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in the Law household. Sex was the farthest thing from her mind, until she saw eighteen-year-old Henry getting out of the bath.

“Master Henry, I promised you more than last night. Enthusiastically, much more enthusiastically than she’d ever been with her husband, Anne Winthrop took Henry’s already hard cock in her mouth.

Of course, Henry thought what Anne did last night was the greatest thing ever. That is until tonight. She only had a few inches in her mouth, but she could feel it getting harder and harder, and if it was possible even bigger.

She slid her lips up and down. She remembered that it never took her husband very long, and last night using her hand, it didn’t take very long.

Tonight, she was hoping that Master Henry would take a long time. Yes, she wanted to enjoy it, and she’d promised herself that she would enjoy the taste.

Perhaps she’d never given her husband a chance, but she thought that Henry Law tasted delicious. “Thank you, Master, you a most incredible young man.”

“Miss Anne, whenever you want to do that again, I’ll be happy to let you.”

She gave his cockhead a kiss, “I’ll be back tomorrow night.” Quickly she slipped her dress on and left.

For the next two weeks, every night she crawled into Henry’s bed, and every night she pleased him with her mouth. As reluctant as she’d been with her husband, she was just the opposite with Henry Law.

Two things happened. Although Anne enjoyed what she was doing and even looked forward to it, she wanted more. One night, she not only took off her dress but her undergarments, too. “Master Henry let me try this. She mounted his cock. She’d always been on her back with her husband but wasn’t sure Henry would know what to do. Not that she did.

Her sighs were audible as were his, when her warm, wet cunny surrounded his long, hard cock. Not her hand, not her mouth, her cunny. There was no pain when she slipped Henry’s jumbo cock inside her. Using her mouth was not the only way she pleased her husband. Anne had six children, all adults now.

Anne thought there must be something instinctual about fucking like this. She started to bounce and became noisier and noisier.

“Henry, do this.” She took his hands and placed them on her breasts. They were large and given her age and the children she’d nursed had significant sag to them.

For Henry, he could not believe how soft they felt, but most of his attention was on what Anne was doing to his cock. Bouncing, bouncing, bouncing. Her mouth, as good as it had been, was nothing like what Anne was doing now.

Anne could not believe her good fortune. A month later, she could not help but share what she knew with some of the other women in the Law Household. “So, that’s where you go at night. He must be worth it,” smiled Catherine, who was Henry Law’s mother’s personal maid.

Anne held her hands almost a foot apart and smiled.

Anne told Gertrude, her dear friend, who worked in the kitchen. “Anne, do you think he’d be interested in someone like me? And would you mind sharing?” Over the years, Gertrude, in her forties and never married, had sampled more of the things she made in the kitchen than she served. What I’m trying to say is that she was very heavy.

“I don’t mind. Gertie, there’s more than enough of that boy’s cock for you and me. Gertie, the way I do him is I get on top. . .”

“Oh, I couldn’t do that. I’d crush him.” Truthfully, she’d always been heavy, and she’d lost her virginity decades ago. She’d open her legs for anyone: the stable boys, the gardeners, Mr. Law’s valet, anyone.

When she went to Henry’s bedroom, “Master Henry, Anne thought you might like to try another woman.” Quickly she undressed, crawled into his bed, and found his cock. As always, Henry had been playing with it in anticipation of Anne’s mouth or cunny.

“Anne was right,” she whispered, “you’re not a boy anymore. Come on, get on top of me.” Gertrude actually rolled him on top of her and guided his cock inside. She smiled, “Oh Master Henry, oh Master Henry give it to me. Give me all your impressive manhood.”

Again, it must be natural. He started. In and out, in and out. “Faster, Henry, faster. Yes, oh yes. Gertrude’s cunny loves your cock.”

It wasn’t only Henry who was moving fast. Gertrude’s big ass, hips and legs were rocking the bed. She got louder and louder. “Give it to my cunny, Henry. Give my cunny your big cock.”

Gertrude and Anne could not help but tell their friends on nearby estates about the phenomenon that was young Henry Law.

Within a few weeks, at least among the household help in the region, Henry Law was well-known. Most women, who didn’t have an opportunity to sample his manhood thought it was just gossip and rumor. Among others, he was mythical.

It wasn’t his prowess; it was just that women with years of experience went out of their way to sample young Henry. They sampled him with their mouths and/or their cunnies.

A few months later and a few miles away at the Worthington Estate, two servant girls, Cecilia and Christina were chatting when their mistress, Countess Helen approached them. “What are you two gossiping about? Don’t you have work to do?”

“Can we tell her?” Christina asked her friend.

“I’m so embarrassed. Promise you won’t say anything.” Cecelia looked around and half whispered.

“You can trust me.” No, they couldn’t, but they didn’t know that.

“Ma’am, we heard that over on the Law Estate, young Master Henry ummmmm, Lady Helen, let me just say that your stallion, Old Sam, would be jealous of what Master Henry carries around in his trousers.”

“Really? And you know this how?”

“One of the maids over there has been in his bed and more than once from what we understand.”

Lady Helen Worthington was a grandmother. She didn’t like the idea. Being a grandmother that is. It was a sure sign that she was aging. It didn’t help that her husband, the Count, no longer came to her bed, and hadn’t in years, and she knew for a fact that when he went to London, he visited brothels on a regular basis.

She was still interested but had no desire to engage in such frivolity with a man her age.

The next time she rode Old Sam, she told the stable boy, “Let me brush him. I haven’t done that in ages. He was such a good boy today,” she patted his head. Her motive was to take a good look at Old Sam; she wondered if in fact young Henry Law could possibly be hung like her horse.

An hour later, she was in her boudoir where her maid prepared a bath for her. While luxuriating in the warm water, she was plotting how she might seduce the now nineteen-year-old, Henry Law.

She had a courier deliver a private message to the Law Estate: “Master Henry, please be my guest for a quiet luncheon. The carriage house which overlooks the lake is ideal for such a rendezvous.”

By now, Henry Law, knew what women wanted when they invited him to a meeting or entered his bedroom. He’d become accustomed to getting their mouths or their cunnies a few times a week. It was the older ones; women his mother’s age or older, who he enjoyed the most; especially if they were big women like Gertrude.

The young ones and the petite ones complained that it was too painful, and they had not yet acquired the skill to use their mouths properly. The more mature women, many of whom had children, cunnies seemed to open easily for him, and they’d learned to use their mouths.

That was Lady Helen. After nine years of marriage and five children, her doctor and the midwife agreed, it might kill her if she got pregnant again. She still wanted intimacy. She learned to please her husband with her mouth. “Lady Helen,” he told her a few years later, “your mouth makes my cock feel almost as good as it did when I put it in your cunny.”

“Thank you, your Lordship.” The Lord wasn’t hung like Old Sam, but his manhood stood well over six inches tall, and she moaned with delight when he filled her mouth. She reveled in his hardness as he held her head and pushed his man meat across her lips. There was nothing like the feeling when she felt his ball sack against those lips. Yes, she learned to take all of it. There was nothing like that feeling until she felt and tasted his delicious man cream. She hadn’t had that feeling in decades and now His Lordship spent more and more time in London and as she understood it, London brothels.

At her age, coy was not in her vocabulary. When he arrived at the secluded carriage house, “Master Henry, I’ve heard rumors that you have something that women can’t get enough of. I just had to find out for myself.” She got on her knees and immediately started unbuttoning his trousers.

Henry wasn’t surprised, although most of the women in this position were the household help on the estates in the region. There’d never been a member of the royal family. Yes, Lady Helen was a distant cousin of the Queen.

“Lady Helen, why don’t I do it myself?”

“Good idea. Henry, the bedroom is this way, I’ll be waiting,” she smiled.

Lady Helen was certain that Henry Law knew what she wanted. Still, she undressed and was lying on top of the bed, naked.

At her age and after all those childbirths, her body wasn’t all that attractive. She didn’t care. As for Henry, yes, there had been lovely young women in his bed, and there had been women as old as Lady Helen, some even older, and there’d been big women like Gertrude. He didn’t care. He was certain that in short order, his cock was going to be in a warm, wet spot.

By the time he was naked and walked into Lady Helen’s bedroom, his cock was at full mast. She gasped when she saw it. “Henry, you are everything I’ve heard, please let me enjoy it.”

Servant girls, maids, cooks had said please, but not someone like Lady Helen.

Within minutes, Henry was on his back, and she was kneeling between his legs. Helen had been worried that after so long a drought, she’d lost her skill. She was pleased to find that not to be true. Up and down, up and down, up and down her lips went.

Up and down his huge cock. “Hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm.” She remembered how to make her husband last. She did the same with young Henry. She took it out for a moment to catch her breath, “Master Henry, your manhood is magnificent. Please allow my mouth the pleasure of it all afternoon.” Back down she went.

Some ten minutes later, “Master Henry, thank you for the opportunity to suck your mighty cock.” Back down she went. She was trying to think if she’d ever used the word cock. She used to call his Lordship’s his manhood or his manliness.

As Henry got closer, he held her head in his hands; his cock deep in her throat. “Arrrrrrr, arrrrr, arrrrrr,” he grunted and groaned.

Lady Helen was certain her husband never gave her so much and so sweet. She desperately tried to swallow it all. She couldn’t.

When she finally took it out of her mouth, “Master Henry I’ve never had a more enjoyable afternoon. Thank you, and I promise if you allow me the pleasure again, I won’t let a drop of your man cream go to waste.”

He smiled. “Your Ladyship, I should be ready in about an hour.”

She’d forgotten. The last few times she did her husband, decades ago, it took him a few days to recover. She smiled, thinking that in an hour or so, she’d have the pleasure again.

“I’ll let you rest.” Naked, she got out of bed. Naked she wandered about the carriage house. She wasn’t trying to entice Henry or anything of the sort, she just felt so free.

Almost an hour later, she was back in bed and guided Henry to her breasts. After five children, her breasts which were big to begin with were ugly, slabs of fat, at least she thought so. As he woke up, Henry snuggled against them. They were much like big Gertrude’s.

Lady Helen reached for his dead cock. Between her hand work and perhaps the nipple in his mouth, Henry’s cock began to wake up. “Henry, in all my years, I’ve never enjoyed a cock as much.” He didn’t have to know her husband was the only one. “so big, so beautiful, and Henry you have the sweetest cream.”

She started to go back down on him. “May I, please?” There was no way he could resist.

As you might expect, Henry lasted even longer this time. She didn’t complain. Her husband was right, her mouth was as wet, soft and even more talented than her cunny. Henry was amazed watching her lips going up and down. There was no quit in her.

As for Lady Helen, at her age, she didn’t think she’d ever have the opportunity to enjoy a cock like this again. Frankly, she was keenly aware, that not many women in the world had an opportunity like she was having. That is a cock so big, so hard and so young.

They agreed to meet every week in the carriage house. She had her maids clean it up, make it more comfortable, she had the mattress replaced. Lady Helen wanted Master Henry to come back again and again. She bought an armchair for Henry to sit in while she got on her knees. She found the plushest carpeting for her old knees.

It was the same every week, not that either of them complained. Lady Helen was on her knees on the bed while Henry was on his back or he was sitting in that new chair while she was on her knees. The new carpeting made it tolerable to stay in that position for hours and hours. And she did.

Lady Helen had no illusions that she was the only woman Henry was seeing. That was none of her business. As long as he showed up at the carriage house every week, she didn’t care.

There were other women. Women in the Law Household. Anne still came to his bed two or three nights a month where she was either on her knees or riding him. Gertrude was underneath him at least once a week. She was a big woman everywhere, if you can imagine, and her cunny easily accepted his horse-like manhood.

Six months after Lady Helen started seeing Henry, she was bathing and although he’d never indicated any interest in her cunny, she always made sure it was clean and neatly trimmed. On this particular day an idea formed in her mind.

It had been a few years since her last bleeding time. She didn’t know the details, but she was certain that meant that she could no longer have children. What might it be like to . . . with Henry, she’d become comfortable using the word cock. As in, “please Henry, let my mouth pleasure your cock again.” What might it be like to fuck again. Would he be shocked if she used that word? Would he be shocked if she wanted him to fuck her?

Lady Helen arrived at the carriage house before Henry and was on top of the bed naked when he arrived. No, she wasn’t trying to entice him. She’d found that he was mostly hard when he reached the carriage house.

“Henry, were you thinking of my mouth on your way here?” She asked as she got on her knees.

He nodded and pushed her head down. “Henry, since the last time I saw you, all I’ve thought about is your majestic cock. My mouth has been hungry for it all week.” Soon, her lips were going up and down on his shaft. “Hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm.”

She did what she always did, and both seemed happy with it, and they were, but when Lady Helen came up for air. “Henry, as always your cock is magnificent. It gives me such pleasure, but I wonder if I could interest you in giving my cunny the same kind of pleasure.”

She didn’t wait for an answer. Lady Helen got on her back with her legs spread, not unlike Gertrude except she wasn’t as big.

Henry, like most men his age, just wanted to stick his cock somewhere. It felt so good in her mouth. It always felt good in her mouth. He never missed those weekly visits to the carriage house. Of all the women who had come to know his cock, no one pleased it like Lady Helen’s mouth. Now, she wanted it in her cunny.

And she was a Lady, not the help.

Henry rolled on top of her. She guided his cock to her entrance. “Thank you, Henry. Thank you for giving an old lady a thrill.” Then she looked him in the eyes, “Henry, I want you to fuck me. Fuck my cunny.”

Lady Helen’s juicy cunny took Henry for a ride that only Gertrude could match.

In her youth, in the weeks and months after their wedding day, her husband praised her. “Helen, you know before you, I’d been with a few other women, none of them had a cunny as delightful as yours. Feel how hard you make my cock.” She hadn’t lost the ability to fuck. She thought she was rusty, but Henry learned from Gertrude to slam his cock in and out of her big cunny. Now, he was doing the same to Lady Helen. Like Gertrude, Helen felt no pain, just joy. She had a smile on her face as she bounced her wide ass up and down on the bed. “Oh Henry, oh yes, give Lady Helen’s cunny more of your big cock. You know how much I love it in my mouth; make my cunny love it just as much. Henry keep fucking me.”

It took him a long time to finish. It was something Anne, Gertrude and some of the other help had instilled in him.

Lady Helen was the beneficiary. “Henry, I have not been fucked in ages; and I’ve never been fucked like that. My cunny will be ready whenever you are.” She took him in her arms, holding him against her breasts. “Rest, Henry. Thank you for pleasing my cunny.”

An hour later, “Lady Helen, I enjoyed your cunny . . .”

“You mean fucking my cunny?”

“Yes, fucking your cunny, and I’ll want to fuck again, but right now, I want you to put it in your mouth.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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