The Secret Chronicles of Henry Dashwood, Vol. 2

'Thus enjoined, we sank to the floor and Harriet laid herself down on the pile of towels she had brought into the bath-room. She parted her thighs and moved my hand away to spread her cunney lips with her own forefinger, revealing the red chink between them.

'“Go on, big boy, fuck my sweet little pussey,” she muttered.

That was all I needed to hear! With a groan I rammed my cock deep into her juicy cunt and she jerked her bottom to absorb more of my slippery shaft until it was fully engulfed inside her clingy cunney.

My balls dangled against her bum cheeks as she wrapped her legs around my waist to hold me firmly inside her. 'Dear Lord, what a marvellous fuck that was! I plunged my prick in and out of her clinging crack in time with the ever quickening upward thrusts of her hips. Suddenly I could feel her love channel tighten and she cried out: “Oooh! Oooh! Fuck me hard, Mister Julian! Oooh yes, I'm going to come!' 'I could feel the surge building up inside her and the contractions of her cunney muscles immediately sent the spunk to my cock. Harriet shuddered in ecstasy and, at the same time, I drenched her cunt with a stream of sticky seed which mingled with her own flood of pungent love juice. 'We lay together on the floor, panting, and then she wriggled out from underneath me. Whilst she dried herself with a bath towel she remarked pertly: “What a skilled cocksman you are, sir, you must have made love to lots of the maids working at Clayton Towers.” '“You're quite wrong, my dear, I haven't shagged any of the girls on our staff since I was sixteen and had my very first knee-trembler with Elsie, our former scullery maid, behind the greenhouse,” I replied mildly. She looked at me in some surprise and said: 'Well, I can tell that you haven't just played with yourself since then! Surely, there weren't many opportunities to fuck at that posh boarding school you went to.” Without mentioning Lizzie Dickerson's name or giving away too many details, whilst Harriet began to dress herself, I explained to her how a kind female connected with the school had assisted senior boys through the rite of passage into manhood. 'I noticed with some surprise that Harriet had slipped on her chemise, blouse and skirt although her knickers were still lying on the floor, but I decided it might be rude to point this out to her, so I made no comment and continued: “First love can be idyllic or a totally disastrous experience, and like my friends who were also chosen to receive these special private lessons, I count myself extremely fortunate to have been instructed in the mechanics of copulation by such a wonderful teacher.” '“Well, this lady certainly did a good job and I bet you came top of the class,” said Harriet with a smile and with that she checked how she looked in the mirror. Then she picked up her knickers from the floor and threw them at me. '“There you are,” she giggled gaily as she skipped to the door which she unlocked and as she left she winked at me and went on: “A memento of our first fuck, which is more than your brother Nick received after I tossed him off before he left for Bristol last Thursday morning.”' Julian paused and tramped over to the sideboard to refill our glasses from the silver-mounted spirit decanter. 'Lucky old Nick,' I observed. He looked up at me with a frown and grunted: 'Lucky indeed but hardly old, Henry, my young scamp of a brother is only just fifteen!' I rose from my chair and joined him at the sideboard where I pressed the handle of the siphon and splashed a dash of soda into my whisky as I asked: 'Why did Harriet's remark upset you? I'm damned sure Nick was delighted with his first experience of having a soft female hand slide up and down his shaft. Come now, old boy, when we were Nick's age, wouldn't we have given almost anything to have a girl like that to want our cocks? Of course we would! Come to think of it, I wouldn't turn down an offer of Harriet's fist now or at some time in the future!'

Julian grinned and shrugged his shoulders as I passed the siphon to him. 'You're absolutely right. I would have signed over part of my inheritance for a lass like Harriet to rub my prick when I was fifteen,' he admitted with a heavy sigh. 'And I shouldn't be jealous, but I wouldn't be surprised if Nick actually gets to fuck her when he returns from his trip, the randy young so-and-so.' 'M'mra, I hope I shall have my chance to poke this willing little miss,' I said thoughtfully as I returned to my armchair. 'Oh, you've no worries on that score,' said Julian lightly. 'Anyway, you will make Harriet's acquaintance at dinner tonight. As you heard Fletcher tell me, there is a shortage of servants with Hobart and Emily away with my parents, and another two maids down with chills even this early in the season.

Consequently, Harriet will be waiting at table this evening.