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

We all roared with laughter although I noticed that Cassie gave Alfred a quizzical look although she said nothing more. Frankly, I have some doubts about the absolute veracity of this tale, but as Dr Muttley always drummed into us back at the Albion Academy, it is the height of bad manners to question the accuracy of another person's anecdote, especially if he is entertaining the listeners. Be that as it may, this stirring story had affected Elena who rose from the table with a gleam in her eye and suggested that it was time for the ladies to retire to the drawing-room. But Cassie turned to her mother and said: 'Mama, I don't see why I should have to leave the table to enable the gentlemen to smoke (which I happen to think is a habit which is bad for your health and should not be encouraged indoors) or to enjoy a glass of port and tell each other risque stories.' It was no surprise to me that a staunch fighter for women's rights like Jenny Nairman agreed with Cassie. 'Quite so, Cassandra,' she said hotly. 'There is no-reason at all why we should be cast aside like second class citizens at the conclusion of a dinner party.' 'There may be something in what you say, my dear, but the custom allows us to leave the table gracefully so that we may visit the powder room,' ventured Elena but her argument was swiftly rebutted by Jenny who said: 'True, Mrs. Morley, but then why should we not be allowed to do the same as the gentlemen and excuse ourselves from the table after the main courses? I wonder what the gentlemen here have to say on the matter. What are your views, Mr. Dashwood?' 'Well, I think it might be better if there were no hard and fast rules about the matter,' I said diplomatically. 'This would allow the ladies who wish to retire to leave the company and those who do not to stay and enjoy a glass of port.' This brought Lester Toddington, who had remained very quiet whilst his brother had regaled us with nil story, into the conversation. 'Oh come now, Mr. Dashwood, this would be an insufferable encroachment upon the male preserve — and I doubt if you could find any young ladies who would appreciate port, it's very much a gentleman's liqueur.' Jenny bristled at this remark. 'I must contradict you,' she said icily as she signalled Polgrave to pour some port from the crystal decanter into her glass. 'In public houses patronised by the wage-earning classes, a port-and-soda is considered a real treat by ladies. However, what is more important is the simple fact that a feminine palate can be just as sensitive as a man's.

Without wishing to boast, I would back my judgement on port against any man at this table.' She lifted her glass and held it up to the light before taking a sip. Then she looked at Elena and said: 'This is an excellent wine, Mrs. Morley. A full, rich Old Muscatel, which could well be a '92 vintage or even an '87. And as it is so rich, we had better finish the decanter for the port will deteriorate overnight,' she concluded as she swung round to the other end of the table and said 'Wouldn't you agree, Sir Richard?' “Top marks, Miss Nairman,' laughed the good natured baronet who turned to Lester Toddington and added, 'You'll have to eat your words, my dear sir.'

Lester raised his hands in surrender but Jenny would not be deflected and went on: 'May I also say that if you would like to drink port in an unorthodox fashion, you could do far worse than follow the example of the Portuguese who drink light white port with soda and ice. It makes a delicious aperitif and dear friends of mine, of both sexes, who have partaken of the drink thoroughly recommend it.'

No doubt in order to keep the conversation on a light-hearted level, Charles rapped his knuckles on the table, 'On that note, ladies and gentlemen, let's finish this delicious port. For the benefit of ladies present who might not be familiar with the custom, the convention is that the decanter is passed around the table in a clockwise direction. Polgrave had to place a second decanter on the table whilst he refilled the first. When that too had been emptied Elena stood up again and Sir Richard Hawton escorted her out as she tottered towards the door. However, in her hurry to leave, Elena had not closed the door and we distinctly heard Sir Richard (who being slightly deaf in one ear tended to speak loudly) say: 'Well, that was a splendid dinner, Elena but there is something you must do for me right away.' 'What's that?' she asked and the reply came back: 'Undo my flies and take out my cock. I've had a tremendous boner for the last five minutes.' I must admit that I let out a noisy guffaw when Elena answered: 'There you are, my dear, is that more comfortable. Goodness, what a big prick you have!' 'There's over nine inches of meat in your hand,' we heard Sir Richard say proudly before Charles leaped up and ran across the room to shut the door.

There was no doubt that the copious amount of alcoholic refreshment we had imbibed led to some highly indecorous behaviour when the party moved to the drawing-room. Suffice it to say that I was sitting in an armchair with Cassie on my knees. I had thrown up her skirt and glided my hand between her thighs where I was rubbing my forefinger against her moist knickers. At the same time, the frisky girl had unbuttoned my flies and, oblivious to the fact that there were six other people in the room (although Charles had wisely dimmed the lights), she pulled out my prick from my drawers and began sliding her fist up and down my shaft whilst our mouths joined in the sweetest of kisses. The others had paired off into couples — Charles with Fanny of course, Alfred with Jenny and Lester with Annabel. Heaven knows what kind of orgy might have taken place when there was a knock at the door and I heard Polgrave say: 'Miss Cassie, I have an urgent message for you.' “Damn, whatever can that be?' she sighed as she slid off my lap, I stood up and buttoned myself up before following her to the door which she opened slightly and said: 'Polgrave, I hope this is really important or I shall be extremely annoyed with you.'

'Forgive my intrusion, Miss Cassie, but I thought you would like to know that I just received a telephone call from your father. He was calling from Torquay railway station and he instructed me to send out the carriage to fetch him home. Fletcher is saddling up the horses and will leave in five minutes time, so I would expect your father to arrive home within the hour.' 'Thank you, Polgrave, you were quite right to pass on this information without delay,' she said gratefully. 'Is my mother aware of this news?' Polgrave let out a discreet cough and answered: 'No, Miss Cassie, Mrs. Morley is upstairs in her bedroom with Sir Richard Hawton and I judged it best not to interrupt them.' 'Quite right, Polgrave, I will break the news to her,' said Cassie as Polgrave withdrew. Then she whispered in my ear: 'Come on, Henry, we'd better warn Mama or there will be an almighty scene. Papa might look the other way when she kicks over the traces but he would draw the limit at finding her in bed with one of his best friends.' I did not relish the idea of interrupting Elena and Sir Richard in the middle of whatever they were getting up to (and one would hardly expect to be awarded a prize for guessing what that might be), but naturally I did not hesitate to follow Cassie up the staircase. Clearly it would be less embarrassing for me than Cassie to inform Elena of her husband's unexpected return to Morley Hall.

When we reached the landing, Cassie suggested that I looked through the keyhole before I knocked on the door. 'A few minutes more won't make any difference if they've started something that should really be finished,' she observed as we stood outside the bedroom door. 'Very well,' I replied as I bent down and looked through the small opening. As expected, the couple had shed their inhibitions along with their clothes. Sir Richard was leaning against one of the bedposts and Elena was on her knees in front of him, holding his huge, swollen shaft which was stiffly pointing upwards between his thighs.