Lady Penelope - The Amorous Milf

"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 though 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 at his tongue slithered over her heavy globe if 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 a range of lavish amenities, including a spa complex that has two treatment rooms, a sauna, steam room, and 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 admiring 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 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 costumer. 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." Said Priya wistfully.

"Dear Hugh." Sighed Penny, as she took a sip of bubbly.

"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 look waistcoat with a frill detailing around the shoulders for an authentic appearance. A pair of brown suede look 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 bared 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. 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 definitely 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, definitely." 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 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 herring-bone 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 hunk man 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's 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 bared 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 all the way to the hilt.

Her twin moons were split by his rampant dick that now nestled deeply on 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 forwards 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 back stroke 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.