The Secret Chronicles of Henry Dashwood, Vol. 2

Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! My fine young Oxford scholar, I award you a first class degree in fucking!' We laughed merrily and my balls slapped in slow cadence against her bottom as I moved down, up, and down again, increasing the pace when I felt she was near to her spend. I changed the tempo to one of short, sharp jabs as Elena rotated her bum cheeks as I thrust in and out of her squelchy cunt. Then I let out a low growl as my balls tightened and I felt the stream of seed shooting upwards. 'Go on, Henry, cream my cunt,' she cried out, cleverly tightening the muscles of her cunney around my shaft in a long, rippling seizure which ran from the root to the very tip of my prick. Then she relaxed, and at once the spunk burst out of my cock, forcing its way, hot and seething into every recess of her cunney as gush after gush jetted through my shaft, washing the walls of her love funnel with white, foamy seed. In near-delirium Elena screamed out: 'Yes! Yes! Yes!' as she writhed from side to side. Her teeth sank into my shoulder as she arched her body upwards, crushing her soft breasts against my chest whilst the force of a final stupendous spend rocketed through her body. 'M'mm, that was exquisite,' breathed Elena as she collapsed back on to the pillow. Our love juices leaked out into a tiny pool of wetness between her thighs, and as she stretched out her hand to turn down the lamp, I reached down and smeared our mingled cum all over her succulent titties. A warm wave of fatigue washed over me and it soon became impossible to prevent myself falling into a delicious light sleep, as I cradled Elena in my arms. I was woken by a strange hand lightly pulling my ear. 'What the deuce -' I began and then I saw the slender figure of Cassie standing beside the bed, clad in a dressing gown and holding a lamp in one hand and my ear in the other! 'I was wondering where you had got to,' she whispered but she brusquely cut off my profuse apologies. 'It's all right, Henry, I'm cross but I don't blame you as much as my Mama who really should keep her hands off my boyfriends. I know she has had to make do without since Nathan, the gardener's boy, left our employ last July but really, she might have asked me if I didn't mind sharing before seducing you like this.

'I don't condemn her affairs though. Thankfully the times when women were simply expected to lie back and think of England during love-making are slowly passing and if Papa cannot satisfy her needs, I don't see why Mama should not look outside her marriage for sexual satisfaction. Enough men do – look at the number of mistresses kept by the King – so why shouldn't women do the same?' 'Why not indeed,'

I agreed as Elena stirred and her eyes fluttered open. 'Hello darling,' she murmured sleepily when she saw her daughter standing beside and showing no concern that Cassie had caught her in flagrant delecto. Elena mumbled: 'Oh darling, I suppose I owe you an explanation,' but Cassie shook her head. 'Not really, Mama.

Although I did wish for Henry to pleasure me tonight,' she added.