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Lusty Lord Millhaven

By: dass4450



For Alice & Jemma....I haven't stopped and this was earlier rejected due to some underage content that I thought went with the period in question. C'est La Vie.

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Lord Anthony Millhaven of Beechwood leaned indolently against one of the soaring columns of the Earl of Landsdown's massive ballroom eyeing the crowded dance floor. Tall, dark, arrogantly handsome, he surveyed the throng gathered at one of the earlier crushes of the ton this season. All the debs were out, swirling about the ballroom under the watchful eye of their mamas and chaperones, all out to snag an unsuspecting heir as their husbands. 

At 22, he would appear to be an attractive target. Thanks to his papa's demise last winter, he was the one of the richest landowners in the country, heir to property in the richest part of London and thousands of acres of the best countryside in the realm.

Low cut gowns were obviously de rigour this season and many of the acknowledged beauties swirled about before him. He knew he could have his pick of the lovely young things that paraded about dressed in the finest dresses that the best modistes of the capital could provide. His rivals clamoured to fill the dance cards of the most attractive or not so attractive but attractive in the size of their dowries. He was not interested in any of them. One or two showed promise by the size of their cleavages in developing into the figure of his obsession. But, with no hint of the maturity he sought, they were all without exception, simpering brain nots. Something he could do well without. He knew what he liked and simpering idiots did not come within a bulls roar.

Young Anthony was barely 18 when he happened upon the washerwomen at the back of the scullery of the family mansion at Beechwood. He had been at an all boys school until then and the charms of females had yet to be visited upon him. Now there were three of them dressed down to their chemises vigorously churning up the waters of the wash tubs full of bed linen. The one in the middle displayed an awesome cleavage as she bent forward and the two either side weren't far behind. Sweat gleamed on their foreheads and on the upper slopes of their big creamy breasts. He stood transfixed watching the rolling play of their titties within their chemises and the steadily emerging darkness of their nipples as water splashed from the tub onto their chests. His untried cock rose to the sight, a sight that would transfix him for ever.

The elder of the three spotted him and nudged her companions. "Look, there's young master Tony and look at the size of the bulge he's sporting!" After some giggling and a bit of banter, he had ended up on his back in the nearby wash room and all three had ridden him to exhaustion, making sure to slap his head with their meaty breasts. 

He had never looked back. He only looked at their fronts. Titties, glorious titties. The fact that he had more than sufficient in the cock department made it highly sensual to him and eminently satisfactory to his partners in lust. Over the ensuing years until he reached his majority, he only had to appear somewhere there were women and they would be inveigling him into the bushes, the scullery, the milk barn or any other place they could drag him to achieve their lustful aims – a rollicking humping to more than mutual satisfaction. If they were flat chested or lacking in sufficient personality to enable full cocking, they were told in no uncertain terms to not try again. During those years from 18 to 22 he was taught the full gamut of sexual games, and he became a master.

His father died. His older sister had married several years before to the Earl of Dunsmore who owned adjoining properties and had bore him two children in a very short time even if the Earl was some 24 years older than her. His mother, magnificently breasted, had retreated into the gloom of widowhood and had not stood in his way while he arranged staffing to his satisfaction. 

Now he stood surveying the motley crowd in front of him, looking for his prey. He was a predator, not of the young and stupid, but of the more mature and hungry. He straightened up as he noticed one of his mother's old friends, Lady Eliza Montgomery wending her way through crowd towards him. She was in her forties and her hair was done in the latest swept up style. Moulded to her rotund figure was a dress of yellow satin, cut low, very low to reveal almost all of her impressive cleavage. His cock stirred. Nestling in the top of her cleavage was an emerald the size of a small hen egg. She stopped in front of him and daintily offered her hand. He bent over to kiss the huge emerald ring on her pudgy fingers while deliberately and slowly inspecting her bulging breasts. They were pushed tightly together by the confines of the dress and covered with a tracery of blue veins.

He raised his lips and his eyes and smiled darkly at her. "Lady Eliza, how wonderful to see you again. It's been some years but you're still as youthful as ever." A blatant lie as her face clearly showed her aging. However, her remarkable breasts were smooth and glossy and only one line of wrinkle decorated the tops of each where they had been pushed up by the dress.

"Oh la, Lord Anthony, you do go on. How is your dear mother? Is she over the death of her beloved husband?"

"She is tolerable although still in mourning."

"And you, dear boy, you have grown up." She stood back and looked him up and down. Entirely in black except for his snowy white shirt, she licked her lips at the sight of what looked like a large sausage draped down the inside of one leg. She thought she saw it twitch and sighed.

"I must visit her soon as it has been years since I last went to Beechwood. My own husband is with the Foreign Office and is in some hell hole in Africa. Although, I don't miss the old curmudgeon at all." She giggled and fluttered her eyelashes at him thoroughly impressed by the young god-like man in front of her. She felt a rush of moisture dew her love lips and sighed again.

Tony understood at once. "Lady Eliza, why don't we get out of this crush and find somewhere more private to reminisce over old times?"

"An excellent idea, Lord Anthony. My daughter has her dance card full and will not leave the floor until she faints. That's her in the blue." Her daughter swirled by and her form suggested she had inherited her mothers bounteous curves.

Tony escorted Lady Montgomery up some stairs until he found a vacant sitting room. He ushered her in and surreptitiously locked the door behind them. He turned and faced her noting that her face and upper chest had become flushed. 

"You look hot, my dear. Let me assist you by loosening some of your clothes."

He moved over and guided her to an over stuffed chair and reaching behind her, undid several hooks. Without pausing, he pulled the sleeves down her arms and her melon-like breasts leapt quivering into the cool of the evening. She gasped but did nothing about pulling her dress back up.

"My lord, what are you about?" she gasped.

"My dear lady, I've been mesmerised by your magnificent chest since I was a pup. I know you won't deny me the pleasure of making the acquaintance of your marvellous breasts now. What a magnificent set of baby feeders you have, my dear. Such lovely large rubbery nipples." Tony was entranced by the still firm fleshy udders he was fondling with great enjoyment. "Undo the buttons of my flap dear woman and see what you have done to me."

With no hesitation, Lady Montgomery reached out and undid the two buttons holding the flap of his breeches. As it dropped, his purple headed prick burst forth like the snout of a hunting dog. It arrowed out of the dark curly nest of his public hair at 45 degrees with a pronounced up curve at the end, large, majestic – a true champion of the breed. Already the eye was dripping with lust.

"In your mouth dear lady while I continue to play with your glorious tits."

Eliza had almost drooled at the sight of his priapic prick and hungrily swooped upon it eager to obey him. He continued to roll her big soft breasts as she proved herself an exponent of the art of cocksucking. He eased back and holding her breasts apart, slid his rigid prick between them oiled by her copious slobbering and commenced fucking between her flashy orbs. Her hands reached up and aided him by holding their luscious warmth around him. Within minutes, he extracted his pulsing cock and directed shot after shot of boiling creamy spunk all over her milky white tits ensuring that each large nipple received a hot anointing.

"My lord, such a libation!! I must say I cannot remember my titties ever receiving such a tribute."

"Now that I'm rid of my excess, 'tis time to give you a night to remember. Stand up and turn around. Now, hold on to the arms of the chair while I give you a back scuttle."

Whimpering, the older lady did as she was told and gripped the arms of the chair tightly as she felt the hem of her dress hit the back of her neck and cool air play across her buttocks. 

"A fine big arse, madam. Why, my fingers tell me your gash is drooling and very hot. I have just the very thing to put that fire out." While her age showed in her somewhat raddled thighs, the plump hairy glistening cunt lips were all that he was interested in. Her juices were evident on the inner slopes of her upper thighs. Tony gripped his rock hard penis and ran the empurpled head up and down her slippery gash and, having notched it, gripped her wide hips in the age old way and rammed himself home. His sensitive glans crashed against her cervix causing Eliza's knees to tremble and her cunny to bathe his cock with her first climax.

"My lord, ooh my lord. I've had many a prick up me but none has reached that far. Fuck me dear boy, fuck me. Slow, slow, fast, fast, hard, harder. Hold my tits and pinch my nipples. My god you're a wonderful fucker. Ooooohhhh, I've come again. Start again lad. Slow, slow, fast, fast, hard, haaaaaaaaarrrrrrrddddddd!!!!! My god you've done for me again!!!!"

While not the tightest cunt Tony had experienced, he was nevertheless enjoying himself immensely as he ploughed the Lady Montgomery, the lady of his youthful lust. Gripping her overflowing titties and pinching her big dark nipples cruelly, he rode the woman hard until his bollocks tightened and he shot another copious load deep into her grasping socket. That brought on an altogether enormous orgasm that had her falling forward onto the chair, her knees giving way. His still spouting prick was pulled suddenly from her spasming cunt with a loud pop and he drenched her enormous white buttocks with several streamers of hot spunk. The room smelt of sex. Tony reached down and found her abandoned reticule and extracted a small handkerchief drenched in some sort of unsubtle perfume and proceeded to clean his prick of their combined juices. Lady Eliza was still slumped forward, breathing heavily as Tony wedged the inadequate and now saturated piece of cloth between the cheeks of reddened arse.

"There you go, my dear, something to wipe up all my juice."

She whimpered as she heard the door unlock, open and close behind and hoped fervently that nobody had been in the hallway to observe her slumped over a chair looking like a just serviced mare. She shuddered and another mini climax rippled through her as she relived the absolute reaming she had just received from a lad the same age as her daughter.

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Tony arrived at his Mayfair mansion having secured a number of invitations to certain ladies soirees. Johnston, his impeccable if poncy butler was waiting up for him and took his cape and cane. 

"A successful night, my lord?" he sneered.

"Absolutely, you old tosser. You really must stop looking down your nose at me or I'll have you replaced with something more appreciative. A really big mare with tits out as far as she can reach and thighs that could crack walnuts. What do you say?"

"Oh my lord, how distinctly unpleasant. I shudder, I simply shudder at the thought!"

"You would, you old tosser. Now, who's the duty bed warmer tonight?" said Tony heading for the stairs.

"Abigail, the downstairs maid, my lord. I'm sure she will assist you to a peaceful night's sleep," Johnston sniffed as he turned and headed to his room where the slim, svelte figure of the boot boy awaited him.

Tony bounded up the stairs. Abigail! Wonderful! She'd only just weaned one of the children he had sired from her and that meant a warm milk drink for bed and his cookies sucked from him and...

Lusty Lord Millhaven Ch. 02



Lord Anthony Millhaven of Beechwood leaned indolently against the kitchen door frame observing cook as she rolled pastry. Back and forth, back and forth, she industriously rolled and flattened the big piece of dough. What made it entertaining to him was that she faced the doorway where he stood, and, bent over and dressed only in a low cut chemise, he was treated to the highly erotic view of her huge milky white breasts rolling and swaying as she moved back and forth. They were bedewed with sweat and gleamed in the dull light. The filmy material displayed her hard thrusting nipples every time she pushed forward. Tony's cock started to lengthen down his thigh.

She straightened and wiped a floury forearm over her forehead and pushed some wisps of grey hair back under her mop cap. She spotted her master lolling indolently by the door. "Lord Millhaven!! I had no idea you were there. Breakfast, my lord?"

"Of a kind, cookie. I do believe it is some time since I paid a visit to your domain."

"It certainly is, my lord. Then again, you have plenty to keep you amused above stairs. I hear it was Abigail last night and Judith the night before that, and both Andrews sisters the night before that. I truly do wonder how you get enough sleep!"

Tony advanced into the kitchen and stood behind the broad arse of the cook. "Keep rolling the dough, my dear. I just love to see your very sexy body moving that way." She did as he asked and thrilled as he reached around her and cupped her big pendulous tits in his hands and rubbed his upright part between the cheeks of her arse. 

"My lord, if I didn't know better, I'd swear you had removed the rolling pin from my hands and placed it in your trews."

"My trews, as you call them are about to be unbuttoned as I wish to place my rolling pin in that incredible oven between your legs."

"My lord, I cannot roll the dough properly, trembling as I am. Do not delay as my thighs are sticky already in anticipation. Here, let me pull my chemise down so that you may roll my titties while you are about it."

Tony hoisted the cook's voluminous skirt up over her huge buttocks and unbuttoning his breeches, slapped his burgeoning cock in the deep groove offered up to him. She bent over and rested her elbows on the table as he grabbed his stiffening prick and ran it up and down the hairy slit thus presented. She reached behind her and grabbed his red hot cunt poker and rammed the first couple of inches into her molten slot. He took firm hold of her massive baby feeders, and, hunching his knees, drove his cock into her hot heaving depths until his balls collided with her dripping hairy gash. Instantly, she clamped down hard and released a flood of slimy cunt juice that bathed his balls.

"Oh, I say, cookie, you were a bit eager for a bit of dick, my dear?"

"My lord, I haven't had any cock since you were in here last week. Oh, don't stop. Give it to me slow but hard. Old Jones the smith is no longer up to it and the only other serviceable cock is being used by that Johnston fellow. The rest of the household is full of big breasty tarts all out to have you sire children from them. Please pinch my nips hard, oh harder, please, your lordship."

Tony rode her at an almost stately pace thoroughly enjoying the almost continuous orgasms he was ringing from her stout mature body. Her tits were warm, soft but still firm, the nipples not too big but very sensitive. The oily sweat that covered them from her dough rolling exertions enabled a slippery and sensuous caressing as he stroked them from base to nipple and back again, pausing occasionally to nip and pinch the hardened tips. He sped up until in a frenzy punched his sperm deep into the neck of her womb and delighted when she clamped down and rhythmically ensured she received his full load.

"Ah, ah, my lord, there's none better than you. You reach places no one has been before." She sighed. "I wish that stupid scullery girl would get over her morning sickness. She's been absolutely useless since you impregnated her. I'd love to get you hard again for another romp but I must finish this work or nobody will eat today." Reluctantly she used her educated cuntal muscles to squeeze his detumescing prick from her slimy depths pausing as the glans exited to ensure that not a drop was left to spill on her shiny floor.

"I say, cook, you're still one of the all time great fucks it has been my pleasure to enjoy. I really must get you to bed with me one night so we can really have a romp or two. Nothing would please me more than to anoint your titties after what I am sure would be a delicious titfuck."

"My lord, I live in hope."

Tony did up the flap of his immaculate trousers, gave the cook a kiss on the cheek and wandered off to have his breakfast ready in heating dishes on the sideboard. Abigail, the downstairs maid picked up his dishes and stood stoically trying not to whimper while he ran his hand up her dress and very deliberately pinched her rampant clit. The door opened to admit the butler Johnston and she reluctantly removed herself with the plates to the scullery.

Wiping his thumb and forefinger on his napkin, Lord Millhaven scowled at his foppish butler. "Yes, Johnston, what is it?"

"Excuse me, my lord, but you have a visitor. Unannounced!" he sniffed. "It's that new laundry maid Annabelle's mother, a Mrs. Haywood. She wishes to ensure that her darling daughter is being properly employed and looked after."

"Hmmm, Annabelle. Can't say I yet had the pleasure of looking after her. I expect Mrs. Forsythe recruited her to replace Bessie. Damn shame she married the groom back at Beechwood. She had a certain charm about her."

"If you mean big tits, big thighs and a willingness to suck and fuck at the drop of a hat, or rather, the drop of your breeches flap, then yes she had the same charm that the rest of your doxies have!"

"You are just jealous, Johnston, because I won't employ more than one receptacle at a time for your perverted lust, you sad faggot," said Tony, not in the least offended. "I presume Mrs. Haywood is in the front parlour?" He got up and strolled to the door, along the passageway and into the parlour. 

Mrs. Haywood stood as he entered and almost gasped out loud. He was tall, dark and extremely handsome, his noble features topped by a Byronesque halo of black hair. He smiled lazily at her, dark eyes glinting and his strong white teeth shining against his dark visage. From the breadth of his shoulders to his slim hips and long legs, he was every inch an aristocrat. She could easily discern his prominent genitals through the material of his immaculate trousers and was annoyed to feel a spasm of lust course through her.

He advanced on her with his arm outstretched and she immediately dropped into a curtsey. His eyes gleamed as he saw the deep crease of her bosom. "Mrs. Haywood, I presume? Young Annabelle's mother? I say, you look much too young to have a daughter of eighteen." He noted the crimson blush that stole up her neck from the upper slopes of breasts as he leant over and brushed his full lips over her middle knuckles.

"Ooh, my lord, she is the third of five children, three still living. And a good girl. She has been brought up correctly in the Christian way. Her instructor in needlework has endorsed her as her very best pupil." Trembling slightly, she backed away from the over powering young Lord Millhaven and gathered herself. "As a concerned mother, I am here to ensure that she is being treated fairly and not being beaten too often."

"Dear Mrs. Haywood, I can assure that no servant in my house, either here or at Beechwood has ever been cruelly punished. My housekeeper, Mrs. Forsythe, is most astute at picking staff that fit in well with the remainder of the household. I have not yet had the pleasure of meeting your daughter in person, but Mrs. Forsythe has assured me that the girl is extremely amiable as well as efficient and excellent in her work."

Mrs. Haywood beamed and allowed Lord Anthony to place her on a nearby divan. The anxious mother was becoming calmed and Tony insisted she partake of a glass of Spanish sherry while he rang for Abigail. She appeared at the door and curtseyed. He asked her to bring Annabelle to him. He sat next to Mrs. Haywood and observed her closely as he sipped his madeira. Her blondish hair was starting to grey and he was pleased to see no evidence of artifice. Her cheeks were a healthy pink and only a few lines showed on her neck. The bodice of her dress was tight enough to push her very large bosom up and in to create charming bulges of breast flesh with a deep crevice. It was clear she wore no corset and was stoutly built. She was dressed in black, a sure sign of mourning. But, it was the bulging tits that had his cock interested. It was raising its cunt sniffing head, as it always did when unexplored territory hove into view.

"Your husband has recently passed away, Mrs. Haywood?" enquired Tony, solicitously.

"Yes, my lord, nearly a year ago and he had been ill for some time. All three of my children have employment for which I have been most fortunate." 

"Ah, here is Annabelle now, I believe." A younger version of her mother dropped a curtsey in front of Lord Millhaven and blushed just as charmingly as her mama had done as his appreciative eyes scrutinised her tight young figure. "Annabelle, your mother is checking to see that you are in fine fettle, and I must say, you certainly are."

"Oh mama, I'm fine, truly I am. This is a wonderful place to live and work," she gushed. "Mrs. Forsythe is most pleased with me and Lord Millhaven has placed me on his bed roster. I believe this Friday, my lord?"

Before he could answer, her mother gasped beside him. "Bed roster, my child??!!!"

"Oooh yes mama. The other girls on the roster say that Lord Tony is just the best lover. And wonderful at removing unwanted hymens, isn't that so, my lord?" the charming girl gushed. 

Lord Anthony nodded while watching her mother's face. The blush was back and her impressive breasts were heaving in astonishment. "That will be all, Annabelle, and I very much look forward to Friday night." She curtseyed and almost skipped out of the room.

Mrs. Haywood almost stuttered as she turned to the devilishly handsome lord next to her. "Surely my lord, she was jesting. Please say she was."

"Of course she wasn't jesting my dear. I am a cocksman of renown and have long since lost count of the number of virgins I have put to my sword. In fact the mothers of the village of Beechwood bring their daughters to me to ensure they enjoy at least one night of pleasure before they are ridden by ill-informed, uneducated swine herds and the like. You appear stunned my dear. Have another tipple."

She was pale and nervously took a large swallow of the liquor never taking her eyes off the tall handsome and well proportioned young man whose well equipped appendage bulged in his extremely well cut trousers. She choked and coughed at his next words.

"If you've a mind, my dear Mrs. Haywood, I should enjoy ploughing your furrow. You're a handsome well built woman and judging by the length of your widowhood, you haven't had cock for ages and would probably enjoy a tumble."

"Sir, er Lord Millhaven, I'm not that sort of woman. There has only been one man in my life and that was my husband. I am a Christian woman and gently reared and not one to er, um, er spread my legs for anybody even if as well considered as you."

"Come now, my dear, it is a matter of mutual enjoyment between two adults, not the start of a long affair."

"I am sorry, my lord, but I cannot. It is against all my moral values. I can see my girl is enamoured of you but I am too old for you as I am surely old enough to be your mother."

"Just as I like them my dear. Variety is indeed the spice of life. I fear you need a demonstration." He rose and tugged the bell pull. When Abigail answered he summoned Mrs. Forsythe the housekeeper.

Of medium height, Mrs. Forsythe was built like an hour glass – expansive hips, expansive breasts. She had forbidding features and her hair was drawn back in a tight no nonsense chignon. She quickly took in the flushed features of Mrs. Haywood and bobbed a curtsey to her and to her master.

"You rang, my lord?"

"Mrs Haywood here does not wish to partake in the joys of sexual congress despite a lifetime of dull joyless poking under the covers and most probably in the dark. I wish to show her the difference, Mrs. Forsythe, with your indulgence."

"Ooh, Lord Anthony, it has been some time since you indulged me. Gladly sire, and how do you want me." She divested herself of her tight black dress and literally exploded – massive pendulous breasts settled on a rounded belly that failed to hide the curly mass of her pubic hair, hips that ballooned out, taut and firm atop thick smooth thighs and dimpled knees. 

"Mrs. Forsythe, you really are a luscious dumpling. Lie back on that table and allow me to gamahuche you in readiness for my eager cock. I say, Mrs. Haywood, do come closer and observe how first I must spread her forest of hair so that I can massage her very thick outer lips. That's right, my dear – you can see clearly how her inner lips are starting to thrust their way out. Now for some licking. I am willing to bet that you have never experienced that in your entire life. Hmmmh, her juices are starting to flow and you must excuse me if I mumble a little. Do you see, my dear, do you see her bright pink nubbin jump out after just a little one suck. You have one my dear and I can't wait to see if it matches this pearl. Mrs. Forsythe rapidly comes to the boil and with a few more licks and a suck.....see, she spends. Mmmmhh, she is a juicy one, is that not so, Mrs. Forsythe?"

"Oooh my lord, you always bring me to my pinnacle so quickly. Am I to receive your mighty cock, sire? I do need it so. Perhaps Mrs. Haywood would assist in placing it in the right spot for you to penetrate."

A totally mesmerised Mrs. Haywood gasped and the glass she was holding dropped from her hand as Lord Anthony's breeches dropped and his majestic rod with its big purple dome quivered in the morning light. He clenched his arse muscles and the mighty phalanx lifted its snout like a hunting dog seeking prey. A pearly drop of issue slowly worked itself out of his large piss slit and dropped viscously to the floor. Having never seen, nor even touched a male penis in her life Mrs. Haywood reached out with a trembling hand and grabbed it mid shaft. It was hot, smooth and very solid and she could not get her hand around it. She found it difficult to force it down to horizontal so that she could align it with the dripping gash of the housekeeper. Using two hands, she managed to nudge the glowing glans into the pink lips that eagerly awaited it and watched absolutely awed that a woman's private place could take such a mighty weapon as, with a resolute push, half Lord Anthony's cock sank into the welcoming quim of his housekeeper.

"Oooooh my lord, my cunny boils for you and your lovely cock. Watch, Mrs. Haywood, as he takes it almost out and then he is going to shove it all the way in. I cannot wait, my lord, now, now.......aaaaaahhhhhhh bliss, absolute bliss. I am filled with pleasure, and with cock. He has his hands on my teats and is twisting, pulling and pinching them. Now watch as he works his cock in and out, slow, slow, fast, hard, aaaarrrrrgggghhhhh, he's done for me."

Mrs. Haywood watched intently clenching her own thighs tightly together as she witnessed milky white fluid being forced out of the widely spread vaginal lips as Mrs. Forsythe moaned and went bright red around her upper chest and neck. Mrs. Haywood noticed for the first time that Lord Tony's hands had gathered up the housekeeper's majestic breasts and was pulling the dark hard nipples. He then leant over and placed hard sucking kisses on each.

"Mrs. Haywood, I have not yet finished. Mrs. Forsythe and I have a rather special way to finish and she is most talented in that way. I'll just dislodge my cock....no, no, that love juice you see is all hers, she cums like a river. Now follow me and watch closely. Your head over the end of the table, Mrs. Forsythe, if you please. That's right. Now watch, my dear as I place my pestle in the lovely deep groove of her very large milky white tits. As you can see, as I fuck her creamy chasm, she is in fact licking my arse and alternatively sucking on my eggs. Now I am going to finish down her throat. Open wide, dear Mrs. Forsythe."

Mrs. Haywood watched in awe as the housekeeper hung her head over the end of the table, and with open mouth nearly as wide as that of Mrs. Forsythe, failed to breathe as she watched the huge organ slide into the waiting mouth and down the throat until Lord Anthony's hairy balls covered most of Mrs. Forsythe's face. Lord Anthony shoved in and out a couple of times and the housekeeper's throat convulsed. Suddenly his balls lifted and his arse cheeks clenched as he shot a torrent of his potent seed deeply into her throat and down her gullet.

"Ah, ah what a spend. Now watch as Mrs. Forsythe continues to suck the residue from my dick and clean my knob. Very pleasurable, that. Now, Mrs. Haywood, your turn I believe. Now, now, you won't get away with fainting. Mrs. Haywood, dear me......."



Lusty Lord Millhaven Ch. 03



Lord Anthony Millhaven of Beechwood leaned indolently against mantelpiece in his study checking the London Times for news of his various investments. Not only was he tall, with dark Byronesque good looks, but was also a very shrewd investor. He had bought into railways and steam ships when they were new and had improved his land holdings around Mayfair and Park Lane. He had opened the first multi-storey shop with food, millinery, haberdashery, men's clothing and footwear sections. The gentry came in droves and not only because of the uniqueness of the shop and the very high quality goods, but also because Tony had handpicked the staff. Lords were waited upon by buxom and well fed young wenches who took the time to ensure that their lordships were well fitted. Ladies were looked after by tall, handsome, well educated young men who not only took great care of milady's wishes in the store but were prepared to attend after hours to ensure a correct and therefore pleasurable fit.

Lord Anthony tossed the news sheet to one side and felt cock 'o' hoop. He was making huge sums of money far faster than he could spend it. He recalled with a glad smile the revels in the parlour the previous morning has he and Mrs. Forsythe, the housekeeper, had taught the god fearing Mrs. Haywood what sex was all about. By the time he had taken her between her massive tits as the final dénouement of a bout that had included her introduction to gamahuching, a lesson in the sucking of cock, and a fierce fucking, she had fainted yet again and did not respond this time to the housekeeper's smelling salts. His staff had wiped her down, dressed her and used his lordship's phaeton to transport her home. He supposed she would have lasted a bit longer if Mrs. Forsythe had not sat on her face and near drowned her with her downpourings. God, she was a horny vixen, that housekeeper of his. And to look at her, one would swear she should be running a home for unwanted lepers.

These pleasant ruminations were interrupted by Johnston, his Lordship's butler. "Morning my lord. I trust you had a pleasant night. I most certainly did. That young James has become most talented with his ....." He stuttered to a halt as he observed Lord Tony's hard stare. 

"Johnston, you strange queer fellow. I do not wish to hear the details of your sordid liaisons with the boot boy. Just tell me when you have worn him out so that I can pay him off and replace him. You cost me a fortune and I seriously don't know why I put up with you. It certainly is not for your manners. In fact, with the extremely efficient, not to mention extremely raunchy Mrs. Forsythe running the house and overseeing Beechwood as well, there can be no reason to keep you, is there?"

"Sire, as you well know, I am in charge of your grooming and that is most important for gentlemen. I am proud to know that you are highly regarded as the best dressed lord in town. So there, send me off if you care to, but you will find none better."

"Perhaps you are right, Johnston, but keep your sordid little love life out of my sight and sound. Did you wish to announce anybody? I am quite sure I heard carriage wheels in the driveway."

"Er, yes my lord. It is Lady Eliza Montgomery and her daughter Carolyne."

"Well show them in, you ineffectual ponce. You do try me, you know."

Minutes later, Lady Montgomery and her daughter were ushered into his Lordship's presence, the mother grinning like a Cheshire cat recalling the poking she had got from him a few nights before, and the daughter gaping with open mouth at the astonishingly good looking Lord Millwood. Both curtseyed and allowed him to kiss the knuckles of their kid gloves.

"Lord Anthony Millwood of Beechwood, please allow me to introduce my daughter Carolyne....Carolyne, Lord Anthony." Lady Montgomery was dressed in the height of fashion in a pale yellow muslin dress with a deep décolletage that shaped her abundant curves and presented plenty of cleavage to his lordship's amused glance. She saw where his eyes were trespassing and a warm glint was revealed in her eyes. Her daughter was dark haired and not unattractive with beautiful skin and shining hazel eyes. Her figure would one day rival her mothers and although her pale green muslin was cut far less provocatively than her mater's, it was clear she possessed breasts of significance. As usual, his lordship's cock twitched as it smelled the prospect of a previously unexplored cuntal landscape.

"Your daughter has inherited your beauty, my dear lady. Perhaps some refreshments while you tell me the nature of this welcome visit?"

Sipping tea, Lady Eliza told Tony that her daughter had become betrothed to Sir Percival Potts. Astounded, Lord Anthony nearly choked on his tea. "Egad," he exclaimed, that old bastard must be 25 years your senior, my dear, and hardly the sort of stud a young gal like you would need to produce heirs!"

"Indeed," said her mother, "I was with Carolyne during a recent visit to his most sumptuous estates and took it upon myself to enquire as to his lordship's peccadillos and was astounded to learn that although he had indulged himself from time to time with the maids and such, as one of his standing does, no issue had been forthcoming. Those amorous dallyings, such as they were, had decreased over the last five years. It would appear the Sir Percy is not up to snuff in the breeding department. Certainly, he is not the stud that you are Tony."

Tony fixed Carolyne with a measured glare. "Tell me miss, have you had the pleasure of carnal knowledge with Potts?"

"Well, yes, as a matter of fact. Only days ago." She blushed. "Mama told me to ensure the old codger was smitten and immediately after a very short and unsatisfactory bout, he did propose." Her charming cheeks dimpled. "I did of course play the virgin, and quite well if I say so."

"So, you were no virgin then, my dear?"

"Oh no, sir. A certain coachman had taken care of that inconvenience some time before that."

"John the coach, you little slut!?!" exclaimed her mother with righteous indignation. "That sneak!! He swore I was the only one receiving his favours. Is your liaison still going on? Well?"

"No, no mama. I put a stop to it once I became betrothed."

"Enough ladies, enough. You can sort out your arrangements another time. Now tell me the reason for the visit," growled Lord Millhaven.

Carolyne looked nervously at her mother before responding. "I informed mama of Sir Percy's complete inadequacy as a lover and she told me what she had found out. To secure my fortune, I must produce an heir, and mama told me she knew just the man to do the deed." She looked at the astoundingly handsome Lord Anthony and her eyes strayed to the ominous bulge in his trousers. "You, sir, if you would be so kind."

Tony glared at Lady Eliza. "I am no stud for hire, madam. How dare you!"

"I thought that as a friend of your mother's, you would oblige, Lord Anthony. And after our dalliance the other night, I can assure you I know of no better man that would most assuredly achieve a belly full of arms and legs in my daughter. And aristocratic arms and legs to be sure. It is a known fact that you have a household full of pregnant young girls and babies galore both here and at Beechwood as evidence of your potency." Lady Eliza turned to her daughter. "Show his Lordship your boobies gell. He has a fondness for titties, does young Tony."

Tony watched bemused as Carolyne got her breasts out of her dress with surprising alacrity and his eyes narrowed as he took in their firm fleshed magnificence. They jutted out from her body, milk white and capped with the large crinkled nubbins of her teats. She had baby feeders of impeccable quality. Instantly, his semi hard prick snaked down his thigh and became incredibly uncomfortable. "My god, what a pair of beauties, my dear. Bring them here so that I may examine them in more detail. Mmmph, mmmph, and you suckle nicely – mmmph, slurp, mmph. That's got your nipples standing nicely." Tony returned to his entirely pleasurable task of sucking her teats while massaging and rolling her big firm globes in his large hands. He felt a movement at his loins and looking down was unsurprised to see Lady Eliza fish out his tumescent cock and engulf it in her hot mouth. He returned to his reverence of her daughter's magnificent titties.

"Let us be comfortable, dear ladies. Over to the chaise lounge with you and both of you naked."

"Lord Anthony, I protest. I've not ever been naked in front of my daughter."

"Hush Eliza and do as you are bid. To ensure reproduction, I will need the inspiration of your voluptuously sexy body. Now get on with it as I'm eager to consummate our agreement with your very fine daughter." 

Within minutes all three were naked. Carolyne gasped at the sight of the incredibly handsome and well set up Lord Millhaven and in particular at his regal sceptre standing proud against his muscular belly. All other dalliances (and there were more than she had let on) paled in comparison. She felt the lips of her treasure furl open and begin emitting a heavy dew in recognition of the ages old anticipation of sex.

"On the chaise, both of you," growled his lordship, his prick lurching. "Lean back and hold your knees. I will gamahuche you to ensure readiness for what is about to take place." He dropped to his knees in front of the daughter and was pleased to see the open petals of her cunt glistening in the morning sun and shedding small rivulets of girl juice onto his pristine chaise. He ran the flat of his tongue from her perineum up to the swollen hood and was unsurprised when a pea sized clitoris leapt out to greet his caress. Using the fingers of his right hand, he foraged in the forest of her mama's mons and found her gaping wet crack with ease. He thrust an arrogant finger straight in, turned it upside down and found the round firm mound that he knew from experience would have her cumming like a runaway horse. At the same time, he drove his rigid tongue into the depths of the panting, lusting girl in front of him and revelled in the tightness of her musky twat.

Knowing she was more than ready, he leaned back and grasped his bursting prick with his unoccupied hand and notched into her welcoming lips. As with a nervous horse, he rasped, "Steady girl," and flexed his hips to drive almost all of his steel-like cock into her turgid depths. Carolyne let go of her thighs in shock at the intrusion and nearly fainted. "Hold your thighs apart, dear girl, I want no hindrance." Slowly he thrust in and out of the curvaceous girl and matched the cadence with two fingers in and out of the dripping depths of her mother. Finally, his hairy balls rested on her daughter's delightfully upturned arse cheeks and he stayed himself determined to make this most enjoyable bout last longer. Meanwhile, her mother was cumming all over his fingers moaning in unison with her daughter and adding to her enjoyment by pinching and pulling her big rubbery nipples.

Suddenly, Tony began rapidly driving his spear into the panting moaning daughter until he threw back his head in joyous agony and unloaded his potent sperm right where it ensured insemination. Carolyne had the climax of her young life and swooned dead away while Tony enjoyed the spasmodic convulsions of her cunt upon his still rigid cock. Pulling his fingers from her mother, he pulled her up and laid her on top of her comatose daughter and positioned her so that the two hairy gaping pussies were adjacent. This time he drove his rejuvenated cock into the fiery depths of the Lady Eliza grabbing hold of her shaking melons to hold her steady. A second plunge was anointed by her copious emission as she moaned her approval.

"Tony, you are the most depraved beast, you really are. Fucking the mother on top of her daughter after you've just fucked her. Is her cunny tighter than mine?"

"Eliza, they are different. Take that, and that you gorgeous shag you. Hers is tighter of course but yours is no less enjoyable and I can feel you cumming over and over. God your tits are wonderful. I'd fuck 'em but I'm going to deposit another load of spunk in your daughter, after all, that's what you wanted. Here I go." So saying, he pulled his cock from the hot clinging depths of the mother and drove it deep into her daughter, and pulling hard on her mother's teats, groaned loudly as he splashed his fertile seed into the semi comatose girl who moaned as she felt the hot sperm deep inside her. When his cock stopped pulsing its load, he knelt back and was amused when Eliza struggled off her daughter and plunged her hot mouth over his dripping prick to slurp up the final remnants of his discharge. He writhed in joyous agony as her agile tongue laved his helmet to seek out every vestige of his emission.

As his cock deflated, she leapt up and urged his lordship to help get her daughter's feet up on the chaise end to ensure that every drop of his regal sperm remained within her flooded cunt.

"Thank you, Lord Millhaven. If that hasn't got her with child I would be amazed. Ask anything of me and I will grant your every wish. In fact, why don't I organise an at home tomorrow and introduce a number of ladies of my acquaintance all of whom have the very attributes you find so desirable. You would be amazed at how many ladies are in need of your very fine attentions. I'm sure you will find the experience to be exceedingly interesting. Two of the clock, then?" He nodded, smiling to himself and was unsurprised when she reached down for his cock. "Do you think this will stand another bout, you beast of a man?"



Lusty Lord Millhaven Ch. 04



Lord Anthony Millhaven of Beechwood leaned indolently against mantelpiece of Lady Eliza Montgomery's withdrawing room and surveyed the adornments of the room. Apart from the voracious Eliza, there were four other matrons of the ton, each of whom was well past their use by date and all were built on generous lines. The senior matron was the white haired Duchess D whose husband the Duke was a known fancier of young males. She was in her sixties and it showed in the lines of her rather unremarkable face that was saved by her humorous, twinkling blue eyes. They had a hint of sadness about them. Rumour had it that most of her household staff were strapping young men but most were unsure whether they were for the Duke or the Duchess.  She wore quite a modest gown but one with a shallow décolletage that displayed far more than it hid. She was the proud possessor of simply enormous breasts the upper slopes of which showed clearly the lines of lifelong strain of the weight of her bundles of joy.

Next to her was one of the patronesses of Almacks, Mrs. Phillips. She was dour and somewhat dowdy and regarded the handsome young lord through a quizzing glass.  Dressed in quite a loose black bombarzine dress, she appeared to have no figure to speak of. The bulge at her waist was either stomach or big droopy breasts. She put down her quizzing glass and regarded the other ladies. "I really don't understand why I am here. You all know that I have important meetings at Almacks today."

"We do know, Jessica dear, but I assure you, what will come to pass is exactly what you need.  You have been in mourning much too long and it really is turning you into a sourpuss!" said the Lady Eliza, who was passing out cups of brandy. "More 'tea' Lady M?"

Lady M was a pink cheeked jolly lady – everybody's favourite aunt. Unlike Mrs. Phillips, her figure was clearly of the hourglass variety with barely sagging large round breasts, a narrow waist and substantial hips. She had lost her older husband five years before and was known for her good deeds. Lady M licked her full lips as she eyed the bulge in Lord Anthony's breeches. She loved sucking young cock but there were few young men that were interested in somebody who looked as she did. They all seemed to prefer young girls, the younger the better.

The last woman possessed a most striking figure. She had been referred to as "R" and wore a veil that covered her eyes and nose.  She was quite petite but sported what was obviously a pair of thrusting breasts far too large for her torso.  Tony was not fooled for a moment. He knew who she was. He had been admiring that figure, and those titties in particular, for many years. It was his Aunt Rose, his mother's younger sister. She was a spinster and was the headmistress of a boarding school for young girls. He had speculated often that she preferred pussey to prick. What was she doing here?

Lady Eliza was wearing another lemon creation with a lacy bustier that revealed more than it hid. Her big round breasts with their crinkled uppers and prominent blue veins rolled and swayed within the loose confines of her dress. He could almost smell the heated invitation of her oleaginous cunt. Since he'd fucked her the first time, she had spent most of her free time scheming to be fucked by him again. Her own daughter had provided one excuse. While she knew Tony was a prodigious fucking automaton, she had some doubts that there would be any left over after he had dealt with the other four matrons.

"Ladies! For your delectation, Lord Anthony has agreed to provide you all with an afternoon's diversion. I have set aside a room for you each to indulge in private. If you all follow me, I'll show you to your room. Tony, would you be so kind as to escort the Duchess." Lady Eliza led the troop out of the withdrawing room and up the wide stairs of the Mayfair mansion with Duchess 'D' bringing up the rear with her hand on Tony's arm.

Ensconced in a pretty bedroom, Tony observed the aristocratic duchess. She was clearly nervous and clutched the snifter of brandy in trembling hands. "My dear lady, please calm yourself. You're as nervous as a day old kitten."

"I'm sorry, Tony. This is not a situation I am familiar with. The Duke has not touched me since our wedding night, a night I am ashamed of. His breaching of my maidenhead made him puke his wedding feast all over my night rail. The very next day I found him on his knees sucking one of the valets.  He made it quite clear that if I indulged in any sort of sexual activity, he would ensure my disgrace. As you are aware, my brother is next in line to the throne and scandal would ruin him. If anybody should find out about today, I ......" she started sobbing.

Tony led her to the large bed and sat her down, his arm around her heaving shoulders. "There, there my dear. You shouldn't worry at all. Nobody in today's assemblage will utter a word. They all need to keep their secrets." Pausing reflectively, he said, "I take it then that you are practically a virgin, madam?"

"There's the rub, sirrah. I have heard it whispered that I have been having a grand time with the young men of our household but none of them have been for me. Besides, I am no oil painting, and as I have aged, I have become even less attractive to men. Our butler is the only man who pays me any attention and I am sure he is interested in me. He is the only male member of the household who has not been attacked by the Duke."

"Good grief, my lady, we must make amends for your years of neglect. It is true that your face may be described as lived in but your eyes are beautiful. I cannot wait to see them alive with passion. You have absolutely magnificent titties, and as my father often told me, one does not need to look at the mantelpiece while stoking the fire."

"Tony! What a positively rude thing to say, young man." Her supposed stern rebuke was ruined by a girlish giggle.

"Stand up, dear lady and allow me to get at the goods." Tony stood her up while he remained seated and divested her of her glass. He imprisoned her robust thighs between his and began unbuttoning her dress. Very soon he was able to slide it down from her shoulders and over her hips to puddle at the floor. Her well filled petticoat was next. Tantalisingly slow, he inched it down revealing her luscious milky white breasts until it snagged on the upturned buttons of her untried nipples. Freeing the garment, he filled his hands with her weighty bosom and groaned as he buried his face within her cleavage. She was warm, smelling of lavender and slightly perspiring. He ran his thumbs over her crinkled areolae and experienced a lurch in his pants as he felt them ripple more and the nipples rise into prominent strawberries. He fell upon them alternatively sucking, biting and pinching ignoring her pleas and moans as he fed like a starving baby. Abruptly he stopped laving her and looked up to see her eyes shut tight with several fat tears running down her cheeks.

"Madam, please don't overset yourself. This is quite a normal prelude to what is to follow."

"I know, I know," she sobbed. "It's just that no man has ever kissed or suckled on my breasts. You must know how I've yearned for a baby to do so."

"If babies had done so madam, they would not be in the miraculous condition they are today. Let me at them again, they are priceless." Tony resumed his unashamed mauling of the duchess's magnificent mammaries while continuing to slide her petticoat down over her hips to the floor. Still suckling, he ran his hands up her back and down over her prominent haunches and around and over her tubby tummy where he felt hair.  He leaned back and looked at a carpet of white and brunette hair that grew profusely from just below her belly button and down to her mons with some on her upper thighs.

"I say madam, quite a shaggy patch you have here. Spread your legs, I wish to fiddle with your magic button."

"Magic button, sirrah!!??"

"Yes, my dear. Hidden in this veritable forest is a magic button that will make you swoon with delight. I am amazed you have not found it for yourself."

"Oh, Lord Anthony, I was so ashamed on my wedding night, I believed that my private parts had made the Duke puke and have been afraid to touch let alone look. I say, what are you doing with your fingers? I seemed to have wet myself!"

"Nay, madam, that is the first flush of your joy juice." He lifted his middle finger to his lips and sucked it noisily. "And, how lovely you taste, my dear. As sweet as a young girl's I do declare.  Why madam, you are blushing quite alarmingly."

"Am I supposed to feel pleasure from what you are doing because I am, you know."

"You certainly are, and believe me, so am I. Now, I'll just part this jungle and.....ah, what have we here, dear lady. I do believe it is a clitty. Yum, yum!" With that, Tony swooped on the glowing pink nubbin, sucking and licking while holding back the forest of hair. He alternated his suckling with some palating of her steaming gash to the point where her juice started drooling down the insides of her substantial thighs. She clutched his head, moaning continuously, her sexual agony evident by the trembling of her body.

"Tony, please stop. I cannot take more of this delight," she whimpered hunching over to drape her extravagant breasts over his head.

Lord Millhaven pushed his face, shiny with her fluids, up through her dangling mammaries and smiled at her. She gushed another tribute as she took in the handsome sight before her. "No, madam, we cannot stop. You must ready me for the ultimate experience. Step back while I disrobe but continue to play with your lovely clitty."  In no time he was naked, his ready prick at 45 degrees and dripping from its shiny snout. The Duchess's eyes widened as she took in the handsome figure before her especially the beautiful appendage that quivered and pulsed in salute. He grabbed her by the elbows and backed toward the bed. He sat on the edge and gently pressured her to her knees so that her blushing face was inches from his straining organ.

"My dear Duchess 'D', when you seduce your butler, paying tribute to the staff of life will ensure a successful outcome for you both. Not only does it ready the member for action, it clearly indicates willingness on the part of the female to engage in lusty congress. Now lick the big vein underneath gathering up those dripping juices. That's it, keep one hand between your legs and play with your magic button while the other gently fondles my dangling balls. This heats the sperm and provides impetus to the spurt. Now run your tongue around the head and gently suck it into your mouth. Wonderful, wonderful. You can keep that up and be rewarded with a liberal dosing of man seed in which event you will have to keep going to have it regain stiffness, or, you can simply jump upon it and thrust it into your cunny for your own pleasure. Since I have other activities planned for today, I simply must insist in giving you your first real cock. Off your knees and come here."

Tony lifted the hefty duchess upright and gently had her straddle him. She was off in some nirvana as evidenced by the glazed look in her lovely eyes and the sensuous licking of her lips and allowed him to place her knees either side of his muscular torso. Within seconds she realised that the head of his regal cock that she had so lovingly sucked had pushed between the lips of her privates. She gasped as she felt the heat and instinctively leaned forward to enable a better angle of entry. This had her enormous milk jugs sway forward and smother Tony with scented tit flesh. His hands lifted her wide hips a little, then forced them down to enable a few more inches to enter her clasping cunnie. Flexing his hips, he steadily drove the remainder of his steely rod to crash the sensitive helmet against her cervix. This jolted her upright and he stared transfixed as her mammoth breasts flew in opposite oscillations, her mouth gaping wide and issuing a mini scream.

"My Lord, my Lord, you have pierced me to the core. I am done, I am dizzy, I will swoon."

"Nay, madam, you will ride your cock horse and experience pleasure like no other." Tony reached for her dangling breasts and nudged her with his hips into a gentle trot. Within seconds her cunt gripped his pulsating penis and he felt a flush of juice fall upon his heated balls. "Faster now madam, you will reach another pinnacle especially when I douse your innards with my cum." 

Urged by his hands on her titties, the aged duchess posted up and down upon his steely cock until she felt the flared head enlarge. Instinctively, she bore down to mash her hairy mons and colossal clitty onto the base of his shaft thus ensuring that his erupting volcano spewed its hot lava as far up her as it could go. She succeeded and felt pleasure like never before. She was not a dried up old prune after all; she was a lusty, loving woman. Shivering intensely while she went through the throes of the lengthy orgasm that women have and men can't, she leaned forward and gently kissed the lips of the smiling Lord Millhaven.  

"Thank you so much, young Tony. I would never have dreamed that this feeling existed. As much as I would love another romp, you have tired these old bones out. I will bathe and recover and when I do, I shall go home and seek out Charles, my butler. He and I have much to discuss. As for the duke, he has terminal syphilis and will not last much longer, and good riddance I say." Duchess kissed him again and gently rose to stand before his recumbent body. "Ooh, how messy! Allow me to clean it for you before you attend to your next lady.....slurp, lick, slobber........"



Lusty Lord Millhaven Ch. 05



Regrettably, many moons have passed since Literotica published the last chapter in this saga. To those kind e-mailers, I have not stopped writing but have been on somewhat of a sabbatical. For those readers who have never read anything of mine, please acquaint yourself with earlier chapters so that you will understand the lustful personality of Lord Anthony Millhaven and how he came to be in this situation.

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Lord Anthony Millhaven of Beechwood leaned indolently against the doorway watching Mrs. Jessica Phillips pace nervously back and forth from window to window in the airy bedroom that she had been allocated by her hostess, Lady Eliza Montgomery. Dressed in mourning black and possessing a figure from front on that was more reminiscent of a roly poly man, she fidgeted with a lace handkerchief and kept muttering "no, no" to herself. She was a patroness of Almacks and some said the chief patroness. The ladies of Almacks held sway in the ton and determined who held balls, who attended and, depending on how impressed they were, which young ladies met advantageous matches during their coming out season. They were a prestigious bunch, highly respected or feared and chosen for the high moral ground that they all stood for.

Just why Lady Eliza had invited her to be one of Lord Anthony's amusements at her 'at home' was not entirely beyond him as he had been provided with certain information. All afternoon she had exhibited considerable signs that she did not want to be present at this soiree. Completely oblivious to Tony's presence, she paused in her pacing at one of the windows and leaned over and looked down as if she were looking for some form of escape. This action had Tony sucking in his breath as the action served to show his keen eye three things of interest to him, an interest that had his ever eager penis twitching in anticipation. Firstly, her back was actually quite slender and narrowed to quite a reasonable waistline for a lady that wouldn't see fifty again. Secondly, the stretching of the bombazine dress over shapely buttocks indicated quite a voluptuous resting ground for his bollocks. Thirdly, whatever was in front of her stomach could not be belly as he had first surmised; it had to be a giant pair of titties, the like of which he had never encountered during his eager quest for bigger, better, or just plain different baby feeders. 

Silently, Lord Anthony moved to the chair next to the fire, sat and poured two generous snifters of brandy that had been left to warm. "Would you care for a libation, dear Jessica?" She whirled around at the sound of his friendly voice desperately reaching for her quizzing glass. "Don't bother with your meagre form of defence," he said indicating the glass, "I know for a fact that you have perfect vision."

She slipped into her persona of 'little old lady', hunched her shoulders and shuffled over to stand protectively behind the wings of the tall chair opposite his lordship. "I have no idea what you mean, Lord Millhaven, and I shan't partake of liquor at this hour of the day," she sniffed disdainfully. She surveyed his lordship, resplendent in a robe de chambre idly swirling his brandy while he regarded her with his piercing gaze. Her beaten heart fluttered as she took in what was unarguably the finest male specimen she had ever seen. For once, Jessica regretted that she would talk her way out of any form of physical contact. She stayed protectively behind the chair but frowned as he rose to his majestic height and firmly but gently urged her into the seat opposite his and pressed the brandy snifter into her hands.

"Drink up, Jessica, old girl. I want you to understand that there will be no secrets between us. You have been living a lie for nigh on 30 years by the reckoning of my informant." She gasped and looked frantically at the door. He ignored her anxious plight. "No escape for you woman; tonight you confront your demons!"

"I really cannot comprehend what you mean, Lord Millhaven," Jessica announced with an attempt at bravado belied by the slight quivering of her tone.

"My informant, who has been closely associated with your family for many, many years has advised that while there was a Mr. Phillips very early in the piece, there was some scandal involving spying for the French and said Mr. Phillips was given a one way berth to the colonies – Van Diemen's Land I believe." She gasped again. "Your older brother newly back from the Americas stood in for your real husband for close to 30 years until his recent death. That is who you are in mourning for, not your unlamented husband." Tears were forming on her cheeks and she took a hasty gulp from her glass.

"What else do you know?" she asked dejectedly.

"My informant was not too clear on this point," said Tony stabbing a finger at her, "but just how close were you to your brother." The tears came now, copious and accompanied by sobbing. "I think I have the answer, my dear. Do not overset yourself, your secret is safe with me. Such a dark secret explains your attitudes with respect to the standards you set at Almacks. You require extremely modest behaviour in contrast to your own licentious relationship. Stop sobbing, dear Jessica, and tell me all about your dirty, dirty little life."

Jessica Phillips, doyen of Almacks, took control of her emotions and accepted another glass of the potent brandy. Her shoulders slumped and she gazed unseeing at the fireplace. "I met my husband while travelling the continent. We married there and as he was in the diplomatic corps we were posted to Venice. Shortly thereafter he was arrested and charged with treason. So that the government would not be embarrassed, he was immediately transported to the colonies. I wrote to my brother, my one remaining relative and he came to rescue me. Bearing in mind the huge embarrassment of my husband's disgrace and my need to retain my standing in society, I readily agreed to Hugo's suggestion that we pretend to be married. Little did I know what he had planned all along. Within days of returning to London, I found myself trussed to my bed while he made free with my body."

Tony steepled his fingers. "Made free? More information, dear Jessica, if you please, and as accurate as possible. While I have never needed to tie any of my playmates down, the idea intrigues me."

"I awoke just two nights after returning to my husband's house to find my brother astride me. My hands were tied to the bed posts and he was pushing his, er, er, um thing between my chestal mounds."

"Speak English, woman. You mean he was titty fucking your huge breasts, with his cock, his prick, his babymaker!!"

"Yes, yes!! Twice he inundated my upper body with his fluids. He pushed and pummelled, grabbed and groped my poor abused breasts. He ignored my pleadings and when he lay down beside me he explained that he had been obsessed with them since we were teenies when he saw them accidentally one night. He had plotted for years to have at them and I never knew. He reminded me that my whole life depended on his munificence and patronage and that I was to be ready for him at any time, day, morning or night. While he had me vaginally and even anally, it was my breasts that fascinated him most." She looked up shyly at the extremely handsome Lord Millhaven through shimmering lashes and looked almost girlish. "He made me dress in such a way as to disguise their size so that no other man would give me a second look. I am not an oil painting, sirrah, and he knew it. My lot in life was not so bad, really. He did look after me though, and I do miss him. However, he was the only one who got any pleasure from our sexual interludes and I am positive he never gave a thought to whether I enjoyed any part of our bed times." 

"I am appalled madam. I simply cannot enjoy a congress between myself and my pleasure partner without her experiencing at least the same amount of bliss if not more given the unfortunate fact that women are multi-orgasmic, damn them!!"

"Orgasmic, my lord??"

"Damn right! You have no concept of a lady's orgasm. Good Christ, where have you been all your life??"

Jessica cast her eyes downward. "I have been a means by which my brother fountained his lust upon me but never in me." She shifted her eyes to his. "I am given to understand, my lord, that you are somewhat skilled in the art of er of er sexual relations, and that is why I am here. I mean to find out what it is really all about, and I am, er, willing to do whatever is necessary to do so!" She fixed her gaze upon the enormously handsome young man in front of her. "Anything, anything at all, my lord."

Tony steepled his hands in front of his handsome visage. "Hmmm. Let us start by getting you out of that ridiculous dress. Please disrobe, madam. Let the ferret see the rabbit."

Almost mesmerised by his authorative tone, Jessica Phillips stared into his eyes and slowly began unbuttoning the 30 buttons that did up the front of her unattractive black bombazine dress. Sipping his brandy, Lord Millhaven narrowed his eyes as the first ten buttons revealed a tightly wrapped bandage about the upper chest. His eyes widened as button after button revealed more wrapping until it stopped about belly button height. She shifted her arse forward on the seat and kept unbuttoning. When the buttons were undone to lap height, she pulled the dress off her shoulders and arms and dropped it to her lap. She stared at him as his widened by the sight of two enormous bulging breasts livid with purple veins capped with two simply enormous teats pointing downward.

"There, Lord Anthony, you now know my secret," she said softly. "I am deformed and my brother made me hide my deformity."

"Deformed my sainted aunt! You simply have the most enormous udders I have ever seen, Jessica. Stand up and get rid of the ridiculous strapping; let me see all of you."

Urged by the obvious lascivious interest in his intelligent eyes, Jessica slowly stood and reached to the end of the strapping and began unwinding it from around her body. As she did so, her dress slowly slid down over her womanly hips, down over curvaceous thighs to puddle at her feet. Her elongated tits reached to below her crotch not allowing the lecherous lord a view of her mound of venus. She dropped the strapping on the chair and slowly stood erect. 

Lord Anthony, cock prominently bulging under his robe de chambre, took in the sight before him. Her alabaster skin was without blemish except for the long stretch marks that ran for the top third of her breasts. They bulged out into huge gourd shaped rounds capped with enormous teats upon large saucer sized dark brown almost black areolae that were pimpled with whitish protrusions. The bottom part of a profusely curly haired pussy covered any vaginal lips beneath. Her legs were astounding.

"Turn around, my dear," he ordered, his voice hoarse with excitement. Slowly she swivelled and he took in the perfect violin shape of her beautiful back, her full round hips and dimpled knees. "Bend over and place your hands on the chair arms." She did so and her elongated breasts touched the seat. "Spread your legs, dear Jessica."

"No, please no," she whimpered, "I cannot. You will see my secret place. My brother told me it was the most horrible sight he had ever beheld."

"Indeed I will. Now do as you are told or I will have your secret all over London within 24 hours and you will be laughed out of Almacks."

Sobbing, Jessica slowly slid her feet apart and he almost laughed to see her clench her buttock cheeks to try to keep her private place hidden from him. He reached across and smacked her hard on one delightful arse cheek, then using his other hand to help, spread her tight buttocks to reveal one of the strangest pussies he had ever seen. It was clear that her vagina was not large but her labia majoria was not only huge but strangely shaped. He rose from his chair and spun her gently around and pushed her into her chair. He dropped to his knees and roughly pushed her thighs apart eager to see more of her strange apparatus. 

"Please, no," sobbed Jessica, "I know it is too horrible to look at. My brother refused to..."

"Rubbish, woman. You have one of the most unique pussies it has been my pleasure to see. Hold those titties to one side while I become better acquainted." As the veil of her breasts was parted, Tony peered more closely at the strange sight before him. Bulging outward by at least two inches, the upper part had the left lip overlapping the right lip and the reverse on the bottom half. From top to bottom, the length was less than three inches. One single translucent drop of secretion hung from the bottom. The lips themselves appeared to be glued tight. Tentatively, Tony placed a finger at the top juncture and insinuated it between the huge vaginal lips and began to prise them apart. A small aperture appeared. Running his finger gently down to the bottom half he was rewarded with the slow unfurling of huge petals. Ignoring the fact that she had gone breathless, he ran his finger back up and back down noting a slight dewiness and the widening of the aperture as the cunt lips further unfurled outward then sideways to lay apart upon her hairy mons revealing a dull pink vertical slit. At the top was small bulge that hid her clitoris. Leaning forward, he used the point of his tongue to lick from bottom to top, bottom to top, over and over until he felt a sudden opening in the centre. He pulled back eyeing the serrated nymphae of her ruined maidenhead through a hole no bigger that a button from one of his jackets. He drove his rigid tongue deep into the hole and began to tongue-fuck her. Tony reached up and removed her hands from her breasts and allowed them to drape around his ears while pinching, tweaking and mauling her burgeoning nipples. Vaguely, as if from afar, he heard her sobs turn to moans and felt her pelvis begin to squirm against him. In out, up down, in out, up, up, in and out he drove his tongue enjoying the unique bittersweet taste of her until he finally tasted something different, somehow sweeter and thicker.

He peered up through the canyon of her tits and enjoyed the sight of her alabaster shoulders mottled in red, her eyes shut tight and her small mouth gasping for air. Tony stood and divested himself of the robe, his tremendous cock pointing out horizontally at her. "Open your eyes, my dear woman and gaze upon the instrument that is about to give you the best fucking of your life. Open I say!" Her tear bedewed eyes opened and then widened in astonishment at the beautiful staff before her. "It needs to be made stiffer, my dear – give it a good sucking. Mmmh, that is nice although a bit tight. Lave the knob and especially the area just under, that's right, you're doing fine. I bet your brother had you do this to him, hmmh? Now, how in hell could he titfuck those enormous dugs of yours?" 

Jessica leaned back and looking him in the eye, gathered her enormous pendulant breasts and held them straight out, the hugely erect nipples pointing at him like two accusing eyes. "He put his thing into them and drove himself in and out until he was finished. It never took long." Although rampantly erect, Tony forced his prick to almost horizontal and slowly penetrated the warm soft mound of breast flesh held before him. When drove in his length to his balls until he could feel the rigid nipples against his upper thighs. He still had some way to go before he reached the solid wall of her chest. Slowly she began to oscillate her breasts over under and around his steel-like cock. 

"No wonder the silly bastard didn't last long! You have a rare talent there, dear Jessica, but I am damned if I'll waste my load there when you have a mouse's ear to be taken. Lay back and put your legs over the arms of the chair." 

Jessica laid back and slowly raised her beautiful legs over the chair arms so that he had an unimpeded gaze of her spread lips and tiny hole that winked at him in welcome. "Please be gentle, Lord Anthony," she murmured, "I have only been penetrated a few times before on my honeymoon and you are so big."

"All the better to give you satisfaction, satisfaction you have been craving for years, dear Jessica." On his knees, he inched forward until the flared head of his angry cock with its drooling urethra lined up with her tiny cuntal opening. Usually he would slide his knob up and down normal sized openings but this was no normal sized opening. He began to have doubts that he would get it in at all. Flexing his muscular buttocks and ignoring her anxious moans he slowly inched his hungry cock into her. Miraculously, the waiting cunt seemed to widen as his patient entry proceeded and once the flared head had conquered the entrance, it seemed to suck his rigidity right into her tight hot depths until he lodged against her cervix with still several inches to go. 

"Ah, my dear, rarely have I been in a tighter pussey. Ye gods I'm glad I loosened you up before I put my cock to you. Now lift your dugs up and drape them over my shoulders and hold on for dear life. I intend to fuck you until you scream for mercy, dear Jessica." The feel of her heavy jugs upon his broad back was unique to say the least. She had her tiny hands clasped to his heaving haunches and it felt like he was in the arms of a voluptuous octopus. Slowly he started pushing his pulsing phallus in and out of her tightly grasping cunt and within seconds felt a warm creamy emission bathe his staff. Although this did not lessen the exquisite tightness it did aid the deepening of his thrusts as he ground into her until his swinging balls crashed against the puckered ring of her anal ring. Increasing the speed of his fucking, he was delighted by all the senses; the smell of her agitated cunt and lightly perfumed cleavage, the feel of her majestic tits rolling around his shoulder blades and of her hands scrabbling at his muscular arse cheeks, the sight of her beautiful eyes that stared up into his revealing the amazement of her experience and the sound of her excited moans and cries as his pounding cockhead pummelled her womb. She came again and again, and with a savage primal cry, he felt his balls tighten and unleash a massive load deep within her. Jessica felt the inundation of his hot sperm and came with a deep shudder that rippled throughout her body. As he reared up to ensure that he spunked her deepest recesses, her humongous breasts slid from his shoulders and onto her chest. Since she was still clutching his buttocks, he was rewarded by the sight of the chasm of her cleavage and the pulchritudinous pouting of her dark brown nipples. As his outpourings diminished, he placed his hands either side of her mammoth mammaries so that the nipples were only a couple of inches apart and attacked her teats, worrying and biting so that she moaned anew and continued her mini peaks of her orgasm. As she came down from her heights, he gentled his attack and began laving and sucking her sensitive nipples until they began to deflate.

His organ had itself deflated enough for him to lean back and extract himself from her clinging cunney. When at last his outrageous cockhead pulled free of pussey lips, he was amused to see their combined cream pulse out of her tiny slit and slowly trail down the cleft of her fine arse to pool upon the chair. She inched up a little and her elongated melons fell down toward her pussey. Gently, Tony worked more of his fluid out of his cock and anointed each of the areolae and then wiped his tired prick between the bulging mounds. He lifted one breast and presented the glistening nipple to her lips and ordered her to lick and, after licking all of his residue from her dark teat he did the same to the other.

Lord Anthony stood, reached for his robe and tied it on. Looking down and the still spreadeagled doyen of Almacks, her pussey dribbling, what he could see of her stomach palpitating and her huge breasts resting in her tiny hands. "My dear Jessica, that was a mighty fine fuck. Clearly you need further exercising in the lusty arts and I am just the man to provide you with such an education. My housekeeper, Mrs. Forsythe will call on you within the next several days. Please ensure you follow her instructions to the letter. Unfortunately, there are still two more ladies awaiting my services so for the moment, I bid you adieu." He turned and strode from the room leaving her gasping at his impertinence and knowing that she would do anything – anything at all to savour once again the highest sensual plateaux she had ever experienced. 



Lusty Lord Millhaven Ch. 06



Lord Anthony Millhaven of Beechwood leaned indolently against the door jamb of the rear saloon at Lacy Eliza's mansion watching as the Lady 'M' nervously sipped at a clear alcoholic beverage – gin he guessed, her agitation obvious as she squirmed on the over stuffed printed fabric sofa. She stared straight ahead completely lost in her thoughts and Tony took advantage to peruse her closely. Unlike the austerely beautiful Duchess 'D' and the strangely attractive Mrs. Phillips, Lady 'M' – Matilda was everybody's picture of a favourite aunt and a country one at that. She had close cropped curly silver hair, pinkish cheeks and was dressed in a floral dress more suited to gardening than a social evening. Nonetheless, she filled it out quite well. While her age was indeterminate – somewhere in her fifties he guessed, she had retained quite a curvaceous figure being broad of hip, narrow of waist and expansive of breast. From his ninety degree angle from her, her titties stuck out from her chest a good six to eight inches in some sort of holder that was well packed. 

He recalled that she had confided to her good friend Eliza that she was desperate to suck a man's cock having not had the pleasure for many years. She had blushingly confessed to having become addicted as a young girl at the instruction of her music teacher. Later, as a young bride, her new husband had been absolutely horrified when she raised his night shirt on their wedding night and the ensuing lecture on the proprieties of married life had ensured the next eight years and four children quenched any such desire to gaze upon his privates, let alone suck the spunk from him. Monthly visits in the dark, over and done with rapidly, left her with nothing more than the joy of parenthood. The children had flown the nest and the husband had died with little sorrow from her. Now it was her turn. She had hired several young good looking men with bulging breeches as footmen but had not yet confronted them with her need, that of sucking cock. 

What Lady Eliza had told her about the Lord of Beechwood had stunned her. 

He was such a roué. 

He had a penchant for older women. 

He adored large breasts.

He had sired a number of children both in town and at Beechwood.

He had impregnated Eliza's daughter.

He was devilishly handsome and he had that look; I have a cock and I know how to use it.

He had devastated her this afternoon – so debonair, so tall dark and strong, such a huge bulge in breeches clearly cut to show his attributes – a big cock and plenty of balls laden with sperm. She licked the gin off her full rosy lips and imagined what it would be like to worship at the mount of priapus. 

Suddenly she noticed a pair of elegant feet in front of her. She gasped and slowly raised her eyes, noting the bathrobe parted at the muscular chest, to the handsome visage of the Lord of Beechwood. His eyes sparkled with amusement as he saw her trembling hands.

"My Lord, I did not hear you enter." Matilda rose to curtsey but was stayed by a hand on her shoulder.

"Perhaps you were day dreaming about this!" Tony pronounced pulling his bathrobe aside.

Rapidly her eyes darted down the length of his body and fastened on his noble cock. It dangled from a dark curly nest some six inches or so to an inch below his hairy cum laden balls. She took no notice of the dried evidence of his previous encounter but stared fascinated at the perfect specimen in front of her. The trunk was broad and the foreskin had been removed unlike her music teacher of old, the only other penis she had ever seen. The great purple head hung low and had a collar of dried whitish substance. 

Matilda, awed, whispered without looking up. "May I my Lord?"

"Suck, my dear, suck and enjoy."

The glass of gin had dropped to the floor the minute she had noticed him and now she reached out for his magnificent prick, the sheer beauty of which had left her strangely dry mouthed. One hand cupped his heavy balls while the other gently lifted his prick towards her mouth. Tentatively her tongue gathered saliva and slithered out to lave the inverted V below the helmet and was rewarded with an indrawn breath and an almost imperceptible lengthening of his prodigious shaft. Her music teacher had been right about that being the sensitive part of a cock. She knew that the hours of practice with him would now pay off and, with the use of instinct and training she would tame this beast before her.

With infinite care, she began using her tongue to clean his cock of the exudation of he and the others he had been with and she found their leavings quite tasty. She left no part of his staff untouched and then lifted it to suck the stiffened juice from his hairy ballocks right round to his perineum until, having sucked and licked him clean, she plunged her hot mouth over his spit shiny cock head. Matilda let it rest upon her tongue as she savoured the unique feel of a cock in her mouth once more. Slowly, the head began to expand and the staff to lengthen in her hand. Her other hand lovingly cupped his balls and felt the stones within get hotter and hotter. She began to suck, and lave, and suck and squeeze and the lessons of youth returned unbidden. She had not lost her touch. She now had a rigid throbbing prick projecting from her mouth and she dropped her hand to assist the other in delicately massaging his nuts. 

Suddenly, she felt his hands upon the side of her head and looked up in alarm. Had she done something wrong, missed a step of the process, clutched his stones too harshly, what? 

"You are doing exceedingly well my dear. However, I find the stimulus of dandling a pair of bosoms while being sucked to be especially pleasant." 

Her mouth fell of his prick in shock. "But, but nobody has ever, er, ever....."

"Played with your titties? Caressed and pinched your sensitive nipples? Never been sucked, even by your babes? Never been seen by a man, not even your music teacher who was only interested in your mouth? Well? No need to answer madam, your shocked response says it all. Allow me to ease this awful dress from your shoulders. Ah, and what is this, pray tell. One of those dreadful French bustieres I suspect. Off with that.....ah yes, a magnificent set of tits and barely used. Just how I like 'em, madam, heavy and fleshy, and marbled with the blue veins of motherhood." Matilda was looking down as if she had never seen her own breasts before and absently rubbing Lord Anthony's cock over her downy cheek. "And what's this, my dear? "A pair of splendid nipples of the rosiest hue. Indeed madam you are blessed with a fine set of prick huggers and in just a few moments after you have sufficiently anointed our fine friend, I will show you the joys of tittie fucking. Suck, dear Matilda, suck, and make sure you put plenty of juice upon my boy, he still has some way to travel tonight and I can ill afford to have him misused."

Stunned, Matilda bent to her task, ensuring that she drooled saliva all over his throbbing shaft. Lord Anthony had taken up the weight of her extremely ample breasts and was weighing them while caressing them from chest to nipple where he paused to pinch and twist before repeating the process. Her nipples became engorged like never before. As well, her cunny seemed to be leaking into her under clothes, and for a horrified moment she thought that she had piddled herself. Then she remembered what Eliza had told her. She was juicing up in preparation for the age old entry of penis largis. Strange that it had never happened to her before. Somewhat distracted, Matilda replaced the gorgeous prick in her mouth and began to worship. Somehow the increased cadence of his hands upon her breasts encouraged her to speed up the rhythm of her sucking. She became determined to draw his man juice from him. 

"Kneel upon the sofa, Tilda, and offer your titties to me. I told you I would tittie fuck you and you will obey." Grudgingly Matilda worked her way to her knees without her hand leaving his prick. Gently she placed it upright between the snowy globes now mottled with desire and with his hands guiding her, gripped the outsides of her heaving bosoms and sandwiched his incredibly hot prick within. "Work those lovelies up and down, and as the knob comes free, give him a lovely suck, there's a good girl. My gosh Tilda, you're doing that exceedingly well.....takes some of my girls ages to learn to do that properly but you are an absolute natural at it."

Matilda was becoming hot and flustered as she massaged the throbbing hot prick with her magnificent mammaries, the nipples of which were being aroused by rasping upon the hair of his sculpted belly. Her viscous juices were running freely down the insides of her legs and a sizeable puddle had pooled on the sofa. 

She was astounded! Lord Tony had not cum! Her music teacher had rarely lasted a couple of minutes after he had finally achieved full erection and then had pulled aside and dribbled into a ready handkerchief. Her husband had barely achieved erection at all before depositing his scant offering barely within the opening of her cunny. It had been amazing to her that she had conceived at all and not the four times that had borne children. 

She looked up and was amazed to discover that Lord Anthony was smiling at her extremely indulgently. "I know madam; you are wondering when I will loose my seed. Sucking and tittie fucking are all very well but I thoroughly enjoy the main event, especially in a pussy new to my stalwart prince. However, I do promise to unload in your lovely mouth so that you may taste the results of your efforts! Now stand up on the sofa and allow me to divest you of this unnecessary and quite awful dress. Good grief madam, you have on pantaloons if I am not mistaken. That is better, is it not? Now then what have we here? I do believe this is a true hour glass figure – magnificent pair of thrusters, trim waist, lovely child bearing hips and under this wisp of silvery hair, a pair of pouting pussey lips as well as unmarked thighs and quite the loveliest calves I have yet had the pleasure of viewing. You are quite remarkable, my dear, and I envy those three young studs you have waiting at your residence. Don't gasp, my dear, I know all about them. In fact, I sent my housekeeper, Mrs. Forsythe over to instruct them on the finer points of pleasing older, more discerning ladies, and I am pleased to say, gave them all glowing references. You are about to become a very happy and satisfied lady. What do you say, hmmmn?"

Matilda, quite stunned sunk to her knees on the sofa, and came face to face with his lordship's sceptre. She gripped it firmly and planting a kiss upon its rosy cheek, looked up at the amused Lord of Beechwood. "My gratitude is without bounds, Tony and I have no idea how I can ever repay you. Ask anything of me and it is yours without question."

"I will think upon it Lady 'M' but in the mean time, on your back, ankles over my shoulders, that's it, now..."



Lusty Lord Millhaven Ch. 07



Lord Anthony Millhaven of Beechwood leaned indolently against the wall outside the fourth bedroom of the day. He had previously enjoyed the various delights of the Duchess D, the alleged Mrs. Phillips and the matronly Lady Matilda all of whom he had left swooning in a lustful daze. He now contemplated the lady awaiting him within this last door. Referred to simply as 'R' when the introductions had been made, it had become immediately clear to him despite her veil that she was his Aunt Rosa; petite but with thrusting torpedo-like breasts that were far too large for her torso. She was the spinster head mistress of an all girls school and had never married. He had often contemplated whether she liked cock or cunt and in such contemplation his baton had stiffened at the thought. It stiffened now. 

Tony cracked the door and peered into the room, his eyes widening in appreciation of the sight before him. Aunt Rosa was pacing back and forth before the window wringing her hands. She was dressed in an ankle length diaphanous gown so sheer that he could see her bounteous breasts swinging and rolling as she paced. As she turned he could clearly see the rounded curves of her high set buttocks as they too rolled and swayed. She still wore her veil and Tony despite a rigid upright prick under his night robe could not restrain a hearty chuckle. 

Rosa swung around to seek the source of the noise and Tony's eyes widened further by the sight of her magnificent breasts fighting against the restraints of her night rail. Facing him as she now was, the dark triangle of her pubis became abundantly clear. She flailed her hands first to her mons and then to her breasts as her cheeks coloured beneath the veil.

"Lord Millhaven!! You surprised me, sir." She turned her back on the lusty lord and glanced over her shoulder at him. "You have me at a disadvantage since you failed to knock before you entered."

"Madam R, my deepest apologies for startling you. I was transfixed by your beauteous body but could not hold back a chortle when I saw you still wearing your veil. I know that under that pitiful disguise is a very handsome face, and one that I know well. Off with it I say and let us be truthful."

"You know who I am?"

"Of course! I recognised you immediately, my lady aunt. You rival my dear lady mother in the lushness of your body and that dark auburn hair is very distinguishable. It is the same shade as hers. And no veil on earth could hide your extraordinarily beautiful visage. Now off with the veil and let us adjourn to the window seat to discuss what is before us." Aunt Rosa lifted the veil and let it drop on the occasional table and allowed the young Lord Anthony to lead her to the seat below the large window. He placed his arm around her shoulder and tipped her chin up so that she could meet his dark penetrative gaze. "Tell me, dear Aunt Rosa, how did it happen that you attended this soiree? Did you know that I, your nephew, was to be performing stud duties for a group of randy mares? Well?"

Rose glanced away but his lordship sternly turned her back to face him, his eyes boring into hers. "I, er, that is, I er......." she stuttered. "Damnit all, the truth is I have lusted after you for many years. I took myself away to that girls school and while I was happy to be made school mistress, I rued that I had done so just to avoid my base desires. Even as a lad, you had the power to mesmerise me and set my sore heart aquiver. Worse still, I harboured lustful thoughts and you, a mere lad were their object. I had to leave and I've been miserable ever since." So saying, she threw her face down into her hands and sobbed, deep wrenching sobs her whole body shaking beneath the almost see through night rail.

Tony ran his hand soothingly up and down her back, a very taut and firm back with a muscle definition in the shoulders that bespoke the weight she carried in front. "There, there, my darling Aunt, all is well. I am here to relieve you of my burden and believe me, there is no doubt you will relieve me of a similar burden."

Rosa leaned up and searched his face, her eyes reddened by her tears. "What do you mean, Tony?" she asked.

He took her chin into his hand and said sincerely and with timbre in his voice, "I achieved my first erection at a ridiculously young age while watching you about your toilette, my dear Aunt. When you left for that post far away, I vowed that one day I would make love to you until you fainted." She gasped and lowered her eyelids murmuring a low "oh". "Furthermore, my dear I deliberately chose you as my last lover this evening to ensure I had sufficient control not to blow my manhood at my first sight of your magnificent body!"

Rosa gasped again and blushed charmingly. Tony turned her shoulders so that she faced him and placed a gentle kiss upon her tremulous lips, his hot tongue gently tracing their lush outlines. "Now is not the time for modesty, my dear Aunt. Allow me to divest you of this quite unnecessary robe." Already entranced by her facial beauty highlighted by riveting brown eyes, a charming nose and pearly teeth, Tony slowly slid the robe down as if uncovering a rare treasure, and he was. Helpless, he moaned as her truly awesome breasts were exposed. Unusually lifted and separated, the cones that were her nipples pointed up at a forty five degree angle and sat atop her magnificent hillocks. Swiftly drawing breath between clenched teeth, his hands began to shake as he attempted to hold them although they needed no support. They overflowed his large hands, hands that convulsively hefted and held, caressed and clutched, kneaded and nippled until he swiftly enfolded her right nipple in his hot sensuous mouth. Aunt Rosa moaned aloud as his hot sucking mouth pulled and suctioned her sensitive crest and provoked a spending of her feminine juices to soak the back of her night rail. He savagely bit down and worried the nipple until it stood proud above her alabaster breast. Then he attacked the other one as if he had not seen a breast before in his life. His left hand maintained an assault upon the abandoned nipple and her juices now ran freely.

Finally, Lord Millhaven hauled his face away from her glorious breasts and noted the flushed countenance of his Aunt and knew he had brought on a crisis or two for her. Her eyes were dulled with lust and her body was shivering as if in extreme cold. "My darling Aunt, you have deprived the world of the most magnificent breasts I have ever had the privilege of seeing and handling. If my eyes were struck from me this minute, I would die happy knowing I have seen none better." 

Tony raised her slowly to her feet and stood her back a little from him. His prick was ramrod stiff and aching within his gown. He gently pushed her hands to her side and this allowed the weight of the thin gown to slowly descend past her nipped in waist, over her charmingly lush hips to finally slither to the puddle on the floor. He hot eyes followed it down taking in her gently rounded belly, her full bush of dark hair matted with the viscous evidence of her arousal, her beautifully formed thighs, her dimpled knees and shapely calves. She was sex personified and she now stood meekly before him smelling or roses and female arousal ready to be mounted and mated with her master. Rosa's eyes widened as Tony stood and slipped his robe de chambre from his broad shoulders. She gasped as first his well formed and muscled shoulders were bared as the robe descended slowly to the floor. His rippling torso tapered to a narrow waist and hips, snagged slightly on his massive erection before dropping to lie at his feet. The action of the robe descending had pulled his iron hard cock to almost parallel before it was freed to snap back to the vertical with a wet slapping noise as it hit his heavily delineated stomach muscles. 

Rosa had never seen such a sexual animal. She was no virgin but her few dalliances had left her far from satisfied. She peered at his handsome face, his dark smouldering eyes and full sultry lips. Her pussy clenched and she felt a trail of gooey girl slime slip down her trembling thighs. She saw the beginnings of a smile as her eyes dropped to the magnificent penis that reared up from his groin, the proud curve of the staff crowned with a pronounced tube from whence the life giving semen would flow. The broad helmeted head glistened in the candle light as evidence of his desire for her. Her senses were assaulted with the heady smell of bodies on heat and instinctively recognised it as her own arousal. She was ready to fuck and be fucked, immediately if not sooner.

Falling to her knees, Rosa reverently grasped the upright semen injector of her now acknowledged master and stretched out her pink tongue to gently lick the juice from its angry red head. She lowered her lush red lips and sucked and was rewarded with a taste of pre-seminal fluid that bubbled for the large slit atop his helmet. Suddenly, strong hands pulled her up from her knees.

"Enough, woman, or I'll spend down your throat. We will save that pleasure for another time! Now is the time to plunder your depths for I cannot wait a moment longer." He sat and pulled her on to his lap ensuring her knees were either side of his hips. Holding his prick at the appropriate angle, he notched it within the pouting lips of his panting Aunt. 

"It is too big; it will not go, my lord. But do not hesitate, darling Tony, give me your staff of life that I have awaited for so long." Rosa took a deep breath and clutching his shoulders, pushed herself down on to his hot cock in a long and deep penetration until she felt it lodge against her womb. She had done it! She had taken it all and he was where no other had been before. She fairly swooned but was saved from fainting completely by the hard nipping of his teeth on one of her nipples. The sudden pain together with the overwhelming sense of fullness from his prick brought upon her climax that was followed by a series of after shocks that wrung gasps and moans from her.

Lord Millhaven saw the evidence in the sudden reddening of her upper chest, the lolling of her tongue from her luscious lips and the rhythmic animal ripples of her hot cunt upon his bursting cock. Despite his earlier exertions, he forced himself to remain in control of his need to unload his excitement within her depths. With her body trembling like a leaf and her magnificent breasts with their glorious peaks shuddering against his face, he endured until he could stand. Her legs flew around him to join at the small of his back, her arms wrapped around his neck and her cunt viciously clamped onto his cock. Having experienced the most voluptuous thrill of her life, she was not about to let him loose until she had wrung a tribute from him.

Despite her bounteous form, she weighed nothing and Tony strode to the chaise with her clinging like a limpet. With his great strength, he gently prised her from him to stand before him. He turned her around and pushed her down until she was on her knees on the chaise, her hands holding the back. She looked back over her shoulder at him and took note of the bestial looking cock that was advancing toward her alabaster buttocks.

"Dear Rosa, I will fuck you like the stallion and the mare until you scream with pleasure. You will always be mine and mine alone." She felt the hot head of his cock at her leaking entrance and whinnied out loud as he pushed it balls deep within her hot trembling fundament. Reaching around to gather up her dangling breasts, he began the age old motions of procreation fucking into her with gathering speed. Faster and faster he fucked her ignoring her juices that splattered his swinging balls. Brutally he tugged and pulled her sensitive nipples instinctively knowing that she was yet to experience her major climax. Tony sensed she was near and so was he. One hand held her round her waist and the other found her engorged clitoris. One squeeze was all that was needed as she wailed aloud and clamped down on his pistoning penis. That did it. He felt the rush of his semen clear up his cock to fountain his joy deep within her and then heard her wail again as she felt the hot spunk injected into her womb. He held her to him as the remains of his lust dribbled out of him glorying in the moans and whimpers of his new mare knowing that he had branded her as surely as if with a hot iron.

"My lord, oh my lord," she moaned over and over. "Surely you will not abandon me? My lord???" she whimpered as she rested her head on hands. She had felt his cock beginning to deflate and as she wriggled her bottom it began to re-engorge.

"My dear Aunt Rosa, rest assured, you and I are far from done," Lord Millhaven growled as he ran his fingernails up the insides of her trembling thighs.