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 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.'