The Secret Chronicles of Henry Dashwood, Vol. 2

'I'll do my level best,' I replied, although I was concerned as to whether I would be able to withdraw in time and shoot my seed into her cunney. Still, I could but try, as deeper and deeper I thrust back and forth inside her arsehole. She moaned and trembled all over as I felt the first sensations of the onrush of spunk shooting up from my balls. Swiftly I pulled out my cock from her bum and, keeping tight control of myself, I managed to stem the tide before sliding my shaft into her soaking honeypot. For both our sakes I was determined to make this lovemaking last for as long as possible in order to savour this grand fuck to the full. Miranda was also enjoying herself hugely and she spread her bum cheeks as far apart as she could so that my cock was able to slew in and out of her quim. But now though, try though I might, I could no longer hold back the flow of spunk from my bursting balls. I drew in a deep breath and plunged into her pussey one more time. 'Aaagh!' I groaned, for as I immersed my shaft inside her sopping cunt, the seed shot out of my knob and creamed her delicious quim with an unstoppable deluge of hot, sticky spunk. She rose up to meet me as I rammed into her in a series of short jabbing strokes, filling her honeypot to overflowing as jet after jet of jism spurted out of my cock and into her crack. 'Yes! Yes! Yes!'

Miranda cried out fiercely as a series of shudders jolted through her until my pace slowed and the last spasms of my spend shook through me.

We collapsed down on to the soft mattress, totally drained by the tremendous amount of energy which we had expended. I kept my promise to Miranda to stay the night with her, but at dawn I steeled myself and instead of giving her a loving morning poke, I quickly washed and dressed myself before waking her up. 'Miranda, I must get back to the college and change,' I whispered in her ear.

'It looks like being a nice bright day so may I call back here at about half past ten and we can take a stroll round the town. Funnily enough, my first tutorial is with your stepbrother, Dr Barnes, but that's not till three o'clock so we can spend the morning together.'

'Thank you, Henry, I'd like that very much,' she said, lifting her cheek from the pillow as I kissed her. 'Be careful though when you leave the hotel. Don't try and creep out as if you have something to hide, but swagger through the foyer and you'll see that no-one will attempt to question you.' 'I hope you're right,' I said with a smile, running my hand across my unshaven chin. 'Good-bye then for now, I shall be back here very soon.' Taking Miranda's advice, I sauntered down the stairs, my head held high. I returned the hall-porter's morning greeting with a curt nod as he swung open the door for me and I walked off briskly down the road. As I write up this entry the wise words of Lizzie Dickerson come to mind. One evening after I had emptied my balls into Lizzie's squelchy cunt, she said to me: 'Henry, fucking is the finest sport of all for a red blooded young man like yourself. However, never forget that every fuck should be different from the last. If you become blase and reach the stage where one fuck is much like another so that afterwards you cannot recall the particular taste of the girl who you fucked, then you should abstain from carnal joys for a time. After this self-imposed break, you will find that you and your next partner will enjoy yourselves much more between the sheets.' Well now, I have been lucky enough to have shagged several delectable girls recently but I am still far from reaching the point where I should be heeding Lizzie Dickerson's warning!

Brasenose College, Oxford, October 3rd, (Before Barnes Lecture)

Let me continue where I left off yesterday. After taking a leisurely hot bath, I shaved and changed before going down to breakfast where Charles Farleigh-Windsor was naturally eager to know how far I had progressed with the delectable Miranda. I gave a small smile and said: 'Charles, you'll agree that a gentleman does not even mention the names of the ladies with whom he is involved, let alone brag about his conquests. So please don't ask me to say anything more about Miranda. However, I do believe that she and I will become firm friends. Unfortunately she is leaving Oxford in a few days time.'