her gold-dusted light brown hair, expressive large eyes, rich ruby lips and pearly white teeth. 'My dear Count,' she said as we sat taking some refreshment in her garden after a leisurely ride round her estate on a delightful summer morning. 'In my opinion the lot of the working class will be eased not in one isolated phenomenon but as a necessary corollary of other changes which have been gradually and steadily modifying the social history of Europe. There will be a political change, hopefully not of a revolutionary character, based upon the social, educational and economic changes which have already taken place. The political machinery of the country will be adjusted to fit the altered social conditions of its inhabitants.' 'You mean that we will turn to Socialism,' I asked, sipping my coffee.
'Whatever that may mean,' she agreed. 'Above all, there must be a change in social attitudes between the so-called aristocracy and the working classes. It will happen, mark my words, even in a class-dominated country like England. 'Do you know that my neighbour, Captain Botley, was over here yesterday and in the course of conversation said casually that he didn't know whether working class girls had hair on their cunnies! He was so ignorant of his fellow citizens that he imagined a proportion of them to be of another race!' 'Hasn't he ever fucked a serving wench?' I enquired.
'No, I doubt it. He has been involved since he was a young man with Mrs. Archibald Leach, who once told me that he could only get it up very infrequently, poor man. Doctor Tong of Harley Street, London has prescribed him some pills but little seems to work. He asked me to suck him off to see whether that would help. I did my best-for one should always come to the aid of a neighbour-but even tonguing around his helmet could not arouse him, poor man. 'Anyhow, I do not harbour such prejudices as Captain Botley,' she added, smoothing her hands down her thighs which were encased in her tight riding breeches.
'I am sure you do,' I teased. 'How many butlers have you had in your bed, Henrietta?' 'None, I prefer page- boys,' she smiled back wickedly. 'I see I shall have to demonstrate this to you or you will not believe me, you old rogue.' In fact I would have taken her word for it but it was obvious that she was keen to show off her latest conquest (for she is inordinately fond of fucking) so I did not demur. She stood up and beckoned me to follow her to the very back of her garden, which is well-shaped by umbrageous elms of a venerable age where, facing the south, a summer-house stood under the trees by the side of the small lake. 'Lawrence, are you in the summer-house watering those plants as I asked you to?' she called. 'Yes, ma'am,' came back a youthful voice from inside the well-constructed erection. 'Please bring out three large shawls, as we would like to sit on the grass,' she instructed. Out came Lawrence, a handsome youth of sixteen or so with the shawls and two pillows. 'I thought you might like these as well, ma'am,' he said. Lady Henrietta took the pillows from him and he spread the shawls out on the ground.
She then bent down and deliberately flaunting the rondeurs of her beautifully formed backside to the lad, bent down to arrange the pillows. She fiddled around for a few moments, plumping them up until she straightened up and said quite coolly: 'Lawrence, I detect that you rather enjoy looking at my bottom. Do you like what you see?'
Amused at the reddening up of his face, she eyed him carefully for a moment and did not fail to espy a bulge in the front of his trousers. 'Well, Lawrence, what have you got to say? Don't be shy now.' 'Well, ma'am, you are so very beautiful, and your arse looks so inviting that my cock has swollen up.' 'I'm glad to hear it. So you like my bum, do you? Here, you may feel it. Don't worry, I shan't tell and neither will Count Gewirtz for he knows I shall cut off his testicles if he speaks of this without my permission. Now Lawrence, dear, put your hand all around and under it. Doesn't it feel firm and round?' 'It's really lovely, ma'am. Can I keep my hand there?' 'Yes, of course, feel right under my bottom, Lawrence, and you will come to my cunney which would like to have that truncheon of yours plunging into it.' 'Oh, goodness, may I really take that liberty?' 'Yes, yes, you may fuck me so long as you promise never to tell tales.' 'Ah, no-one could ever wring the secret from my lips. I shall never forget such a favour,' he said with bashful excitement. 'Very well, Lawrence, we fuck here and now. I know you must be a perfect Cupid and I would like to see you naked just as much as you would like to see me unclothed. Let's see who can get undressed the quickest!' I suppose Lady Henrietta cheated for I was called upon to help divest her of her riding boots but Lawrence was first to expose his young, strong body in its admirable total nudity. The young man was blessed with a broad, hairless chest, slim flanks and shapely legs. And for one so young he boasted a very well-sized purple- headed prick, which rose majestically from between his legs to stand almost straight up against his flat belly.
Henrietta, too, was now naked and I admired her adorable rounded breasts, each topped by a rosy nipple, her narrow waist and long legs between which nestled a glorious thatch of silky dark hair. Her roving hands took possession of Lawrence's prick and she peeled back his foreskin to uncap the vermilion knob as she massaged his shaft gently with both hands. 'This is a grand-looking cock for one so young,' she murmured. 'Such fine, smooth skin, yet so hard and stiff to the touch. Quite large enough for a man of twice your age. Have you ever used this noble member for anything else except tossing yourself off?'
'No, ma'am. I wanted to try it with Lettie but she wouldn't let me.' 'What a spoilsport. I'll try to get Lettie along here afterwards as I'm sure that Count Gewirtz would appreciate taking part in a quarter,' she laughed impudently. I returned her smile and said simply: 'I always enjoy a good fuck but I am quite happy to be a mere spectator. I only wish I had my new camera here so that I could record your passion for posterity.' 'Perhaps it is as well that you cannot take any photographs, Count, as I don't want too many people to see me coming!' she replied with her quick wit. Lady Henrietta lay down on the shawls and placed one pillow beneath her head and the other under her buttocks. She opened her legs wide and, with her finger, opened up her delicious red-lipped slit for the lucky young rascal. He knelt down in front of her as she gently rolled her foot on his huge prick. She gently drew him over her and, taking hold of his mighty staff, she inserted the knob between her waiting cunney lips as his tight little arse fairly quivered with anticipation of the joys to come. How she enjoyed being fucked by that boy! Although this was his first fuck, Lawrence had a natural understanding of what to do and he did not, like so many boys of his age, rush in and out in a mad frenzy, but thrust home slowly, then withdrew and re-entered further. This had the desired effect upon Lady Henrietta who was now in a state of high excitement. 'Ah, that's delicious! Make me come! Ram your fat cock into me, Lawrence! Empty your balls, sir!
Aaah!' she screamed as her bottom rolled violently as she clawed the boy's back and he grasped her shoulders and began to ride her like a bucking bronco. Her legs slid down as she arched her back, working her cunney back and forth against the ramming of Lawrence's young, thick cock. I leaned forward to obtain a closer view of his glistening tool pounding in and out of Lady Henrietta's pussey, and she reached down to caress his balls as she rocked to and fro. This proved to be the coup de grace for Lawrence whose torso suddenly went rigid and his cock spurted spasm after spasm of sperm inside her cunt. His orgasm was so powerful that it seemed his body was being shaken to pieces as he gave a last drawn-out cry and collapsed on top of her, the perspiration pouring from him. 'Well done, young man!' I said, congratulating the boy on a fine performance. 'I could not have done much better myself.' 'Well done, indeed; I came twice before you spunked,' said Lady Henrietta cheerfully. I was paying such close attention to this erotic scene that I was quite startled when a hand tapped my shoulder. I looked up to see a pert young blonde-haired miss with a country fresh colour and sparkling blue eyes that were set off by a merry smile. 'I am so sorry to have disturbed you, Your Excellency,' said this delicious girl who was dressed in a low-cut black maid's uniform that showed to best advantage the swell of her firm young breasts. 'This is Lettie,' said Lady Henrietta languidly, clasping her hands around Lawrence's semi-erect penis, capping and uncapping the rubicund head as she playfully rubbed his shaft up to its previous rock-hard stiffness. 'Lettie, I am glad you have remembered to address our visitor in the correct fashion. Have you a message for us?' 'No ma'am, but I was taking the dog out for a walk when I noticed you out here having such a good time and I wondered if I could join in.' 'Well, you can't have Lawrence's cock yet. You spurned your chance when he offered it to you, and now you will have to wait until I have finished with it. That is only fair, isn't it?' 'Absolutely,' said the owner of the penis in question. 'Lady Henrietta has first call on my cock.' The pretty girl smiled at me and said: 'I don't mind at all as I've had my fill of young boys. I've never been fucked by a member of the aristocracy before, even if he is a little fat and a foreigner to boot.'
'Don't be so cheeky, Lettie,' said Lady Henrietta, trying hard to keep a straight face. 'She only speaks the truth, my love,' I said mildly. 'I do not take offence and will gladly fuck her if she really wants me to.' 'That she does, Your Excellency,' said Lettie with a gay laugh as she set to work unhooking her dress and loosening the strings and laces. She stepped out of her dress and took off her chemise and, to my surprise, I saw that she wore no drawers as she paraded her naked charms just a metre or so away from my face. I reached out to caress her succulent breasts which generated great excitement through my entire frame. Lettie's firm globes were well separated, each looking a little away from each other and tapering into two delicious points. The taut nipples acted
