The Secret Chronicles of Henry Dashwood, Vol. 2

Despite my frantic efforts to prevent it by trying to recite the alphabet backwards, my shaft started to stiffen perceptibly even though my hands remained firmly in place on my thighs. This did not escape Elena's attention and she looked at me voraciously as my thick cock rose higher and higher, uncapping the red-topped helmet as it swelled to its full nine-and-a-half inches, standing smartly to attention against my belly. She laid down her pencil and said softly: 'Oh Henry, you are lucky to have been blessed with such a lovely rigid tool. It looks so powerful yet sweet enough to eat.' Naturally, I was flattered by her praise and made no move as she walked across to me and slipped her hand around my pulsating prick. Her long fingers worked up and down as she frigged my rock-hard boner up to bursting point. I put out my own hands and cupped her generous breasts, squashing the erect, rubbery nipples against my palms. 'Let go my bosoms for a moment,' she panted and then my naughty hostess whipped off her chemise Over her head to reveal that she was not wearing any knickers. I was given a brief glimpse of Elena's bushy triangle of pussey hair before she pulled me to her and our bodies crushed together in a fiercely passionate embrace. Our lips mashed together as my hand found its way inside her hairy mound, sliding my fingertips through the yielding cunney lips into the moist vaginal entrance.

Elena sighed as I began to finger-fuck her and her fist slicked up and down my quivering cock so sensuously that her rubbing quickly led to the inevitable result and the sticky jism coated her fingers as I sprinkled her belly with my seed. However, my prick remained firmly upright as we staggered towards the chair where Elena pushed me down and promptly sat herself down on my lap, pressing down the lips of her crack to the glowing helmet of my shaft. Then she lifted herself up and guiding my throbbing tool into her cunt, she sat down slowly and artfully wriggled from side to side to work my prick as far up her love funnel as possible. Her breasts jiggled up and down as she panted: 'Aaah, I love to get on top because fucking in this position gives my cunt a hard pounding, especially if the boy is as thick-pricked as you, Henry. M'mm, that's very good, fuck me harder, Henry, and I'll grind my bum around to give my clitty a good rub!'

I jerked my hips in time with her rhythm and as I arched my frame upwards, Elena gurgled with joy. I shot great gusts of spunk deep into her cunney just at the point when she also reached the pinnacle of pleasure, flinging her arms around my neck as the force of her orgasm rippled through her. Whilst we recovered our senses, I suddenly remembered why I had come to see Elena and I enquired whether she was planning to go out tonight. 'Oh no, we have guests coming to dine with us this evening,' she replied as she swung herself off me. 'I invited Sir Richard Hawton, a local landowner from Forder Green because Lady Hawton is away visiting her sister in Plymouth and he will partner me at dinner.' 'Will there be any other guests?' I asked although I knew full well that Alfred and Lester Toddington had been invited. Elena nodded and went on: 'Yes, I've arranged quite an interesting party. There will be two local gentlemen who wish to press their suits with Cassandra and Fanny, whilst I also have two very nice girls lined up for you and Charles to squire. Miss Jenny Nairman is the niece of Reverend Westhoughton, our local rural dean so you two should have something in common for Charles tells me that you father is also a country parson. She will be accompanied by another young lady named Annabel Tilgate, about whom I know little except that she lives with her parents in Belgravia, and that she and Jenny have been very close friends since their early schooldays. 'Cassandra and Fanny are aware that the Toddington twins will be here this evening but neither they nor Charles know that I have also invited Sir Richard, Jenny and Annabel. Now as I shan't take tea with you because I want to continue working here till dusk, perhaps you would pass on this message to Charles and the girls.' Before I left Elena, I spent a further fifteen minutes posing for her whilst she completed her drawing and in return for the favour, she insisted on giving me a present of her witty landscape sketch of Stonehenge in which every upright stone had been replaced with the likeness of a gigantic prick sprouting up from the ground. Charles was delighted when I conveyed Elena's news to him. 'Henry, I've read about Jenny Nairman in The Illustrated London News. She should be an interesting dinner companion as she's not only a suffragette but a member of Sir Lionel Trapes' South Hampstead set.' He repeated this to the girls at tea-time, but naturally they were somewhat less pleased to hear that Elena had provided companions this evening for Charles and myself.