The Secret Chronicles of Henry Dashwood, Vol. 2

I had no wish to become embroiled in any argument, so I hauled myself up and was about to pad out into the bathroom when Elena pulled me back and said: 'Don't be aggrieved, Cassandra, I was not to know that you had designs on young Henry here.' To my discomfiture, Elena threw back the blankets and exposed my naked body, saying: 'But Henry possess the most beautiful penis? Look at the way his truncheon thickens when I rub my hand up and down it. If he hasn't yet fucked you, my dear, I am pleased to state without any reservation that you're in for a lovely treat.' 'Take hold of his cock and feel the warm, skin as smooth as polished ivory,' she urged her daughter, who needed no encouragement to wrap her fingers around my stiffening shaft. I stayed silent for I was happy enough for my tadger to be toyed with by these two pretty women. Cassie sat down on the bed and planted a quick butterfly kiss on my uncapped pink knob. 'Henry has already fucked me so I am well acquainted with his delicious prick,' she commented. 'I do agree with you, Mama, that it is a most attractive specimen. Perhaps Henry will let you make a nice water colour of it for my bedroom wall. I'm sure you could capture the nice way that the curly hair around the root sets off his shaft and his hairy ballsack.' 'What a splendid idea,' said Elena and at last I was brought into the conversation as she looked at me and asked me a question that I had never been asked before and am unlikely ever to be asked again! 'Henry, you wouldn't mind my making a picture of your cock and balls, would you?' 'Please feel free,' I replied and Elena continued: 'Why don't we bring him off together? Then you can take him back to your room for the rest of the night.' 'Fair enough,' said Cassie and mother and daughter immediately went to work with a will. There was room enough for them both to encircle their hands around the ample girth of my pulsating prick and they pressed their heads down to lick and lap on my twitching tool. Elena and Cassie jostled their heads together to suck upon my fleshy lollipop and their sensuous palating was too much for me to bear. Very shortly a fountain of spunk burst out of my cock in a tidal rush of sticky jism into their mouths and they smacked their lips as they gulped down my copious spermatic emission. Their soft hands traced patterns along the distended blue vein along the length of my shaft until I finished my cum in an ecstatic shudder of sexual relief. I lay back and let the pair lick the last drains of semen off my shaft and then Cassie said cheerfully: 'Good night, Mama, we'll see you in the morning. I am glad there are no secrets between us.' Then she gave my shrunken chopper a friendly tug and added: 'Come on, Henry, we must be off. I'll take your shoes and socks if you will carry the rest of your clothes.' I meekly obeyed and once in the safety of Cassie's room, she dragged me on to the bed and our limbs were soon entwined in a fiercely passionate kiss. It was clear that Cassie wanted to be fucked but my poor cock was hors de combat and even the most lubricious sucking by Cassie failed to stiffen my shaft. The disappointment was plain to see on her face as she flipped my limp tool back over my thighs. So I ruffled her hair in my hand and said gently: 'Cassie, all I need is a little rest and I'll be sporting a terrific boner, you just wait and see.' 'I hope you're right or you'll have to fish out my Ladies Comforter which Fanny gave me for my sixteenth birthday,' said Cassie in a relieved voice. 'She gave you a Comforter as a present on your sixteenth birthday,' I spluttered. 'Do you mean to say that this is the sort of gift that girls give each other as opposed to perfume or small articles of clothing?' Cassie gave a short laugh and said: 'Does this shock you, Henry? Clearly, it has never struck you that girls as well as boys have sexual desires. You are fortunate that you can bring yourselves off very easily, but like many of my friends, I find that frigging myself with a dildo is more satisfying than finger-fucking.

When one also thinks of the number of married women who cannot count upon regular conjugal relations with their husbands-such as Army and Navy wives who are separated from their menfolk for months on end.