The Henry Club

I resided in a couple of other places before moving to 1 Henshaw Cottages, off Chapel Street. Before, and after starting school my dad would take me for walks on a Saturday morning to his parent’s home down at the bottom of Coisley Hill. He always seemed happy and jingled a few coins in his pocket. We nearly always stopped over at a house on Sheffield Road where a woman invited him in, and I was ordered to wait in the back yard. If the weather was bad I sheltered in the general or covered access to the back yard.

He always came out in a good humor, but there was no jingle in his pockets. I eventually asked him what he had been up to and he started to tell me to keep my mouth shut, and gave me a penny. I had no idea that blackmail existed or indeed, what it was, but I guess that I started to learn early. Reasonable weather sometimes caused a change in activities. We set off earlier, and upon arriving at grandpa’s home, he, uncle Wally, dad and some fellows off the Blocks, at the East end of Coisley Hill, walked up the backyard to the rail tracks, climbed over the fence, crossed over the tracks and went out of sight.

Being inquisitive, after grandma gave me my usual beef dripping buttie (sandwich) and a small glass of milk, I went up the back yard, cautiously went under the fence and peered over the rail track. There I several times viewed some horrible sights. Birley West mine Intake, fresh air shaft, was located in the suburb of Intake. When Birley East was planned, they dug tunnels and drove a long cut in the form of an arc from Intake to Birley East. This cut was at the far end of grandpa’s vegetable garden, pig sty and hen house, and was the location where I crawled under the fence. I saw cock fights, dog fights, bare knuckle fist fights and clog fights. The clog fighters wore wooden clogs, not sabots, but leather boots with wood soles. Some had metallic strips nailed into the wood. The men stood together, hands on the other person’s shoulder, and kicked away at one another until one submitted. Look outs East and West were able to spot the police in ample time for the fighters and audience, and the bookies to disperse.

Wally and Fiora had two boys, Jeff, who at the time of writing is in his high 90s, Raymond who was born a year after me, Henry, and two good looking sisters, Sophia and Marlene. The houses we lived in were generally two bedrooms up and living room and kitchen down stairs. There was little privacy, the W.C.s or water closets were across the back yard and sometimes there was only one between two or three neighbors. Bath night was generally on Friday Night, if you had a set pot, a copper half sphere with a fire hole, you filled the pot, maybe 20 gallons of water, and when hot it was ladled out into the bath.

The fire was lighted at the appropriate time for whomsoever’s turn it was to have first dip in the galvanized bath tub, in clean water. If pennies were short, one stood in front of the kitchen sink, and washed all or part of ones self with fresh water straight from the cold, cold water faucet. On one of our jaunts, after speaking with grandma, dad and I went next door to Fiora’s. As we entered the kitchen, Marlene was performing her ablutions. Dad went quickly to Marlene and I thought tickled her ribs, so, not wanting to miss any thing, I did the same and for the first time supported two beautiful breasts, part covered by soap suds. Marlene turned around and said

“Henry, you are as bad as your dad, is there anything else you want to do”

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In answer, I blew the suds off her nipples and kissed each nipple. Marlene hollered, Jeff and Sophia laughed their heads off, Dad and Auntie came out and there was joviality about the whole thing. On the way home, dad asked why I had done what I did, and I answered that most of what I had learned was from him and mum.

I started school in September 1933, at Woodhouse West, and, because I could already read and write, I was quickly transferred from kindergarten to grade one, where I enjoyed the learning process. I also was found to be short sighted in my left eye, and began a lifelong process of using spectacles. The day before the Coronation of King George VI the City Council gave all the boys a King George the Sixth Coronation knife which I traded in for a Coronation cup. Big trouble at home over that deal though my cup was soon traded off by someone.

Before World War Two started in September 1939, we had moved to 46 Station Road, and I completed two years at Woodhouse East. We lived right opposite the School Gate. I did well there. When WW11 started, we reported to school and were informed that the school was to be an air raid wardens and first aid post. Eight of us were advised that we would be given work on Mondays at a given time in the living room of the village corn merchant who lived in a large house opposite his business at the intersection of Beaver Hill and Beighton Road. We got access cards to the adult library on Tannery Street and I made good use of mine. We were given home work on Monday afternoon and handed in the results the following Monday. Spring of 1940 we sat exams and I was granted a scholarship to Woodhouse Grammar School, 10 minutes walk east of our home.

During the next few months we received an Anderson Air Raid Shelter and we dug a hole in the back lawn to erect it, and covered it with excavated dirt. We had to make our own access door. Every four houses received a hand pump and ladder and our next door neighbor Frank Fleitcher was our leader. We experienced a glorious few months of warm dry weather in the summer which I made good use of, in various ways. I got my chores and errands done early.

The Henry Club Reunion

Chapter 1

My old friend Babs, who I knew well when she resided on the Manor Estate in Sheffield, now has a very nice house about two miles from the Manor House in North Yorkshire. You will remember that My Lady, or Mum, was the Lady owner of the Staveley Estate and inherited a larger Estate in North Yorkshire. I am progenitor to Babs four children, Henry now my assistant estate agent, and Richard who recently became my construction manager on the estates. Henry was a twin to Henrietta. The twins were conceived between the 12 th and 17 th May 1947 when Babs and I used my mother’s bed several days before I returned to the Staveley property before answering my draft into the army. Phillip was probably conceived on the double bed in my Caravan, permanently parked behind an old country pub, just off the A1 North South Road, West of Selby. Richard preceded him by about five years before I and my guests wore out my first Double bed mattress.

The development of the Estate villages continues and my assistants Henry and Richard have done well in organization and in management. My Lady, and my consort Julia, are today going to the Staveley Estate along with Henry and Richard. I got to wondering what to do. I came to the conclusion that Babs might be a good thing to do. I drove to her home, a nice stone four bed, two bath, study, kitchen and dining room along with a nice large living room. The property was secluded, being in a small copse. It had a good size lawn and vegetable garden and some fruit trees. She invited me in and she was nicely dressed. We went into the kitchen where we had a cup of tea and a couple of her scones. Looking at Babs was a pleasure. She keeps herself fit and shapely and I doubt if she had gained more than 10 pounds since our twins were born. As she gave me the cup and saucer I looked her straight in the eyes and said

“Shall we?”

We took our tea with us up to the master bedroom and sat on the divan and I asked her if the house was to her satisfaction. She was very happy to have it and I told her that I would help her out with the costs. She thanked me but said that the three kids contributed to it’s upkeep and were happy to do so. We finished our tea and I put our tray onto a chair and reached my arms out toward her. She smiled and we both undressed. She was about 65 inches tall, her bust was still about 36D and waist 26 inches and hips 35-36. She had a few strands of gray on her head and on her ‘Mons Pubis’ or pudendum. Her nipples appeared firm and still sensitive and when I nibbled at them she still squealed. As she did so my hands went about her buttocks and I held her in my tram stop grip, and carried her over to and onto the bed. I laid her back and knelt beside the bed and opened her thighs, placed a leg over each shoulder, and I looked at Babs haven of delight. Her Mons Pubis was a little plump, all the better to free my pelvis from the severe bruising that was about to happen. I gently opened ‘Labia Majora and Minora’ where spends were already evident. I caressed the clitoris hood and it’s wee pimple gently with my finger tips and then with my tongue. As she became sensitive I penetrated her vagina with my tongue and she began to encourage me. She told me how she had missed me and that she still loved me from our wartime sexual activity.

She said “Henry, do not mess around, take me, take me”.

I turned her around on the bed, reminded her of my back condition and I lay down beside her, penis at attention, and ready to go. Babs squatted over my legs and rolled her breasts around my chest to my great delight. She French kissed me and kissed my eyes, my nose and my ears and back to my mouth.

I said “Babs lets go”.

She took hold of my penis and slipped it into her vagina and proceeded to give me an excellent bout of copulation. She was vigorous and became quicker in her bucking and she began to say “Henry, I am cumming. How nice it feels. It’s here, it’s here, it is wonderful, oh how I have missed you’.

As she spoke I ejaculated a goodly product into her hot body. I encouraged her to carry on and after a few minutes at work she took a kissing break and after I French kissed her she was active again and shortly thereafter she came to orgasm again. My penis became demanding, and by the time she came to orgasm again, I was ejaculating as she came into a remarkable orgasm. I felt the compression of her breasts as she rested on me and kissed my nipples and my lips and I suggested that we should call it quits. We went into her bathroom which was refurbished by me before her occupancy. It had a two wide tub with water circulation, a shower compartment, a WC, a bidet and a large mirror in the ceiling, over the bath tub. There was a push button against the bed and when we got to the bathroom the bath was full and an amount of bubble juice was building up foam quite nicely. We entered the tub and my left shoulder was next to her, and the arm was around her shoulder. I kissed her on the lips and never wanted to let go. She fondled my scrotum and after a couple of minutes I rested my head on a cushion, and she mounted me. She rested her breasts on my chest and then offered the nipples up to my lips and she squealed twice. I grasped her body to me and we kissed. She felt again at my scrotum and then took my penis into her vagina and commenced a new round of love making that rapidly became heated and she spent and spent until she came to an orgasm that was copious and that brought me to ejaculation. She persevered and we went into another copulation that brought us both together in our pleasurably created orgasm and ejaculation. We showered and dried ourselves, redressed and went back down stairs. I kissed Babs on her lips and said that I would be back. She watched me get into the car and waved goodbye.

I drove back to the Manor house and stopped en route when I met Henrietta. I asked her why she was going home early and she laughed and said it is my mum’s birthday. I could not argue with that. I drove into the Manor house and Julia’s mum met me and said today would have been a good day to be indiscrete. She said that we still had an hour and a half, if I was willing. We were in the living room and I took her over to the hearth rug and laid her on her back. I lifted her dress up and found no panties. I dropped my pants and lay on my back and she mounted me and had my penis in her vagina and was on the move robustly and she came to a quick orgasm and shortly thereafter, she came and came and I said enough, you will wear me out. She left and came back with a bowl of strawberries, raspberries, loganberries and ice cream. I thanked her and told her that I had some reading to do. Within ten minutes the alarm went, indicating traffic in the driveway and I went out and kissed Mum and Julia, and I suggested that we ate out. We went into the village and ate at our ‘Henry’ Hotel, and we enjoyed a good meal. I asked Mum and Julia if they would walk back and I had the chauffer follow us in case we weakened. Mum and Julia updated me on their day’s business which apparently went well, and they appreciated Henry and Richards support. Mum got a little slower and I offered to call the Rolls, but she carried on until we got into the Manor house, where Julia’s mum took her up to her bedroom to rest. Mum undressed and got into bed and was soon sound asleep. Julia was kept at bay as I asserted that I had had a tough day, and needed some relaxation. We sat together and I hugged her to me. I kissed her cool lips and her eyes, her nose and her ears, and I kissed her neck and her décolletage. She was getting sensitive and I had her bring me a dandelion and burdock to drink. When she got back, she was naked with erect nipples and her cute grin on her face. I sipped at my drink and ignored advances until my glass was empty. We went to our room and the bed was already opened up and she quickly undressed me and helped me onto the bed. She kissed me from head to toe, and she rolled her breasts and nipples on me as she moved around. She licked my penis nobbie and then gave me head. I adjusted her position so that I could give her head and she was rapidly coming to the boil. She took my penis and entered it into her vagina and rapidly went to work on me. I ejaculated and she came to orgasm shortly there after and we carried on until I lost count. I called a halt and she lay by my side and we gently kissed each other and I told her that she had done a good job, and that I loved her more and more as each day approached. We took a shower and put on our dressing gowns and went into our living room and watched the news on the television. I left for a moment and went to see how My Lady was doing and found her still asleep. I kissed her gently on her lips and she murmured Henry and turned over. Julia and I had an early night and the walk had done us good and we slept the sleep of the just.

Julia and I spoke with Mum about our Henry research and we agreed that we would visit Bridlington, Filey, Woodhouse and Sheffield on a three day trip. Mum decided not to travel with us so Julia and I went in my Jaguar, CD plates and all. We got to Bridlington and we came across a Police Officer controlling traffic. He was a ‘Henry’. I spoke to him and he was astounded to see his image on older legs. I asked after his mother and she was teaching sociology and he gave us directions to her home, where she would shortly have lunch. We waited for her and as she approached, I got out of the car.

She shouted “Henry, I can’t believe it. Is it you?”

She jumped into my arms and kissed me and I introduced her to Julia. Her other son George came home for lunch and we all went to a sea food café and had a great meal. We got Henry’s date of birth 03-02-1950. My plump on board ship lover, Veronica had met Margaret. Margaret gave us Veronica’s address and she had met Veronica’s Henry and Henrietta who were born 03-04-1950. We told Margaret about the certificate day, and the fall reunion and she said we shall be there. George showed Julia about the garden and Margaret asked could we get together again. I promised to call her and gave her the location of my now larger new caravan still behind Jim’s pub. Margaret insisted that we stay overnight and we talked and talked. Next morning, after breakfast, we went to Filey, and met Veronica.

I did not remember her too well but we were well received. Her Henry was born 03-03-1950. He was serving in the Army as a Major. She expected that he would be able to get to the reunion. She mentioned an ex Women’s Auxiliary Air Force Lieutenant, Jean with a Henry, she was the one I made love to at an Air Training Corps Camp in 1944. Her Henry was born 04-01-1945. We got her address as well. We went to see her that afternoon and found her well and her son Henry was in local government. We called on her next day and spoke for a while, and we headed off to Sheffield. I now had three outstanding requests for further sexual services. We called on Daughter, Jane, first. Friend Bernie was now managing director and the company was prospering. Their Henry was born 03-05-1950. I discussed the Gibraltar property with her and I found out that I was an equal party with her and Bernie in 40% of the new ‘Henry Hotel’ on the sight of our Mansion destroyed by the blast of the ammunition ship explosion shortly after I left the Rock on a business trip. I lost a lover and several good friends and employees in the blast.

We visited Mrs Harris who was quite pleased with her children, Henry born 03-07-1950, Richard 1956 and Philip in 1962. She was an elderly but proud mother with four sons, all doing well.

We visited others in Woodhouse and compiled a list for awards on April 1 st . We returned home to North Yorkshire and arrived at the mansion in time for our evening meal and were met by my Lady and Julia’s mum. After embraces, we gave the result of our research and Mum commented on how busy I had been in 1949. I pointed out that with one exception I had not propositioned a single one of the ladies involved. My Lady and Julia were scheduled for three days at the Staveley Estates along with Henry and Richard who was to inspect progress in village development. I told Mum that I would like some peace and quiet and that I might spend time at my caravan. She agreed. My Lady was driven by her chauffer on her visit and I asked Henry and Richard for photographs of progress.

Next morning I said farewell to the group and drove to Babs and hustled her into packing a small case to support her unexpected three day trip. I had called Jim the pub owner to get my area well cut and to open a few windows if the weather permitted, and to check out the air conditioning, and ice in the fridge. We took a leisurely trip and admired the scenery on route. I told her of the visitors and why they were coming, to be made pregnant again. She grinned and said that I would kill my self acting like a stud. We got to the pub and Jim greeted us and showed us that all was well in the new van. Babs admired it and tested out the facilities. When Jim left us, I held out my arms to Babs and she came and we hugged one another.

Sir Henry Abroad

My sixty-first birthday was approaching on January 25th, 1990, and a party was planned for that event in the Brigadier Hotel. My friend and lover, Jennifer of the Selby dress shop, celebrated her 27th birthday on the 25th also. I arranged a supervisory inspection for her half day, and we were to celebrate in the bed over her shop later in the afternoon. Dawn’s mother, Wendy, was hired to assist Pat in kitchen and household duties. Her second daughter, Barbara, was hired for part-time and vacation work in the hen sheds. Both were on 90-day trial.

I took my Jaguar on Wednesday morning over to the dress shop and discovered that Jenny was unwell and in her flat.

Dawn said, “Sir Henry, may I help you with anything?”

We discussed the stock levels and other events.

Finally she said, “Mum told me of your kindness at your caravan, and I will be pleased to help you here this afternoon.

Sally will leave shortly for lunch, and I could go to lunch with you and come back here for further inspection, sir.”

“Dawn, are you still a virgin? Are you on the pill? Are you willing to have me make love to you?”

“Sir, yes, to all of your questions.”

“It is closing time, send Sally home, and tell her to make sure Jenny gets a meal and some help until she is well. Tell her to come down later if she feels well enough.”

Sally left, and Dawn and I had lunch in a neighborhood café. When we got back to the shop, we locked the door and bolted it. We went upstairs to a revamped flat, and I sat down and ran my eyes over Dawn. Her work dress was getting worn, and I told her to select another. This she did and brought it upstairs for me to see and approve.

“Dawn dear, try the dress on. Let me help you.”

She came over to me, and I helped her off with her dress, and she stood before me, and as I had believed, she had a good figure. Her underwear of slip, knickers, and brassiere were clean but worn, and I went down into the shop and brought up new. She came over to me, and I undressed her and had her walk around. She stood against a wall; and I measured her up at 5'7" tall, 37" breasts, 25" waist, hips 35" and her inner-leg heel to mons pubis was 26". The mons pubis looked plump. She was a little hairy, a golden blond color, which looked well on her head and pudendum.

She looked at me and said, “Sir, do you like what you see?”

And she walked over and stood in front of me.

“Sir, shall I open up the bed and help you out of your clothes?”

I accepted the offer, and when I was naked, she reached out and held my penis and inspected it and caressed my scrotum.

“Dawn, kneel down and take my penis into your mouth and as far in as you can take it.” I felt it hit her throat and said, “Move your head and make my penis go in and out, and suck hard at it as you do so.”

She did very well on her first head job. I sat her on my knees and kissed her shapely attributes and nibbled at her nipples, which made her smile. I kissed her navel and entered my fingers into her labia and caressed her clitoris. I lay her on the bed and placed my two poking fingers into her vagina, palm uppermost, and found her tender silver shilling spot and gently caressed it in and out and she became excited and started to spend and said

“Sir, this feels so good, please make love to me.”

I lay down on the bed and showed her how to squat on me, and I told her to put my knob end into her “cunni” and said slide down it. She made a little exclamation when her hymen was disturbed, but I slapped her butt sharply and said, “Go, Dawn, go and speed up until you feel good. You are making me feel good. Go, Dawn. Go.”

“Sir, something is happening, and it feels so good. Oh, sir, I am coming, it is so good.”

I was all primed up, and as she came, I ejaculated into her svelte body, and I was pleased when she carried on and came into multiple orgasms, and I was shortly able to send a new supply of semen into her grasping vagina. I complemented her on her sexual performance, and she said, “Sir, I am yours any time you want me, you have been very kind, and generous to Mum, my sister, and myself.”

She hugged me, and I hugged her, and her breasts were pressed into my chest, and I said, “Well done, Dawn. We shall meet again.”

She went to the shower, and the doorbell rang, and I put on a gown and went down and let Jennifer in.

“Are you OK, Jenny? Do you feel well? Happy birthday.”

I helped her off with her coat and went to get two dresses and two pairs of shoes that I had bought for her and said again happy birthday and gave them to her. She hugged me and said, “Was, Dawn, good for you? Her mum sent me a letter telling of your kindness and that Dawn could be made love to by you only because she trusts you to care for the girl.”

I said, “She was very willing and good to have intercourse with. She will improve as well.”

As we got upstairs, Dawn came out of the shower and kissed Jenny and me and said, “Jenny, Sir Henry was very nice and was kind and helpful as he made love to me, and I cannot imagine how good it will be next time.”