Anonymous - The Secret Chronicles of Henry Dashwood, Vol. 2

'Of course not,' I gasped, and so, without further ado, she lowered herself upon me and my knob slid effortlessly into her warm, wet honeypot until our pubic bushes were again entangled. We stayed stock still, savouring the delicious erotic feel of each other's bodies. Then she-settled so that the cheeks of her lovely bottom pressed down upon the tops of my thighs and my cock throbbed inside her juicy quim when she twitched her shoulders and I watched her superb bare breasts swinging unencumbered above me. I raised my arms and rubbed her erect nipples against my palms. 'M'mmm,' she purred, lifting herself a fraction and leaning forward so that her breasts were now brushing my chest. I slid my hands underneath to fondle the smooth soft orbs and hard rubbery titties. Now Miranda leaned further forward and stuck out her tongue, thrusting it deep inside my mouth. As I began to jerk my hips, moving my cock up and down inside her cunt, so her tongue moved in unison, exploring and probing around my gums. The wetness in my mouth was soon matched by the wetness of Miranda's cunney. I slightly adjusted my position so that I could feel her pussey hair and clitty rubbing along the upper side of my shaft and she responded to my movements, sliding to and fro with little squeals of joy. 'How does that feel?' she breathed as I stretched out my arms to clutch her jiggling bum cheeks, taking control of the pace of this gloriously relaxed fuck, moving Miranda at an easy pace, pulling her down then urging her back up. I sighed with delight at the sensation as her pussey lips opened and closed over my quivering cock. We began to match thrust with counter thrust and suddenly she whispered: 'How would you like to finish me off doggie-style, darling?' 'Yes, please,' I said breathlessly and in an instant she had turned herself over on to her hands and knees and raised her delicious backside high into the air. Cradling her head on her arm, she looked backwards at me through the tunnel of her parted thighs and panted: 'Go on, Henry, fuck the arse off me!' Like her breasts, Miranda's bottom was well divided and I gazed at the puckered ring of her anus and the wider crack of her cunney. Then I let out a short wild laugh when I recalled how the other night whilst we were playing snooker, Julian Clayton had said aloud: 'Well now, old bean, I don't know whether to go for the pink or the brown!' 'Shall I go through the tradesmen's entrance?' I whispered in her ear and Miranda answered: 'If you want to, but first rub some cold cream on your cock, you'll find a pot on the bedside table.' I wrenched open the jar and whilst I smeared the grease on my shaft she said: 'Do go gently, darling, I haven't been bum-fucked for goodness knows how long.'

'Of course I will,' I promised as I parted the soft rounded cheeks of her bottom and placed the tip of my knob at the entrance to the wrinkled little hole. Anxious not to hurt the lovely girl, I slowly inched my way forward until I heard her sharp intake of breath.

'It's all right, it'll get easier in a minute,' I said as I withdrew slightly and then pushed on, easing my way further and further inside the narrow sheath. Miranda strained herself to widen her legs and thus ease my passage. Not wanting to distress her I paused, ready to pull out my prick if need be. But then all at once I felt her relax and I slid all the way into her. My eyes swept down to her jiggling buttocks when she started to ride my shaft, her sphincter sliding to and fro on my rampant rod. The cold cream had lubricated my cock so well that although my shaft was trapped inside Miranda's tight back passage, I could easily ride along with her and I watched in fascination as my shaft appeared and disappeared into Miranda's bum. I slid my arms round her ribs to play with her titties and Miranda rubbed her clitty as she moved her anus up and down on my hot, twitching tool. Then she turned her head and panted: 'Henry, please spend in my cunt or I might not be able to climax.'

'I'll do my level best,' I replied, although I was concerned as to whether I would be able to withdraw in time and shoot my seed into her cunney. Still, I could but try, as deeper and deeper I thrust back and forth inside her arsehole. She moaned and trembled all over as I felt the first sensations of the onrush of spunk shooting up from my balls. Swiftly I pulled out my cock from her bum and, keeping tight control of myself, I managed to stem the tide before sliding my shaft into her soaking honeypot. For both our sakes I was determined to make this lovemaking last for as long as possible in order to savour this grand fuck to the full. Miranda was also enjoying herself hugely and she spread her bum cheeks as far apart as she could so that my cock was able to slew in and out of her quim. But now though, try though I might, I could no longer hold back the flow of spunk from my bursting balls. I drew in a deep breath and plunged into her pussey one more time. 'Aaagh!' I groaned, for as I immersed my shaft inside her sopping cunt, the seed shot out of my knob and creamed her delicious quim with an unstoppable deluge of hot, sticky spunk. She rose up to meet me as I rammed into her in a series of short jabbing strokes, filling her honeypot to overflowing as jet after jet of jism spurted out of my cock and into her crack. 'Yes! Yes! Yes!'

Miranda cried out fiercely as a series of shudders jolted through her until my pace slowed and the last spasms of my spend shook through me.

We collapsed down on to the soft mattress, totally drained by the tremendous amount of energy which we had expended. I kept my promise to Miranda to stay the night with her, but at dawn I steeled myself and instead of giving her a loving morning poke, I quickly washed and dressed myself before waking her up. 'Miranda, I must get back to the college and change,' I whispered in her ear.

'It looks like being a nice bright day so may I call back here at about half past ten and we can take a stroll round the town. Funnily enough, my first tutorial is with your stepbrother, Dr Barnes, but that's not till three o'clock so we can spend the morning together.'

'Thank you, Henry, I'd like that very much,' she said, lifting her cheek from the pillow as I kissed her. 'Be careful though when you leave the hotel. Don't try and creep out as if you have something to hide, but swagger through the foyer and you'll see that no-one will attempt to question you.' 'I hope you're right,' I said with a smile, running my hand across my unshaven chin. 'Good-bye then for now, I shall be back here very soon.' Taking Miranda's advice, I sauntered down the stairs, my head held high. I returned the hall-porter's morning greeting with a curt nod as he swung open the door for me and I walked off briskly down the road. As I write up this entry the wise words of Lizzie Dickerson come to mind. One evening after I had emptied my balls into Lizzie's squelchy cunt, she said to me: 'Henry, fucking is the finest sport of all for a red blooded young man like yourself. However, never forget that every fuck should be different from the last. If you become blase and reach the stage where one fuck is much like another so that afterwards you cannot recall the particular taste of the girl who you fucked, then you should abstain from carnal joys for a time. After this self-imposed break, you will find that you and your next partner will enjoy yourselves much more between the sheets.' Well now, I have been lucky enough to have shagged several delectable girls recently but I am still far from reaching the point where I should be heeding Lizzie Dickerson's warning!

Brasenose College, Oxford, October 3rd, (Before Barnes Lecture)

Let me continue where I left off yesterday. After taking a leisurely hot bath, I shaved and changed before going down to breakfast where Charles Farleigh-Windsor was naturally eager to know how far I had progressed with the delectable Miranda. I gave a small smile and said: 'Charles, you'll agree that a gentleman does not even mention the names of the ladies with whom he is involved, let alone brag about his conquests. So please don't ask me to say anything more about Miranda. However, I do believe that she and I will become firm friends. Unfortunately she is leaving Oxford in a few days time.'