ... oh PLEASE-E-E don't tease me anymore, Mother. Let me see your big, luscious cunny." Tricia bent down and tugged her panties the rest of the way off, her massive breasts swaying back and forth, elongated beyond belief as she bent.
She backed to the bed, her eyes glued to her mother's skirt as it rose higher, the fat pink pussy lips gleaming through the great mass of black bush hair, that in contrast to Tricia's blonde triangular shaped pelt, covered her entire crotch area liberally. When the back of her knees struck the bed, Tricia sat down and spread her silken legs wide, the plump lips of her pussy gaping in wanton invitation. She began to snap the long garter straps lewdly into the soft meat of her white thighs, urging her mother on. "Come Mother, Dad will be home shortly ... I am crazy-mad to have your luscious, painted lips on my cunny again ... HURRY."
With a wild cry, Lady Worthington worked frantically at the hooks and buttons that held her outer garments in place; til finally she stood in all of her majestic pulchritude, her face finely chiseled and aristrocratic, but the rest of her like the most luscious whore in the world. The shimmering black hose and exquisite black lace foundation garment made her seem more sensuous, more exciting than if she had been naked.
"Does your mother look as good to you as she used to dear?" she purred, shaking her ribcage and sending her enormous breasts into a wild paroxysm of movement, the saucer-sized, blazing red aureoles flipping back and forth like beacons in a storm. "Is she too old for you now?"
"Come here and let me show you how good you look to me Mother," Tricia cried impatiently. "I'll eat your cunny like it's never been eaten before." She pursed her full, painted lips and worked them greedily like a stranded fish, her long tongue darting in and out suggestively.
Little Percy was so excited, so hot from the wanton actions in the bedroom that his pistoning hand had him almost on the verge of orgasm. Right then and there he decided one thing. If there was anything he would ever do in his life, he would fuck that virgin pussy that was gaping so lusciously before him. Fuck it til its owner cried for more, begged for more, pleaded for him to never stop.
Not that he had forgotten about his adored mistress of the household. How could he, she was the most enchanting woman he had ever seen. But it was an obsession with him now to convert this young girl; make her love, rather than hate, cock. Make her forget pussies, so that her mind was filled with visions of nothing else than his gigantic penis.
However at the moment Tricia's mind was far away from cocks, it was concentrating frantically on her mother's great, hairy pussy, so beguiling in its frame of black hose, foundation garment, and garter straps.
"Oh DARLING!!" Lady Worthington shrieked, hurrying towards the bed on her stilt heels, her voluminous breasts flopping liquidly from side to side like two goatskin bags filled to the brim with cream. "You HAVE grown up. How often I've wanted your sweet lips on my cunny driving me out of my mind. But I thought it beyond reach, something that could never happen. I thought that you would always be the passive one ... now it shall be sheer heaven my previous baby ... SUCK your loving mother."
"First your beautiful big breasts Mother ... just a litle bit I promise," Tricia pleaded, her hands reaching out towards the enormous flaying melons, her fingers clenching and unclenching in anxious anticipation.
"Oh yes-s-s-s ... kiss them first baby," Lady Worthington moaned, steering her jutting breasts into her daughter's hands as she approached.
Her hands sank into the vast softness of a great orb, and she lowered her head, opened her full, fruity lips and nursed at the right breast tenderly. Loud wet sucking sounds filled the room as she sucked on it for a long time, then shifting to the other she greedily sucked on it.
Percy could see the extended nipple and fiery red aureole of the first one shining wetly from Tricia's saliva. Now her head was moving back and forth, from one to the other, sucking at the huge breasts, tugging the swollen nipples outwards and letting them snap back against the aureoles. She began to roll the free nipple with her fingers as she sucked on the other, causing her mother to arch her voluptuous body up at the wet, greedy lips, mashing her face deep into the pillowing softness.
Tricia dropped one hand and let it wander down over her plump belly, wriggling a finger into the navel, then into the black fleece of the massive bush that commenced directly below it. Lady Worthington cried out with joy and spread her black nylon coated limbs wide, lifting her knees as she did so.
Percy gasped as he was facing directly into the vermilion secret female flesh. Lady Worthington shuddered, and a whimper of ecstasy escaped her painted lips as two fingers slithered into the sopping wet slit.
"Did you like that Mother? Did you like your daughter's loving fingers in your big, luscious cunny?" Tricia withdrew the two fingers, and Percy could see that they shone wetly with cunt juice.
Lady Worthington cried out and arched her lush hips, frantically trying to impale herself on the two fingers again, but Tricia teasingly drew back. "Please baby ... finger-fuck your mother again ... please-please-please-PLEASE-E-E-E."
"No Mother, we've had quite enough of that; you're having all the fun," Tricia protested. "I just can't wait anymore . ... I simply have to suck you."
Tricia slipped off of the bed and went on her knees between her mother's wildly kicking limbs. Lady Worthington's great ass was writhing all over the bed as Tricia stared greedily at the big, hairy pussy. She slowly lowered her blonde head, and when her tongue darted out and flicked maddeningly back and forth over her full, juicy pussy lips, her mother's whole ripe body began to shake convulsively.
There was a loud wet squooshing sound as Tricia, too hot to continue her delicate tonguing of her mother's steaming cunt, rammed her face into the scented crotch, her long tongue skewering deep into the slippery vagina. She wriggled it frantically about, reaching behind to cup the great cheeks of her naked ass.
"Oh YES-S-S-S ... suck me my precious baby girl ... suck your mother's hot pussy ... OU-U-U-U-U I can feel it building up ... suck the cunt juice from your loving mother's pussy ... I'm coming ... Tricia baby I'm COMINGG-G-G-G-g-g-h ... oh-h-h sweet heaven.
"Oh babykins, that was sensational," Lady Worthington purred, grasping Tricia's perspiring cheeks in her hands and lifting her dear, sweet face up to her, mashing her lush, painted lips over hers in a long kiss. "I have something else that I want you to do for me ... just as a special favor."
"Anything Mother, just so long as you'll keep letting me suck your delicious cunny every day," Tricia mewed dreamily.
"I-It may sound strange to you, but I have a deep yearning inside me to have you be nice, especially nice to Jenkins' son, Percy."
"WHAT? ... that little runt?" Tricia shouted in disbelief. "He's a commoner, Mother, and you told me to stear clear of commoners."
"I-I know dear, but this is something special." Lady Worthington's voice was filled with pleading now. "I can't explain it but that's what I've been thinking about ever since you came home. "He ... he's an exceptional boy, Tricia. Don't ask me how I know, or in what way, but believe me I know."
"Oh my poor Mother ... you want to watch us like you do when I'm with father, don't you," Tricia sighed sympathetically. "It's the one thing about you that isn't perfect."
"No one is perfect dear," Lady Worthington sighed in response, her beautiful eyes beginning to fill up with tears. "Can't you cater to this silly little whim of mine? Just this once. I'll bring you up here and suck your delicious little cunny all day long tomorrow if you will."
"That's the most tempting offer that I've ever had Mother dear, but I have to say no," Tricia said seriously. I'm terribly surprised that you'd even ask me. You know that I can't stand boys, particularly a little runt like him. No Mother, I'll never have a thing to do with him or his penis, if that's what's so exceptional about him."
Tricia slid from the bed, and picking up her clothes started for the door, leaving the crestfallen Lady Worthington behind.
"Oh no?" Percy thought as he tip-toed quickly across the hall into his room. "Well, we'll just see about that!"
CHAPTER TEN
It was beginning to sink in to little Percy that his awesome penis was quite an asset. Through the process of elimination he reasoned that there was nothing else attractive enough about him to arouse the interest of such a regal, aristocratic, breathtakingly appealing woman as Lady Worthington. It was his penis then that he planned to parlay into the seduction of her beautiful daughter.
How to go about it? It would prove difficult, of that he was certain because of her disdain for all boys, particularly him. He remembered how both women and girls would stare in awe at the great bulge in his bathing trunks while swimming back in America. He hadn't paid too much attention to it then, suspecting that they were thinking of him as more or less as a freak. But now he knew different, so why not, if the day was bright and sunny on the morrow, give Tricia a swimming lesson, one she'd not be likely to forget if things worked out.
That night he slept fitfully. The door to Lady Worthington's bedroom was closed tight, so there was no action for him there. But there must of been for the Lord, for Percy had to cover his head to drown out the sound of singing bedsprings all night long. How he envied the dapper litle duke. He winced as he imagined him crawling all over that lush body, sucking greedily on her delectable breasts as he rammed his penis into her.
Then he remembered her extreme interest in seeing him sexually with her daughter. Why not ask her if there was a deserted little pool that he could take Tricia to, then leave it to her to convince her daughter that she should. There's no doubt that she would try, just as there was no doubt that she would stealthily follow in their tracks.
His plan worked out beautifully. A lustful gleam came into Lady Worthington's eyes as Percy suggested that he go swimming with her daughter. He heard them arguing in Tricia's room down the hall. She resisted, but when her mother said that they wouldn't have their little games together for a week if she wasn't more considerate of their house guest, she reluctantly agreed.
The day was beautiful and sunny, with little fleecy white clouds silhouetted against the blue sky as they made their way over the patchwork of various shades of green fields that comprise the quaint English countryside.
Percy glanced back over his shoulder just once, smiling as he saw Lady Worthington in the distance, making her way through the fields. Tricia was glowering all the way, reluctant to engage in conversation, no matter how many times Percy attempted to.
She led him through some dense underbrush, and they burst out into a sunny clearing by the side of a rippling brook which had been dammed up to form a small, crystal clear pool.
It was precisely what he had been hoping for; all of the privacy in the world, yet with the underbrush near enough for Lady Worthington to hide behind and get a good eyeful.
They had there bathing suits on underneath their clothing, and Percy's eyes bugged as he saw her lush, voluptuous body clad in a skimpy bikini. She took a magazine out of a beach bag she was carrying, and lying down in the grass she proceeded to read it, ignoring Percy completely.
Percy's trunks were much too large for him, purchased purposely that way by his aunt in America to allow for growth. He hadn't had much of that, so they fit loosely, the thin cotton material hanging in unattractive folds around his skinny little thighs, almost to his knobby knees.
Tricia looked up at him a moment and laughed at his ridiculous appearance, then returned her attentions to her magazine. Percy was beginning to get angry. He knew that Lady Worthington would shortly be making her way through the bushes, and his pride would be severely shaken if he failed to get a rise out of her. A rise out of his penis might get things started, but first he should wet his shorts so that they would cling to it a bit more.
He made a clean dive into the pool and was startled to discover how much colder the water in England was. When he came out, his skin was almost purple, adding to his unattractive appearance. But at his groin an awesome object had made its appearance. His awesome penis, hanging far down one leg of the shorts, was clearly defined by the wet cotton shorts as the material clung to its shape.
He stood in front of her and stretched, letting out a loud yawn to get her attention. "What in the world are you yawning...?" Tricia stopped short in mid sentence, her lovely eyes glancing up, glancing back down at her magazine, then snapping abruptly up again in a double take. From where he stood, Percy could see the massive globes of her breasts resting in the grass as she propped herself up on her elbows to read, soft white flesh billowing over the nipped-in bikini top.
What he had been hoping for began to occur. Etched clearly by his clinging shorts, his long, limp penis began to slide down the leg of the shorts towards erection. The tight material peeled back his foreskin, and shortly, like a red rose opening in the early morning sunlight, the great shining head of his cock slipped out of the bottom of his trunks' leg into the brilliance of the afternoon air.
Off to one side in the bushes, Percy heard a muffled giggle, and he knew Lady Worthington had seen, but the giggle was drowned out by Tricia as she gasped, "Why you terrible, dirty, disgusting boy ... put that huge thing back in your trucks.
"I-I'm afraid that I can't, Miss Tricia," Percy stammered, feigning embarrassement. "When he sees anything as luscious as those big boobs of yours, there's no stopping him."
That, I assume, is one of your vulgar American expressions," she snapped irritably, but her eyes remained glued to his shorts, where now a good three inches of thick, white stalk had come out of his trunks leg, the gland gleaming redly in the sunlight.
"Boobs is a quite acceptable term in America," he offered, trying to sound as adult as possible. "If you don't like it, don't look at it."
"Why of all the nerve," she cried. "You, the son of a servant, have the audacity to speak to someone of royal blood in that manner."
She propped herself up on one hand, her great breasts swaying ponderously in the tight bikini top, unable to tear her eyes away from his enormous penis. A penis that was fully hardened now, attempting to raise itself threatening to rip right through the flimsy fabric.
"You'd better do something about it quick or he ... I mean it will tear your trunks," she exclaimed as incredulously as if she had just witnessed an awesome atomic explosion.
"You're right, he's ruined a few in the past," Percy said proudly. "There's only one thing to do."
Before she could stop him, Percy hooked his thumbs under the elastic top to his trunks and yanked them down to his knees, letting them drop to his feet. As though mounted on steel springs, his fantastic penis sprang upwards to jut out horizontally from his groin, pulsing wildly, long strings of seminal drippings flipping down onto the grass.
Tricia sat paralyzed for a moment, unable to speak. Finally she managed, "W-What on earth are those?" She pointed a quivering finger at the two enormous balls which were dangling in their long, hair-flecked sacks almost at his knees.
"You mean these?" he reached down and cupping each pliable orb in the palms of his hands, and held them up towards her. "I don't know what they call them in England, but in America we call them balls."
Behind him, Percy could hear the sound of muffled laughter.
"W-What are they f-for?" she gasped.
"I can't really say," Percy answered, and in his youthful ignorance he wasn't lying. "Want a feel?"
Tricia was powerless to resist as Percy walked towards her, reaching out and sticking an extended forefinger into the softness of a great, fleshly testicle, the great head of his penis thumping against her forearm. "Oh my," she gasped, "the head of your penis is as hard as steel, and those things hanging down behind ... your ... your balls, they're as soft as melted butter."
"Yeah, my penis looks like a great big cherry all-day sucker doesn't it," Percy said, lewdly grasping the great pecker at its root and waving it in her face. "Like a lick?"
"PERCY," she screamed fiercely, but there was a fire igniting in her lovely eyes. "You're INCORREGIABLE ... are all the little boys in America like you?"
"They've all got one of these, if that's what you mean," he chuckled, obscenely waving his long, rigid organ a bit more vigorously at her. "But only 'bout half this size."
"Well I should hope so." Her voice was a soft, shakey whisper. 'You could KILL a girl with that monster."
'Yeah I know, but if you survive you're in for a helluva good time," he chuckled. "So they tell me anyway."
"Percy ... I-I don't know very much about boys," she stammered, her eyes wandering all over the great mass of goodies that Percy possessed in his crotch area. "And it's time I learned more about them, because unfortunately some day I shall have to be marry. Since I am your mistress and you my servant, I think I should like to examine you a bit ... in a clinical way of course ... just ... just to familiarize myself with the male body."
She was speaking easily when she began the sentence, but by the time she finished she was completely flustered, and blushing furiously.
'Yeah, go ahead, be my guest," Percy said expansively.
"W-What's this called?" she asked in a low whisper, reaching out and tapping his pear-shaped gland with an index finger.
"That's my cock-head silly; what do you think it is," he laughed.
"PERCY ... stop teasing me this instant, or I'll take a cane to it, and I mean it." There was a holocaust of mixed anger and passion burning in her eyes, and suddenly he realized that she had it in her power to do it if she liked. After all it was true that she was of royal blood while he was merely the child of a servant, and in England that stood for an awful lot.
He groaned as the other four fingers joined the first and began to squeeze and probe all over the burgeoning gland, sliding underneath and wriggling into the excruciatingly sensitive cleft on the underside. "I-I really don't know what it's called, Mistress Tricia," he gasped, his tone suddenly subservient.
"Well no matter, child." There was a warm, friendly smile on her face now. She looked radiant, her long silver-blonde tresses shining brilliantly in the sunlight as they framed her extremely beautiful face, the creamy-whiteness of her English complexion contrasting vividly with the fiery, shining redness of his pulsating gland. 'The important thing is that I get to know you ... I mean your male accoutraments better. I can easily find out what everything is called in an anatomy book."
Her hands were off of his gland now, down below investigating his great, hanging testicles. Cupping them and holding them aloft, letting them slip through her fingers like warm taffy to bounce up and down yo-yo-like in their long sacks.
"I think I know what the real name for them is," he said proudly. 'They're testicles."
"No wonder you refer to them as "balls', that's a terribly awkward word to pronounce for a child like you." She was giggling now, completely at ease as her slender hands wandered over his goodies, probing here, pinching there.
Suddenly over Tricia's shoulder, Percy saw Lady Worthington pop up from a clump of bushes, a wild expression of carnal craving on her face, her vast bust rising and falling in the tight confines of a summer cotton frock. She made a motion with her lips, pursing them, and working them fish-like, holding her fingers nearby as though encircling an invisible penis.
Percy was dumbfounded. He knew that she was there, but he didn't expect that she would reveal herself. In truth, Lady Worthington was so excitedly by the lewd display by the pool, that when she saw things weren't progressing as fast as she would have liked, in her excitement she threw caution to the wind and decided to do a little directing of the inexperienced twosome.
Percy nodded mutely, and taking his tremendous, throbbing organ in his fists, whipped it back and forth over Tricia's startled lips. "W-Why are you doing that?" she gasped.
"G-Gosh ... I'm sorry Mistress Tricia," he apologized, feigning embarrassment. "I suddenly wanted you to ... to kiss it for me."
He pulled back, his slippery organ dropping from her hands.
"I-It didn't taste half bad," she stammered, reaching out and entwining her little fingers around his long tool once again, drawing him towards her with it. "If it makes him feel better I won't mind."
"Oh PLEASE-E-E put your pretty red lips on him once again, Mistress Tricia," he pleaded. 'They felt so soft and luscious."
Clutching his enormous organ in her two fists, one above the other, she drew the long, rigid penis towards her, her full, fruity lips gaping wide to receive it. She slowly, tentatively, slid her painted lips around the tip of it. She mewed and began to suck noisily on the bulging head of his gigantic prick, her face filled with a mixture of ecstasy and desire.
As she continued to mouth the great, spongy gland, Piercy slid his hands down and forced them under her taut bikini top, and began to feel the full, swaying globes. They weren't quite the awesome size of her mother's, but they had a jutting, pointed quality that was devestating.
Tricia grew more and more excited as she sucked. She tried desperately to consume all of its great length and girth, but found to her dismay it was an impossible task. Her little hands played a symphony on the remaining portion, as artfully as an experienced call-girl.
Percy began to move his hips back and forth rhythmically, fucking her between those luscious, painted lips. The tempo increased, his slim hips moving now as if they were in the grip of a vibrating machine, his stiff cock moving rapidly in and out between her red, slippery lips. She began to lick it with her tongue, her sharp teeth grating over the excruciatingly sensitive cock-flesh, driving little Percy to new heights of wild, craving passion.
She was pervaded by pleasure as he rooted the long, rigid organ deep in her mouth. Then he tensed and spewed the torrid contents of his balls between her clinging lips. Incredibly, not a drop escaped her clasping lips as she greedily gulped down the creamy come-juice.
He tried to pull back, sharp pains shooting through his vitals as she continued to draw on his softening, juiceless prick. But she would have none of it. Only when his cock was a limp, harmless thing in her mouth did she let it slide wetly from between her clinging, painted lips.
Then, still on her knees, she looked up at him with a dreamy expression on her face. "You know what Percy?" she said softly. "I think that I'm going to like boys after all."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"How on earth could anything so limp and innocent looking turn into such a monster?" Tricia giggled as she stared at the long, soft penis that hung between Percy's skinny legs. "Look, it's two-toned."
And that it was. The lower half was brilliantly red from a greasy coating of her lipstick; while above the high-water mark, where her painted lips had been unable to reach, it was a creamy white.
"Gosh Percy, I had no idea one could derive such pleasure from sucking a prick." She was speaking seriously now, her mind going back over the delicious experience. "After all let's face it, it isn't the most attractive looking thing in the world; but when it lay pulsing madly in my mouth, so steel-hard and hot, I was in sheer heaven."
"It was pleasure for me too, Mistress Tricia," Percy smiled.
"I knew by the way you were wriggling that little rump of yours about, and moaning, that you did ... and oh how I loved it when you shot your juice into my mouth. Heaven knows I've tasted sweeter things, but already I'm craving for more."
"Then I shall work up another load for you."
"I can't wait," she cried out. "Is it already building up?"
"I don't feel anything, but I'm sure it is." And Percy was sure of this because of the times he had masturbated ten or fifteen minutes apart.
"Promise me one thing, Percy."
"Anything."
"Promise me that you will save all of your cream for me. I promise that you won't regret it. I'll suck you off any time you desire, even under the dinner table if you wish."
"I promise," Percy said, and Lady Worthington, still secluded in the underbrush, had to suppress a giggle as she saw him cross two fingers behind his back.
Percy, do you think you'll have a fresh supply ready by the time we get back to the manor?"
"Oh sure, but how about our swim?"
"Do you think that I could possibly be interested in such a mundane thing when I have the opportunity to suck that great prick of yours!" she giggled, reaching down and giving his limp penis a hard squeeze. "C'mon, the last one back has to undress the other."
They quickly got into their clothes, and off they went over the lush green fields, laughing gaily like the children they were.
Lady Worthington was as aroused from their lascivious display as she had ever been in her life. Her pussy was so wet that the fluid seeped through her saturated panties and ran down her meaty thighs. She craved Percy's mammoth prick even more than she had before, but that was hopeless; even now Tricia undoubtedly had her pretty red lips encircling it.
She needed relief and fast. Raising her skirt she slid her hand under the elastic top of her panties and skewered two long fingers into her creamy pussy. Then she stopped suddenly. The new stable boy. He was a few years older than Percy, possibly sixteen or seventeen, and possessed a magnificent body. His stud cock would feel much better there than her fingers did.
She slipped her hand out of its hot nesting place and lowered her skirt. It was awkward making her way over the fields in her stiletto heels, but her desire enabled her to make good headway.
By the time she arrived at the stables her great bosom was heaving, not from her exertions, but from excited anticipation. There he was, stripped to the waist in his heavy corded britches, brushing down King, The Worthington stable's most magnificent stallion. A thrill surged through her at the sight of his beautifully etched back muscles, working fluidly under his bronzed skin as he worked on the horse.
She gasped as she noticed a great black penis projecting from King's hind quarters, in a state of full erection. Oh how wonderful it would be if at that moment she could be a mare and take advantage of it.
She loosened the belt to her summer cotton, and hoisted her skin-tight skirt up a few inches, exposing more of her ever-present black nylons. She buckled the belt, holding the skirt in its higher position. She opened the top two buttons of her bodice, and now the jiggling upper halves of her massive globes were in clear view. She smeared her lush lips with lipstick, and then she was ready.
"Dick, what have you been doing to that horse?" she snapped curtly. "What did you do to give him that obscene erection?"
"Erection? Gosh Milady, I didn't do nothin'," he said, a startled look on his face as he looked down at the great black penis; then a more startled look as he whirled and saw her standing there in all her glorious pulchritude, the sunlight shimmering in her long raven tresses as they cascaded down over her soft shoulders.
She walked towards him, swiveling her magnificent hips, her enormous globes swinging back and forth heavily in her thin dress, their lower contours almost at her waist level. "Oh come now Dick," she said, getting down on her haunches, her great ass almost splitting the tight dress. "Are you sure you didn't do this?"
She reached out and lewdly wrapped her long, cool fingers around King's great prick, the talon-like nails gleaming redly against the jet blackness. She looked up to see Dick's reaction as she began to slide her hand up and down the length of the long cock.
"O-Oh Milady I never done nuthin' like that ta him," he stammered, his eyes glued to the vast cleavage that was so clear to him from his bird's eye position.
Lady Worthington kept hold of the lengthening black cock, happily seeing a formidable protrusion beginning to form in Dick's britches. "Whatever did it, it seems to be contageous," she smiled.
"Oh Lordy, Milady," he gasped, staring down incredulously at the big bulge in his britches. "I don't mean nothin' by it."
"Well, I certainly hope that you do, Dick." Her smile was broader, breathtaking. "Whenever a boy gets an erection, there should be a very good reason for it. There should be a meaning behind it ... is it that you find me attractive, Dick? Is that why you're staring so intently at my big breasts?"
"Yes ... no ... er I don't know, Milady," he stuttered, blushing to the roots of his hair.
"Well you SHOULD know, Dick. I can see that you have an enviable penis in those britches of yours, and when it gets large it should be put to good use. Did it ever occur to you that a man only has so many erections in a lifetime, and it's a terrible waste if he doesn't do something about each one. If you don't do something now, Dick, you will look back on this occasion when you're old and feeble, and unable to get an erection. You will look back and kick yourself for not making use of it."
"Do somethin' with it, Milady, t-to you, you mean?" he stammered.
"I don't see anyone else around here, Dick," she laughed. "Tell me, aren't you the least bit jealous that I'm jerking King's prick and not yours? Wouldn't you like me to do the same thing to you?"
"Oh-h that sounds so exciting, Milady." He stared at her in disbelief, not believing the obscene words that were pouring out of the regal, well-bred Mistress of Worthington Manor. Not believing that she could possibly be interested in a mere stable boy.
"I thought it might," she smiled, releasing King's great cock, the majestic horse whinnying in protest, and leading Dick into the semidarkness of the stable. A small window, set high in one wall of the ancient stone stable, cast rays of sunlight into a spot on the wideboard flooring. She released his hand and moved into it, turning so that he could drink-in the incredible lovliness of her. The slanting rays cast deep shadows over her bosom, emphasizing their globular magnificnce. Staring intently at the ever-enlarging bulge in his britches, she slipped a hand into her bodice and hoisted out an enormous naked breast. "I thought you might like to see what you haven't taken your eyes off of since I arrived," she smiled, his eyes popping at the luscious display.
The great, swollen nipple cast a long, curving shadow over the soft flesh, emphasizing the roundness of the huge orb. She slipped an index finger into her mouth and wet it with her saliva; then began to run it around in concentric circles over the great, pebbly aureole.
Incredibly it began to rise and take on a concave surface of its own, as though slowly being blown up with air. Then the finger was on the nipple, repeating the performance, and it too grew and grew before his startled eyes til it was the length and thickness of her thumb. "You see," she said softly, "you're not the only one that can have an erection."
"It ... it's BEAUTIFUL," he blurted out, his cock now a great tent pole in his trousers.
"Come to me precious," she purred, continuing to minister to the still enlarging nipple.
Almost as if in a trance, Dick walked woodenly to her, and as he came she lifted the great, pliable globe up and towering over him, stuffed the long, rigid nipple between his wet lips. "It'll grow even bigger if you'll suck on it a bit ... here hold it up for me, I have better things for my hand to do."
His hands disappeared into the billowing, creamy flesh as she slipped her slender white hand down and grasped the tell-tale protrusion in his britches. "Ou-u-u-u ... it's big, so-o-o-o big, and hard as a rock too," she moaned as he began to flog her nipple with his tongue.
She worked his zipper down and slipped her hand through the opening in his shorts to encircle the thick, throbbing stalk of his great organ with her cool fingers. "Oh how marvelous ... it's as hot as a poker fresh from the fire.
She worked her tenacious fingers slowly up and down, bending down and purring into his ear, an ear that was blood-red from his excitement, "Do you like having the Mistress of Worthington Manor doing this to you? Do my little fingers excite you darling-g-g?"
"Yes, Milady," through claving lips he gasped. "Oh yes-s-s ... please don't stop."
"I don't intend to precious, not til I've taken your big prick out of your britches ... like this ... and kneeled down ... like this ... and loved it and loved it with my juicy lips ... like this."
Dick cried out with ecstasy as she kneeled on the straw covered floorboards and peeled his foreskin back, the great red plum of his cockhead popping out in all its male glory. She tilted her head to one side so that he could see her lush lips, pursed and shining wetly, a scant inch from his pulsating knob. Then with agonizing slowness she slid them up the steep slopes of the fiery-red gland til it popped into her mouth.
Once there she began to suck on it avidly, curling her long tongue over the slippery surfaces. Starting to move her head in a slow, gentle rhythm. The huge, bloated organ, moistened by her saliva, slid easily in and out, her painted lips clinging on the back-stroke, stretching the foreskin as taut as a drum-head. Excruciating pleasure-pains coursed down his long penis as the sensitive tendons stretched to the snapping point.
"Tell me Dick, axe my royal lips any different than the village urchins that have undoubtedly done this a thousand times to you?" she gurgled through cock-stuffed lips. "Are they redder, fuller, softer than the thin lips of the village girls?"
"Oh yes-s-s-s, Milady," he gasped, beginning to work his ass back and forth, sawing his long prick between those lush, fruity lips. "They feel like hot, melted butter."
She reached behind him and grasped the strong bunched muscled buttocks, jamming a finger into the heavy material of his britches, probing for his anus. She couldn't feel it, but when he began to writhe ecstatically she knew that she had struck home.
Lady Worthington, pillar of aristocracy, noble of birth, regal of bearing, magnificent of figure, loved sucking cock. It was her thing; it turned her on. Of late she hadn't had much cock to feast on. Her husband denied her the pleasure. Feeble old Jenkins had been a bonanza, but only temporarily for she was repulsed by his antiquity. Now in two days she had struck oil. Lightning had struck twice in the same place, and that place was Worthington Manor.
Percy, with his enormous organ, was at her disposal, despite the fact that even now Tricia was undoubtedly making a delectable meal of it. But she had faith in her allure for him, knowing that her unequaled figure, her exotic glamour, her exciting garments of leather, lace, and black silk, would soon have him peeking hopefully into her room once again.
Now there was Dick too. An incredibly handsome lad with the figure of an Adonis, and a penis only slightly less weighty than Percy's. Her great ass began to squirm with excitement at the thought of being fucked by both of them at the same time. On her side in the warm softness of her bed, with one great cock ramming into her pussy, the other into her ass. What a rare delicacy that would be.
She let the great, slippery organ plop wetly from her mouth, and rising to her feet, staggered awkwardly in her sky-high stiletto-heels over to a pile of straw and threw herself down on it. She raised her skirt above her navel and tugged her tight little panties down, kicking them off with one foot. With her hips bucking wildly, she began to scissor her sleek blackhosed limbs in wanton invitation, the fat lips of her big cunt gaping wide through the dense covering of curly black tendrils.
The young stable boy's eyes boggled at the sight of his ravishing mistress lying on her back in the hay in such an obscene way, little mewing sounds escaping her heavily lipsticked lips. "C'mon ... do I have to draw you a picture, Dicky precious?" she purred, grinding her hips and snapping the long garter straps into the deep softness of her fulsome thighs. "Don't you know what a lady means when she spreads her legs and shows you her pussy?"
"Y-You mean you want me to kiss yours like you did mine?" he stammered.
"That would be nice as a starter," she smiled, spreading her silken limbs even wider, so that now he could see the shimmering vermilion inside of her hot pussy. "But primarily I want that gorgeous long cock of yours right in here."
She lewdly spread her pussy lips wide apart with two jeweled forefingers, the large diamonds glittering against the deep crimson of her inner flesh.
He came to her, his great prong waving frantically back and forth, the spongy gland looking purplish and menacing now. He kneeled uncertainly between her splayed legs, still a little hesitant about fucking a woman of royal blood.
"Oh, for heaven's sake, don't be so nervous," she smiled, wrapping her gem encrusted fingers around the great girth of his pecker, and drawing him towards her by it. "It won't bite him. And as a special treat you can suck on my big breasts again if you like."
That did the trick, for Dick could still taste the sweetness of them, remembered how tremendous and pliable they were in his strong hands. With a groan he pressed his lips forward, she guiding the pointed head of his throbbing gland into her pussy.
"Ou-u-u-u that feels goo-o-o-o-d," she moaned, bucking her lush hips about spasmodically in the straw as the long penis skewered into her. "Oh it's HUGE. What a marvelous penis you have Dick. That's cute, it's Dick's dick that's in me now, and what a beauty it is."
She wrapped her meaty arms around his neck and drew his head down, not to her vast bosom, but to her face, smearing her heavily lipstick coated lips over his, her long tongue wriggling its way into his mouth to tangle deliriously with his.
His penis was long enough for her to encircle it with her jeweled fingers at the root, and still have a goodly length of it in her steaming cunt, and this she proceeded to do. Whenever he would pull back on the out-stroke, her hand would jerk violently on his slimy stalk. And when he would sock it in to her she would let the hand slip away as his great, swinging balls smacked into the soft meat of her uptilted ass.
She raised her legs and wrapped them around his back, crossing the ankles and holding him in a sensuous vise of gossamer black nylon. As she felt orgasm approaching, she began to jab her rapier-like heels into his rockhard buttocks. "GIVE it to me, baby," she screamed as she pounded her clenched fists into the hay. "Fuck me as hard as you can with that great big, beautiful, delicious prick of yours."
"You do and that great big, beautiful, delicious prick of yours will get a load of buckshot." They turned to see the diminutive figure of Lord Worthington standing in the open doorway of the barn, his fowling piece cocked over one arm.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Blimey luv, was that ever lip-smackin' good," Tricia giggled in a cockney accent as she left Percy's bedroom. 'That ought to take care of you for today. I'm going to my room to change for dinner."
"Please tell your mother I won't be down Tricia," Percy said weakly as he lay on his bed, his lipstick smeared penis resting limply between his balls. "I'm just too bushed."
"I imagine "bushed' is an American expression that means you have been sucked off too much," she giggled, adding just before she closed the door behind her, 'Tour going to be bushed from now on luv."
* * *
Flossie walked down the long upstairs hall carrying a load of bedding to Percy's room. She was walking strangely, her legs extremely close together, rubbing the soft meat of one thigh against the other in order to titilate her burning pussy.
She was doing this because her master hadn't ministered to her sexual cravings for three day now, and for a girl of Flossie's heated passions this was a long, long time.
She fumbled for the door knob, found it and went in. Suddenly she stopped in her tracks, a look of disbelief on her face. It wasn't the frail naked form that lay on the sheets. It wasn't the rather non-descript face. It was the fantastically long lipstick-smeared penis that caused her eyes to pop.
The folded bed linens slipped from her arms and fell to the floor like a stack of magazines as she stood rooted to the spot, her enormous bosom heaving liquidly.
She closed her eyes and shook her head violently. She must be having halucinations; no mere child, especially a tiny, undernourished one, had a penis of that awesome length and thickness. And more than that, by the great bulge under his foreskin it was apparent that he possessed an equally incredible cockhead.
She opened her eyes, and there it was again, and not a milimeter shorter. The lipstick intrigued her. How did it get there? Who in this royal household had been sucking on it? And recently too, for he'd not had time to wash it off.
She felt the warm fluid from her ravenous pussy running down a fulsome thigh onto her heavy textured black work stockings. She couldn't just stand there staring at it or she would go mad, insane with wild cravings. But dare she do anything about it? He was the butler's son, but obviously he was considered more than that by the Lord and Lady or he would be living in the servant's quarters.
A friend had once told her that when he was extremely fatigued, she was able to suck her husband off without waking him. Dare she try? As she licked her lush, painted lips into shining wetness she knew that she would, or die in the attempt.
But if he should waken, what then? Perhaps a display of her ripe charms would cover up his embarrassment, and interest him too. Quietly, with trembling fingers, she disrobed; til she stood in all of her luscious nakedness, her meaty thighs blazing white above the jet black hose, teetering in the unfamiliar stilt heels that Lord Worthington had given to her.
Stealthily she crept to the bed and crawled onto it, stopping fearfully when it creaked. Then progressing further til she lay between his splayed legs, propped up on her elbows.
She wished that she had asked her friend how she managed it. Had she worked on her husband's penis with her hands a bit to get it to erection before taking it into her mouth? Or did she lick it at first without using her hands?
After a few moments of thoughtful consideration, she decided that it might waken him if she picked it up from between his balls. She leaned down between his scrawny thighs, careful that her long tresses didn't brush across them, and rested her chin on the sheets a scant inch from the head of his penis which was asleep under its covering foreskin.
Tentatively she stuck her tongue out and wriggled it into the little opening in the foreskin. She stopped breathlessly as he stirred in his sleep, but his steady breathing told her he hadn't wakened. She wriggled her tongue in further and thrilled when it encountered the velvety tip of his gland.
Her rising excitement making her bolder, she slipped her tongue between the foreskin and head, finding it difficult because it was so tight. More confident now, she hooked her tongue under the foreskin, and ever so slowly peeled it up over the sloping gland.
Suddenly the great knob was forcing its way into her mouth, on its way to erection. She slid back a bit and it popped out again; but not for long for it grew right back in again. She started to slide back further when it suddenly occurred to her that this might be the best way after all. Just lie there still and let his prick extend right into her mouth.
So that was what Flossie did. She opened her mouth into the widest O possible, and let little Percy's tremendous organ lengthen inside. However she had made an error of assumption. She thought that it was impossible for such a huge penis to grow very much longer. She expected it to harden and thicken a bit; the lengthening process being just enough to fill her mouth.
However she soon found herself sliding backwards on the sheets once again as the huge gland wedged in her throat. Soon her cheeks were bulging out grotesquely with the enormity of him, and though she spread them as far apart as she could, she couldn't keep her teeth from sinking into the gigantic organ.
This then became her primary concern.
Would the pain created by her teeth waken him? Incredibly his cock still wasn't in full erection as she felt it continue to swell to awesome proportions in her mouth. Reluctantly she pulled back, her teeth grating over the slippery gland as it popped free. As it did she was startled to see it spring into the air to jut up straight towards the ceiling like a great red-tipped missile on a pad of hair-flecked balls.
Her breath was coming in sharp, quick pants as she reached up and attempted to draw his massive organ back down where she could get at it, but stopped when he groaned in his sleep. Slowly she got to her knees and huched over him, her great teats dangling down like two elongated cows udders, resting on his thighs. He raised a hand in his sleep and dropped it onto one, she was petrified as it sank into the pillowing softness as though it were quicksand.
As she stared at the mighty organ she realized that sucking it wouldn't be enough for her, not in the frantic state she was in. What if he did wake up? After all it was only a job, an ordinary job. If she could only get that mighty machine deep in her vagina for only a short while, it would be worth a hundred such jobs.
Her powerful thigh muscles bulged under the black hose as she raised her great rump above his pulsing organ, her pussy lips twitching, like little hands reaching out for it. She lowered herself and moaned as the great head of his cock parted the lush lips and wedged inside. She released more of her weight and the enormous gland disappeared into the torrid confines of her cunt.
Inch by inch she impaled herself on the gigantic prick, incredibly even after her great ass squashed down onto his balls, his breathing was slow and even, obviously still asleep. She began to buck her great hips up and down joyously, the massive organ ripping and tearing its way through her vagina.
To her it seemed incredible. Looking down it seemed as though she were stradling a child; a poor waif of a child whose pitifully thin torso almost indicated malnutrition. But there was one particular part of him that needed no building up. The great fat prick that was stretching her pussy to the splitting point.
Then suddenly it came, in great, powerful surges his steaming sperm spewed into her pussy, triggering her own release. Flossie clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a scream, and remained motionless atop him til the last little spurt shot into her.
Then gingerly she worked herself off of him and slid to the floor. As she tip-toed towards the doorway, she was startled to hear him say sternly. "You did an admirable job Flossie, but the next time see that you suck me a little more than you did, before you fuck me."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"No my deah Baroness, I'm not exaggerating, at least ten inches long ... yes, that's right, he's only thirteen years old ... of course I didn't measure it, but I should know a big penis when I see one, shouldn't I? ... that's not a very nice remark ... anything special that he likes? Oh, he digs leather ... I knew that would intrigue you ... kid gloves mostly ... opera length, and scads of perfume ... oh yes, black nylons turn him on too ... how about tonight? ... wonderful, and don't bother to wear any panties my deah." Lady Worthington's pulse began to pound in excited anticipation as she set down the phone. She had been imagining how thrilling it would be to see Percy in action with her voluptuous friend, the Baroness Melechamp, and now it had been arranged by the simple expedient of a phone call.
She could still see Percy's long, fat cock sawing between her daughter's ripe red lips, and her excitement mounted at the thought of him doing the same to the Baroness's, whose were fuller and more luscious.
Lord Worthington was in London on business, and intended to spend the night at his club before returning home. While Tricia was spending the night at a girl friend's. She had waited for the opportune time, and this was perfect.
"Percy, since you and I will be alone here tonight, I thought it might be fun to have a little banquet of our own ... or not quite our own for I've invited the Baroness Melechamp. She's so lonely, her husband's been away for a month. We're getting all dressed up, just as though it was one of our royal banquets. I took the liberty to buy a special suit for you when I was in London the other day; you'll find it hanging in your closet," Lady Worthington smiled, patting him paternally on the cheek.
But there was nothing child like about the way little Percy cupped the great, jiggling globes of her ass as they climbed the stairs together, his azure-blue eyes glued to her mammoth pendulums as they swayed ponderously in her drum-tight frock.
She reached behind her, and grasping his wrists, pulled his avidly fondling hands away from her great ham-hocks. "I'm terribly sorry child, but we mustn't today. There are certain times of the month when a lady is ... er, indisposed shall we say. A time where the last thing in the world she wants is sex."
"C-Can't I even take your breasts out of your dress and play with them a little? You know how you love to have me suck on your nipples, Milady." Percy's eyes were filled with pleading, and it was all she could do to restrain herself from yanking down her bodice and smothering him with her massive, pendulous watermelons.
"I DO love you to, Percy dear, but you'll just have to be a patient little boy til I'm feeling well again." She thrust her ribcage forward and drew back her meaty arms, emphasizing the enormity of her breasts; teasing him so that he would be in a frantic state of mind by the time the Baroness appeared on the scene. "And you'll have to get rid of that erection before the Baroness arrives. What would she think was going on here if she saw you in such a state?"
"She'd guess the truth, Milady," Percy pouted.
"Percy, I'm SURPRISED at you," she said sternly, her satanic eyebrows knitting in anger. "At times you speak to me as though you were my equal. You must always remember I am of royal blood and that you will never be."
She left the crestfallen lad in the hallway as she entered her bedroom, her big, shapely hips wriggling deliriously. He went into his room and took the new suit off a hanger in the closet. He was startled when he attempted to pull on the trousers to find that they fitted him like a second skin. Only by stuffing his long cock down one pant leg was he able to tug them to his waist. They were of a fine Italian silk material, and the taut fabric outlined the awesome shape of his penis as though it were a contraceptive.
"Oh, they fit beautifully child," Lady Worthington exclaimed as she pranced into the room on her stiletto heels, clad in a breathtaking black Belgian lace foundation garment with numerous little red satin bows woven into it. A boned support panel in the front cupped the undersides of her enormous melons, pressing them together so that her cleavage was deeper than ever, the long, flaming red nipples peeking over some frilly lace at the top.
She had chosen shorter black nylons for the occasion, permitting the garter straps to course a longer trail over her jutting hips and fulsome limbs; the coal black bands at the tops of the hose stretching upwards in sharp inverted V's as they stretched to the bursting point.
A glamorous pair of long black kid gloves that flared into dramatic points above her shoulders adorned her meaty arms, and she was fumbling awkwardly with the buttons at the wrist. "Percy dear, would you button these for me? I seem to be all thumbs this evening ... for HEAVEN'S sake, your penis is larger than I've ever seen it. I TOLD you to get rid of that erection."
"H-How do you expect me to get rid of it when you come in here looking so ... so fabulous? he answered sheepishly, his eyes downcast.
"Oh my goodness child. Aren't you used to seeing me like this yet," she smiled, holding her gloved hands up to be buttoned. "I'm old enough to be your mother."
"Maybe so, but my mother never looked like that," he replied shakily.
The tight material of his trousers held his mammoth boner to his leg as though it were strapped there with adhesive tape, the great cock-head the size of a fully grown apple almost to his knee. In truth one had to look carefully to decide which was his leg, and which his penis, both being approximately the same thickness.
He took longer time than was necessary to button the gloves, thrilling to the sensation of the exquisite softness of the kid on his fingers; thrilling to the delightful fragrance of the perfume that emanated from them.
She cupped his chin, letting him breath in the aphrodisiac aroma for a moment, then left, her long legs gleaming brilliantly in their gossamer sheathing of black nylon.
His penis finally in repose, Percy went downstairs to await the arrival of Baroness Melechamp. He wasn't too much intrigued by the idea. Probably a fat old dowager, and this combined with the fact that his beloved for some strange reason had rejected him, didn't add up to an interesting evening.
But when she finally arrived, all that changed. She looked ravishing in a floor-length gold lame gown that fitted her ripe curves like wet tissue paper. His eyes flew to her long, pointed breasts, wondering how in the world they could stick straight out like that; wondering if they would topple over once her bra cups were removed.
Behind her aristocratic refinement he instinctively felt raw passion smoldering there, just waiting to be ignited. How he wished that he were a handsome, titled Britisher, and not the teenage son of the head butler. He saw her lovely eyes flick down at his trousers, gape open a bit when she saw the outline of the great limp sausage inside, then flick back up again. There was no change of expression; nothing to inform him of whether she approved or disapproved. Just that one quick flick of her eyes.
As the two women chatted gaily about this and that, the Baroness sat down on a magnificently carved settee, and Percy sat down opposite in a baronial armchair. Lady Worthington stood to one side, casually puffing on a cigarette that was in a ridiculously long, diamond studded holder. The Baroness crossed her legs, a long slit in the side of her gown parting and exposing breathtaking limbs encased in sleek black hose. The movement had moved her skirt in such a way that the entire underside of one leg was visible, at least from a little bit below Percy's eye-level it would be. Percy slid down in his chair, hoping to see more. He could see a jeweled garter clasp glittering against the black band at the top and a couple of inches of creamy-white thigh, but no more. From further down the sight would no doubt be devastating. Perhaps he could even see her panties.
He wanted to see it. He had to see it, but how? He was already noticably too far down in his chair. He would attract attention if he slid further. She hoisted the crossed leg a bit, and now if he could only get down there he knew that he could see all the way up to her delicious crotch.
She rested an arm on her knee, and for the first time he realized that she was wearing armpit length white kid gloves. The hand looked virginal and glittering white against the blackness of the sensuous hose. The contrast sent his pulse racing.
Drop something, that was it. Bend over and take a peek, they might not notice that. Suddenly Lady Worthington excused herself and left the room. Now was his chance.
He took a penknife from his pocket and let it slip between his fingers. He bent over and picked it up, glancing upwards as he did so. He almost fell flat on his face, and couldn't suppress the gasp that rose to his lips. For there, centered between her creamy white thighs, plainly visible in the shadowy area beneath her skirt, was a great hairy cunt, with the most delectable pussy lips he had ever seen, twitching convulsively.
It was centered in a feminine world of silk, lace, nylon, and flesh, all in a wondrous confusion. Percy sat up, his mind in a whirl, his cock zooming down his trousers leg towards erection.
"What do you think you were looking at between my legs. Percy?" It was the Baroness's voice, stern, almost threatening. Cutting through his confusion with a terrible clarity.
Percy tried desperately to pull himself together, groping for the words to answer her. "I w-wasn't looking at anything Baroness," was all he could manage.
"You mean to say that what I have between my legs isn't worth looking at? ... it's NOTHING?" she snapped, and uncrossing her legs and spreading them wide, she added, 'Take another look."
There in a welter of garter straps and fine lace, was a great hairy bush that extended upwards almost to her navel, and peeking through the dense underbrush were her pouting pussy-lips, bright pink in color and shining wetly.
"Do you still say that you were looking at nothing?" She was smiling now, the sterness gone from her tone.
"Gosh no, that's really something Baroness," Percy replied, his confidence returning with her smile.
"And that's really something you've got there between your legs too child." She was speaking softer now, her tone tinged with rising excitement as she stared at the monster in Percy's tight trousers.
"Gosh, I don't know why he got so big Baroness, perhaps...."
"Oh, who are you trying to fool child," she interrupted, all the fires of Hades seemingly let loose in her beautiful big eyes. "You saw my pretty pussy and your penis reacted in a normal way. If you look closely you can see that I'm reacting too, in a different way of course ... come over here and see."
Percy rose from his chair and walked awkwardly to her, his long, fat cock strapped to his leg by his tight trousers, a rapidly spreading wet spot growing over the area that covered his cock-head.
"Sit on the floor and look," she suggested. "Real close I mean."
He sat down and stared eagerly at the big pussy, gasping as he saw a steady stream of liquid trickling out of its lower edges and dripping on to her lacey undergarment.
"You see Percy, all men and women react this way when attracted to one another," she said softly, almost in a whisper.
'Y-You mean you're attracted to me?"
"You see my pussy dripping, don't you?"
'Yes, but I'm merely a boy, the son of the butler. And you're so incredibly beautiful, and a Baroness!"
"Nature breaks down all such barriers child. That's what makes the world go round. If people only became attracted to people that they should be, pretty soon there'd be no one on this earth."
It was all pretty deep for Percy, but it got through to him that she at least liked him. She must to have blatantly showed him her pussy that way.
"Child," she continued. 'That looks like a brand new suit."
"It is."
"Well for heaven's sake, you're going to ruin it if you aren't careful. I'm sure the tailor wasn't aware of what a huge penis you have ... here, come up and sit next to me and let's see what we can do about it."
He rose and sat next to her, breathing deeply of the musky scent of a cloud of perfume that enveloped him, staring greedily at the fantastic melons that jutted so far out in front of her, the long sharp nipples seemingly about to puncture the thin fabric of her gown.
"I'm afraid he's going to rip your trousers if we don't do something quick to make him go down, child." Her voice was a low, excited whisper. "Perhaps if I give him a good pinch."
She dropped a gloved hand on his turgid cock and slid it along the entire length in what definitely was not a pinch; then paused at the tip and pinched the spongy gland. She waited for a reaction, her little hand still on his mammoth penis. "Good gracious, it's as hot and as hard as a fired poker," she exclaimed incredulously. "It certainly shows no signs of getting softer."
If anything, the sensation of the ravishing woman's hand on his penis caused it to lengthen and harden even more, and the thin material could actually be heard straining under the great pressure like sails in the wind.
"Percy, we're just going to have to take your trousers off or they'll be ruined," she said suddenly.
By the fires of burning passion that he saw in her eyes, Percy realized that she wasn't interested in his trousers' welfare at all. What she was interested in was the long, thick pecker that was inside. A feeling of power flowed over him. This wasn't the first time since coming to this household that he found women went wild at the sight of his huge organ. All of this concern about his trousers then was a pretense, an excuse to get his trousers off. Well two could play at this game. A little teasing should make her all the hotter for him, and he could have some fun besides.
"B-But Baroness ... I ... I can't take my trousers off in front of you," he stammered, feigning embarrassment. "I'll go upstairs and change into a larger pair."
He started to rise, but she yanked him back with fingers that dug into his shoulders like steel pegs. "Oh NO ... you mustn't ... er you might rip your pants on the way upstairs."
Her gloved fingers were at his waist, fumbling wildly for his belt buckle.
Percy held his hands over his crotch like a small boy who has to go to the bathroom. "B-But I can't let you see my big prick," he protested. "It's so huge you might faint, Baroness."
'I'll faint if I don't see it," she muttered under her breath, then aloud, "Oh Percy, I've seen many pricks, as you Americans call them, in my time. I have three sons."
"Yeah, but I bet all three of them don't measure up to mine," he said proudly.
"No you're probably right, but what does size matter?"
"All the girls that I've gone with in America seem to think that it matters quite a bit," Percy replied with a twinkle in his eyes, enjoying the turnabout in the proceedings immensely.
There was desperation in her eyes as the Baroness pondered over what to do next. She couldn't let herself sink to the point where she had to fight the child for possession of his penis. Yet she had to have it or regret it the rest of her life.
Then she realized what she must do. Since he had to cover up his penis with his hands, that left the rest of him undefended, and there was lots a wily woman could do to parts of a male other than his cock and balls that would drive him wild.
"Well Percy, since you won't let me reduce your erection that way, I'll just have to try another."
Despite her gloved fingers, she deftly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off; then yanked his undershirt over his head. She was startled by his pitifully thin torso, wondering how on earth he ever came to possess such a mighty penis.
She leaned forwards and pressed the tips of her sharply pointed breasts against his bare chest, taking an earlobe between her bee-stung, painted lips and nipping it sharply with her teeth. Her breath was a raging holocaust in his ear as she caressed his face with a gloved palm, letting it wander caressingly down onto his chest, and one by one, pinching his nipples into erection. Then onto both sides of his body, causing him to shake spasmodically. Her gloved fingers wandered across his stomach, smiling as she saw the muscles spasm.
She was murmuring soft, incoherent things as she slid a hand under the top of his trousers and let her fingers move about in the sprouting tendrils of his bush. Percy groaned and she smiled again. And when she felt him release the pressure of his cupping hands she knew that she had him. She ran her gloved fingers caressingly, teasingly all about the root of his mighty tool, but never quite touching it. His groan was louder. She dove down deeper and for a fleeting instant cupped a massive testicle in a gloved palm, then released it and went back to its former position.
Percy released his hands completely then and began to writhe under her artful caresses, twisting about in a vain attempt to cause her hand to make contact with his aching organ, an organ so swollen with desire that it seemed about to explode and cast cock-flesh all about the room.
"You naughty child," she purred, flicking her tongue out and laving the nooks and crevices in his ear. "You WANT me to see it now, don't you?"
"Y-Yes ... oh YES-S-S." He shouted it out, all thoughts of his little game forced from his mind by a wild carnal craving to have those delicious gloved fingers on his tortured prong.
'You want the Baroness to slip her lipstick coated lips over your big fat knob and suck on it for hours, don't you?"
"Oh YES-YES, especially that," he wailed, wriggling his skinny ass all over the couch in his excitement.
"Well, I don't know if I should do a thing like that to a little boy who has been so naughty," she scolded, deftly unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly.
"Oh PLEASE do it, Baroness," he pleaded, scrambling to his feet and laying himself across her lap, his hard rump slipping between her knees. "I'll do anything for you if you will ... I'll suck your pussy for you as long as you wish."
"My, but the little boys in America certainly are naughty," she murmured as she spread the flaps of his fly wide apart and unbuttoned his shorts. "Lift your seat up a moment."
He raised his seat and she slowly tugged both trousers and underpants down over his frail thighs. She gasped as the incredible girth of his stalk came into view. She was amazed at the tremendous upwards pressure his penis exerted on the garments. So much so that she had to use all of her strength to pull them down.
As more and more of the long thick shaft was revealed, the upwards pressure caused the exposed portion to bend like a bow. Finally the material arrived at the base of his cock-head and there she experienced great difficulty. It caught on the thick ridge and refused to budge.
"Oh my, your trousers are caught. I guess I'll have to pull them back up," she teased, bringing a cry of protest from Percy. "Give a good yank, it won't hurt him ... nothin' will hurt him now."
The Baroness held her breath in tremulous anticipation as she jerked the trousers down with all her might. Straight up in the air his giant penis sprang, like a missile leaving an underground silo. It swayed ponderously back and forth, long streams of seminal-fluid running down his long penis to puddle between his balls.
The Baroness stared greedily at the gourmet meal of male goodies that were laid out in her lap, licking her painted lips til they shown brilliantly, her gloved hands wandering caressingly about in his pubic area, but never once touching his elaphantine prick.
Percy trembled and wriggled, twisting under her artful touch, completely helpless in her gloved hands. The need to have those exquisite kid encased fingers on his turgid wand was an obsession, a crying need. He twisted about wildly, like a skewered eel, attempting to make contact. She moved her hands away, giggling. "Child ... whatever has come over you? I've never seen anyone quite so impatient. Tell me, are all the little boys in America this impatient?"
"When a girl's moving her hand all around his prick and never touches it, they are!" he gasped.
"PERCY, what an obscene thing to say," she chided, but her lovely eyes were smiling. "I don't remember anything in our agreement about touching. I was only to see your big penis, that's all."
"I-I thought that once you saw him you'd want to touch him," he replied weakly.
"I do, child ... oh, I do-o-o so very much," she said in mock seriousness. "But Percy, I'm a woman twice your age, and it isn't right for me to play with your big penis; anyway it would soil my gloves. White kid is very hard to clean."
"I have fifteen dollars in my room," he cried out, pleading with her as he had never pleaded before. "I'll buy you a new pair tomorrow ... PLE-E-E-E-ASE touch him."
The Baroness's smile was a smile of triumph. How beautifully she had twisted things around; playing the same little game that he had played so shortly before, and he so excited that he didn't realize it. As she sat there, watching his enormous rigid cock thump the air, seminal drippings scattering about, he wriggling and twisting impatiently on her lap. She realized that it was a scene that would never again be duplicated in her life, and it would forever be etched in her memory. "All right, child," she purred softly. I'll touch it for you."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Lady Worthington was going wild. Never had she seen such a lascivious scene. If you could have taken away Percy's penis, it could easily have been a mother with her little boy lying across her lap. But with the great, projecting penis, she couldn't imagine a more wanton scene.
She was standing in the pantry, staring through a peep-hole that she'd had installed a few years previously. On the other side she was peeking through two partially separated books in a bookcase that comprised one wall of the room.
She was so filled with carnal lust that she wanted the Baroness's gloved hand on that enormous penis as much as Percy did. She had her skirt up and her panties down; two gloved fingers pistoning in and out of her sopping wet pussy, working the leather vigorously over the swollen nub of her clitoris.
"Ah-h-h Milady ... up to your old tricks again I see." It was old Jenkins' voice, wheezing and cackling, full of reproach. "Here, give me a peek."
Lady Worthington stood rooted to the spot, paralyzed with fear. If he looked into that room and saw what was going on, how blatantly the Baroness was now jerking on his son's cock, all hell would break loose. She must side-track him ... she HAD to side-track him.
She turned and faced him, still holding her skirt up, even higher than before, showing him her long, breathtaking limbs in their sheer sheathing of black nylon, her little black lace panties stretched taut over her meaty thighs. Up above the great, triangle shaped black bush was etched sharply against the creamy whiteness of her stomach. Fluid was literally pouring out of her pussy, running in thin streams down over her fulsome thighs onto the blackness of her hose.
"Wouldn't you rawther have the real thing, luv," she purred, spreading her legs as far as her panties would permit, showing him the long, vermilion slash of her big pussy, and wriggling her lush hips suggestively. "Here it is ready and waiting for that horse's cock of yours."
Perspiration began to form on Jenkins' brow as he stared at the lascivious scene, his great penis beginning to fatten and lengthen in his striped butler's trousers. "I'll give you a good jazz Milady, but first I'd like to take just one look."
"Jenkins ... t-there are two close friends of mine in there, and I would prefer that you don't discover who they are. If you promise not to look, I'll suck you Jenkins ... suck you as long as you like, and as often as you like from now on." She was stammering, searching desperately for the words to keep him from looking through the peep-hole. Ready to promise anything. This matter could go to old Bailey if he saw what was going on in the next room. "You know how long it's been since I went down on that magnificent stud cock of yours, Jenkins. You know how often you've pleaded for me to. Just think, by merely not looking through that peep-hole you can have my juicy, painted lips on your prick anytime you wish."
Jenkins felt as though there were two hands on his, tugging him in two directions. What she promised was sheer delight; but on the other hand there was something going on in that other room that he should know about. Perhaps it was a member of Parliment, or a person of even more importance. Knowledge that he could put to good use. It was becoming clear to him that Lady Worthington had no intention of divorcing her husband now. Dick had told him that the Lord had caught him with her in the barn in a compromising situation. That meant that he never would get the five thousand pounds that she had promised.
As he pondered over what to do, she was busy releasing her enormous globes from first her light gown, then the cups of her bra. Now they were naked, jiggling with the intensity of her breathing.
Seeing that he was wavering, she hoisted a massive globe up with each hand and stretched them away from her torso towards him, purring softly, "Just think of it, Jenkins. You can have my big breasts to play with ... to suck and chew on anytime you wish, you must have been missing them so. I'm sorry about that; I haven't been feeling too well lately, that's why I haven't been to your room. But just think, all of that will change if you just don't look in there. I'll come in wearing all of those sexy undergarments you love so much, and slip your long penis out of your pajamas and love and adore it with my greedy soft lips. It will be flaming red from my lipstick when I leave, for I shall have spent hours and hours sucking on it."
That did the trick. With a groan, Jenkins unzipped his fly with a trembling hand, and hauled out his massive cock, all gnarled and purplish, so different from Percy's clean white weapon. The instant she saw it, Lady Worthington's anxieties were replaced by a craving for that mighty cock, as lustful passion began to boil inside her once again.
He grasped the gnarled old cock at the root and lewdly waved it at her. "Suck it baby ... suck it good ... suck it only the way you can." His voice was an animal-like snarl.
With a cry she dropped in front of him, her knees striking the hard old oak flooring; but she scarcely noticed the pain. Ignoring his calling her anything but "Milady" for the first time. She steadied his great prick with her gloved fingers and literally swooped down on it like an eagle diving on its prey.
She had to pump and pump and pump her head to work the massive purplish gland inside, and once she did her cheeks puffed to the splitting point with the enormity of it. She nibbled, she sucked, she licked and she pumped, seemingly all at once in a violent whirlwind of action. There was nothing whatsoever tender about her assault on him. She sank her gloved fingers into his balls, banging them together, tugging them down, the sacks stretching and sending agonizing pleasure pains zooming through his steaming vitals. Rubbed them together hard as her head became a blur in the dimly lit room; her long raven tresses cascading back and forth with the violence of her movements.
Wild wet sucking sounds reverberated around the little pantry as she continued to devour the gnarled organ, slippery now from a heavy coating of lipstick.
Jenkins' breath was coming out in loud rasping gasps, his old heart pumping as fast as it could in his chest. She had gone down on him many times in the past, but never with such extreme passion.
Suddenly his mammoth prick was spewing the contents of his balls into her torrid mouth, literally blasting her head off of it. The second shot caught her high on the cheek bone and ricochetted into her hair. She jammed her ripe lips over his gland just in time to catch the third, and from then on she gulped and gulped til he was juiceless. She didn't stop then, continuing to draw mightily on the shrinking prick, jerking and jerking on it with her gloved fingers as it softened in her hands.
He was wheezing and coughing, gasping for breath. It had been too much for his tired old body to withstand. With a final wheeze, he sank to the floor, out like a light.
"Well, Jenkins baby," she chuckled. "I guess that takes care of you. Now let's see how far things have progressed in there!"
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
After Lady Worthington's close-up view of Jenkins' randy old prick, the one that stuck straight up from Percy's groin as he lay across the Baroness's lap, looked like an immense clean white candle with a shiny red apple balanced on the tip.
The Baroness had her two gloved hands, one above the other, working them vigorously up and down on it as if it were a handle and she was churning butter. Little Percy was wriggling wildly around on her lap, his head twisting from side to side on the couch.
"I'll bet you never had a Baroness jerk you off, child," the Baroness hissed through teeth that were knitted tight in passion. "Do I do it as well as the girls back in America?"
"Oh better, Baroness ... MUCH better," he wailed.
"Would you prefer that I take my gloves off?" she giggled. "You know it isn't considered polite to even shake hands with your gloves on, much less masturbate a little boy with them."
"Oh NO," he protested quickly. "I love-e-e the feel of them on my big prick."
"Why don't I take one off?" she suggested "Then you can have the sensation of one gloved, and one bare hand on him."
"Alright, but don't take long," he cried.
She released his great cock and it began to thump the air once again in tempo with his racing pulse. She had some difficulty loosening the tiny pearl buttons that held the glove taut at the wrist, and he moaned and wriggled impatiently as she worked at them.
Finally they were undone, and she slipped her slender white hand out of the opening as women do when they eat. And it was apparent to Lady Worthington at the peep-hole that she was preparing to eat, as she wrapped tenacious fingers, five gloved and five bare, as far around his amazingly thick shaft as they could go, which seemed just barely more than halfway.
Her gemed encrusted fingers glittered brilliantly as they reflected the light from a nearby table. The hands were moving relentlessly once again as she purred wickedly to him: "Now child, I am going to slip my full, painted lips over that shiny red knob you have on the end of your penis. I thought I would tell you so that you wouldn't...."
The excited Baroness was unable lo complete her sentence, for suddenly he cried out and the long rigid cock began to spurt. Spurt after spurt after spurt fountained from him, landing all over the Baroness, Percy and the couch.
The Baroness shrieked and stomped her stiletto heels in anguish. "You came too soon!" she shrieked. "You should have warned me."
"I-It felt so wonderful I didn't want you to stop," he said sheepishly.
"No matter, child," she smiled, picking his long limp prick up in a gloved hand and leaning down to plant a wet, smacking kiss on the slimy head, her tongue flicking out to lap it clean. "You'll be ready for another go in a few minutes."
"Mind if someone else joins this delicious act?"
They both snapped there heads around to see Lady Worthington standing there, looking fantastic in her bewitching black lace foundation garment, shimmering black hose and gloves. She was standing with feet widespread, gloved hands on hips, snapping her great hairy cunt up at them in burlesque-like fashion.
"WAIT," the Baroness objected. "You promised me. I haven't sucked him, or been fucked by him, or anything."
"I promised you a half hour with him, that's all. Is it my fault that you were foolish enough to jerk him off?" Lady Worthington chided. "Anyway I thought you would welcome the entrance of my big boobs and delicious pussy. You certainly never objected before."
She walked seductively towards the couple on the couch, swiveling her jutting hips, the long, frilly garter straps alternately stretching and giving with her steps; her enormous globes swinging from side to side.
She grasped Percy under the arms and easily lifted him off of the Baroness's lap, setting him down next to her. She sat down on the other side of him, and now little Percy was literally surrounded by the greatest mass of feminine pulchritude one could imagine.
"You have an advantage," the Baroness pouted, wriggling and worming out of her gown, til she sat in her dusky hose, a garter belt that was a slim black strap girdling her waist, and a flimsy black lace bra that could just barely contain her out-thrusting, pointed melons.
She reached behind her back and worked the bra hooks, her big breasts bounding free, still amazingly pointed, the long nipples saucily uptilted.
"I can never quite get used to your amazing breasts, my deah," Lady Worthington purred, reaching across Percy and clutching one in her gloved hand, looking startling black against the creamy white flesh.
Oh yours are much nicer ... so-o-o-o devestatingly huge," the Baroness replied, reaching across and cupping a massive globe, jiggling it about in her gloved hand.
Little Percy suddenly felt left out of things. Although the Baroness still cupped his limp dick in her hand, they obviously had forgotten all about him. "W-What about me?" he asked in a pathetic, weak voice.
"Ah-h-h-h precious, we haven't forgotten about you. How could we with what the Baroness is holding in her hand," Lady Worthington said soothingly, patting his cherubic face with a gloved hand. "We're merely amusing ourselves while you build up a fresh supply of sperm in those big testicles of yours."
"I-It's already there, Milady," Percy said proudly.
"Good gracious, it can't be," the Baroness exclaimed, an astounded expression on her face.
"It well might be," Lady Worthington said. "Our little friend has fabulous recuperative powers."
She slid a hand alongside the Baroness's on the underside of Percy's soft prick, and even though it was limp and shrunken, there was still an inch or two of shaft dangling over her hand before it came to the gland.
Simultaneously both women leaned over and ran their painted lips wetly up and down the long penis, nibbling it gently with their teeth. "I think it's beginning to harden," the Baroness exclaimed. "Do you feel it?"
"Yes I do, quite a man our little Percy," Lady Worthington giggled.
The two women sat up and all three stared at the incredible sight of Percy experiencing an erection. His long cock slithered along in their gloved palms, looking for all the world like a white snake leaving its lair as it lengthened further still.
It began to stiffen, and the great bloated knob began to rise, just perceptably at first, then with gathering momentum. Finally it stood straight out, stiff and proud in their hands.
"Good GRACIOUS, what a penis!" the Baroness exclaimed. "I've never seen anyone get a hard-on so fast."
"It is a beauty isn't it," Lady Worthington offered. Her hand being nearest the pear-shaped gland, she cupped it on the underside and moved her fingers about til the clinging kid was oiled by his flowing passion. "What shall we do with it?"
"Well, seeing as I'm your guest I think I should have it first," the Baroness suggested.
"Be my guest, Baroness, but we'll have to set a time limit."
"Alright," the Baroness reluctantly agreed. "I'll need it for at least a half hour."
And so it was agreed. "I've been dying to suck it ever since I saw that great lump in those wicked trousers you bought him," said the Baroness as she slid to her knees between his splayed legs.
She took his erect organ in her hands and proceeded to lick the entire length of his turgid shaft, bending it back and running her tongue from his foreskin all the way down to his balls, smacking her painted lips wetly over the vein-puffed surfaces. She dipped lower and wriggled her nose between his mammoth balls, lipping in some of the hair-flecked flesh.
She sucked and sucked, and the entire testicle slipped into her mouth. The wanton Baroness sloshed the juicy morsel from cheek to cheek with her tongue, grating her sharp teeth over the stringy, loose flesh.
Percy was going wild. Moaning incoherently, he wriggled his skinny ass all over the couch, for up above he had the added stimulation of Lady Worthington's gloved fingers as she tweaked his nipples into erection, mashing her ripe, wet lips over his in a fiery kiss.
The Baroness suddenly lifted her head, and opening her painted lips into a wet circle, she plunged down on his slippery cock and sucked it in, gurgling deeply in her throat. She savored it for a moment, flicking her tongue wildly about on the slimy surfaces. Then with agonizing slowness she drew back, holding firmly to his rampant prick with her clinging leech-like lips, giving him the excruciating sensation of lips, tongue and teeth rippling over his slippery cock-flesh.
She swirled her tongue round and round on the turgid flesh, doing everything with an exasperating slowness that left him gasping for breath. The Baroness was expert at her delectable task. This was her cup of tea. She liked nothing better than having a long, limber dick deep in her torrid mouth. She was in sheer heaven. Never had she sucked on one that filled her mouth so completely, and to think that it belonged to a thirteen year old boy who couldn't have weighed more than ninety pounds.
The lascivious scene of that great pecker sawing in and out of the Baroness's mouth was just too much for Lady Worthington. With a cry, she scrambled off of the couch, and hunching down over the great round globes of the Baroness's uptilted rump, she ran her tongue wetly down the full length of her ass-cleavage. She moved it back up, and the Baroness moaned as Lady Worthington skewered her tongue into the tight, restricting ring of her anus.
The Baroness was almost out of her mind with carnal lust. With a wild shriek, she let his great cock slip out of her mouth, and thrusting Lady Worthington aside, threw herself down on her back, her long limbs spread wantonly and kicking spasmodically.
"FUCK me with that huge cock," she screamed. "Ram it into me ... HURRY, my time's almost up."
"I think under the circumstances I'll allow you a bit more time," Lady Worthington smiled as she resumed her position on the couch, watching the proceedings intently as she spread her legs and rammed two fingers deep into her sopping wet pussy.
"Hurry-HURRY ... give it to me," the Baroness screamed, her face distorted, her teeth clenched in passion. "I NE-E-E-E-ED it real bad ... oh I'm sO-O-O hot for it, baby!"
Percy was a bit startled by her wild ravings. A little bit hesitant as he approached her and kneeled between her wildly kicking limbs. The Baroness grabbed his great cock when it was within reach, and almost tore it from its moorings as she dragged him over the rug towards her. She humped her ass towards him, and holding his rigid organ at the root, rammed it into her.
As soon as his elephantine prick entered her tight, moist pussy, little Percy seemed to lose his senses. He began to hop all about, his skinny hips shaking as though they were in the grip of an automatic paint can shaker, his prick moving with blinding speed in the torrid depths of her pussy.
"GOD can he fuck," the Baroness screamed, wrapping her legs around his slim back, the room filled with that exciting sound of nylon hissing across bare flesh as she worked them under his shirt tails and moved them about wildly.
A great torrent of hot sperm shot down the length of Percy's penis and spewed into the Baroness's hot cunt, she screaming wildly as it triggered her own orgasm.
"Anyone for a game of checkers?" Lady Worthington giggled as she sat catching her own orgasm in her gloved hands as it streamed steadily from her pussy.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The next day it was decided that little Percy should attend a public school. (Strangely in England a public school is private.) There was a school for boys on the outskirts of the village.
Weatherby drove Lady Worthington and our little hero to the school and he was registered, but not before a mass of hoots, whistles and catcalls as the young boys spotted Lady Worthington's fantastic bust jiggling wildly with her steps as she pranced down the hall. Percy was angry at her embarrassment, yet proud to be seen with such an enchanting creature, an aura of aristocratic refinement surrounding her, almost glowing in the subdued lighting.
He was dismayed when he was sent to class immediately. Assuming that he would start on the following day, he had hoped to return to the manor and get his hand on those fabulous breasts once again. A night's sleep had restored his youthful vigor, and his craving for Lady Worthington's ripe charms had returned double fold.
Consequently he didn't have his heart in his work in his first two classes. He was pleasantly surprised to find that the professors were kind to him, not the stern disciplinarians that he expected to find in an English school. This was nice, but it would be far nicer to be in bed with his fabulous mistress, crawling spider-like over her vast assortment of curves, suckling on her awe-inspiring globes.
He was startled out of his lethargy when he entered his third class. Half sitting on the front of her desk, one long, shapely limb up, the other curving gracefully to the floor, was a breathtakingly beautiful woman. She had a high, finely set brow, over which the skin was marble smooth and white; the whitest complexion he had seen in a nation of white complexions. The nose was straight and finely chiseled; her lips fanstastically red, the color of ripe, luscious cherries. Adjacent to the corners of those full, juicy lips, the faintest trace of two dimples appeared as she smiled, which she proceeded to do the instant she saw him.
Perhaps an artist could have looked at that face in a dispassionate way and decide that it was worth painting because of its incredible beauty, but for an emotional child like Percy he found himself in love before he examined any other part of her.
And her eyes! They were wide open liquid pools of brilliant blue. They seemed to pierce right to his very soul. When he finally tore his eyes away from that ravishing face, Percy's knees weakened and he almost stumbled as he went to an empty desk, grateful that he made it as he sat down. She had the face of an angel, but the body of a super-endowed burlesque queen.
She filled a long sleeved, high necked dress that would have been demure and modest on anyone else since it covered everything on her upper body except her face and hands. But all it did on her was accentuate her ripeness. The jersey material was tailored to her bust in such a way that it even curved in on the inside slopes, intimately disappearing in her cleavage, so that each out-jutting melon was proclaimed individually to Percy's avidly wandering eyes. Each long nipple poking through the tissue thin material seemed to say come and get it, there's nothing underneath but soft, firm flesh.
"You're a new boy aren't you?" she asked in a melodious voice as she primped up the long silvery-blonde tresses that fell softly to her shoulders. "What's your name?"
"P-Percy," he answered weakly.
"Well Percy, I see by your accent that you're an American," she smiled. "Welcome to Great Britain Percy, my name's Miss Havasuck."
The whole class tittered as Percy let out a startled gasp. How on earth could such an incredibly beautiful woman get such a terrible name. It was a crime, more than that, it was sacrilege.
She then proceeded with a lesson in English history, briefly commenting on the Tudor Kings, staying in her same half-sitting position on the front of the desk. Strangely Percy couldn't take his eyes off her lovely face, marveling at the way her full, pouting lips mouthed her words, boring deep into those huge, luminous eyes. She had a fabulous shape, there was no denying that; but Percy had become rather blase about fabulous shapes since his arrival at Worthington Manor, there were so many of them there.
It was her beauty then that intrigued him, overwhelmed him in fact. He tore his eyes from her face and glanced down, startled to see that she had widened the arc of her legs, and now you could see the dark band at the top of the stretched limb, and a few inches of creamy white flesh above.
When the Baroness Melechamp had shown him her goodies in precisely the same way the night before, Percy had an instant hard-on. Now however all he felt was concern for this lovely creature. If her skirt slipped a few notches higher the class would be able to see her panties, and he must prevent her this embarrassment at all costs. "S-Shouldn't we tell Miss Havasuck that we can see above her stockings," he whispered to a boy who sat across from him.
"Blimey, she knows it 'erself," the boy replied in a heavy cockney accent. "She teases us blokes all the time like that, sittin' there on her desk so lady-like and all ... spreadin' them sexy legs a hers an' showin' us 'er pussy ... she gets 'er kicks that way. Donald, that bright kid wiv the glasses over there, 'e says she's what's known as an exobitionist, I think 'e called it."
Little Percy's whole world seemed to collapse around him in a shambles. The light of love that burned inside him flickered out, to be replaced by an equally burning hatred. Hatred for a woman who could torment a class of boys that way; undoubtedly reveling in the fact that she knew they would go home after school and masturbate with visions of her pussy in their minds.
Her luscious limbs parted further, and there it was, the great vermilion slash of her pussy seen clearly through a diaphanous pair of pink panties, cut so low that a great mass of silvery fleece bulged over the top.
Percy snapped his eyes up to her face and caught her staring intently at him, looking for his reaction. Well pretty miss, you're not going to get the reaction you expect, he thought. He turned his head and gazed casually out of a window, stretching and yawning as if her wanton display bored him. His peripheral vision told him that her brows were knitted in anger, an exasperated expression on her lovely countenance.
The rest of the period she sat there with her legs spread wide apart, going on with her lesson, all the boys except Percy staring avidly at her pussy. She never once took her eyes off him, a desperate, almost pleading expression there.
Occasionally he would glance her way, an indifferent expression on his face as he casually looked between her legs, as though what he was seeing was no more interesting than a pound of lard.
Before the period was over she was nervously tapping her long, richly lacquered nails on the desk top. It was obvious that his indifference was driving her wild, his plan was working beautifully.
This class was the last for the day, and when the bell signaled that it was over, Percy sat in his seat as the boys filed into the coat room for their garments. She didn't move a muscle, just sat there with her legs widespread, a thoroughly confused expression on her face.
When the last boy had left the room, Percy arose and made his way to the coat room. He smiled as he heard her stiletto-heels clicking on the floor behind him. Suddenly the door closed and he heard the sound of heavy, rapid breathing.
"Percy why didn't you look at me?" her voice was a low, shakey gasp, almost incoherent.
"I did look at you, Miss Havasuck," Percy replied in as haughty a tone as he could muster.
"Y-Yes, but not like the other boys always do," she whispered huskily. "Don't you like girls, Percy?"
"Yeah ... of course I do, but you ain't any girl, lady." He was speaking crudely now, his back still to her as he slipped into his jacket.
"D-Didn't my ... my pussy interest you then?"
"Not especially, why should it?"
"It interests all the other boys." I ain't all the other boys."
"Y-You didn't find it attractive then?"
"I've seen a prettier one on a mangy old grey mare I used to ride back in America."
This brought on the sound of air rushing out of her lungs as they collapsed. Then he heard the barely audible sound of a garment striking the floor. He turned around and was startled to see her standing there almost naked, her creamy-white flesh glowing from a light set high in the ceiling. A tiny white lace garter belt girdled her waist, blatant dark bronze hose contrasting vividly with her blazing white thighs.
Her breasts were twin marvels. Deliciously full, yet firm and out-thrusting, capped with unbelievably huge brownish aureoles and nipples. Her breath was coming in quick, sharp pants, and it was obvious she was in the throes of intense passion. Not with desire for him, but merely from the fact that at long last he was looking at her.
"D-Do you find me attractive, Percy?" she purred, leaning down and rolling her taut little panties down over her full-fleshed thighs, her long, pointed melons swinging down and away from her body.
Percy did find her attractive, the most luscious, most desirable creature he had ever seen. The great protrusion in his trousers attested to that. But her glowing nakedness didn't alter his intense hatred of her. Her magnificent exterior covered an interior that was wide, ugly. "Passably attractive, yes" he answered casually.
She had a hand rubbing briskly over the velvety pelt of her bush, an index finger skewered deep in her wet pussy, wriggling voraciously. She was masturbating, excited beyond belief over the fact that he was looking at her.
"Why are you doing that, Miss Havasuck?" Percy asked suddenly, startling her out of her ecstasy.
"D-Doing what?"
"Finger-fucking yourself like that."
"That's an obscene thing to say."
"It's a more obscene thing to do, especially in front of a little boy like myself."
That one she couldn't answer. She stood hesitantly, her finger deep in her pussy, motionless.
"I've got something in my trousers here that I guarantee will feel better in there than any old finger." Quickly Percy unzipped his fly and hauled out his mighty machine. She, not having noticed the lump in his trousers, almost fainted with shock.
"Don't you DARE touch me with that thing!" she shrieked. "Put it back in your trousers this instant!"
"Oh, so that's the way it is, is it?" he snapped, grabbing his cock by the root and waving it obscenely at her. "It's perfectly alright for you to show all the boys your big cunt every day, and come in here and take your clothes off. But you object when I take my little old pecker out to show you. I think the school authorities would just love to hear about this."
She stood there paralyzed with fear. In her excitement she had gone too far. He was the first boy who had looked upon her pussy with disinterest and it had weakened her confidence.
'Y-You wouldn't do that, would you?" her voice was a mass of entreaty.
"I should because you've been doing terrible things in this class, but there are ways that you can keep me quiet."
"How? ... anything ... anything at all," she pleaded.
"O.K. lay on your back," he instructed, unbuckling his belt and removing his trousers. As he tugged down his shorts she gasped as his monsterous balls tumbled out to swing ponderously back and forth in their long sacks.
Obediently she lay on her back, her eyes glued to the awesome spectacle of the tiny boy with the great thumping prick and canon ball-like testicles. He stepped across and straddled her mid-section; then moved towards her breasts, still unbelievably uptilted despite her prone position. He lowered his bony ass and slid down their upper slopes, his long cock projecting out, horizontal to her body, the massive red gland pumping up and down a few inches from her blood-red lips.
"I-It's dripping on my face, and you're hurting my breasts," she sputtered as some seminal drippings dropped between her ripe lips.
"Tough tittie, as we used to say back in America," he chuckled, taking his huge organ in his fist and rubbing the head back and forth over her lips. "Now have a suck, Miss Havasuck."
She closed her lips til they were a thin red line across her mouth. He reached down and gripped her nostrils tightly together, and when she opened her mouth to breathe he rammed his cock inside, wedging the massive throbbing gland in the back of her throat.
She coughed and sputtered, twisting her head frantically from side to side in a vain attempt to rid herself of the impaling cock before she choked. Eventually she managed to regain her breath, but still her jaw was spread open so wide by his tremendously fat prick it seemed to have come unhinged.
Her fears were melting away, and suddenly she realized she liked the sensation of having that long creamy cock deep in her throat, pulsing convulsively. She clasped the portion of his thick shaft that was projecting out of her mouth in her little hands, marveling at the marble-like smoothness of the slippery flesh.
Suddenly, involuntarily, she closed her lips around it and began to suck with the enthusiasm of a born cock-sucker. He groaned and began to slide up and down the long upper slopes of her jutting breasts, sawing his long, creamy cock betwen her clasping, suckling lips.
But Miss Havasuck didn't like this. She was pinned down, unable to move her head. She was so cock-crazy now she had to be the aggressor, not the passive receptacle for his gigantic organ.
She made a quick movement and twisted out from under him. With his long prick still in her mouth she flipped him onto his back and scrambled to her haunches, hovering over him, her little fingers clinging to his rigid shaft like bands of steel.
Forgotten was Percy's momentary hatred for the beautiful vixen. Forgotten was his plan to get even with her. After all, was it so bad to show the class that delicious pussy of hers? Quite a treat actually when you come to think of it. All he knew was that those full, luscious, lipstick coated lips were sheer heaven on his mighty organ.
As she mouthed him ferociously, his hands began to wander over her shapely limbs, hissing over the gossamer dusky nylon, snapping the long garter straps into her fulsome thighs. He ran a hand down and socked his open palm into her hairy pussy, the index finger extended and wriggling voraciously into the syrupy vagina.
Her scream of ecstasy came out as a piercing gurgle through her prick-stuffed lips, and as the finger flicked over the swollen nub of her clitoris it galvanized her into even more violent actions. She began to pump her head violently up and down, her long blonde tresses cascading wildly about.
The lovely Miss Havasuck discovered that there was something exciting to her about the sight of a little boy with his tiny penis sticking straight up in his trousers. She had discovered it quite accidental one day as she sat sideways at her desk, her long, lithsome limbs crossed, in view of the class.
One boy, a particularly handsome lad, was making little grunting sounds. She looked up to find him staring at her legs. There didn't seem to be anything the matter with him; then she saw it. a pencil like protrusion in his trousers, sticking straight out like a little tent pole.
She told him to stay after class. When they were alone she said she couldn't possibly let him walk from the class in such an obscene condition, and made him take down his pants. The tiny white penis with the knob at the end about the size and color of a ripe cherry, excited her more than any man's horny penis ever had. It was so clean, so youthful looking. She had a mad desire to touch it, play with it.
She got an admission out of him that he had masturbated many times, and he realized that was the only way it would go down. She closed her fist over it, and it was so tiny just the bare red tip protruded from her fingers. She began to pump her hand up and down, getting more and more excited by the moment. So much so that she thrust her full, pointed breasts at him and asked him to play with them. He was excited too and needed no urging. Instinctively, as though he knew the nipples were the most sensitive part, he tweaked them between his little fingers stretching them back beneath her thin summer dress, and letting them snap back. She was moaning in ecstasy as spurt after spurt of hot come fountained into the air. Incredibly, she experienced an orgasm of her own merely from the lascivious sight.
And so it had started, and so it continued. She would tease the boys with a exciting glimpses of her legs, growing bolder by the day, showing them more and more each time. Each day she would select a different boy to stay after school. And she would masturbate him, but only after swearing him to secrecy.
Never did she have the slightest desire to suck them, or have their little penis's in her pussy. All she desired was to feel their little dicks throbbing in her hand as she jerked them off.
She rejected her boy friends, no longer having the slightest interest in their larger pricks. In short it became an obsession with her.
Now as she sucked voraciously on Percy's mighty organ, her head pumping up and down, all of that was changed, she was normal once again.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
That evening Percy found himself very, very tired. Despite his extreme youth there was only so much the flesh could take, and he was physically exhausted. He had thoroughly enjoyed the debauchery he had become involved in since entering this household, but it had taken its toll of him.
Happily, the ancient manor was deserted except for the servants. Lord Worthington hadn't as yet returned from his business trip to London and his wife was playing in a bridge tournament somewheres. Tricia wasn't to be seen, so Percy welcomed the opportunity to get some much needed rest.
There was a roaring fire in the great Norman fireplace as Percy chose a high-backed heavily carved chair in a darkened corner of the room to relax in. Soon he drifted off to sleep, only to be awakened by the sound of the heavy oak front door closing out in the hall.
"Oh Daddy, it seems as though you've been away forever. It's so nice to have you back." It was Tricia's voice, tinged with excitement. An excitement that sounded unlike one might expect from a young girl greeting her father. Percy detected a strange connotation to her tone that he couldn't fathom.
"Oh you missed your daddy, did you my precious little baby?" Lord Worthington's tone was questioning, also a little strange. "Was there anything in particular that you missed most about your daddy?"
"Oh, there are lots of things that I miss when you're away Daddy," she giggled.
"Yes, I know my little girl misses lots of things about her daddy," he said somewhat impatiently. "But isn't there one particular thing that she misses most?"
"I can't possibly imagine what you're referring to, daddy." She managed to insert her words between little squeals of pleasure.
"Didn't my little girl miss this? I know it missed you very, very much." His tone was hushed, excited.
Percy could stand it no longer. The strange questions, the sexual overtones to the answers, had aroused his curiosity. And when Lord Worthington said, "Is THIS what you have missed most about your daddy?" Little Percy popped his head up above the back of the chair.
The dapper Lord was seated on a great sofa in front of the fireplace, Tricia's delightful rump resting on one knee. He was grasping the wrist of her right arm and holding her hand firmly over a massive bulge in his tightly-cut trousers.
"Yes Daddy," she giggled, and Percy could see her tiny fingers clenching and unclenching the hugh protrusion, "I did miss that more than anything; even more than those two tremendous lumps I see directly below ... but tell me, isn't there something special my daddy missed about his little girl?"
"Yes, you little minx," he whispered excitedly. "Actually there are five delicious things about you that have kept me awake nights thinking about them."
Slowly, one by one, Lord Worthington was opening the buttons on Tricia's frilly white blouse, exposing more and more of the glorious upper slopes of her full, jutting melons.
"Wait Daddy, don't unbutton any more buttons. I want to play a little game with you. Let me try and guess what those five things are that you missed so much. Every time I guess wrong, you're permitted to open one more button."
"That's not a fair game child," he objected. 'You should easily be able to guess what those five things are."
"Oh I don't know Daddy, I'm not a very smart little girl you know ... let's just see. My big toe, that's the thing you missed most of all."
"Wrong ... I didn't miss your big toe one single bit." He was chuckling as he opened another button.
"My right ear?"
"No." Another button was opened. "My wisdom tooth?"
"Heavens, no." Her cleavage deepend as another button popped open. His voice was loving, excited as he brushed his wet lips along the graceful sweep of her luxurious blonde tresses. "Oh, this is a silly game, you know very well that this is one of the things that your daddy missed the most."
He slipped his hand into her gaping blouse, and Percy could see his knuckle writhing under the taut material as he kneaded the huge orb.
She wriggled about on his lap in obvious ecstasy, her voice languorous when she purred, "Why Daddy, I never would have guessed that you missed that big ungainly thing. My wisdom tooth is certainly more attractive than that."
She twisted about and thrust her ribcage up to afford his hand more freedom of movement, her hand sliding eagerly back and forth over the long sweep of his cock. 'Tell me before I go mad Daddy, what else did you miss about your little girl?"
Lord Worthington's other hand dipped into the blouse and captured the other breast. "Why, its mate of course," he whispered excitedly.
"Oh Daddy, your trousers are sopping wet," Tricia exclaimed, moaning as he began to tweak her nipples into flint-like hardness beneath her blouse. "You've got to make it go down."
"It's impossible for me to touch my baby's big beautiful breasts on one hand, and make my penis go down on the other ... why don't you take your daddy's penis out for him, child?"
"Oh no, Daddy, I couldn't possible do that," she teased, moaning again as he hunched down and ran his wet lips over the soft upper slopes of her breasts. "Remember what happened the last time? It spit all over my new dress."
He tugged her blouse aside and slid his wet lips over a long pinkish nipple, she giggling as his great handlebar mustache scraped over the soft white flesh. "I'll buy you a new dress if it happens this time ... I promise."
Lord Worthington, with his face buried in his daughter's generous bosom, couldn't see the smile on Tricia's face as she deftly unzipped his fly, but Percy, kneeling in the high-back chair, could.
"OH DADDY," she screamed delightedly. "It just like a Jack-in-the-box." And as his long, thin prick snapped out of his fly to project ceilingward, thumping the air vigorously, it truly did resemble one. "Daddy dear, you've forgotten to tell me what the three other things are that you missed so much."
Lord Worthington dropped a hand onto a black lace stocking sheathed, full-blown thigh, and slid it upwards, carrying her skin-tight micro-mini skirt along with it. Alabaster white flesh, contrasting vividly with the black lace hose, dove into view. And when the hand moved onto the foam rubber softness of an inner thigh, disappearing into the soft shadows, Percy rose higher for a better view, but stopped breathlessly when the old chair creaked in its joints.
Tricia whimpered and began to jerk hard on his long, thin prick as his extended fingers brushed back and forth over the taut pocket of her pussy-stuffed panties. She whimpered louder as he probed into the dense foliage beneath the elastic top, and forced his fingers downward til they encountered her creaming pussy.
"This is number three precious," he whispered huskily as he wriggled an index finger into the sopping wet cunt, continuing to mouth first one great melon, then the other.
"And the fourth, Daddy dear?" she gasped, writhing about wildly, thrusting her torso upwards and jamming her jutting bosom against his little face.
With his index finger still wriggling voraciously in her hot cunt, Lord Worthington slid his other hand under his daughter's skirt and slid it back over the round globes of her delectable buttocks, letting them wander caressingly up and down the long cleavage of her ass. He prodded at the tight, restricting ring of her pouting anus with a forefinger, then rammed it home to the second knuckle."
He worked the two fingers rhythmically, plunging them in so deep that he felt they might even touch, then drawing them out.
"The fifth thing ... HURRY Daddy, what IS it?" Tricia screamed, wriggling about wildly under the devastating stimulation of the pistoning fingers.
"My little girl knows what her Daddy missed most of all," he gasped as she jerked his rampant cock with long, powerful strokes, from his cock-head right down to his balls. "Use it ... oh HURRY babykins!"
"Is THIS what you missed most of all, Daddy?" She was bending over now, working her full, fruity lips a scant inch from his burgeoning cock-head, twisting her blonde head to one side so that he could see.
"YES-S-S!" he wailed. "Suck me precious ... suck your Daddy's big prick as though it were a delicious all-day sucker."
As frantic as she was from the stimulation of his wildly skewering fingers, Tricia still had it in her to tease him a little bit, now that she saw how filled he was with bestial craving to have her ripe, painted lips on his great boner.
"Oh, it does look as delicious as an all-day sucker, Daddy dear, but it's so huge tonight it might split my pretty red lips. Do you like my pretty red lips, Daddy? Do you really want them sucking on your long penis so very, very much?" The pursing, working vermilion lipstick coated lips were almost touching his massive organ head now.
"You BITCH ... you miserable teasing BITCH," he cried as he ripped his fingers out of ass and pussy, with a resultant sound like corks popping off two bottles of champaigne, and grasping her head, jammed it down. Her bee-stung lips opened wide to receive the throbbing gland, and it slid easily into the boiling cauldron of her mouth.
With a wild cry he began jerking her head up and down, masturbating his cock with her pumping mouth. It didn't take long, the loveplay had been too violent for him to withstand much more stimulation. His cock became a gyser in her hot mouth, spewing out the torrid cream from his pulsing balls.
Tricia wrenched her head from his grasp, and grasping his long shaft in both hands, yanked it out of her mouth. As though it were a hose, she aimed the spurting organ at her dress, shot after shot of hot cream spewing onto it.
Finally it pulsed no more and she leaned down to lick the creamy organ clean. Then looking dreamily up at him she purred, "Well Daddy, it looks as if you have to buy me that new dress!"
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
When they left Percy sat in the huge armchair, both hands clamped over a great hard-on in his trousers. The lascivious proceedings had brought his sexual drive back ten-fold, and now he needed release.
But how? Tricia seemed to have had it for the night when she went upstairs to bed, and Lady Worthington was still playing bridge.
He hated to resort to masturbation, but that seemed to be his only outlet. He climbed the stairs in leaps and bounds, anxious to get at it. As he turned into his room, he didn't see the voluptuous form of Flossie placing some linens in the upper hall closet.
But she saw him, especially the great boner that jutted out in front of him. Quickly she headed for her room. He undressed rapidly and jumped into bed, his great cock flapping madly about, his balls swinging madly. His hands felt good on his enormous weapon, warm and reassuring. They felt better still as he began the old familiar stroking.
Percy hadn't masturbated once since coming to Worthington Manor. He hadn't had to; the wanton women he had come in contact with there had taken care of that, deliciously so.
Suddenly he stopped his stroking. The sound of clicking stiletto-heels in the outside hall filtered in to him. Could it be Lady Worthington, possibly eliminated early in her bridge tournament? Oh, what he would give to have her soft gloved hands on his rock-hard pecker now. Was she going to enter her room, or would she come to him? It had been two days since he had tasted her sweet charms.
Slowly his door opened and he was ecstatic. But the person that entered wasn't the mistress of the household, it was the equally devastating form of the upstairs maid, Flossie.
Percy wasn't disappointed, far from it. She looked particularly luscious in a filmy white chemise that did little to hide her great mass of ripe charms. Her massive, pendulous breasts, swayed enticingly beneath the clinging material, the great nipples, already swollen in anticipation, moved fluidly back and forth under the chemise like two thumbs, their deep redish hue permeating the gossamer material.
The huge triangular shaped shadow at her crotch was the great mass of black bush hairs that liberally covered the lower slope of her abdomen. Frilly, wicked looking bright red garters held up her sheer black hose. She teetered in a new pair of flaming red pumps with the highest heels that Percy had ever seen.
"Well, Master Percy," she purred softly, shaking her torso and sending her great watermelons into a wild parotysm of movement, the chemise flapping wildly about," am I welcome or not?"
"You're a welcome sight indeed, Flossie," Percy gasped, shaking his own torso, causing his massive hard-on to swing heavily back and forth beneath the sheets. "C'mon, bring those beautiful big tits here where I can get at them."
"What can you possibly find interesting about these big old things?" she teased, opening her chemise and hoisting her gigantic globes out into the open, the nipples steel-hard and extended to an incredible degree.
"Stop teasing or I'll spank that great big beautiful ass of yours," he threatened.
"Oh DO it, Master Percy," she moaned, stumbling awkwardly across the room towards him in the unfamiliar sky-high heels. "Spank them ... spank my big breasts too ... oh-h-h-h it makes me so hot when anyone does that to me."
"Anyone? I'm not anyone ... does anyone have a prick like this?" He grasped his cock and waved it vigorously back and forth, it looking like a tent pole in a tent that was caught up in a gale.
"Of course no one has a prick like my precious baby has," she purred, sliding the great cheeks of her ass onto the sheets, and leaning down to submerge his head in warm, soft breast flesh. She moaned as she felt a rapid-fire tongue whipping wetly over the down pillow-soft flesh.
Two small hands appeared on the outside perimeter of her great molescent globes and pressed them together, capturing his perspiring head in an enchanting prison of perfumed breast-flesh. Then, easily at first, he began to pat them, the soft flesh jiggling enticingly.
"Oh yes-s-s-s-s," she hissed through teeth clamped tight in carnal passion. "Harder baby ... HARDER!"
To urge him on, she reached back and encircled his fat stalk with warm, slender fingers, and without further ado began to jerk him with long, easy strokes. "C'mon baby," she pleaded. "If you do I'll suck your delicious big prick all night long. And when you've shot that hot, creamy come into my loving mouth, I'll go to sleep down there with your soft cock in my warm mouth.
Percy had to admit that the prospect sounded delightful. His pats became loud slaps as he pounded his open palms into the soft meat of her milk pail sized globes. "OH YES-S-S ... hit me even HARDER baby ... my rump too PLE-E-E-ase."
One hand slipped down and Percy began to smash it against the massive, gelatinous globes of her buttocks, the other continuing to belabor her breasts. "Oh DARLING," she moaned, mashing her wide, full lips over his little mouth, and skewering her tongue deep inside.
As they continued their torrid kiss, Flossie had both hands on the fat head of his cock, cupping it, moving them round and round over the creamy surfaces, pausing to pinch the pulled back foreskin; he whimpering as excruciating pleasure pains shot down the extreme length of his prong.
Finally, his arms so weary that he couldn't beat the wildly frantic Flossie anymore, Percy wriggled out from underneath her lush curves, and with surprising strength flipped her over on her back. He crawled between her meaty limbs, devestatingly exciting in their sheathing of taut black nylon, the frilly red garters and red shoes making her look for all the world like an expensive Paris whore.
"Oh yes Master Percy ... I'm so HOT for it ... quickly, stick that beautiful big prick of yours in my yearning pussy," she pleaded, splaying her silken limbs wide and kicking them convulsively in the air."
"Yes child ... do that by all means. But first I would like you to eat me!" It was lady Worthington's voice, directly behind them, and it was very, very angry.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Flossie's fingers, which were holding Percy's awesome penis, just about to guide it to its port of call, sank into the hard flesh as she clutched it as though she were drowning and it was a lifesaving piece of timber. She lay there paralyzed with fright, staring at the sight of her ravishing mistress clad in the exciting garments little Percy had grown to love so much. Opera length black hose that shimmered brilliantly in the light of the full moon that shown through the window. Held up by a black lace waist-cincher with a boned support panel in front. However, much of it couldn't be seen, for her mammoth pendulums overlapped the upper half of it, jiggling temptingly with her rapid breathing. Armpit length black kid gloves held her meaty arms in a vice of tissue-thin kid, so agonizingly tight that she was forced to hold them away from her sides, scarcely able to move her fingers.
How the Worthington ancestors must have been spinning in their graves, because for the occasion she was wearing the royal jewels, and daresay they wouldn't have thought it appropriate.
She stood in the doorway, silken limbs spread wide, gloved hands on hips, eyes slitted in anger, looking more evil and satanic than ever before.
"E-Eat you?" Percy finally managed to blurt out. "I don't understand, Milady."
"Eat pussy, you little squirt," she snapped, prancing towards the bed in her stilt heels, all of her vast amount of pulchritude in violent motion, principally her great pendulums. "I daresay from the look of you two you've made a delicious meal of hers."
"Oh NO, Milady," he cried out, tears beginning to run down his cherubic cheeks. "I've never-ever done that, not even back in America."
"I doubt if that nation of mongrels knows how delightful such an act can be," she sneered sarcastically. "Now EAT me, child!"
She stood before him and thrust her pelvic girdle up at him, the long red pussy-lips gaping open between her fleecy black pelt and twitching voraciously. She began to grind her hips and do that sensuous thing that never failed to excite Percy; snap her frilly garter straps into the soft meat of her blazing white thighs as they writhed sinuously.
Percy was still in his kneeling position between Flossie's wide-spread limbs, Flossie completely paralyzed, clinging to his giant prick with fingers of steel.
"FLOSSIE ... release his prick this instant," Lady Worthington commanded. "You can have it back in a few moments."
"Yes Milady," Flossie said weakly, startled out of her trance by her mistress's sharp tone. She let the long, rigid organ slip from her fingers and it began to thump the air once again.
Hesitantly, Percy lay on his stomach, resting on his elbows, staring straight ahead at the big pussy centered in a great mass of black tendrils.
"Sock it to me baby ... EAT my pussy," the cultivated, aristocratic, well-bred Mistress of Worthington Manor commanded.
Percy had to admit that the perfumed nest, the pouting pussy lips that were being offered to him as a tasty tid-bit, did look enticing. It looked as though it might even taste good. The thing that held him back was that it also happened to be the slit that she urinated through. Would he find there the sour, tangy taste of it? Just the possibility repulsed him and prevented him from pressing his face into it.
Seeing him hesitate, Lady Worthington made his mind up for him by the simple expedient of taking the back of his head in her gloved hands and squashing his face wetly into her steaming crotch.
The instant Percy's nose slithered into the syrupy slit, and his mouth closed over the soft, slippery pussy-lips, his fears melted away. The odor was musky, exciting, the taste palatable, without the slightest trace of urine.
"Suck it child ... stick your tongue into it." There was urgency in her voice as she instructed him.
He probed with his tongue, and the elastic pussy clamped down on his tongue as if it were his penis, and seemed to suck it inside.
"Lick that little nub you just struck with your tongue ... ou-u-u that's the spot ... suck on it ... OH-H-H-H-H BABY-Y that's sheer heaven." Her hips were writhing wildly now, and she was obviously in the throes of intense passion. "Use your fingers at the same time ... down, lower down ... here."
She grasped his right wrist and with the other hand picked out the index and forefinger, grasping them by the top knuckle. She forced the two extended fingers under his chin and rammed them into the lower portion of her pussy. "Move it in and out precious ... that's it, but harder, as hard as you can ... NO, keep sucking on the nub ... do it all at once ... M-M-M-M-M-M that's fantastic, what a pussy sucker you are going to be ... what a pussy sucker you ARE-E-E ... oh, BABYKINS don't ever stop!" she wailed, so crazed with lust now that she was snapping her crotch at that avidly working face, wet squooshing sounds filling the room.
"But Mother ... Babykins has to stop. I want him to suck mine when he's through with yours." It was Tricia's voice, and it was filled with merriment.
CHAPTER TWENTY
The little minx stood in the open doorway staring at the flabbergasted threesome, a sweet smile on her lovely face. She looked stunning in a simple white sheath that adhered to her ripe curves as though it had been painted on. Black kid boots that came to mid-thigh adorned her legs, but unlike the fashion of the day, the heels were long and slender. Above the boot tops, sleek black hose encased her legs, a goodly amount of it showing below her micro-mini skirt.
"By jove I feel terribly overdressed," she said in the most precise British accent she could muster.
She reached behind her and worked a zipper, and shortly the clinging dress slid to the floor. A robin's egg blue garter belt girdled her waist, and a matching pair of G-string sized panties sheathed her loins. The tiny cup of the panties was so stuffed with blonde fleece and pussy lips they seemed about to explode from the pressure.
"I-I'm sorry ... terribly sorry that you found me this way, Tricia." Lady Worthington's voice was sad, pleading for her daughter's forgiveness. "I guess I'm not quite the mother you thought me to be."
"Oh don't be silly Mother," Tricia exclaimed as she approached the bed, bitterness in her tone. "I know you enjoy your bit of sex here and there. I've known it for a long time. Ever since I saw you going down on Squire Farningsby a few years ago. That doesn't change the love we have for one another."
"Oh good gracious, did you see that?" Lady Worthington blushed. We didn't show much sense of propriety, did we? It's just that when he took that long fat penis of his out while we were alone in the drawing room ... or at least thought we were alone ... I just simply had to suck it."
"I understand Mother ... and I can also understand why you couldn't resist Percy's magnificent penis ... I couldn't resist it either."
You could see from the shocked expression on Lady Worthington's beautiful face that the arrow struck home. "Y-You mean ... you mean you have seen Percy's penis?"
"Oh most certainly Mother. I've seen it, felt it, sucked it, jerked it off, been royally fucked by it ... the whole shooting match." Tricia was shooting out barbs, hurting her mother as much as she could. It was an overwhelming .disaster to her to discover that her mother hadn't saved all of her love for her. The blowing of the Squire she had put down as a sudden, impulsive action under the influence of alcohol. But this ... this lascivious scene, with Flossie in tow, was far different.
Lady Worthington sensed the hurt in her daughter's voice, knew this was a very important moment in their lives. She had to choose her words carefully. She began to speak in a low, serious voice:
"Tricia, since Percy entered this household, the atmosphere has changed. The appearance of dignity and refinement continues, but underneath there is an added quality, a quality of gay, vibrant life that has replaced the solemn austere mood of before. There were unnatural relationships, such as ours. This has all happened because of Percy and his love for us. It is a change for the better and I feel we all owe him a debt of gratitude. Sex is to be enjoyed, kitten, revelled in and not necessarily taken seriously. So come and let us show how our little friend just how much we appreciate what he has done for us."
Percy's tears had ceased, his little chest now puffed with pride at a sudden feeling of importance. Now tears were flowing down the three female's faces as Tricia cried out and embraced her mother, not sexually but lovingly. "Oh Mother, you're right. I didn't realize it before but you are. Things are different at the Manor now, and it's all because of Percy. We must show him how much we love and adore him."
Lady Worthington sat with her back against the headboard, cradling Percy in her soft arms, resting his little head on her vast, perfumed bosom, stroking his thin little face with the gloved hands he loved so much. Both Flossie and Tricia hunched over him, their great, extended breasts grazing his stomach and thighs respectively.
His little nipples sprang to life as Flossie slid her painted lips over first one, then the other, flogging them with her tongue. Ecstatic that his most enviable goodies were left for her, Tricia took his long powerful organ in her little fingers, and began to stroke it gently. Stretching the foreskin up over the great, bulging gland, then peeling it back down, uncapping the great vermilion head, stretching the foreskin back down til the tendons that held it anchored in place stretched to the snapping point.
He groaned from the intense pleasure/pains, and whimpered as she released the stretched foreskin and let it snap back in place. Now her loving hands were lower down, artfully toying with his great balls, her little fingers sinking from sight and kneading the soft, hair-flecked flesh.
Flossie was the first to deviate from their plan to merely show him how much they cared for him. As she ran her lips caressingly over his pitifully thin chest, the sight of his enormous cock, such a few inches away, projecting upwards from his groin to an incredible length, caused her eyes to glaze over with lust, and her pussy to seethe with yearning.
Her nibbling, suctioning lips blazed a delicious trail down over his stomach and into his sprouting bush hairs, thrilling to the feel of the mighty organ as it pressed against her cheek.
"Careful now Flossie," Lady Worthington, her own passions on the rise despite how hard she tried to stay them. "Don't get carried away ... I know how tempting his big penis is."
"I-I just can't help myself, Milady," Flossie gasped, her ripe, painted lips glued to the thick root of his cock, her teeth nibbling on the smooth hard flesh. "It's just so-o-o-o beautiful."
"I know my deah, but we mustn't let our emotions carry us away, not now anyway." Lady Worthington grasped one of the long tresses of hair that Flossie had left in her wake as she slid down his body, and held it firmly on the sheets, not permitting her lips to make the course up his cock that she so desperately craved.
Now it was Tricia's turn to lose control. The massive organ, slippery now from the clear liquid that was flowing down it from the wide slit in the gland, pulsed in her hands, filled with youthful buoyancy and seemingly begging to be kissed, was just to much for her to withstand.
With a soft cry she bent down and wriggled her heart-shaped chin between his big balls, gluing her lips to the underside of the root of his cock, directly opposite Flossies. As she started to move upwards, Flossie grasped one of her tresses and held her as firmly in place as she was.
To a casual observer, it would have been a bizarre sight indeed. Lady Worthington cradling the tiny boy on her bosom, holding Flossie's hair in such a way as not to permit her lips to move upwards over his cock; she in turn doing the identical thing to Tricia.
Lady Worthington was the last to submit to her cravings, and it was the clever little Percy who was responsible. They didn't seem to be taking his feelings into consideration. He wanted the girls lush lips on his organ as much as they did. Only Lady Worthington was holding them back. If he could get to her there would be a fabulous explosion of carnal desire.
Of course, her breasts, they were her Achilles heel. He turned his head and brushed his lips wetly over the satiny flesh of one great globe. She moaned as they moved over the pebbly surface of a puffed aureole. She moaned louder as he licked at the base of the nipple, curled his tongue wetly around it. He teased it thusly for some time, her whimpering and moans growing louder and louder. He sucked it into his mouth, and pressing his face against the soft breast flesh, drew in the nipple, aureole, and some of the surrounding flesh.
"Oh baby-y-y-y ... baby-y-y-y that feels marvelous," she moaned. Then as he reached down and wriggled an index finger into her sopping wet pussy and flicked it back and forth over the puffed bud of her clitoris, she screamed wildly and scrambled down over the bed. Before the two girls realized what was happening, she swooped down on his rigid organ and gulped the slimy morsel into the deep environs of her hot mouth.
Flossie's hair now released, she in turn released Tricia's, and the two frantic girls went to work with a vengeance. Their foreheads bumped as they dove for his balls, each capturing one in her fingers and stuffing it into her mouth as though she were stealing cookies and her mother was approaching.
High above, Lady Worthington's head was pumping violently up and down, her long shining black tresses flailing the air, the long, slippery rod pistoning in and out of her clinging mouth.
Percy was not only overwhelmed with passion. He was overwhelmed that three such magnificent women could love him so much. He had to show them how much they meant to him, how he appreciated the fact that they had made him so welcome.
"NO MORE PLEASE!" he screamed, reaching down and prying the two girls' mouths open and releasing his saliva coated balls, then yanking Lady Worthington's head off of his cock. "I have to show you what you mean to me, too ... PLEASE let me ... on your backs."
He went into a whirlwind of action, spinning them around one by one, laying them on their backs. Then when they saw what he meant, all three spread their legs wide to receive him. Because of her seniority rights, he straddled the lush form of Lady Worthington first, ramming his long cock into her pussy without further ado; all the way home, his great balls whacking against the great cheeks of her ass.
He pumped it into her a few times, then leaped off and gave it to Tricia who was lying next to her. A few long, powerful fucks, and he moved to Flossie and repeated the lascivious process.
All three females were screaming now as he moved quickly from one to the other, socking his long cock home.
Then suddenly, as he was astride Lady Worthington, it was spurting out the contents of his balls. He let her have two blasts, then moved to Tricia who took two more. Flossie took all the rest, and then they lay in a gasping heap on the bed.
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It was nine months to the day later, and the townspeople all thought it so odd that the three women at Worthington Manor should be rushed to the maternity ward at the local hospital, all on the same day. Odder still that the babies they produced should all look remarkably like our little Percy.
