hands over her delicious bare bosoms, feeling the rosy red nipples pouting against my palms and then she lay back and allowed my loving fingers to linger inside the damp triangle of golden, fluffy hair between her thighs. I kissed Fanny's stiffening titties, lingering over each erect nipple in turn whilst I slid my forefinger between her pussey lips, sensing the cuntal juices welling inside her love funnel.
'Oooh, Cassie, that feels so lovely… please finish me off,' she murmured and so I slipped my finger in and out of her cunney in an unhurried rhythm as her body rocked to and fro in time with my gentle probing. Next I parted her thighs and moved my body downwards so that I could nuzzle my lips around her blonde pubic muff and Fanny's pussey lips opened wide to allow my darting tongue to slip inside her juicy cunt. I placed my lips over her swollen clitty and sucked it into my mouth where the tip of my tongue explored it from all directions and I could feel her fleshy love button getting even larger as Fanny twitched up and down as electric charges of sensuous excitement crackled through her entire frame. She began to moan in ecstasy and I could taste the tangy juices flowing freely out of her sticky honeypot. She clutched wildly at my head as I continued to ream out her delicious cunney with my tongue, pushing my lips hard against her groin whilst I moved my head back and forth until the lovely girl was quivering all over and desperate for release.
'A-a-a-r-g-h!' squealed Fanny, and with every stroke of my tongue she arched her body to press her clitty against my teeth. Then she cried out as she exploded in my mouth and I felt her clitty jerking violently against my tongue as I swallowed her copious spend. We lay entwined in each other's arms and then Fanny rolled herself over and nibbled my ear as she said: 'Cassie, you have such lovely nipples.
See how much bigger they are than mine. Lie back and let me play with them. You don't mind if I suck these beautiful titties till they stand up like little red soldiers, do you?' 'I would like nothing better, darling,' I answered and Fanny twisted her fingers around my right nipple and started to roll it around her palm until it stiffened up like a miniature cock.
'M'mm,' I purred as she placed her hand upon the fine downy curls that cover my notch and her busy fingers made my heart quicken and my whole body began to tremble with desire. I soon became quite light-headed as Fanny kissed and sucked my titties and then her hand slipped down to frig my cunney, easing a finger into my moist crack. I sighed and raised my bottom to enjoy this delicious sensation to the utmost and soon her finger was joined by a second and then a third as she finger-fucked me at an ever-quickening pace. In no time at all, my love juices were spurting out of my pussey as Fanny continued to frig me until I shuddered as the first waves of my climax washed over me, setting each nerve on fire, and I cried out with joy as I discharged a final flood of feminine jism over Fanny's hand.
We dozed off in each other's arms, but then a chill breeze woke us up and we hastily scampered back to the bathing machines and changed into our clothes in case the change in the weather caused Polgrave to return with the dog-cart earlier than half past four. In fact he came back only ten minutes after we had dressed ourselves and we returned back to Motley Hall for tea. Papa did not join us for dinner during which Mama imparted some very bad news. My father had been called to London for an urgent meeting with his bankers, for it appeared that the same wretch who had persuaded Mr. Braithwaite to let the scoundrel in New York handle his affairs had also prevailed upon my father to invest a large sum with the same missing villain.
Although Papa had not lost his entire fortune like Mr. Braithwaite, he had nevertheless suffered a severe financial loss and there was no chance of his being able to offer a loan to Fanny's family. To compound this awful news, my mother informed me that she and Mrs.
Braithwaite were planning a dinner party for Fanny and myself to meet Alfred and Lester Toddington, the twin sons of a local wealthy landowner who had sent them out to India fifteen years ago to make their fortunes, and they had returned home last year, having made a large profit from some transactions in government surplus goods.
'But Mama, Alfred and Lester are in their late thirties!' I exclaimed despairingly. 'Fanny and I have met them before, and they may have lots of money but it would be difficult to decide who is the more boring.' 'Ah, they might seem boring now, but I'm sure that when you get to know them better, you'll find the two gentlemen to be far more entertaining then the callow youths you have been used to,'
Mama replied. 'Anyhow, they have formally asked permission to speak to you and Fanny and it would be most impolite for you to refuse even to meet them.' I made my displeasure known by rising from the table and saying: 'Mama, the very idea of an involvement with either Alfred or Lester Toddington is quite absurd. If we had no financial troubles, you would simply turn down such a request without a second thought.'
'Maybe I would, Cassie, but I am thinking of you far more than any benefits gained by Papa and myself she replied hotly. 'Don't you see that your father and I are greatly concerned that you might not bring any dowry with you into a proposed marriage. If and of course the decision must be yours and yours alone, it transpired that you found one of the Toddingtons to your fancy, the lack of a dowry would be unimportant.' The next morning I discovered that a similar conversation had taken place between Fanny and her Mama, so I will come straight to the point, Charlie. You must come down to Devon as soon as possible and rescue Fanny and myself from the clutches of the Toddingtons! Don't misunderstand me, of course my parents would never force me to marry against my will, and neither would Fanny's – but I need someone whom I trust implicitly to help us work out how best to cool the Toddingtons's ardour without upsetting the apple cart even further. Can't you get away from Oxford for a long weekend?
By all means bring a friend with you (preferably a nice young man because I've bad no boyfriend since I decided to end my relationship with the Honourable Graham Bowe earlier this year after catching him behind the pavilion at the tennis club being sucked off by the vicar's daughter). Write back soon, Charlie dear, and let me know whether you will be able to help two girls in need of a doughty champion.
All my love, Cassandra With a sigh, I put down this heartfelt cri de coeur and carefully folded the sheets of paper back into the envelope.
Clearly, Charles showed me this letter to find out whether I would be willing to assist him rescue these two young damsels in distress.
I hauled myself out of my seat and strode briskly out of the library to take up Charles' invitation to join him for coffee in the common room. Wasting no time, I plumped myself into an armchair next to him and said: 'There's only one question I want to ask you, old chap. Do we go to Devon on Friday or shall we wait until the following week end?' Morley Hall, South Devon, October 25th, 1901 (Before Dinner) From the date above this entry, diary, you will note that Charles and I wasted no time in hastening down to assist Cassandra and Fanny rid themselves of their unwanted suitors. Even if it had meant cutting a lecture or two, we would still have booked tickets on the fast London train. However, Dr Barnes was slightly indisposed and cancelled his Friday seminar. If we return by Monday evening, all we will miss will be an economics lecture and Joshua has promised to supply us with his notes so we will not fall behind in our studies. The only disappointment is that Charles and I have both had to drop out of the college football team's game against Oriel, but unless I am much mistaken, Charles and I may well find ourselves involved in physical sport of another kind tomorrow night. We're in fine fettle for any such engagement for Charles and I left Oxford at eight o'clock this morning and we arrived here by tea-time. What a difference the railway has made to travel.
Journeys which took my parents several days can now be accomplished in a matter of hours, and I am convinced that once perfected, the internal combustion engine will herald a similar revolution in this new century. On the other hand, we'll need to build many more roads to accommodate the growing numbers of motor vehicles and it will be a great shame if we sacrifice the beauty of the countryside. I grant that scientific progress should not be impaired, and there is no doubt that fellows like Julian Clayton derive great fun from driving their motor cars at tremendous speeds of up to forty miles an hour on the better roads. Yet how much more pleasant it is to relax in the luxury of an express train where one can stretch the legs, read a book or simply stare out of the window and then stroll slowly down to the refreshment car for a snack or slap-up meal. Certainly, this is how I enjoyed the journey. A footman met us in a dog-cart to convey Charles and myself on the last mile and three quarters to Morley Hall on the outskirts of the tiny village of Alston. Cassandra was waiting for us at the entrance to the imposing old mansion and I was immediately struck by the striking beauty of this shapely girl.
Charles had told me that his cousin was stunningly pretty and he had not exaggerated by a whit, for Cassandra is blessed with a finely formed face framed by a mass of shiny brown hair which falls in ringlets upon her shoulders. Her eyes are also a deep shade of brown and her clear complexion shows off her aquiline nose and full, sensuous lips. She was wearing a tightly fitting white blouse which accentuated her high, thrusting breasts and I had to tear my eyes away from her heaving bosoms as she ran forward to greet us.
