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

His sturdy frame was shaking with excitement as Elena washed her tongue over and around his knob, up and down its veiny length as she cupped his balls in her hands. She gave one long, sweeping slurp on his throbbing tool and then wriggled over on to her hands and knees, the twin orbs of her chubby white buttocks almost directly facing me.

I could not make out what she said but Sir Richard also dropped down on to the carpet behind her and with great panache he began to fuck her 'doggie-style'. Elena squealed with delight as he drew his arm around her to play with her titties whilst her gorgeous bum cheeks jiggled against his belly. 'Oooh, you're coming, I can feel it!

Oooh! Oooh! Flood my cunney, Richard!' she shrieked out. The lusty baronet's face glistened with perspiration as he yelled back hoarsely: 'Yes, yes! What a glorious fuck!' And as Elena's bottom bucked from side to side, Sir Richard ejaculated his sticky jism into her love funnel and the randy pair rode on until he pulled out his now limp cock from the cleft between Elena's bum cheeks. At this point, I straightened myself and gave three loud raps on the door.

'Now who the devil can that be?' I heard Sir Richard cry out, but it was Elena who came to the closed door and enquired who was there.

'Oh my God!' she gasped when I explained the purpose of my mission and Elena said that she and Sir Richard would rejoin us downstairs as soon as possible. 'Golly! We'd better tell the others,' said Cassie and so we hurried back to the drawing room to caution the others, as the notice in railway cloakrooms puts it, to adjust their clothing. In fact, this warning did not apply to Jenny, Annabel and the Toddington twins, but Fanny and Charles had slipped out of the room during our absence into Roger Morley's private study. There I found Charles lying stretched out naked on the carpet with Fanny, also in a state of total nudity, sitting across his thighs, rubbing her pussey lips back and forth across the lip of his uncapped knob. I stood silently at the doorway and watched Fanny move downwards to allow his throbbing tool to enter her yearning love channel. When his cock was fully embedded inside her, she held him in place by tightening the walls of her cunney and Charles arched his body upwards in time to her rhythm. Fortunately, it was not too long before Charles cried out that he was about to spend, and Fanny reached down to squeeze his balls. Their mutual joy appeared to peak simultaneously as his creamy spunk flooded into her cunt and she shuddered into a magnificent climax. Not surprisingly, they were not best pleased to hear my news, although they cheered up when I observed that Mr. Morley would be exhausted after his long journey from London and once he was safely in the arms of Morpheus, we could spend the rest of the night fucking ourselves silly. Anyhow, we were all sitting demurely in the draw ing room when Roger Morley returned — but what excitement followed when he gave us the wonderful news that, contrary to all expectations, the villainous blackguard who had run off with the Morley and Braithwaite family fortunes had been apprehended and that almost all the money had been recovered.

'Mr. Braithwaite and I will both lose about a thousand pounds, but thankfully such a blow will not be fatal to either of us,' he concluded triumphantly.

Brasenose College, Oxford, October 30th, 1901

It will still take Charles and I a day or two to recover from our hectic stay at Morley Hall. I should add that Charles used the camera he set up to entrap the Toddington twins — although such desperate measures were of course no longer needed as Mr.

Morley's marvellous news freed Cassandra and Fanny from any obligation to marry their wealthy suitors. However, Charles had spent so much time rigging up the camera, that he took several photographs of the four of us writhing around naked on the bed which I have just finished developing for him. My own favourite photograph is of Cassie riding upon my stiffie whilst Fanny sits on my face with my tongue sliding through her flaxen muff into her juicy love channel. The two frisky girls are leaning forward to kiss each other with their hands squeezing each other's firm, rounded breasts. It is hardly a photograph that I can keep in an album but I shall keep it safe under lock and key as a reminder of a top-hole weekend.