The Secret Chronicles of Henry Dashwood, Vol. 2

Charles turned the page and we now looked at a photograph of the lucky rogue lying on his back whilst the girl sat poised on top of him, his cock in her hands ready to be inserted into her love funnel. Now Cassie read out the caption: 'Another interesting position is for the man to lie prone and the woman to sit on top of him. Despite its comfort, there are some men who dislike this mode of fucking because they feel their masculinity is somehow threatened by a feminine dominance – an attitude which others find strange as they believe the position allows their women to cater to their every demand.'

'The lazy man's fuck,' mused Charles to which I said defensively: 'Maybe so, but I enjoy making love in this fashion, don't you?' He gave a non-committal answer, but Cassie took up the cudgels on my behalf and said: 'Well, it must be nice for you to lie back and let the girl do most of the work. Actually, I rather like the position myself, because it's easy for your partner to rub your titties whilst his cock's in your cunt.' 'Cassie! What would Aunt Elena say if she heard you use such earthy language!' scolded Charles.

She wagged a reproving finger at her cousin and rejoined: 'Oh, don't be such a prude, Charlie! As the great Italian writer Boccaccio told his critics, no corrupt mind ever understands words healthily, and just as such people do not enjoy virtuous words, so the well-disposed cannot be harmed by words somewhat less virtuous.'

She swivelled round to me and there was a lusty glint in her eyes as she said: 'So you admit you enjoy having a pretty girl on top of you, Henry, with your prick deep inside her pussey. Oh yes, I can just imagine the scene, the girl briskly bouncing up and down on your thighs, her breasts jiggling whilst she rotates her hips, exciting you into thrusting your hips upwards to meet her urgent thrusts. Then she slows the pace and lowers herself, pressing her taut titties against your chest… Oooh, I'm making myself all hot and bothered just thinking about it.' 'That makes two of us,' I said hoarsely, for my shaft was now as stiff as a poker and was throbbing violently inside my trousers. 'Please don't take offence, but you sound just like a story in The Cremorne.' Do I really?' giggled Cassie. 'Oh, I'm not offended at all, I enjoy reading those lusty tales in the naughty magazines. My former boyfriend, the Honourable Graham Bowe, subscribed to several of these saucy publications, but I haven't seen any since we broke up.' I gave a discreet little cough and said: 'Well, you are very welcome to borrow my copy of The Memoirs of Dame Jenny Everleigh.' 'Thank you very much,' Cassie said delightedly.

'Is it in your suitcase? I hope that it's well hidden because the maids will have unpacked your clothes by now – oh poor Henry, from the pained expression on your face, I can see that you forgot to do so!'

How could I have been so foolish, I muttered to myself, but Cassie took my hand and said: 'Never mind, Janet, our new chambermaid, is a very broad-minded girl. If anything, she loves shagging even more than I do.' Then she scooped up her copy of Fucking for Fun and turning to Charles she continued: 'Oh, this reminds me, Charlie, unless you prefer to play with yourself, there's no need for you to borrow this book tonight. Janet saw you arrive and when I went upstairs just now, she saw me and asked if I could pass on a message to you that she will be happy to come to your room for a fuck after Polgrave has gone to bed. 'Janet's only twenty-one but very experienced, and although I can't speak from personal knowledge, I understand from Nicholas, Farmer Webb's eldest son, that she is a lively little filly between the sheets.' 'I'm glad to hear it,' said Charles faintly, clearly astonished at the boldness of his pretty young cousin, and when he saw Cassie pulling me towards the door, he added: 'Hey, where are you two off to?' 'I'm putting this book back in its hiding-place and then Henry is going to give me his risque magazine,' said Cassie brightly. 'If Mama comes in whilst we're upstairs, be a dear and entertain her till we come back. If she asks where we are, you can tell her that I've taken Henry for a walk round the estate before it gets dark. The gong for dinner has just sounded and I haven't even changed my attire yet. I must continue to record this entry later.

Motley Hall, South Devon, October 26th, 1901 (Before Luncheon) The clock will shortly strike twelve so I shall have just enough time to continue to record the events of yesterday.