The Secret Chronicles of Henry Dashwood, Vol. 2

'Yes, and you would have been able to pole-vault over the winning line as well,' I laughed, for as Julian knew, I was the lucky recipient of Mrs. Dickerson's accolade, a sensuous sucking-off which makes my shaft stiffen at the mere memory of the delectable way she swirled her wet tongue all over my quivering cock. 'And this would apply to any chap if he had been informed that he would win a lovely long gobble from the Matron,' he grunted and then continued: 'Not surprisingly, thinking about Lizzie Dickerson made my prick spring to life of its own accord and even before I began to stroke my shaft, it had swelled up to bursting point. I stood admiring myself in front of the full length mirror for a little while and then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Harriet standing in the doorway with-a pile of clean towels in her hands. She was also staring at my love truncheon in the mirror. '“For heaven's sake, Harriet, why didn't you knock?” I snapped irritably as, greatly embarrassed, I hurriedly threw a towel around my waist. But, to my utter astonishment, the little minx took no notice and calmly came into the bathroom, dropped her towels on the floor and proceeded to lock the door behind her without so much as a by your leave. Then to my amazement she said: 'Oh, you must forgive me, sir, but looking at your enormous stiffie has made my pussey go all wet.' 'I was so shocked that I stayed stock still. Harriet walked over and pulling down my towel, she exposed my slowly shrinking shaft. 'Now, now, we can't let this lovely thick prick be so shy,' she mumbled. 'She knelt down and ran her fingers along my penis before squeezing my shaft in her soft hands.

This was all the encouragement it needed to swell up again to its fullest extent and I gave a little groan when Harriet cupped my balls in one hand. '“Does that feel nice, Mr. Julian?” she muttered, but I was now far too excited to reply coherently and all I could do was to let out a tiny growl which made Harriet giggle. “Well, if you liked that, young sir, let's see what you think of this.' 'With those words, she leaned forward and, to my amazement, kissed my cock and washed my knob with the tip of her tongue. My God! The feeling was just unbelievable when she sucked my shaft into her hot, wet mouth. My balls started to tighten as they filled with cum and I thrust frenziedly forward, almost choking her whilst she slurped lustily on my raging tool. 'I was close to shooting my load although she had been sucking me for barely half a minute and she clearly felt my urgency for she sucked even harder as she gently squeezed my ballsack.

This sent me over the top and sent a rush of seed up the channel of my pulsating prick which exploded into her mouth, causing a torrent of jism to pour out of my cock and down her throat. 'It was as well that Harriet had unbuttoned her blouse because although she swallowed as much of my spunk as she could, she found it impossible to contend with the huge gush of semen which overflowed on to her chin and dripped down into the valley between her breasts. 'Finally, she licked round my knob and gave my still semi-stiff chopper another kiss. “My word, Mr. Julian, you didn't half let fly a tremendous spurt just then,” she said with admiration. “I've never had a problem swallowing cum before but you were fairly choking me with spunk!” 'Somewhat dazed, I said: “Thank you, Harriet,” but she countered this with a shake of her head and said: “No, thank you, sir.” 'Then she lifted up her skirt and added provocatively. “Oh dear, my pussey's absolutely soaking. I'm sorry, but I'll just have to take off these knickers.” '“There's no need to apologise,” I said thickly as she pulled down her drawers and the sight of her damp thatch sent my shaft swelling up again into its former rock-hard state. Now it was Harriet's turn to look surprised and she said: “Goodness gracious, how can you prime your cock for some more action so quickly? I was going to save the pleasure of being fucked by your meaty cock till tomorrow, but seeing as you're raring to go and my cunney is already so wet, there doesn't seem any point in waiting, does there?” '“No, there doesn't,” I said hoarsely whilst Harriet unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off her shoulders. Then she unhooked her skirt and stepped out of the garment leaving her clad only in a chemise which she pulled over her head so that she stood naked in front of me. 'She pulled me against her smooth body and, as our mouths meshed together, I slid my hands around her jouncy big breasts, brushing the pinky-brown nipples which hardened beneath my fingers and made her gasp with delight. After a while she moved my hand downwards, still holding my face hard against her bosoms which I nibbled greedily, grazing the randy young vixen's erect buds.