Lady Penelope Ward-Williamson was born and raised to do nothing. A perfect example of a spoilt female born into the upper classes of the UK. She had gone down the usual path since birth. Educated in an all-girls school and then at finishing school. After a couple of years on the social circuit of parties, balls, and various horse racing meetings, the teenage Lady Penelope had settled down into a well-placed marriage, with a beautiful mansion to live in, wealth, travel, and children.

Marital bliss faded as her spouse, twenty years her senior, lost interest in affairs in the bedroom and left his sexually insatiable wife to search elsewhere for satisfaction. This led to the occasional love affair, but it wasn't until Sir Hugh passed, that Penny felt unleashed and free. As she turned fifty, the still-attractive blonde honey was in dire need of excitement and gratification.

She'd read that women in their fifties often came into their sexual prime during those years, and as each day went by without a hard cock in her hungry mouth or yearning pussy, she totally got it. From now on, she vowed, her life was going to be so much more enjoyable. She was determined to lead an active and varied sex life.

x

Her Ladyship had decided to throw a massive costume party at her mansion in Surrey. A big get-together to celebrate the six-month anniversary of the end of the Covid-19 lockdowns. So much time had been lost on the social circuit that many needed some form of celebration to make up for lost time. And what better than to play dress up and let one's hair down?

With the help of all her staff, the renowned gentlewoman planned the party to the finest detail. She attended to the things that needed to be done, canceled other appointments that could be deferred, and got her nose to the grindstone.

This came with some problems and other details that required thought and money to surpass. It was these moments that Her Ladyship despised as it led to her getting a headache. Usually, alcohol relieved the tension, but it was a well-known fact that the drink went straight to her head. It was also no secret that the esteemed peeress had a high libido. Thinking about sex diverted her mind from the dreariness of life, and for the most part, she went about her day fantasising about who, where, and when, she might get laid. And right now, she had the perfect partner at hand.

"MacCavity? Would you be a dear and draw me a bath? There's a good chap."

"At once, M' Lady."

The twenty-year-old latest addition to her household staff had proven to be most worthy of his position. He was dedicated, trustworthy, agreeable in every way, and knew how to please a lady in bed.

x

Two hours later, Lady Penelope padded naked across the thick fur rug into her high-ceilinged bedroom from the adjoining en-suite bathroom. She sat on the edge of the Regency bed that dominated the room. Steam still leaked out, as Phil MacCavity stepped inside the room.

Penny faced him with her head tilted back, her fingers running through her long wet hair. He nodded as she thrust her chest out and he felt himself swelling at the sight of the droplets of water running over her perfect breasts, down her stomach, and onto her gently rounded stomach. Even at the age of fifty-one, Penelope had supple mature skin that was smooth and for the most part unblemished. She'd chosen a brilliant red nail polish that looked teasingly sexy and enticing.

She had just the slightest hint of added weight across the line of her belly. Her navel was deeper but perfectly formed, and her waist was still narrow. Her stupendous breasts spread out over her ribcage in two creamy pillows of flesh. Each mound quivered as she breathed
and idly stroked her throat. The late afternoon sun filtered through the huge windows that provided a magnificent view of the grounds and rolling countryside that stretched for miles. She glanced up at the north wall which was draped in a tapestry that displayed a historical naval battle of 1805, in which her late husband's ancestors took part.

"Be a good man and strip off."

The curvy blonde aristocrat then focused on her new footman. She used the palms of her hands to brush the bed linen which was of the finest woven raw silk. Leaning against the headboard made of English oak, she smoothed back her loose fair tresses.

"Aye, My Lady."

"There's a good fellow."

"Aye, Madam," he answered in his soft Scottish burr.

"Excellent. I do so love to see a man's erection spring out of his pants. Quite thrilling."

He removed his shirt and trousers and draped them neatly over a chair and turned to face her once again. His superb cock jutted out of his groin at a jaunty angle.

"Good boy! So dutiful and attentive! I feel frightfully stressed. And I am in dire need of a good, hard shag. Planning events can be such a chore."

Penny smiled and ran her tongue across her lips, relishing what was to come. She stood to her full five-ten height and put her hands on her hips. MacCavity gripped his boner. Since he had joined her household, they had made love no less than ten times. And each time the sex had been almost animalistic in her desire to get laid.

Having moved into the mansion, he had initially been overwhelmed by the opulent furniture, furnishings, and artwork all around. Following the prim and proper training by Her Ladyship's dignified butler, he had soon discovered his additional duties, That of being the blur-blooded woman's toy boy.

"You like?" she asked, knowing full well his answer as she thrust out her 34 DD bosom.

"Very much so, My Lady."

"Come here."

Phil grasped her by the hands and pulled her to his hairless chest. He closed his eyes as he felt her huge breasts crush against him. Her left thigh insinuated itself between his legs, and he reciprocated by lashing her rounded buttocks with both hands.

"You are remarkedly beautiful," he gasped, his eyes taking in her enticing nakedness.

"Thank you, dear boy. Not too bad for someone more than twice your age."

Time had done surprisingly little damage to her curvy body although, of course, things weren't quite as tight as they'd been all those years ago. She'd added one or two pounds over the years, but she wasn't too worried as most of that added weight had ended up either on her backside or on her full creamy thighs. That little bit of weight merely made her look more sexy and voluptuous.

"Are you ready?"

She asked as her fingers wrapped around his rigid cock.

"I think I know the answer."

They kissed. It was a deep kiss that lasted a full minute. Their hands wandered over each other as he massaged and squeezed her behind, then moved up the small of her back to stroke her hair. His erect dick pressed hard against her stomach, and her loins tingled as their kisses became more passionate.

He broke the kiss she arched her back to present herself to him and cupped his head as he kissed down her chest. Nor for the first time, he marveled at how full and large her boobs were. Ever so soft, yet a sheer handful.

She moaned appreciatively as his tongue flicked out to lick and tease her nipples. His hands smoothed out the twin hillocks of her heaving rack as he gently plucked the nipples into even greater stiffness. His hands eventually moved between her legs, and she parted her legs as he cupped her mound. Penny shivered as he ran his middle finger between her moist labia, sending waves of pleasure through her loins.

"Wonderful!"

She kissed him hard on the mouth, then ran her wet lips down the full length of his body, dropping to her knees before him. Her tongue took long across his abdomen, sinking to his groin. She licked along the soft crease where his leg met his torso bathing the area with warm and viscous saliva.

"Mmm!"

He gasped as the ravenous blonde took him into her mouth. Her tongue lapped at the crown, teasing him with just the tip. His body tensed, his legs trembled, and she sucked harder, slobbering loudly on his helmet. Penny could feel the heated shaft throbbing as she licked and sucked at his hard cock.

With her lips pressed against the cock head, she then stretched then slid over the pronounced ridge. His crown popped into her mouth and he hissed through gritted teeth as she sent delightful vibrations through him as she hummed on his boner.

"Oh, My Lady!"

Penny drove onto his cock and slid her lips back as she sucked in half of his length. She hollowed her cheeks and let out a gob full of saliva run out of her mouth and down his pulsing shaft as she methodically bobbed her head. He watched in awe as she then swallowed him inch by inch, right down to the root. She held him inside for a full ten seconds and his bell end lodged at the back of her hot throat. She heard his ragged breath and eased up, letting his drenched dick slide out in one, slow motion.

"You give the most amazing blow jobs, Milady."

"My specialty, dear boy. Come on."

Phil stretched out on the bed, and the curvy beauty slipped a leg over his and then straddled him, her smooth thighs gripping his. She snapped her head back as her muff met his rigid length. He looked up as her soft undulating body snaked up and down his masculine form. He reached up and ran his hands over her thighs and the feminine swell of her buttocks.

Enjoying his touch, Penny spread her legs wider and he placed his stiff rod to her opening, running the tip up and down her wet folds. With a subtle twist of her hips, Her Ladyship sank down onto him, and they both groaned in unison. With her hands face down on his belly, the blonde vixen began moving her hips in small circles, grinding herself against him as she drove further into his lap.

"Yes, that's nice."

She lifted up and balanced on her feet, sitting vertically on his pole. With assured and steady thrusting up and down, the controlling blonde fucked the fellow at her own pace. The slickness of her cunt meant that his pulsating dick glided in and out of her effortlessly. He became hypnotised by her bouncing boobs as they danced on her chest in some lewd display. Her belly sucked in and out as his prick was consumed by her cock hungry cunt. Her puffy outer folds spread out around his thick girth as he sank up inside her.

"Ulp!"

With the earnest eagerness of youth, the young and virile Scot rolled them, so that he was now on top of her. He used his entire length to slide into her, grinding against her lower body as his backside rose and fell steadily. The frustration and headache Lady Penelope had earlier melted away as her toy boy pounded her with long deep strokes. Her fingers clawed at his back, digging into the bunched muscles of his bottom, gripping and squeezing the clenching cheeks to encourage him to ravage her harder.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she whispered nonsense in his ear, her senses befuddled by the familiar build of her impending climax. She came with a shriek as he continued to thrust into her, rubbing himself hard against her clitoris. His back arched as she bathed his dick with her cum, and she buried her face in his shoulder. They clung to each other, panting and twitching and then he started to piston in and out again, both reluctant to cease the royal rut.

"Goodness!"

Phil bent his head and smothered her left breast with his mouth. Her nipple hardened at his teeth tweaked and rolled the sensitive button. She moaned as his tongue slithered over her heavy globe of flesh as her own hands caressed his solid chest. She whispered in his ear once more.

"Cum in me."

Her educated accent, her demand, so innocently uttered with a hint of unblushing wantonness, tipped him over the edge. His hips bucked forward as he pushed himself into her as deep as possible. He ejaculated, flooding her with his seed. Penny hugged him to her squirming body as he pumped his cum inside he until it seeped out and ran down the crack of her ass. He held her in his arms as he came down from his orgasm, and he kissed her ears and neck until he wilted. She nestled against him for several moments and then pushed him aside.

"Splendid! That washed away the cobwebs. Off you go now, there's a good chap. I need a siesta before dinner."

x

The lavish estate of Lady Penelope had undergone some rebuilding in recent weeks and had been fitted with a range of lavish amenities, including a spa complex that has two treatment rooms, a sauna, a steam room, and a pool.

The main room of Williamson Manor was fairly packed for the costumed event. To her credit, the palatial room had become a grandiose riot of colour, opulence, and ritzy sensation. Smartly attired waiters served the guests, who mingled, danced, and drank together to the music of Bach's Brandenburg Concerto Number Three in G Major.

Everybody had gone to the effort of dressing up in varied costumes. For most, this was an opportunity to display their wealth and style with lavish and flamboyant designs that singled them out from across the crowded room. It spoke volumes for the wealthy and affluent that so many had gone that little extra distance to really stand out.

Lady Penelope stood just inside the main entrance to welcome her guests. She looked ravishing in her provocative two-piece Egyptian Goddess costume. The alluring image of Cleopatra was brought to life in a striped cut-out dress, ornate jeweled collar, and pleated panel satin skirt that barely covered the essentials.

Shimmering gold snakeskin straps twisted up her calves and sported an open-toe look. Her beaded headpiece was also gold and highlighted her fair tresses. The Intricate sequin and bead detailing created a look fit for the Queen of Egypt. She had desired something completely unladylike and had chosen well.

"You look divine, my dear."

Said Baroness Priya Anjali who arrived with her youthful date in tow. Priya and Penny went back years and had remained close friends since their teenage years. Their children were grown up now and had left home, leaving the ladies alone and man-hungry. The last time these two had gotten, they had hired five well-hung male escorts to take turns fucking the pair of them, much to Penny's pleasure. (See chapter 5)

"You too."

The Indian-born MILF wore a racy Hindu Princess costume that consisted of an off-the-shoulder wrap-around crop top with gold applique detailing and statement jewels. Her harem-type pants had a split leg with attached gold leg garters. Her black hair was center parted and she wore a rhinestone headdress with a single pearl frontlet.

The square-jawed hunk on her arm demanded attention with his impressive black and gold fake armour worn over a blood-red tunic. The piece covered the front of the tunic and came with a draping black cape attached to the back.

"This is Sebastian. I don't think you've met."

Penny eyed him up and admired his well-toned physique and good looks.

"No. I would have remembered."

"Charmed, My Lady," he said in a rich voice.

"The feeling is mutual," she answered, taking his hand in hers. "Whatever happened to Michael Haversham?" (See chapter 3)

"Oh, him. He only went and got himself married. Silly goose. Still, plenty more where he came from."

She grinned and squeezed Sebastian's thigh. At only five feet five, Priya had aged pretty well, still blessed with a beautiful olive-toned complexion, and had a curvy little body with plump buttocks and a mall waist. She had a fairly flat belly still and her breasts were full and rounded.

"Where's your new Scottish treasure?"

"Oh, around."

Older women and younger men. A story is as old as time itself. The mature and sex-hungry female lusting after youthful male flesh. Seeking that assured sexual performance that only the fresh-faced can provide. And Lady Penelope and the Baroness got what they desired, and always wanted more. They craved the endless stamina and endurance of the virile young bulls they took into their beds. Both had acquired new toy boys but that would not deter them from looking elsewhere for extra fun. These women loved the feel of young flesh pressed into theirs. Yearned for hard cocks thrusting into their mature bodies time and time again until they collapsed in total satisfaction.

Penny led her dearest friend across the crowded room. Stopping only to receive a flute of rose champagne. At one side of the room, small tables and chairs had been set up, with plentiful drinks and hors d'oeuvres. On the dance floor were couples in costume. Cowboy and Indian, Cop and robber. Tarzan and Jane. Her Ladyship herself was immediately surrounded by a flock of young men, eagerly begging her for the next dance. She smiled happily at all of them.

"In time. In time." she fended them off with a wave of her hand. "Reminds me of the old days when I was a debutante. I was holding them off with a cow prod."

"Yes. And then came Sir Hugh."

"Dear Hugh." Penny sighed wistfully.

"I don't think we have been introduced yet, My Lady."

Penny looked up to see a handsome chap in a Cowboy costume, shirtless, with just a brown suede waistcoat with a frill detailing around the shoulders for an authentic appearance. A pair of brown suede chaps with frill edging ran down each long shank. They were worn over a tight pair of black jeans, the crotch of which left nothing to the imagination. On top of a shock of curly fair hair, he had a good quality leather stitched Western Hat crafted from soft suede with black leather trim. This look was finished with a red and white patterned bandana worn around the neck.

"Penelope, dah-ling. So let me introduce His Lordship, Lord Frederick Wellesley. the second son of Charles Wellesley, 9th Duke of Wellington, and Princess Antonia of Prussia."

Penny looked at the fellow with the open waistcoat and gazed at his muscular chest. He was a tall, well-built man with broad shoulders and the chiseled thighs of a horse rider. He was a little older than the other man with Priya, perhaps nearer to thirty than twenty.

"Pleased to meet you. I hope you enjoy the party."

They held hands, and the blue-eyed hunk gripped hers a little longer than protocol called for. Her pale skin had felt so soft when he touched her, and her risqué costume accentuated a womanly fullness. Wide hips and a vast bosom were impossible to ignore.

"I have a feeling I shall. Care to dance?"

"Certainly."

The Wellesley family has many titles, in the United Kingdom, Belgium, the Netherlands, Spain, and formerly Portugal. They are the descendants of Arthur Wellesley, commander-in-chief of the British army, who defeated Napoleon at Waterloo in 1815. For his many victories, he obtained many titles, including the evocative Duke of Wellington. Thanks to this victorious ancestor, his descendants enjoy multiple titles of nobility but also land in Belgium, which is sometimes controversial. Indeed, the Duke of Wellington is also Prince of Waterloo and is the only noble in Belgium to own land received as an appanage.

"So, you're a Wellesley. What a proud family."

They hit the floor to the music of the Emperor's Waltz by Strauss. He traced a hand over the naked skin of her shoulder, then ran his fingers down her arm and reached for her hand. They swayed with each other and Penny welcomed his hard body next to hers. Fred held her so that her generous-sized breasts were nestled against his bare front, creating a frisson of excitement between the pair of them.

"I would have thought you would have come as Wellington."

"Too obvious. I'm Jesse James. The Cowboys are more interesting. Don't you agree?"

His warm breath blew on her neck, sending chills across her half-uncovered body. This particularly fake herder was interesting, thought she. How she would dearly love to saddle up in his lap.

"Are you armed and dangerous?" Penny's hand sneaked between their moving bodies to his groin. "Because I think you're concealing a six-shooter."

He swore when her slender fingers grabbed at what appeared to be a generous package. He winced slightly and turned his hips sharply to the left.

"Ha! Maybe I do. I've heard all about you, Lady Penelope."

"Really? Do tell."

His left hand snaked inside the front of her clinging dress and he stroked the top half of her right breast.

"That you're a man-eater. And you like them ripe."

Her eyes closed as she felt a tingle in her loins. She hugged him tightly and the package in his jeans seemed bigger. His hands covered her bottom and he pulled her against an erection he could no longer hide. He felt huge. Penny gripped his shoulders for support and pushed her body to his.

"I do like the taste of a younger man." she purred and nibbled the lobe of his ear under his hat. "Do you like older women?"

His hand returned to her breast, which rose and fell with her rapid breathing. His body shielded her from most of the guests who danced beside them. The hot tingle had spread further through her and ignited her ardour.

Heavens! She wanted him so badly! Even if it was just a hot, fast fuck.
He brushed an errant lock of hair from her cheek, then let his fingers trail lightly down the side of her face. They continued to dance until the music ended.

"I like ALL women. Thank you for the dance. Adios, pardner."

He smiled and withdrew, leaving her with an itch that needed scratching. She drew a deep breath as the Lord Frederick Wellesley gave her a lingering look from beneath the brim of his cowboy hat. By God! She had to have him! She just stood, trembling, while her eyes watched him stroll off outside in the direction of her herb garden. Costumed guests shifted past the intrigued blonde beauty as she followed his broad-shouldered back with her eyes as he moved through the throng.

"My Lady."

Phil MacCavity sprang out and barred her way, wearing a tartan pleated kilt with sewn-on sash and sporran. He was bare-chested and wore a Tam O'Shanter hat with a tartan crown, velvet band, and white feather. Any other time she would have eaten the young man alive, but her only thoughts were for Jesse James.

"Not now, my good man. Later. Much later."

Her Ladyship was proud of her garden, her very own design. The box-hedging and clay pavers were laid on edge in a herringbone design for a traditional look and feel. The clay pavers added character, having a hand-made and aged look. The rose support added height, structure, and year-round interest, and the rusted patina blended well with the clay pavers. Besides the traditional herbs of lavender, rosemary, sage, thyme, and marjoram, were unusual and exotic specimens including a loquat tree, black bamboos, and bog garden plants.

These were at the rear, the front and back linked on one side by a narrow bark path squeezed between luxuriant plantings. It was here that the sexy cowboy stood waiting. He had removed his waistcoat to expose his lightly-haired chest and broad shoulders. He stood laconically, leaning on an apricot-coloured low wall, sipping a glass of white wine. He stood tall when he saw the seductive vision of Lady Penelope in her Cleopatra costume heading directly toward him. Her ruby-red lips parted in a smile as he moved towards her.

"My Lady, I..."

The outside lights illuminated his masculine form in an almost ethereal manner. Without a doubt, the aristocratic hunkman was an example of pure male perfection. She felt her cheeks glow. Indeed, her whole body warmed.

"No words. Just kiss me."

They embraced in the warmth of the late evening, and his hands ran up the smooth skin of her back. Their mouths met, and their tongues danced with each other as they French kissed. He drew the cut-out front of her Egyptian dress back and he held her massive breasts in each hand, squeezing the expanse of tit flesh. Penny responded by moaning into his ear and grinding her hips against him.

He broke the kiss and looked closer at her boobs, drinking in those spectacular pale orbs. He teased her nipples, and the half-naked blonde goddess gasped as she felt the nighttime air on her skin. As he rolled her hard nubs between his fingers, she moaned louder, biting her lip and undulating her body as the fire of her arousal heated her muff.

"Take me. Right here. Right now."

His hands moved from her heaving bust and rested on her hips. A hot pulse quivered through her, as he lifted the front panel of her satin skirt and found her to be bereft of any type of underwear. Her golden pubed pussy mound was revealed to him, moistened and puffy in the twilight. His hand sawed in and out of the apex of her thighs, brushing her wet gash. She went on tiptoe when his middle digit slipped within the folds of her slick cunt and gently massaged her.

"Mmm, hmm!"

Her Ladyship sucked in air as he frigged her rapidly, and her pussy clenched his finger convulsively. She whimpered softly as her juices dripped onto the palm of his hand. Her mouth gaped as he drove her to the edge of her climax, teased and denied as he purposefully stroked her clit with the minimum contact. She buried her face in his shoulder, and her hot breath caressed his bare chest.

"Your...cock. Let me see...your cock."

She looked into his eyes, hooded under the brim of his cowboy hat, and stepped back. Without a word, he freed his prick from his jeans, and it jutted out dead center from his suede chaps. Lady Penelope's gaze was riveted on his erection. He was large. A good eight inches of white column poked straight up, thick and stiff, with a purple-hued crown that showed a blob of precum.

They stared at each other with a hot intensity. Suddenly he pulled her hand to the front of his pants and pressed his erection hard against her palm. His jaw tightened as Penny stroked him slowly and deliberately up and down the thick length of him. His fist remained on hers as she curled her fingers around the stiff shaft.

"Oh!"

Penny was roughly spun around so that she faced away from the curly-haired Lord. He gathered up the white floor-length train at the back of her costume and kicked her legs apart. His eyes lingered on her rounded posterior and milky white legs. He especially liked her Cleo-type sandals with the straps that wound about her straining calves. As she leaned on the low wall she yelped as he thrust fully inside her from behind. She was so slick, he was able to push up to the hilt. Her twin moons were split by his rampant dick that now nestled deeply in her pussy.

"WHAT a cock!"

Balanced on her forearms, and with her train up over her back, Penny welcomed his dick inside her aching quim. He instantly gave her deep strokes of his cock, quickly picking up the pace, as he fucked the quivering noblewoman with powerful plunges. The angle of which made her shunt forward over the top of the wall. Her jugs bounced as they moved together. He held her with both hands on her hips and drew himself in and out so that on the backstroke he was almost out of her. Penny turned her head at this and wiggled her bottom against him, trying to draw him back in.

"Fuck me harder, you devil!

She was rocked back and forth. His solid length of embedded inside her. His taut thighs met the backs of hers as he shagged the groaning buxom blonde harder and faster. As her nighttime lover bent low over her back, he pawed at her boobs that swung beneath her. They paused momentarily as one of the guests emerged for a quick smoke.

Lady Penelope felt a spasm in her muff. Being exposed in the open sent an exhilarating thrill through her. She imagined what they must look like to someone walking and seeing her with her dress pulled up and her bared bum glistening and her pussy being royally stuffed by a half-naked cowboy.

"He's gone."

Once the chap had gone back inside, the ravenous pair resumed the anonymous rut. Because of the way she was standing, the entrance of his generous length made for an incredibly tight fuck. He suddenly pushed up and held himself inside her, so that she was fully was impaled on him. Filled. Stretched to the full. Her toes barely touched the floor as she was held in place by the unrelenting pressure of his cock. The fake cowboy worried his groin into the soft pillows of her soft rump. Then, he surged upward hard, and Penny moaned as she was lifted against the wall. The throbbing pulse between her legs brought her to orgasm, and she gasped as her cum bathed his throbbing dick.

"God! I'm coming! You're making me cum! Wonderful, dah-ling!"

He stood in front of her and turned her to face him. He slid his hands forward and rested them on her hips, then he lifted her left leg effortlessly, holding it up by hooking his elbow under her knee. His hot cock drove back up into her and her wide eyes studied his, which were screwed up under his hat a la Clint Eastwood. He held her leg out wide and rammed up into her as she placed her hands on the wall behind her for purchase. Her Ladyship let out a groan as he slid her up and down on his pole. The fingertips of his right hand nestled inside the cleft of her greasy buttocks, and he grinned as he probed inside her anus.

"Naughty, naughty!"

The backs of her calves and ankles were taut and sculpted as his cock pounded into her like a piledriver. His darkened eyes under the hat burned down on her as he slapped her jiggling breasts. Penny loved each throbbing stroke of the shaft driving into her and her head rose and dropped as he drilled in deeper and deeper. He let her legs glide down his arms and she took the opportunity to wrap them around his waist. Her left hand stroked his belly when his erection swelled in her pussy and his body went rigid.

"Cum in my mouth!"

The fellow grunted loudly and unleashed the first thick rope of cum just as the blonde beauty got to her knees in front of him. Her mouth opened and filled rapidly as a second and third blast followed. He ejaculated an incredible load of thick semen which she eagerly swallowed, letting the warm viscous fluid slide down her throat.

"Mmmm," she mewed like a kitten as she held his engorged shaft throb and pulse in her fingers. Her mouth overflowed with his milky seed as he continued to unload onto her waiting tongue.

"What a lot! You're like a hosepipe."

Lady Penelope pulled back a little and was surprised to see Baroness Priya not too far away in the shadows, hunched over Sebastian's shaft, and riding him cowgirl style. Penny and Cowboy were both enthralled at the sight of the mature Indian fucking the shit out of her toy boy.

"What a little minx, Frederick." Penny chuckled as she rearranged her costume.

"Frederick?" said he, slightly confused. "Sorry, this happens all the time. I'm Arthur, Fred's younger brother. We do look alike, and we did come as Frank and Jesse James."

He zipped up his fly and waved goodbye.

"I thought...you...but?"

Even though Her Ladyship had been fucked silly, she felt a pang of disappointment at seducing the wrong outlaw. The party was still in full swing, and after a quick sloosh and make-up repair, she desperately looked around the packed room for the older Lord of Wellesley. She thought she saw a glimpse of a cowboy near the front entrance, but he hurriedly vanished. She stayed until the last guests left, and said her goodbyes to the Baroness and date.

x

Penelope stripped out of her Cleopatra costume as she entered her high-ceilinged bedroom. She stretched and contemplated taking a soak in the bath when she was startled by another's voice.

"Howdy pardner."

Lying on top of her Regency bed was Lord Frederick, grinning and resting on his back against the English oak headboard. Naked. His arms were crossed over his masculine chest, and his cock twitched at half-mast.

"Well, you're a cool one, aren't you? I didn't know you had a brother."

"It was a test. I sent him to see how debauched you are."

"And who said you and I were destined to fuck each other?"

"You seemed to be very keen on the dance floor. I presumed that I met with your approval."

"And? Do I meet your approval?"

Frederick spread his hands and his full erection nodded as if in answer.
Penny huffed, her blond hair tumbled loose around her face and she shooed it away behind her right ear. She stood at the foot of the bed, staring at him with those penetrating blue-grey eyes. A wry smile broke on his lips as he patted the silk sheets of the bed. He beckoned to her to join him, and she padded barefoot to his left side. She felt the familiar tightness in her stomach and loins as the sheer sexuality of the moment excited her. The sheer audacity of the man! In her bed, no less!

"Very much so, Milady. Very much so."

He thought the fifty-one-year-old to be the epitome of a MILF. Large breasts that led the eye to the slight curve of her stomach and wide, child-bearing hips. At the apex of her long pins say her golden bush, already slightly darkened due to the moisture of her arousal.

Penny pushed him back into the mattress and swung one leg over him to straddle his lap. She leaned forward and kissed him hard on the lips, showing him that it was she who was the controlling one. Her fingers dragged through his fair hair, and as he groaned into her mouth, he gripped her thighs that clamped against his. Her hips ground down into his groin, and her mound rubbed on his straining erection.

"My goodness! Who's a big boy then?"

Easing her body down his legs, Penny came nose to dick with his quivering stalk. Frederick gasped as he felt her hot breath on his groin. Her fair tresses fanned out on his belly as she salivated down his white column. Slender fingers wanked the skin of his shaft back and forth as she took his knob into her mouth to suck and slobber to her heart's content. Her left cheek bulged outward as his swollen dick threatened to bore a hole through it. Her joyous slathering sounds floated up to his ears as His Lordship watched spellbound. His thighs were lovingly stroked as her mouth devoured him completely. Penny finally came up for air and wiped her wet lips.

"Giddy up!" she laughed as Her Ladyship straddled the fellow again, lowering herself until her dampened muff pushed down his full length.

Her breath left her lungs in a heavy sigh, as she felt his dock tunneling into her. She began to ride her stallion like the lustful slut she strived to be. Her body arched forward as she quickened her pace to a gallop.

His eyes gawped at her big tits that bounced in his face. Penny rode him vigorously, then sat upright and rolled her hips slowly, sinking on him to his root. His hands grasped her hips roughly and he pushed up from the bed to impale her on his totem pole. After a couple more mare riding minutes, the curvy female extricated herself from his pole and laid down on her stomach.

"A full moon, I perceive," he mused as he looked down on her lovely pale nates with the dark valley between them.

His thumbs slipped inside her sopping slit and opened her wide so that he could lick her out. Lady Penelope oozed her gratitude as his tongue vanished up inside of her full-lipped folds. She thrust back at his face, grinding her backside on him as he drove in deeper, lapping at the moistened walls of her cunt.

"Delightful!"

He backed off and Penny braced herself as her lover slammed home with the force of a 45-caliber bullet fired from a gun. He began to pump in and out as he pulled the tall blonde up on all fours. The glamorous gentlewoman thrust back into him, moaning something in her plummy accent. She clutched a pillow to her bosom as she was rammed into forcefully from behind.

"Ooh! You beast!"

Frederick enthusiastically raised his hand and brought it down firmly, palm open, onto her right cheek. The resounding crack sounded worse than the actual spank. Her rump jiggled delightfully as a result.

"Yes! Spank my naughty bottom!"

The first smack was a tickle compared to the next two, which came down hard on each buttock in turn, leaving a pair of vivid red hand prints on her milky white flesh. He drove into her even faster, massaging her cheeks whilst stroking further inside her pussy. They panted hard, and both demanded relief from the furious rut.

"That was splendid," whispered Her Ladyship as she turned over to face him.

As she spoke, her legs fell open, displaying her well fucked pussy. Frederick laid on top of her, and the breathless socialite reached between them and fed his throbbing dick back inside her. He lunged in and paused. He looked down between her smooth, toned thighs, and observed his shining cock fully embedded in the wealthy MILF.

"Do excuse me."

Penny blushed as her pussy made obscene squishy sounds as he started to shunt in and out. Here she was, the usually well-mannered and correct Lady of the Manor, with her head thrown back, legs spread wide and up, and muttering all sorts of expletives. Her hips came off the bed as she climaxed on his burrowing cock, and she emitted loud cries and moans of pleasure. Her pussy muscles clenched, her legs quivered, and her boobs heaved as she was relieved of any sexual tension. His Lordship's balls tightened as he too exploded, releasing powerful spurts deep inside his mature lover. His lower body spasmed as Lady Penelope wrapped her legs around him, ensuring his cum fill her to the brim. He stayed inside her, still bent over her, as he nuzzled her throat and neck. Her legs eventually opened, and he pulled out his creamy-smeared shaft.

x

Lady Penelope awoke the next morning to the sound of the shower running and then her bedroom door closing. She swept an arm across the space in her bed and grinned. Hearing car doors clunk outside, she rose from the bed, still naked and radiant, and pulled back the drapes to peer out the window. She saw Arthur waiting by his powder Lotus Emira in a new suit.

A figure joined him. Frederick? And they got into the car together. They were right. They DID indeed look alike. Penny smiled to herself. Which had pleasured her the most? Hard to tell. Maybe a rematch was in order? Her eyes remained fixed on the Lotus as it left her gravel drive. Then she turned back to see young MacCavity enter.

"Draw you a bath, Milady?"

"Thank you, my man."

Her eyes lingered on his bum which was taut and firm beneath his uniform trousers. She cupped her mound and sighed. This might be a good moment to keep in practice she mused, as she followed her Scottish treasure into her bathroom.

END