Anonymous - The Secret Chronicles of Henry Dashwood, Vol. 2

Elena sighed as I began to finger-fuck her and her fist slicked up and down my quivering cock so sensuously that her rubbing quickly led to the inevitable result and the sticky jism coated her fingers as I sprinkled her belly with my seed. However, my prick remained firmly upright as we staggered towards the chair where Elena pushed me down and promptly sat herself down on my lap, pressing down the lips of her crack to the glowing helmet of my shaft. Then she lifted herself up and guiding my throbbing tool into her cunt, she sat down slowly and artfully wriggled from side to side to work my prick as far up her love funnel as possible. Her breasts jiggled up and down as she panted: 'Aaah, I love to get on top because fucking in this position gives my cunt a hard pounding, especially if the boy is as thick-pricked as you, Henry. M'mm, that's very good, fuck me harder, Henry, and I'll grind my bum around to give my clitty a good rub!'

I jerked my hips in time with her rhythm and as I arched my frame upwards, Elena gurgled with joy. I shot great gusts of spunk deep into her cunney just at the point when she also reached the pinnacle of pleasure, flinging her arms around my neck as the force of her orgasm rippled through her. Whilst we recovered our senses, I suddenly remembered why I had come to see Elena and I enquired whether she was planning to go out tonight. 'Oh no, we have guests coming to dine with us this evening,' she replied as she swung herself off me. 'I invited Sir Richard Hawton, a local landowner from Forder Green because Lady Hawton is away visiting her sister in Plymouth and he will partner me at dinner.' 'Will there be any other guests?' I asked although I knew full well that Alfred and Lester Toddington had been invited. Elena nodded and went on: 'Yes, I've arranged quite an interesting party. There will be two local gentlemen who wish to press their suits with Cassandra and Fanny, whilst I also have two very nice girls lined up for you and Charles to squire. Miss Jenny Nairman is the niece of Reverend Westhoughton, our local rural dean so you two should have something in common for Charles tells me that you father is also a country parson. She will be accompanied by another young lady named Annabel Tilgate, about whom I know little except that she lives with her parents in Belgravia, and that she and Jenny have been very close friends since their early schooldays. 'Cassandra and Fanny are aware that the Toddington twins will be here this evening but neither they nor Charles know that I have also invited Sir Richard, Jenny and Annabel. Now as I shan't take tea with you because I want to continue working here till dusk, perhaps you would pass on this message to Charles and the girls.' Before I left Elena, I spent a further fifteen minutes posing for her whilst she completed her drawing and in return for the favour, she insisted on giving me a present of her witty landscape sketch of Stonehenge in which every upright stone had been replaced with the likeness of a gigantic prick sprouting up from the ground. Charles was delighted when I conveyed Elena's news to him. 'Henry, I've read about Jenny Nairman in The Illustrated London News. She should be an interesting dinner companion as she's not only a suffragette but a member of Sir Lionel Trapes' South Hampstead set.' He repeated this to the girls at tea-time, but naturally they were somewhat less pleased to hear that Elena had provided companions this evening for Charles and myself.

Cassie complained that her mother had only done so to ensure that she and Fanny gave their attention to the Toddington twins and she said crossly: 'Really, it's too bad of Mama to behave like this, I'm far more cross with her than I am with Alfred and Lester.' 'Yes, I'm rather sorry for those two gentlemen,' added Fanny. 'After all, they have no idea of our true feelings about them.' 'You shouldn't fret about the Toddington twins,' grunted Charles. 'If they possessed even a grain of sensitivity between them they would realise that the chances of their being any genuine romance between themselves and two pretty young girls are microscopically small.'

Motley Hall, October 21st, 1901

It is now almost mid-day and Charles and I will now be leaving Morley Hall later than we had planned-we shall now travel to London by the afternoon train which will arrive in London just in time for us to catch the last connection train up to Oxford. This is cutting things rather fine but the morning express left at eleven o'clock and Charles is still asleep whilst I only dragged myself out of bed half an hour ago as I have decided that it will be easier to write about the wild events of last night whilst they are fresh in my mind. Hopefully, this will also allow me to snatch an hour or two of sleep during the long train journey later today. So without further ado, let me record that Charles and I joined Elena, Cassie and Fanny in good time in the drawing room to welcome the five guests who would be dining with us.

Sir Richard Hawton was the first to arrive and although at first I could not recollect exactly when and where we had been introduced, I remarked to him that I was certain that we had met somewhere before.

'It's quite possible, I have travelled quite extensively over the last three years,' said Sir Richard with a pleasant smile. It soon became clear that he was a friendly gentleman with a quick, ready wit and I could well understand why Elena had invited him to partner her in the absence of her husband. Physically, Sir Richard was a stocky, well-built man in his early forties with smiling blue eyes, and clean-shaven complexion and I racked my brains to try and remember where our paths had previously crossed. Whilst I was deep in thought, Polgrave announced the arrival of Alfred and Lester Toddington. Although not identical twins, they were both somewhat plump with sallow, fattish faces with dark, well-curled moustaches.

Alfred had lost much of his hair and his head shone in the gleam of the lights in the chandelier in the middle of the room.

Naturally, I was prepared to dislike the Toddington twins on the spot but in fact they turned out to be polite if somewhat shy gentlemen. Charles put them at ease by asking some questions about their long stay in India and this prompted Alfred to tell the company a number of interesting anecdotes of their experiences in the sub-continent. Then, at the conclusion of Alfred's account of a railway journey from Madras to Pondicherry, Jenny Nairman and Annabel Tilgate entered the room. Jenny was an extremely good-looking girl of nineteen, light-skinned with large brown eyes and gold-dusted auburn hair. Annabel too was a genuine beauty though perhaps slightly younger than her friend. Her sweet face was set off by long natural tresses of strawberry-blonde hair and her slender, tall figure was quite breathtaking with her ample bosoms, a narrow waist and I imagined her long legs hidden underneath her dress. Shamelessly, I immediately engaged Jenny in conversation about the recent protest meeting in Hyde Park organised by Mrs. Pankhurst, letting it be known that I thoroughly approved of this latest demonstration by the suffragettes to secure votes for women. She rewarded me with a smile of approval when I observed: 'There is no argument in the world which can logically give the vote to a lowly clerk in the offices of the Army and Navy Stores and yet deny it to the matron of King Edward VH's Hospital for Officers!' Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Cassie was a mite put out by my paying close attention to Jenny, for this meant that she was forced to chat with Lester Toddington.

However, there was nothing I could do to prevent Elena pairing us off to go in to dinner behind her and Sir Richard. At his aunt's request, Charles took Annabel's arm so that Cassie and Fanny were led in to the dining-room by Alfred and Lester respectively. We enjoyed a most wonderful dinner for the cook really excelled herself. With only the help of Mary the kitchenmaid (who must have been spurred on by her noisy fuck that afternoon with Mick the Prick) and two ladies from the village who Elena occasionally calls in when she gives grand dinner parties, she served the following fine repast: