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.
Incidentally, there was no dining car on your train was there. You must be ravenous. I'll ask Fletcher to call us in for dinner at seven and skip tea. If all goes according to plan, we'll need to have worked off our evening meal by the time Harriet clocks off.' I raised my eyebrows and asked Julian if he had already made any firm arrangements with Harriet. He gave me a sly wink and answered: 'Have patience, Henry, all will be revealed in good time. It's possible that she might not be able to sneak off till quite late so I'll challenge you to five frames of snooker after dinner if we have to wait an hour or two for her.' Fletcher the butler may have had to press Harriet into service to help him serve dinner, but there were no signs of any problems in the kitchen. Mrs. Sawyer (the cook at Clayton Towers since Julian was a small boy) produced a mouth-watering dinner of Hors d'Oeuvres Variee, Noisettes d'Agneau aux Primeurs; Pommes Mozerre;
Epinards au Beurre; Salade Vosigienne; Tarte de Framboises et Groseilles; Compote de Peches, Glaces Vanille et Chocolat and I should record that the lovely Harriet proved herself an adept waitress.
After this magnificent blow-out feast, which we washed down with two bottles of a very decent hock (a '99 Niersteiner Pettenthal as Julian later informed me) we retired to the drawing room where Fletcher was waiting to pour out coffee and liqueurs for us. 'I think I'll skip the port,' I said as I flopped into an armchair. 'As it is, I'm feeling rather tired and I need to sharpen up if we're planning to remove to the games room afterwards.' 'I'll also forgo my usual cognac. I need to keep my aim steady,' said Julian meaningfully. 'So just a small black coffee for me, Fletcher. Henry?'
'I'll have the same, please,' I said and after the butler passed us two Crown Derby dessert cups, he retired from the room. A few sips of the strong Mocha coffee swiftly cleared my head and I heaved myself up from the chair, prepared to challenge Julian to the frames of snooker. 'Game for it?' he said carelessly, putting down his coffee cup on a side table. 'Personally, I'd much prefer a bloody good fuck! I might have sounded blase when I told you that Harriet was tiring me out, but talking about how she seduced me in the bathroom has made me feel so randy that every time she sidled up to me at dinner, my prick shot up like a bullet out of a gun. By gad, Henry! I can hardly wait to slide my stiffie back inside her tight juicy pussey.' He sighed and glanced up at the clock. 'You're right though, old boy, we could both use a little warm-up to work off Mrs.
Sawyer's delicious dinner. Marvellous cook, isn't she? Trouble is, she tends to spoil me and I always put on weight when I come home during the vacations!' 'Well, if it's any comfort, the latest medical opinion is that a five minute fuck is the equivalent of putting yourself through a one hundred yard dash or a good brisk country walk,' I remarked. Julian rubbed his hands together and chuckled: 'Then let's hope that we'll run a mile or two tonight, eh? Come on, let's walk up to the games room, that's where Harriet will expect to find us.' Sir Talbot Clayton, Julian's father, is a keen devotee of snooker and billiards and has recently purchased a full-size twelve foot table. Frankly, there was little excuse for poor shots on such a magnificent table with its low, last cushions and a bed of superfine baize cloth. But after forty-five minutes play, neither Julian or myself had managed to make a break of more than twenty, for we were finding it impossible to concentrate fully on our game. 'Damn! I'm playing like a one-armed drunkard,' I muttered softly after I missed potting an easy red. Julian looked up for the umpteenth time to see if there was any sign of Harriet and he also fluffed his shot. 'Isn't it about time she made an appearance?
Perhaps she's changed her mind. I commented.' 'I can't believe Harriet would do that although it is getting rather late. Old Fletcher has probably got her helping the kitchen staff clear up,' he offered as he put down his cue on the table. 'Still, I'm also fed up with waiting for her. Why don't we go down to the kitchen and see for ourselves what's happening below stairs?' 'Very well,' I said approvingly and we strolled down to the hall. Julian put his finger to his lips and said: 'Quiet now, Henry. It would be best if we can find out whether Harriet is still working without any of the other servants knowing we're down here.' We crept down the stairs to the kitchen where we could hear the scullery maids chattering as they finished the washing up. 'I don't think she's in there,' hissed Julian softly and motioned me to follow him back up the stairs to a small landing and round a corner to the door of the butler's pantry. Here we heard the low murmur of voices and then a high-pitched, girlish giggle coming from inside the room. 'Sounds as if Fletcher has company,' he whispered angrily. 'Damn it, if Harriet's playing around with him as well, I've a good mind to dismiss the pair of them!' Julian scowled and pushed open the door where, to everyone's embarrassment, he revealed the old retainer with his trousers round his ankles, engaged in pistoning his prick between the jiggling bottom cheeks of a dark-haired chambermaid who was standing naked in front of him with the top half of her body bent across a table. They were so bound up in the enjoyment of their coupling that at first we stood unseen and watched in silence as Fletcher reached round to cup her pert breasts in his hands whilst he slewed his shaft in and out of her sopping slit. But then Fletcher turned round and the shock of seeing us standing there made him stand stock still with his cock embedded in the girl's cunt. This made her turn her head and she gave a little scream, horrified to see us gaping at them. The embarrassed silence was broken by Fletcher. 'Is there anything I can do for you, gentlemen?' he said hoarsely. Julian cleared his throat and replied somewhat shamefacedly: 'No, no, don't mind us, there's no rush. We're quite happy to wait till you've finished, aren't we, Henry?' 'Most certainly,' I agreed, and although it appeared that the girl was not overmuch annoyed by our presence – perhaps because she was not unhappy at having Fletcher's cock stuffed inside her tingling cunney – I hurriedly added: 'Please forgive our hasty intrusion. Julian was living me a guided tour of the house.' We withdrew hastily but not before we heard the girl say: 'Come on Martin, let's carry on where we left off.' I am somewhat ashamed to admit that Julian and I could not resist taking an ungentlemanly peep through the large keyhole of the door. The butler showed that he was no slouch for he was fucking the saucy girl at a steady, regular pace. 'Ooooh!' she gasped as he achieved maximum penetration of her love channel by bending forward and twiddling her large raspberry titties between his fingers as he pumped in and out of her juicy snatch. I must admit that the sight of Fletcher's glistening tadger sliding in and out between the girl's rounded bum cheeks gave me an instant erection. She felt behind her and caressed his tight, hairy ballsack which she gently squeezed whilst he pounded away behind her. Her arse responded to each lusty shove as he drove home again and again until his sturdy shaft excited her to such raging peaks of lust that she cried out: 'More! More! Empty your balls now, quickly now, that's it, that's it!' Fletcher permitted himself to smile broadly as he speeded up the tempo of the fuck to breakneck speed and then his torso went rigid as he croaked out: 'Here you are then, brace yourself!' 'Y-e-s-s-s! Y-e-s-s-s! Y-e-s-s-s!' she panted
