He ripped out a colourful oath and his artists case went flying as he executed a wild ballet before he fell awkwardly to the ground. I rushed over to assist him to his feet but Willie had twisted his right ankle quite badly and even when leaning on my shoulder, the poor man could only walk with great difficulty.
As fate would have it, the wind now began to freshen appreciably and a grey cloud scudded over the sun. I said to him: 'Look, let's get you over to the stables where you can rest whilst I run to the house and bring a couple of servants to help you back.'
'I think that might be best, Hilary,' he replied as he bent down to pick up his case. 'I'm sorry to put you to all this trouble!
'Oh, that's all right, Willie, accidents will happen,' I said. As I assisted him to hobble towards the stable door the first drops of a sharp summer shower pattered down upon us.
'Ah, that's much better! he sighed with relief when I helped him sit down on a pile of fresh straw. 'My ankle only hurts when I put any pressure on it. So there's no need for you to get soaked, Hilary: wait till the rain dies away before you make your way back to the house!
'Very well,' I agreed. Then I suddenly realized that at least this unfortunate situation gave me the perfect opportunity to practise my skill at Chinese massage, a technique which had recently been shown to me by none other than Lady Molly Southard at one of Johnny Wood's wild parties in Chelsea before I was summoned back home. Of course, being Molly she was only interested in massaging my pussey. But in the end she did agree to demonstrate this technique-which she had learned on her visit to Hong Kong last year-on a less private part of my anatomy.
'Well, I don't suppose it could do any harm,' said Willie doubtfully. But he complied with my instruction to divest himself of his shoes, socks and of course his trousers which were badly soiled with cow dung whilst I took off my jacket and rolled up the sleeves of my dress.
'Now just lie back and relax,' I said and, laying my hands carefully around his lower leg, I began to massage the affected ankle. At first Willie grimaced with pain but after a minute or so he remarked: 'My dear Hilary, there's no doubt about it, you have been blessed with healing hands. My ankle feels much less painful already'
I smiled at him and replied: 'I'm so pleased, Willie. It's a simple enough technique used in the Orient by friends to ease away aches and pains.
'The girl who taught it to me says that it is also a wonderful way to enhance friendships,' I added softly as I moved my hands up to stroke his muscular thighs. I could see the outline of what appeared to be a sizeable cock begin to twitch against the white cotton of his drawers.
Willie looked at me with a twinkle in his steely grey eyes as he murmured: ' “Voila ou menent les chemins du plaisir.”
'The paths of pleasure lead here,' I translated, showing him that my stay at an expensive Swiss finishing school for Young Ladies had not been entirely wasted. There was a brief silence. Then he took me in his arms and our mouths clamped together in a passionate open-mouthed kiss. Willie's tongue thrust sinuously against mine as we rolled together in the straw. In no time at all he had opened up my blouse and pulled down the straps of my chemise to expose the firm swell of my bare bosom to his lustful gaze.
We helped each other ease off our clothes. I shuddered with desire when Willie's head moved down towards my breasts and his wicked tongue curled over their hardening tips. As you might remember, my nipples have always been terribly sensitive and my pussey began to moisten as he sucked on one erect bud while tweaking the other between his fingers. I was further aroused when I reached down to clasp his stiff shaft which was throbbing insistently against my leg for Willies cock was indeed something speciaclass="underline" it was so thick that I could scarcely wrap my fingers around the blue-veined barrel of his shaft.
I licked my lips as I capped and uncapped this fiery red-headed truncheon and, foregoing any further preliminaries, I lowered my head and began to suck lustily on this delicious sweetmeat. Willie moaned with pleasure as I washed his knob with saliva and licked and lapped all round the ridge of his helmet whilst his palm rubbed against my damp bush of pussey hair. Gradually we moved into the soixante-neuf position and when my crotch was level with his face he pressed his lips against my pouting slit and wiggled his tongue inside my tingling cunney. He licked out my love funnel with stylish aplomb, lapping up the freely flowing juices which were now gushing out of my excited cunt.
However, just as my pussey was about to explode into orgasm, Willie lifted his face from between my thighs and pulled my lips away from his pulsating prick. I let out a kittenish miaow of protest but Willie swallowed hard and said in a husky voice: 'I'm sorry, Hilary, but I can only cum once these days and I desperately want to make love to you.'
'That would be very nice,' I replied as I caressed his quivering cock. 'So tell me how you want to do so.'
He caressed my breasts as he continued: 'I want to fuck you at the gallop, you ravishing creature. I'm going to cram my cock into your squelchy slit and pump my prick in and out of your juicy snatch.'
'Yes! Yes! Yes!' I hissed into his ear. 'My cunney will cling to your cock and we'll cum together in a glorious spend!'
With a low growl, Willie rolled me over on my back. I lay trembling with desire, my legs apart, as he grasped his colossal cock and rubbed the huge head up and down against my puffy pussy lips.
Now, Andrew, you know that I have sampled perhaps more than my fair share of pricks, but I must tell you that I was genuinely worried that my little quim would not be able to accommodate Major William Bucknall's formidable weapon. Happily, though, my fear quickly proved to be unfounded and when he pressed home, my sopping sheath expanded to receive his massive member. I was overwhelmed by the exquisite sensations as slowly but surely he gained entry into my eager cunt.
Strands of his pubic hair entangled with mine as our groins touched and Willie whispered: 'I'm fully in you, every inch of me-and now I'm going to fuck you, my sweet girl.'
'Go on, then, fuck my arse off if you can,' I replied saucily, wrapping my legs around his tight bum cheeks whilst Willie slewed his superb shaft to and fro. We began what was to be a glorious fuck at a leisurely speed, lingering over each delicious stroke.
Then he quickened the tempo. I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts and love juices started to pour out of my cunt as his rock-hard rod squished its way in and out of my dripping snatch.
'Haaah! Go on, big boy!' I gasped as the gallant soldier speeded up the pace to a wild, frenetic pumping. I squealed with delight as my pussey pulsed furiously around Willies colossal column as we fucked away in a savage, tempestuous rhythm.
'Oh God! What a wonderful fucker you are, Willie!' I whispered breathlessly. 'But I'm ready to spend, darling, so you can cream my little cunney whenever you like!'
'I'm almost there myself he panted. 'Watch out, Hilary, here it comes!'
As his huge cock began to vibrate I felt the approach of the first tiny spasms of my own spend and then — whoosh! — I screamed with joy as my climax arrived just as Willie spurted a copious emission of frothy cum into my cunt. Billowing waves of ecstasy flowed out throughout my body from my saturated slit. Then to my surprise I felt a second sticky gush of spunk burst out of his knob while Willie shot another jet of jism inside me. What a man! What a cock! I would have loved to stay in the stables with him until his shaft had recovered its strength for another fuck, but the rain had stopped and one of the grooms might soon have come by to take out a horse for my father who often takes a mid-morning ride around the estate.