The Secret Chronicles of Henry Dashwood, Vol. 2

'Usually, but I can sometimes keep it up till I've spent a second time,' I answered proudly and Harriet showed two fine rows of neat white teeth as she gave a vulpine smile and said with a sly wink: “Then I'll gladly repay you right now for the gorgeous way you licked out my cunney with your tongue. Well, I'm assuming you would like me to, of course, though perhaps you have some objections to being sucked off?' 'None whatsoever, and nor do I believe there can he any red-blooded man in the whole country who would not take up such a kind offer,' I replied instantly. Giving a husky chuckle, the horny girl slid herself over me with her breasts resting comfortably over my ribs as she set to work with a will. After wetting the dome of my knob with a series of long, slow licks, Harriet immediately proceeded to suck in six inches of my thick tower of power between her lips. She was an extremely skilled practitioner of the ancient art of fellatio and I panted with pleasure as I felt my prick slide easily over her tongue and down into her throat. Somehow she managed to cram my entire shaft into her mouth, presumably in much the same way as a sword swallower performs his act without being injured by the lethal blade and I lay back in sheer bliss whilst her moist mouth worked up and down my delighted cock, licking and lapping on my pulsating length. Her hand gripped the base as she bobbed her pretty blonde head up and down like a yo-yo, keeping her lips magically taut as she continued to suck my quivering cock and with her free hand she gently massaged my balls. My hands clutched her head as Harriet continued this heavenly tonguing and her swirling tongue collected the pre-cum juice which now started to ooze out from the 'eye' of my knob.

Then she jammed her mouth over my cock and slurped so lustily on her penile sweetmeat that I almost fainted from the powerful electric shocks of erotic joy which crackled through every fibre of my body.

Even though a copious emission of seed had only just flowed out of my cock, with a desperate cry I sent a fresh flood of creamy spunk down her waiting throat and she sucked and swallowed every last drop of salty semen until my prick stopped its crazed jerking and slowly started to deflate back to its normal limp state. Suffice it to say that very soon afterwards Julian frigged his tool up to its previous rock-hard stiffness and he and Harriet enjoyed a delectable soixante neuf whilst I wanked over the randy pair. Let me finish this entry by recording that Harriet proved herself truly insatiable and milked my prick twice more and Julian's cock a further three times before she finally allowed us to rest our weary heads on our pillows.

By gad, she is a real little strumpet. I spent this morning in bed, composing a little ode which perhaps might not have been up to the standard of my prize-winning essay on the suffragette question which was printed, but I believe is worthy of scratching out in my diary. It reads as follows: