It was a warm summers day in the gardens of Denby Castle and Lady Gwyneth was strolling the grounds with her personal maid, Jude. HerLord Denby, her husband of 18 years, was about to travel up to London on business which would likely take him over a week.
A pair of geldings were being harnessed to his carriage by a small youthful groomsman named Warren. Lady Gwyneth followed the young man as she walked the gravel paths. His blond hair shone in the sun giving him the aura of a christian saint. He had a small figure but well apportioned, pretty but not feminine. She noticed his slim calves but strong thighs topped by muscular buttocks. God surely had a hand in his creation.
Lord Denby was a score years older than Lady Gwyneth, and even in his day had not been as handsome as this specimen. The air was fragrant with the scent of roses and the air hummed with busy insects. Her mind drifted to her sensual wants. Her appetite for sexual discovery had not been satisfied ever, though she had heard of many indulgences told to her by her cousins.
Gazing on this purse sized Adonis she undressed him in her mind, and could almost feel his smooth skin against hers. The image warmed her loins somewhat and made her walk more pleasurable.
“Who is that boy handling those horses, I’ve never seen him before.”
“Oh him, that’s Warren the new stable boy, he came over from Gilford last week after the old one took sick.” Replied Jude
“Have you spoken to him?”
“Oh yes milady, he’s a cheeky thing but very popular with the servants, too popular for his own good you might say.”
Lady Gwyneth pondered the implications of this statement and considered his qualities further.
That Evening
Once the corridors were quiet and the servants shuffled off to their quarters Lady Gwyneth was all alone to wander as she pleased. At 36 she was still barren of children but it was unclear whose fault that was. His Lordship would take her in her chamber once a month, but most of his desires were taken care of on his visits to London, leaving his lady to satisfy herself by her own hand and imagination.
His love making was fast and rough, generally taking her from behind and not always in her love tunnel, but would occasionally resort to entering her the sailor’s way. Once he had deposited his seed he would wipe himself on her night wear then retreat to his own rooms. In these short sessions her mind would travel to far off placed she had read about, and she would try to imaging some strong lustful rogue ravishing her. Only in reality, her husband’s passion would not last long enough to get far into her fantasy, and her only relief was by the use of her fingers, or a long thick candle, which she had rounded at one end. This could reach deep inside, and with a quantity of seed would allow the candle to stretch and slide in easily. Ramming this with vigour, and with no ears to witness, most evenings would find Lady Gwyneth cursing and moaning loudly as she writhed in her bed chamber.
One secret she had held to herself was that in the garret of the castle you could walk to the other side of the structure where the servants were accommodated. A lithe and lime wall separated the loft from a single room, in this room the old stable boy had lived. In her lonely moment she sometimes silently crept to this wall and through a narrow crack could watch him make ready for bed. This night she mounted the steep stairs into the garret. Shielding her candle she made her way to the crack in the paster partition. Snuffing out the flame she peered through the opening.
The Scene
The youth was the new stableboy standing at his wash basin naked, his back turn to her. Using a wet rag and soap he anointed all his body. Then finally taking his member in his hand washed that.
His back looked strong and the muscles in his behind clearly defined. Lady Gwyneth gasped as he turned to face her, the shock making her hand instinctively grasp at her own mound. Despite his diminutive figure his cock was long and thick, but not as yet hard. As he walked to his bed his youthful urges made him grip his length and start to work it up into a whores dream. The skin at the end would pull back as he stroked to reveal a threatening purple end.
By the time he lay on his mattress it had grown into a cucumber sized weapon which he was gleefully working with a passion.
Lady Gwyneth lifted the front of her dress and petticoats and undid the tie to her undergarment. Inserting her fingers into her cleft she glided them over her clitoris. Round and round her fingers rolled, sometimes dipping deeper into her soaking tunnel. As the stableboy went more urgently so did she.
The there was a knock at his door, not a knock that disturbed his rhythm. A face of one of the maids appeared around his door. With a large grin, the face entered wearing just a old coat. Seeing her pray on his bed length in his fist, she shed the coat and jumped quickly up next to him, studying closely what he was doing. Lady Gwyneth was so jealous that she could not do the same.
The Encounter.
The young lovers held each other briefly whilst kissing passionately. Then the harlot opened her legs and started exercising her clit for him to watch. Buried in her hairy quim was her wet labia.
“Fuck me Warren, I’ll take it all this time I promise, I wasn’t ready for it last time!”
Warren’s cock was raging, but he first gently held her legs apart and slowly going down he inhaled the musk of her ripe sex. Placing his mouth over the girls opening, then feeding from it, never before had Lady Gwyneth experienced such a thing. The boy was obviously thirsty as he ate and drank from her love well for some time. Raising himself up between her thighs she held his bulbus end to her gaping love hole. The girl had been thinking of this moment all day and now she was eager to get relief. Her pussy was new and tight, it took him to thrust with full force to get it even a few inches in, but his oral assault had worked enough juice to allow it to stretch and slide all the way up the girl. She gasped and swore.
“Oh fuck, don’t stop, fuck me.”
Lady Gwyneth’s heart was racing, her brow sweating. The flow from her fondled hole drooled down her thighs as she approached her climax. Her fingers stank of cunt which she fed into her mouth at intervals then returned their work.
The wanton minx gave little squeals with each thrust, and he grunting with his own effort. The boy fucked hard as he leant forward and sucked her nipples in turn. Eventually her thighs gripped him tightly and held him deep in her, his cock pumping streams of semen into her welcoming cunt.
Lady Gwyneth bit her bottom lip as her orgasm ripped through her. Her knees shook and her clit burned. Oh my God she thought, I’ve never had anything like that.
Warren withdrew and his cock released his flood. Walking back to his basin he wiped the glistening cum off his still swollen length.
“Tomorrow I want you to take me with your mouth Lizzy. I want to see my cream spilling from your lips and over your breasts.”