The Secret Chronicles of Henry Dashwood, Vol. 2

Let me take up my narrative from the time that Cassandra Morley dragged me upstairs (not that I needed any persuasion) ostensibly to give her my copy of a 'horn' magazine. Well, there is little point beating about the bush – before you could say 'Jack Robinson' we were lying down on her bed together reading the latest instalment of Call That A Boomerang? an account of Dame Jenny Everleigh's stirring adventures in Australia. 'Henry, did I tell you that my best friend Fanny Braithwaite will be dining with us this evening?' said Cassie as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed. 'Oh, I envy you boys, all you have to do is change into your dinner jacket, but Fanny and I have to decide whether this gown or that gown will be suitable.

Sometimes I think that life would be would be easier if we wore nothing at all to dinner. 'Do you indeed. I suppose it would liven up the dinner conversation,' I replied with a smile. Cassie pulled herself off the bed and said firmly: 'That's as maybe, but I just cannot decide what to wear tonight. I'll try on one or two dresses and you must tell me which one you like best.' I groaned because I was certain that Cassie would be just like all the other girls who have asked my opinion on which of their clothes I prefer. I well remember being asked by Lady Juliette Davis to make a choice between a pair of green or black gloves. When after careful deliberation I chose the black pair, she immediately asked me what was wrong with the green ones! So it was with apprehension that I watched Cassie open her wardrobe door and disappear behind it. I plunged myself back into reading the conclusion of a magnificent fuck enjoyed by the authoress with Sir Cyril Ashberg, a wealthy Australian gentleman of the Hebraic persuasion. However, my perusal of her randy exploits was soon interrupted by Cassie's voice as she called out sweetly: 'Henry, do you think I would cause a stir if I came down to dinner dressed like this?' I glanced up to see Cassie standing next to the bed stark naked. My eyes widened and my cock, which was already stiff as a board from studying the pages of my 'horn' book, began to throb wildly as it rose inexorably upwards to make a perpendicular bulge in my trousers. 'Well,' she said with a gay smile, smoothing her fingers across the silky strands of curly brown hair which discreetly veiled her pussey. 'I gulped as I gazed at her perfectly proportioned bare breasts, so firm and so rounded and so deliriously topped with two mouth-watering tawny titties. 'On second thoughts, perhaps I had better wear a dress this evening,' she teased as she ran her forefinger, lasciviously up and down the length of her slit. 'It's top cold to walk around in the nude as Papa has yet to install radiators. On the other hand, it is not so cold up here, Henry, so put down your naughty book and undress. I presume you would like to fuck me, wouldn't you? If the size of that bulge in your lap is anything to go by, I would think that your thick prick is simply aching to slide into my tight wet love channel.' 'Oh, Cassie, I'd love to fuck you,' I answered with all my heart. This was all the fiery girl needed to hear, for once I had thrown off my clothes, she threw herself on top of me and hungrily sought my lips and we engaged in the most passionate of kisses whilst my stiff shaft rubbed roughly against the smooth curly bush of hair on her pubic mound. 'Now you said how much you enjoyed what Charles called the lazy man's fuck,' she breathed in my ear, pulling herself upwards as she slid her fingers around my sturdy truncheon. 'That's just as well because I also enjoy being on top, so what are we waiting for?' Without waiting for a reply to her rhetorical question, Cassie gave a throaty little chuckle before sliding herself slowly down upon my trembling tool until every inch was firmly embedded inside her. 'Wowee, what a nice fat tadger, it fits my cunney to perfection,' she squealed happily as she leaned forward and wiggled her lovely breasts against my chest and went on: 'Now, Henry, try not too spend too quickly. Just hold that marvellous stiffie inside my juicy honeypot.' Cassie's rosy cheeks were flushed as she began to bounce up and down on my rigid rod with a look of blissful delight, her ripe nipples standing out like bullets whilst her bosoms jiggled so invitingly every time her buttocks smacked against the tops of my thighs. 'Aaargh!' I growled when she held her hips down upon me, rubbing my cock from side to side whilst cleverly clenching the muscles of her juicy quim. She shuddered as she felt my prick begin to twitch and she urged me on, whispering that her cunney was ready to receive my spermy tribute.