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 arched her back, working her wet cunney back and forth against my hard, thrusting tool. 'Oooh, my pussey's all of a-tingle,' Harriet gasped as she looked to her right and swivelled my head round in the same direction. In a free-standing long mirror which she had set up against the wall whilst she was waiting for Julian and myself, we could see ourselves in action. This was an arousing new experience and it was extremely stimulating to watch myself sheath my shaft so fully inside her juicy love funnel that I could see my balls nestling against the back of Harriet's thighs. I could feel the inexorable rise of spunk now rising up from my tightened ballsack so I started to stroke my cock backwards and forwards, faster and faster, building up to a gigantic spend. I let out a hoarse growl as squirts of sticky warm froth seethed out of my prick. Gush after gush of jism flooded into her cunt until the last dribbles oozed out of my knob, but I continued to drive my still-stiff shaft to and fro until Harriet also cried out with delight as she thrashed around in the throes of a shattering climax. 'Lord above, Mister Henry doesn't your cock shrivel down after spending?' enquired Harriet as she slicked her hand up and down my shaft which was of course coated with her pussey juice.