Duchess Morehead - The lady was no lady

Jennifer Langston, more commonly known as the Lady Langston of Langston Manor, leaned over the wood, trying to start the camp fire. She leaned from her waist, tight designer jeans stretching on her full, firm buttocks.

Sitting in a folding lawn chair, Thomas stared at her outlined posterior. Almost an open invitation in blue denim, he thought. It brought new meaning to "Rhapsody In Blue". Each movement of the fleshy globes was a musical invitation.

He wasn't doing anything that Lady Langston was unaware of. She knew her neighbor looked at her when he felt he wouldn't be noticed. She didn't mind. She enjoyed being looked at, even by her neighbor who was already married and comfortably settled. It made her feel good to be looked at, admired, desired. She knew this streak of exhibitionism could be dangerous if she wasn't careful, so she was careful. She had exposed herself as a young girl in various ways that seemed accidental.

It was, in fact, how she had met and married her late husband, Lord Langston. But, as is the case many times, he turned out to be a complete wimp a buffoon.

Oh, he loved her erotic ways in the beginning before they were married. She would tease him by showing a long, creamy thigh, or when they were having a drink in an out-of-the-way club, she would flash her panties at him, always pretending she was unaware of what she showed. Of course, other men had seen too, and her late-husband had been very turned on until they were married.

Then he stopped her. He had said it was not becoming to a Lady.

And Jennifer hated that.

Something inside her forced her to expose her body, something she couldn't control. So, since he stopped her from openly doing it, she would go out during the day, while he was at work around the estate's grounds, and flash in various ways. She took to going the public plunge, wearing the skimpiest bikini she could find, letting the silky hairs of her cunt show along the crotch. There, she would sit in innocent postures, but always with the tight crotch of her bikini showing, the slit of her juicy cunt outlined and always the dark hair along the edges.

Eventually, this urge to flash got her into trouble. Not trouble to her way of thinking, but to her husband's way of thinking.

And that, indirectly, brought about the car wreck and her husband quickly became her late-husband.

What was ironic was that nothing really happened that should have brought on the incident.

There hadn't been time for anything to happen, but Jennifer was ready for it. She had thought her husband, Lord Langston, was out of town on business, so she dressed in a tight skirt, slitted almost to her hip, and a sweater that molded her shapely tits. She had no other plans but to show herself, innocently, to a few of the patrons when she entered the small, intimate cocktail lounge. At first she felt disappointed because there was only one man sitting at the bar, with a female bartender. But when she climbed onto the stool, allowing her knees to part and show one luscious thigh, the man caught the slight exposure and smiled at her.

When he offered to buy her a drink, she accepted, turning toward him on the stool, crossing her thighs. She chatted with him, minor gossip only, while the female bartender commented now and then. She discovered the man and woman were married, and owned the small lounge. Knowing they were man and wife did not dampen Jennifer's desire to reveal herself. Besides, the woman was on the other side of the bar and couldn't see what Jennifer was doing below the bar's rim.

Jennifer now sat on the high stool with her knees apart, her tight skirt halfway in her lap, talking quietly as the man gazed boldly at her thighs. She glanced often at the front of his pants. She saw his cock swelling along the left side of his pants, and encouraged by that response, she allowed the man to see the crotch of her tight panties by slowly drawing her skirt to her lap, carefully watching the female bartender.

When the man placed his hand on her knee, she encouraged him. She had never allowed this to happen when she flashed herself, but this night she was hot, steaming, very horny.

When the man's wife went off to the back of the lounge, Jennifer shoved her hand to the man's cock, feeling how hard his prick was. She squeezed, moaning softly when he shoved his hand between her thighs and felt her bubbling, wet cunt. She flung her legs apart so he could have a good feel of her pussy. Although she jerked her hand away when the wife came back, the man kept his hand under her skirt.

While Jennifer sat with the man's hand cupping her cunt, she looked nervously at the woman.

"Is it hot and wet, dear?" the woman asked her husband, looking boldly into Jennifer's eyes.

"It's real wet and hot, baby," the man said. "You should have a feel of this pussy for yourself."

"I just might do that," the woman said, her voice husky.

Jennifer trembled as the woman came from behind the bar to stand near her and the man. Jennifer wasn't frightened; she was excited. The man pulled his hand from her pussy, and his wife slipped her palm along Jennifer's thigh. She pulled at Jennifer's leg, and Jennifer opened her knees willingly. The woman ran her palm along Jennifer's crotch, mewling softly.

"Lovely," the woman whispered, pressuring Jennifer's cunt.

The man pulled Jennifer's hand to his hard-on, and Jennifer eagerly grasped his prick, feeling a rippling desire flooding her slender body.

"Take his cock out," the wife said, sliding her fingers into the crotch of Jennifer's panties. "Take his cock out and see what a nice one he has."

Jennifer glanced nervously at the door of the small cocktail lounge.

"Don't worry," the wife said. "It's too early for anyone to come in."

As she spoke, she rubbed at Jennifer's swollen clitoris. Jennifer eagerly opened the man's pants, pulling his huge cock out. She closed her fist around his prick, jacking the man while his wife stood there working a finger into her cunt. Jennifer turned on the stool, opening her thighs wide to the woman, wanting to lean down and suck the man's throbbing cock, but still nervous.

The wife, using both hands, held Jennifer's panties to one side, exposing her hairy cunt, which the man gazed at while Jennifer pumped his cock. When the woman thrust a finger into Jennifer's cunt, fucking in and out, Jennifer moaned and squeezed the woman's husband's cock very hard.

"Easy," the man warned. "You want to make me cum before I can fuck you?"

"Oh, no!" Jennifer sobbed, twisting her ass while the man's wife fucked her finger back and forth.

"You have a lovely cunt," the wife whispered. "Nice, tight, and very juicy. If there's anything I like in my face, other than a hard cock, it's a wet, hairy cunt!"

"You going to eat her?" the man asked his wife. "Let me fuck her first, then you can have my cum juice with all that pussy cream."

"Ohhhh, this is oh, God!" Jennifer cried hotly.

Her husband, Lord Langston, walked in.

He saw Jennifer sitting on the high stool, leaning against the bar, the woman finger-fucking her while Jennifer clung to the man's cock.

Lord Langston's face reddened. "You fucking bitch!" he spat. "You hot-assed, fucking, cocksucking cunt-whore! You have disgraced the name of Langston for the last time!"

The wife retreated behind the bar while her husband stood up, moving back. "We don't want any trouble in here, man," he said.

Jennifer's husband ignored him, grabbing Jennifer by her arm roughly and jerking her from the stool. "You're just what I thought a commoner, a fucking whore!"