Woman in Fitwilliam Lineage: Instruction
The other day, for the very first time in my entire existence, I woke up with my finder on my privates.
Things like this were unheard of during my upbringing as the darling daughter of an elegant household and in my lengthy and tedious marriage to my former spouse, it felt as if a void, a lack of awareness had settled in my downstairs regions. He barely paid any attention to them, and I did the same. It was as if I were lifeless beneath. Now, I am reborn.
As I replicated the actions of Bentley's tongue on my privates using my figures, I brought myself to a blissful state and remained in that ecstatic state so much so that when young Smythe entered my room to draw the curtains and let the sun illuminate the splendor of nature, I invited him to my bed and caressed the obvious bulge in front of his new trousers. He appreciated it.
And so we fell into a pattern at Heaton. We were busy and fulfilled, with Bentley apparently guiding the boys not only in their tasks inside and outside the house, but also in pleasing their mistress. In the morning, after a breakfast served to me in my bed, often accompanied by a caress of whichever of my boys had brought it to me, I occasionally walked down to the kitchen to watch the boys bathe, simply to set me up for the day. The fact that there was almost always a boy in the middle of a bath inducing this image made me ponder whether Bentley had intentionally created this sight for his mistress. However, regardless of the truth, it was an excellent kick-start to my day.
I had decided that Stephenson should stay clean-shaven as he had fine-looking penis and bottom and so I sometimes performed this task, leaving it to Bentley when I simply lacked interest. As for the Masturbatorium, I enjoyed witnessing practically all the boys using it. Occasionally, I would be content just watching a boy pleasuring himself, angling my position for a better viewpoint, looking at the exquisite sight of his balls bouncing as he played, his anus tightening as he released his sperm and, with the various mirrors, I was given the view from different angles. At other times, I would touch them.
I was protective of my boys, utterly conscious of it. The Masturbatorium, for example, I had kept away from Sarah, my lady's maid and companion. It was my secret. But I discovered that as I discovered the boys, as I examined their bodies and tasted their plasma, my jealousy of them subsided. Yes, they were still incredibly "my boys", but the thought of loaning out their beauty no longer made me nervous.
So, on a particular day, I decided to show Sarah the blisses of the Masturbatorium while she was engrossed in her needlework and I was staring out the window at the boys perspiring as they chopped firewood for mine. In any other house, tasks such as chopping wood for my fireplace would have been done in the yard, but Bentley, so attuned to my preferences, had this task shifted to my window so I could revel in the sight of it being carried out, these strapping young bodies sweating in my service.
After hearing three raps on the door of the Masturbatorium, I asked Sarah, "Do you know what this door in the corner is, Sarah?"
"No, my lady," she replied, lifting her gaze from her tapestry and staring at the long-ignored door. "But did I hear a sound coming from it just now?"
"You could very well have," I answered playfully. "Why don't you open it and take a closer look?"
She carried out my command and arose from her chair, placing her cross-stitch on the seat and made her way to the door. Opening it only a crack and with some hesitation, in case I was up to my old tricks, she peeked inside and immediately turned back to me, flashing a smile.
"But my lady, there is a completely undressed young man in there," she exclaimed, a smile spreading across her lips.
"How absurd!" I said, pretending to be shocked. "Please swing the door wide open so I can verify this information!"
Certainly, inside the Masturbatorium, I had chanced upon the most considerable member of my group that Sarah could have possibly stumbled upon, bearing in mind in her lengthy life as a last and the dueces she'd seen could be counted on one hand, mostly Bentley and Smythe on the first day of the new era at Heaton.~End.
For the first time, Daniel, the enticing redhead Jeannette, and I experienced wearing the breeches in the Masturbatorium. Standing alongside Sarah, I positioned my finger to my lips to suggest that we shouldn't draw attention to ourselves as we admired the scene in front of us. Daniel, blindfolded, had removed all his clothing, including shoes and socks, and laid on cushions proximate to the screen, his feet resting on the glass, enabling us to view the sole of his feet. Sarah reached out to touch the glass.
In this location, we encountered an exquisite view of beneath Daniel. The detectable perineum indicated by a pink line, his testicles, with a tantalizing smoothness, causing me to ponder momentarily if Bentley was endulging in my preference for smoothness - besides himself, of course: Bentley's fur delighted me. And of course, the penis: lengthy, thick, and with blood vessels practically throbbing in front of our eyes.
Soon after observing this display for a while, Sarah blushed but had a smile on her face. I decided to astonish her further and tapped thrice to summon Daniel to the glass. Sarah was stunned as he rose to his feet, his penis almost flattened against his belly, and fumbled for the hole in the glass, a hole she had subsequently became unaware of, he fed his outstanding appendage through it, causing it to stand erect in front of us.
I extended a hand and seized the placard of this remarkable penis while Sarah looked on amazed and Daniel's head flicked back from the thrill of my contact. I then escorted her hand to Daniel's member, wrapping it around the robust shaft. This was the primary penis Sarah had ever touched and the sensation prompted a profound blush and a gleam in her eyes I had never before noticed.
We synchronised our palms on the penis, more than sizable enough to accommodate both our hands on its extent, I began sliding it up and down, causing the foreskin to cover the head, then retracted once more. Sarah's hand traded hands with me and in an instant, I relinquished the task, permitting her to carry on this delightful endeavour while I moved my hand to Daniel's testicles, which appeared to be in need of some attention.
Scarcely had I stroked his testicles when a teardrop emerged at Daniel's penis' tip, and without hesitation, I fetched my finger into the drop and conveyed it to my lips. Sarah, astounded, granted my unsaid request and acquired the teardrop for her own lips, embracing its taste. The subsequent teardrop she applied to her lips as if it were a pampering agent.
Urging Sarah to bring the footstool she had been addressing previous to me, I reluctantly relinquished her grip on the specimen before us, yet she hurried over to my chair, pushed the stool beneath with her foot, and returned. I stationed myself on the stool, consequently placing Daniel's penis in front of my face, allowing him to experience the warmth of my breath and anticipate the gratifications awaiting it. I savoured this second, the greater to tantalize his anticipation. Sarah, meanwhile, portrayed evident passion.
Then, I coaxed the penis towards my mouth, which was desperate for it by now. The flavour surpassed even that of Bentley, and I indulged in it, swallowing the top section of the beast despite how deep I took, feeling it remained an extensive length uningested. Sarah, next to me, was stroking the boy's testicles while her eyes were focused on my mouth as an oversized penis in her life. She sometimes extracted the member from her lips entirely and squeezed the shaft, hoping to prod another drop. When she succeeded, she quickly placed her tongue upon it.
I then implored Sarah to retrieve the stool from me as I arose. She appeared flustered but, securely seated, she brought Daniel near her face and, checking me wordlessly for assent, enveloped his member with her lips and commenced her foremost encounter with a penis. What a remarkable introduction! With a young, hard penis of uncommon proportions! Yet she took to the task with expertise, caressing the head with her tongue and playing with it in her mouth, while she motioned her grip to the length and cradled the balls in her palm, willing them to encourage another teardrop, and when she succeeded, bestowed her tongue upon it.
Sarah took to the task without hesitation, licking the head and massaging it with her tongue, continually moving the shaft and supporting the balls, giving them unbelievable pleasure. She would occasionally remove the member from her mouth, squeezed the shaft to solicit an additional teardrop, and accepted it on her tongue.
While she was occupied with Daniel in one way, I knelt down and started licking the balls Sarah was holding. I couldn't help but wonder how Daniel was explaining the presence of two tongues on his person. Eventually, she removed Daniel from her mouth and handed me the prize. From this kneeling position, I took it deep, rubbing it every now and then until I felt him tense up and saw his hands flatten against the glass.
"My lady..." he said through the glass, asking for my permission.
"Go ahead, Daniel," I replied, taking him back into my mouth. And just then, I felt a pulsating in the length of his penis, and he filled my mouth with his seed. I drooled some of it on my chin without Sarah noticing, and using the remaining seed, I applied it to my naked vagina, which I had gone bare for the sensation.
This escapade was over, and with Sarah still in disbelief, I shut the door to the Masturbatorium and told Sarah never to open it without me. As I thought about my shaved state, I remembered what Bentley had said about his meticulous job on my vagina. He even offered to train one of the younger men to attend to it in his place.
Within a few hours after my experience with Daniel, Bentley brought to my bedroom one of the young men I had been keeping a close watch on, a tall, handsome, blonde-haired boy of around 21. He had the appearance of a Scandinavian. His thin body was remarkable, his face was square and healthy with a golden hue while his height was well over six feet. What attracted me the most to this beauty was his cheerful demeanour. His smile was beautiful, showing a perfect set of teeth, and I had observed him engaging in jokes with his co-workers in the yard. He was a jovial, friendly man, and I found myself drawn to him apart from his striking appearance.
With Sarah out of the room since she had already had her doses of excitment, I was alone when Bentley knocked on the door. He entered, accompanied by Erikson, whose head and shoulders towered over Bentley. "We are here to serve your ladyship," Bentley said matter-of-factly, instructing Erikson to join him at the dressing table. They enjoyed the calmness of the garden outside, where other young men were lawnmowing and chatting about something. I felt immense pride in the happiness we had created in the house.
"First," said Bentley to me, "I imagine my lady would like to undress Erikson." He already knew about my preference for stripping the men I loved of their clothes. I nodded, stepping towards Erikson and unbuttoning his breeches' fastenings, just below the knee. I didn't need to bend down much, as there was enough height difference between the two of us for me to see his heart when I was at his chest level.
I then removed his jacket and pulled off his shirt. This blonde, beautifully proportioned youth had a small waist with well-defined muscles and a back that was broad. His buttocks were bare and smooth, and then there was his penis, thick at the base and reddish like a healthily circumcized man.
Moving Erikson around to enjoy him from all angles, I appreciated the scene in front of me and then sat back down, with my face close enough to his penis for a closer look. Having had enough enjoyment for a while, I asked Graham seriously, "So, are you going to train this young man?"
"Very much so, madam," he replied, revealing a kettle, razor, brush, soap, and balm on the dressing table's tray. Erikson remained standing, still near enough for me to lick the growing penis.
On his knees, Bentley brought Erikson along with him and asked politely, "May I lift your dress over your head, my lady?" This was a step further than I had expected, but I put my trust in Bentley's ability to make me feel comfortable, so I agreed. Sitting naked except for my stockings and a thin shift that barely concealed my breasts, Bentley lifted each of my ankles, positioning my knees on the armrests of the chair. This allowed Erikson to see my exposed breasts and the opened entrance of my sex. Judging from his erect penis, it appeared to be a pleasing sight for him.
Bentley proceeded to explain the process of shaving to Erikson: the soft bristle brush with water, the foaming soap, the painstaking razor, then moisturizing balm. I sat back, admiring the two handsome men, more than a decade apart in age, focusing on my private areas. Bentley even used his fingers to stroke my sensitive areas, guiding Erikson's hand to my lips, my nub, and even within my body, letting him experience the sensations that I knew would provoke the most pleasure.
"And to complete the final step of this personal service," Bentley told Erikson, "my lady enjoys this." Then, he leaned forward, repeating the action of our previous encounter, using the flat of his tongue to massage the lips of my sex, prompting a moan from me. "Could you try this, Erikson?" he asked. Erikson nodded confidently, his youthful appearance making me doubt his experience. He leaned forward, giving me a charming smile, and then lowered his face between my legs.
To my surprise, Erikson was adept at the task, while his tongue was warm, wet, and muscular, it followed the contours of my lips, tracing up my nub, and probing within my body. Using his hands to help, he spread my lips and penetrated my sex with his tongue.
I grabbed his head, pulling his mouth toward me, eager to reach the deepest parts of my body. I clenched my abdominal muscles, wanting my tongue to penetrate as deeply as possible. Erikson seemed unperturbed by the tightness, extending his tongue further, massaging my nub with his fingers simultaneously.
Bentley, standing by, observed our proceedings with a hardened erection. I summoned him by grabbing onto his breeches. Understanding my request, he unbuttoned his breeches, and I proceeded to take his penis into my mouth, sucking, licking, and tasting it while Erikson continued his assault on my body.
A sense of power overwhelmed me as my tongue wasn't the only one performing oral work on Bentley's penis. However, this experience would not last forever. I became overwhelmed with pleasure, losing consciousness for a moment while Bentley released his sperm into my mouth.
Upon regaining consciousness, Erikson carefully placed his used face on the floor, leaving a trail of my juices. My eyes fixated on his face, coated with my fluids, I asked, "Are you sorry, Erikson?"
"Sorry?" he nervously replied. "No, my lady, I'm just so happy I was able to please you."
He stood, and my gaze rested on his wet throbbing penis and his dripping thigh. "When you deposit your load, you don't have to worry," I reassured him, drawing him closer. I buried my face into the dried ejaculate on his belly and thigh, licking whatever I could find, scooping a few drops into my mouth to savor the mixture of fluids, and then using my fingers to massage my sex with his sperm.
Exhausted from the experience, Erikson left to retrieve his clothes, Bentley cleaned my still sensitive and shaven nether regions with a washcloth, applying a soothing balm, and returned to my chamber to clean up his tools and discuss their daily affairs, including the duties of the cook and new training for the staff. I enjoyed the closeness of Bentley's presence, his masculine beauty, his intelligent conversation, and the ever-present bulge in his tight breeches. A small stain of semen adorned his new pants.
"Hey Bentley, are we ready to host some guests?" I asked as he was about to leave my presence.
"Guests, ma'am? Who will be visiting?"
"There's a family nearby who I'm acquainted with. I think they deserve at least a cup of tea from me. I had promised them a dinner after the death of my husband, and now that my mourning period is over, it's time to keep that promise."
"I'm sure we can entertain your guests, ma'am," he replied, giving me a slight bow - a polite gesture in accordance to my commands, "and are all set to give you the pleasure you desire."
I enjoyed it when Bentley spoke in such a manner. It was suitable, but I could always sense an additional, impolite meaning hidden behind his words. It was like a secret between us.
"Alright. I'll send a message for them to come over for tea tomorrow," I said, carefully omitting from my message the presence of a young man from the family, who would most likely be eager to be with me. This man, whom the mother was keen on throwing her fortune upon, would be mine to amuse or ignore the following day.
And as Bentley helped me take off my dress and the lingering sensations of both him and Erikson's touches still excited me, I felt a fresh desire stirring between my legs, anticipating the impending visit of this young and eager gentleman.
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