The Secret Chronicles of Henry Dashwood, Vol. 2

Then her arms went round me and we lay locked together, hugging each other tightly. Then she started to rub herself against me, her erect nipples tracing tiny circles against my chest. She ground herself against my body and I felt the warm friction of the pleasing entanglement of our pubic muffs. My prick found its way unerringly between her thighs and the hairs of her soft, hirsute thatch brushed sensuously against my shaft as she moved backwards and forwards, stroking it to a state of almost painful arousal.

Miranda levered herself up on her arms and looked at me anxiously. 'You don't mind if I go on top, do you? If we fuck this way, I will be able to feel your cock sliding against my clitty.'

'Of course not,' I gasped, and so, without further ado, she lowered herself upon me and my knob slid effortlessly into her warm, wet honeypot until our pubic bushes were again entangled. We stayed stock still, savouring the delicious erotic feel of each other's bodies. Then she-settled so that the cheeks of her lovely bottom pressed down upon the tops of my thighs and my cock throbbed inside her juicy quim when she twitched her shoulders and I watched her superb bare breasts swinging unencumbered above me. I raised my arms and rubbed her erect nipples against my palms. 'M'mmm,' she purred, lifting herself a fraction and leaning forward so that her breasts were now brushing my chest. I slid my hands underneath to fondle the smooth soft orbs and hard rubbery titties. Now Miranda leaned further forward and stuck out her tongue, thrusting it deep inside my mouth. As I began to jerk my hips, moving my cock up and down inside her cunt, so her tongue moved in unison, exploring and probing around my gums. The wetness in my mouth was soon matched by the wetness of Miranda's cunney. I slightly adjusted my position so that I could feel her pussey hair and clitty rubbing along the upper side of my shaft and she responded to my movements, sliding to and fro with little squeals of joy. 'How does that feel?' she breathed as I stretched out my arms to clutch her jiggling bum cheeks, taking control of the pace of this gloriously relaxed fuck, moving Miranda at an easy pace, pulling her down then urging her back up. I sighed with delight at the sensation as her pussey lips opened and closed over my quivering cock. We began to match thrust with counter thrust and suddenly she whispered: 'How would you like to finish me off doggie-style, darling?' 'Yes, please,' I said breathlessly and in an instant she had turned herself over on to her hands and knees and raised her delicious backside high into the air. Cradling her head on her arm, she looked backwards at me through the tunnel of her parted thighs and panted: 'Go on, Henry, fuck the arse off me!' Like her breasts, Miranda's bottom was well divided and I gazed at the puckered ring of her anus and the wider crack of her cunney. Then I let out a short wild laugh when I recalled how the other night whilst we were playing snooker, Julian Clayton had said aloud: 'Well now, old bean, I don't know whether to go for the pink or the brown!' 'Shall I go through the tradesmen's entrance?' I whispered in her ear and Miranda answered: 'If you want to, but first rub some cold cream on your cock, you'll find a pot on the bedside table.' I wrenched open the jar and whilst I smeared the grease on my shaft she said: 'Do go gently, darling, I haven't been bum-fucked for goodness knows how long.'

'Of course I will,' I promised as I parted the soft rounded cheeks of her bottom and placed the tip of my knob at the entrance to the wrinkled little hole. Anxious not to hurt the lovely girl, I slowly inched my way forward until I heard her sharp intake of breath.

'It's all right, it'll get easier in a minute,' I said as I withdrew slightly and then pushed on, easing my way further and further inside the narrow sheath. Miranda strained herself to widen her legs and thus ease my passage. Not wanting to distress her I paused, ready to pull out my prick if need be. But then all at once I felt her relax and I slid all the way into her. My eyes swept down to her jiggling buttocks when she started to ride my shaft, her sphincter sliding to and fro on my rampant rod. The cold cream had lubricated my cock so well that although my shaft was trapped inside Miranda's tight back passage, I could easily ride along with her and I watched in fascination as my shaft appeared and disappeared into Miranda's bum. I slid my arms round her ribs to play with her titties and Miranda rubbed her clitty as she moved her anus up and down on my hot, twitching tool. Then she turned her head and panted: 'Henry, please spend in my cunt or I might not be able to climax.'