last Saturday night is too much even for such famous cocksmen as Sir Ronald Dunn or Prince Konrad Kochanski and all those other chaps I've read about in The Oyster.' I shrugged my shoulders and murmured: 'Well, old Doctor Muttley always maintained that even a gourmet can tire of caviare, lobster and champagne.' 'Maybe so, Henry, but this premise doesn't apply to me,' said Julian with an edge of irritation creeping into his voice. 'Believe me, I still adore a good poke with Harriet or any other willing wench. To be blunt, my dear chap, I just need a fresh cock to keep Harriet happy and your John Thomas was my first choice to fit the bill!' He gulped down the rest of his drink, then hauled himself out of his chair and strode quickly across to the writing desk at the window. He unlocked a drawer and brought out a photograph which he gave me on his return as he went on: 'Naturally, it goes without saying that you must not feel under any obligation in this matter. If fucking Harriet does not appeal to you, I dare say Patrick Fitz-Browne would be more than willing to help me out. But, whatever you decide, please keep mum about it for Harriet would immediately lose her situation if anyone found out what was going on.' 'Anyhow, here's a picture of Harriet which you might find of interest,' he concluded, looking intently at me whilst I studied the colour tinted photograph. One could hardly blame Julian for wanting to keep his amorata sweet for Harriet was without doubt a cut above the ordinary. She could not have been more than eighteen, and her pretty, fair-skinned features were well set off by good eyes and tresses of light hair. The top buttons of her white blouse were open giving a teasing view of the swell of her firm creamy breasts.
But what made me catch my breath was the lusty expression on her face as she looked to her right at a naked, stiff penis which she was clutching in her hand, with the uncapped knob only a few inches away from her lips! 'Hell's bells, Julian, what a smasher!' I gasped and he let out a snort of laughter and gurgled: 'Yes, isn't that the handsomest cock you've ever seen – and the girl's jolly good-looking too!' I peered at the photograph again and said: 'So it's your tadger on display, eh? So who took the photograph?' 'I did,' he said proudly. 'It was the first time I had tried this shot and it worked to perfection.' 'Isn't science wonderful?' I chuckled as I handed the photograph back to Julian who walked over to the desk and slipped it back in the drawer. 'No wonder you keep it under lock and key.' 'Absolutely, old boy,' he agreed. Knowing how from my own limited experience of l'arte de faire l'amour how foolish one can be when the blood is up, I looked up sharply at Julian and commented: 'Um, I don't wish to cast the slightest aspersion on this girl's character, but I hope she doesn't possess one of these prints?' A broad smile creased Julian's lips and he said good-humouredly: 'No, don't worry, Henry, I'm not totally daft. Giving her this photograph would be like placing a loaded gun in her hands if my mother and she ever quarrelled. Be assured, I'm well aware that fucking one of my mother's servants is not a very clever thing to do, but you must agree that Harriet is something special.' This answer relieved my disquiet and with a nod, I concurred with his estimation and said: 'She certainly is quite gorgeous, you lucky chap. Tell me, how did you know that she was fond of a bit of rumpy-pumpy?' Julian settled back in his chair and replied: 'Funnily enough it was more by accident than design. I had been out on the Cheltenham Athletic Club's paper chase. Well, I didn't win but the weather was fair and I was glad of the exercise. Anyhow, when I came home I went straight upstairs for a steaming hot bath and, after a nice long soak, I heaved myself out and wrapped myself with a towel I had taken out of the laundry-room.
'As I dried myself, it occurred to me that back at Albion Academy if Lizzie Dickerson had given the winner of the mile race a similar reward to that she gave the scorer of the winning goal against Bedinghurst, I would have broken the school record for the distance!'
'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.
'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