as, with a final tremble, the butler ejaculated inside her seething slit and she yelped with glee as the glorious sensations of her climax swept through her and she lasciviously twisted her bum to draw out the last drains of spunk from Fletcher's twitching tool.
'M'mm, what a marvellous fuck. Time for another one?' said the girl brightly. But the butler looked down at his shrunken shaft and shook his head sadly. 'Sorry, my dear, twenty years ago I might have been able to carry on, but these days I'm afraid my old cock isn't up to it,' he sighed as he pulled up his pants and trousers. 'Of course, I don't know whether Mr. Julian or his friend would be interested to help out if you care to ask them to oblige you.' The girl's eyes gleamed and before I had a chance to react she pulled open the door and said: 'Oh yes, what a good idea! How about it, boys? I'll suck one of you off whilst the other fucks my tight little cunt.' Now we were the ones to be caught out and we half retreated back down the corridor. I confess that right then I would have liked nothing better than to fuck her juicy young pussey, especially as I had seen her tongue pass sensuously over her top lip as she looked directly at the bulge which had formed between my legs whilst I was watching her performance with Fletcher. However, whether out of embarrassment or because of Harriet, a red-faced Julian sensibly answered: 'Thank you for the kind offer, but I don't think our cocks are available this evening. Nevertheless, I'm sure I can speak for Mr. Henry if I say that we would both be delighted to fuck you tomorrow night.' His answer disappointed the salacious wench, for her face fell and she said: 'What a shame! Never mind though, I'll finish work at around seven o'clock tomorrow so if you and Mr. Henry would care to come up to my room after dinner, I'll promise you both a warm welcome.' 'Well, thank you, we'll look forward to it,' I said quickly flashing her a friendly smile. Julian frowned: 'Fletcher, have you any idea where Harriet has got to? I fancy an early night and my bed needs turning down,' he said. 'I'm so sorry that you were inconvenienced, sir,' the butler apologised. 'I am afraid that because of the reduced numbers below stairs, we are all finding it takes longer to complete our work and dinner in the servants' hall finished thirty minutes later than usual. She went upstairs half an hour ago, sir, and is probably carrying out her duties as we talk.' 'Jolly good show,' said Julian and he beckoned Fletcher to come closer to him. He lowered his voice as he continued: 'You may care to try this little tip to get the old pego up again. Dab some mustard up your backside, a chappie at college told me about this old country remedy last term.' 'I'll bear that in mind, sir,' said Fletcher with just a hint of a shudder as we made our exit. Julian said cheerfully: 'Splendid! With any luck Harriet will be ready and waiting for us in my bedroom!' We raced up the stairs and burst into Julian's bedroom where sure enough Harriet was lying stark naked on top of the eiderdown, one hand holding a copy of The Cremorne and the other sliding gracefully to and fro on top of the flaxen fluff between her thighs. 'Ah, I wondered where you two had gone when I didn't see you in the games room,' the voluptuous girl exclaimed as she put down the ribald magazine and took her hand away from her pussey. 'Look, my finger's all wet as I had to start without you!' 'Oh dear, sincere apologies, Harriet,' said Julian as he bent down to suck on a large tawny nipple. Harriet responded by rubbing her palm against his stiffening shaft and he gasped out: 'Let's not waste any further time. Harriet, this is Henry Dash wood, one of my best friends from school.' 'Pleased to meet you, Henry,' Harriet said coquettishly. 'I hope that you and Mister Julian have primed your cocks for a good night's fucking because I'm warning you both now that I'm feeling very, very randy!' 'I should say we have,' growled Julian as he pulled off his jacket and threw it across the room we've just been spectators to a highly arousing scene.'
Harriet cocked an eyebrow inquisitively and said to me: 'Get your togs off, Henry, first come first served.' Well, normally I would have been out of my clothes faster than The Mephistopheles. However, call me old-fashioned if you will, but I decided it only right and proper that my host fucked the delicious girl before me. And to be frank, as one should always be when recording any event in a diary, I will also admit that I felt unusually shy about shagging this nubile blonde less than a minute after making her acquaintance! I undressed carefully folding my clothes on a hangar whilst I watched Harriet trace her fingers over her plump breasts before letting her hands fall against her furry blonde bush. She smiled knowingly as she rubbed her thumb against her pouting pussey lips and said in an impudent tone: 'Hurry up now, you two. Otherwise I shall cover up the display of goods and offer the merchandise to other potential customers.' I turned away to place my hangar on the hook of the wardrobe door and turned back to see that Julian was already up on the bed kneeling face to face with the gorgeous girl who was holding his throbbing tool in her fist, frigging it gently from the root to just below the crown. Except for the rhythmic movement of Harriet's hand, they were still, their bodies pressed together, their lips and tongues engaged in a lascivious exploration of each other's mouths.
Julian's stiff cock pressed against the softly accommodating pillow of her smooth white belly. Then, moving back slightly, he reached around her waist to grasp Harriet's rotund bum cheeks and she responded by rotating her hips in slow, voluptuous circles. She now reached down herself to guide his majestic stiffstander into the slippery channel of her juicy cunt. My own prick thickened as I saw Julian's blunt, fleshy helmet hover between her pink cunney lips before sliding easily into her welcoming crack. Harriet's hands slipped down to clasp his taut buttocks and she arched her hips upwards to gain even more pleasure from his thrusting cock which was now gliding sweetly in and out of her sticky honeypot.
'H-a-a-r-g-h!' groaned Julian as they fell backwards on the bed and he fairly bounced up and down on her pneumatic curves. Meanwhile Harriet clawed at his back as she attempted to pull him even closer inside her. She began to rotate her hips, lifting her bum off the eiderdown and gyrating wildly. Julian rode the excited young girl like a top jockey at Glorious Goodwood in sight of the winning post. He too was caught in the frenzy and I could not only see but hear the slip-slap of his balls bouncing against her bottom and the erotic squelch of his blue-veined truncheon pumping in and out of her wet quim. 'I'm there! Oh God I'm there! Fill my cunt with your spunky juice, you randy rascal!' Harriet suddenly yelled out as the power of her climax crackled through her. I shot a quick look at the door, for although Julian's parents might be away, there were still servants in the house who might be tempted to take a peep through the keyhole, as he had done earlier. 'Woooh! Woooh! Shoot your load, you big-cocked boy!' Harriet all but screamed. I can't recall any girl I have made love to making quite such a racket but Harriet was oblivious to everything except the flood of Julian's seed which was now flooding into her and driving them both to ecstatic heights.
'What a fuck! I could spend the rest of my life with a thick stiff prick up my snatch,' purred Harriet. She stretched her legs languidly whilst Julian rolled over to lie next to her, his chest heaving from the force of his strenuous exertion. My penis was now fairly aching, standing stiffly upright against my tummy and as hard as a rock. The stimulating sight of Harriet's relaxed body – the soft white globes of her breasts with their erect brown nipples and the moist mass of blonde, fluffy hair around her pouting love lips – only excited me further. 'Do come and join us, Mister Henry,' she invited, but still feeling a trifle shy, I smiled nervously and hesitatingly approached the bed. When I neared Harriet, her hand snaked out and she wrapped her fingers around my shaft. 'H'mm, this is a nice-looking cock, not too big but just the thickness which I prefer,' she said reflectively. 'But my little quimmy would just adore some loving kisses. Are you a skilled pussey-eater?' Of course, Harriet was unaware of the superb coaching in l' arte de faire l'amour I had been given by the Matron of the Albion Academy and I said to her: 'Well, I'll be pleased to prove to you just how good I am,' Without further ado I positioned myself between her legs and dived down to nuzzle my lips around her damp pussey fuzz.
'Ooooh,' she cried out happily and I became wildly excited as I inhaled her pungent cunney odour. I clamped my hands around the jiggling, rounded cheeks of her shapely backside and pulled her closer to my mouth. The tip of my tongue flicked unerringly around her damp crack which opened like the petals of a flower as she lifted her behind off the bed to enable me to slip my tongue neatly inside her cunt. Immediately I found her clitty which I started to lick in long, languorous strokes. As I continued to tongue fuck the trembling girl, her excited pussey began to gush out a fountain of aromatic love juice which ran over my lips and dribbled down my chin. I spread her cunt wider and I inserted a finger inside her dripping slit whilst I nipped playfully at her clitty which I felt harden as Harriet wavered upon the edge of an explosive spend. Then a tremendous shudder ran through her and she spent copiously, drenching my mouth with a mix of Julian's jism and her own tangy cuntal juices which I gulped down with real enjoyment. 'Henry, I'm ready for your cock now,' she breathed and eagerly I stretched up and positioned myself on my hands above her quivering body. Her hand slid down and pulled my knob towards the slippery entrance to her honeypot and my muscles tensed as the swollen dome of my bell-end thrillingly teased its way between the yielding rolled cunney lips and plunged directly into her wet willing furrow. Waves of indescribably exquisite pleasure crashed through every fibre of my body and I was sorely tempted to ram my rigid rod at great speed in and out of Harriet's delectable cunt. However, I gritted my teeth and managed to hold back, pistoning my palpitating prick in and out of her clinging cunney at a reasonable pace, sliding all the way in and then withdrawing all but the very tip of my helmet before plunging in again to the hilt. Connoisseurs of fucking will know that the vast majority of girls enjoy this mode of shagging and it certainly had the desired effect upon Harriet whose behind rolled around as she
