girl briskly bouncing up and down on your thighs, her breasts jiggling whilst she rotates her hips, exciting you into thrusting your hips upwards to meet her urgent thrusts. Then she slows the pace and lowers herself, pressing her taut titties against your chest… Oooh, I'm making myself all hot and bothered just thinking about it.' 'That makes two of us,' I said hoarsely, for my shaft was now as stiff as a poker and was throbbing violently inside my trousers. 'Please don't take offence, but you sound just like a story in The Cremorne.' Do I really?' giggled Cassie. 'Oh, I'm not offended at all, I enjoy reading those lusty tales in the naughty magazines. My former boyfriend, the Honourable Graham Bowe, subscribed to several of these saucy publications, but I haven't seen any since we broke up.' I gave a discreet little cough and said: 'Well, you are very welcome to borrow my copy of The Memoirs of Dame Jenny Everleigh.' 'Thank you very much,' Cassie said delightedly.
'Is it in your suitcase? I hope that it's well hidden because the maids will have unpacked your clothes by now – oh poor Henry, from the pained expression on your face, I can see that you forgot to do so!'
How could I have been so foolish, I muttered to myself, but Cassie took my hand and said: 'Never mind, Janet, our new chambermaid, is a very broad-minded girl. If anything, she loves shagging even more than I do.' Then she scooped up her copy of Fucking for Fun and turning to Charles she continued: 'Oh, this reminds me, Charlie, unless you prefer to play with yourself, there's no need for you to borrow this book tonight. Janet saw you arrive and when I went upstairs just now, she saw me and asked if I could pass on a message to you that she will be happy to come to your room for a fuck after Polgrave has gone to bed. 'Janet's only twenty-one but very experienced, and although I can't speak from personal knowledge, I understand from Nicholas, Farmer Webb's eldest son, that she is a lively little filly between the sheets.' 'I'm glad to hear it,' said Charles faintly, clearly astonished at the boldness of his pretty young cousin, and when he saw Cassie pulling me towards the door, he added: 'Hey, where are you two off to?' 'I'm putting this book back in its hiding-place and then Henry is going to give me his risque magazine,' said Cassie brightly. 'If Mama comes in whilst we're upstairs, be a dear and entertain her till we come back. If she asks where we are, you can tell her that I've taken Henry for a walk round the estate before it gets dark. The gong for dinner has just sounded and I haven't even changed my attire yet. I must continue to record this entry later.
Motley Hall, South Devon, October 26th, 1901 (Before Luncheon) The clock will shortly strike twelve so I shall have just enough time to continue to record the events of yesterday.
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.
Seconds later I discharged a copious emission of frothy jism inside her and Cassie yelled out: 'Yes! Oh yes! Well done, Henry, you've made me come, you dear boy!' The luscious girl stayed in this position, her body writhing from side to side as she flashed a voluptuous smile at me. 'Oooh, how wonderful, I can feel your cock is still nice and stiff,' exclaimed Cassie happily. And with my rigid rod still ensheathed in her flooded cunt, she started to pump upon my shaft. Then I grabbed hold of her soft, beautifully-rounded bum cheeks and pulled her slowly up and down, treating my cock to long, deep strokes as I raised the tempo from lento to andante. Cassie eagerly took up the rhythm and pistoned her tight little backside furiously up and down until she was again on the verge of a spend. She yelled: 'Oh Henry, give me all you've got! Shoot your spunk up my snatch, you randy rogue! A-a-a-h, what a wonderful cock you have, I'm spending again! Go on now, finish off by shooting off again inside me!' I gritted my teeth and jerked my hips up and down until with a cry I also spent a second time, hurling wedges of creamy spunk inside Cassie's flooded love funnel. Our bodies heaved and bucked together until she rolled off me and we lay still, panting with exhaustion after this splendid session of passionate coupling. My shaft was now lolling limply over my thigh, milked dry by the exquisite suction of Cassie's cunney. But this salacious young filly spread herself out on her back with her legs wide apart and whispered to me that her sopping pussey was still tingling and would adore some further attention. Although I was feeling tired, I could hardly leave my nubile young lover in limbo, so I heaved myself up and knelt between her thighs. Taking a deep breath, I slid my hands underneath her bottom and dived down to press my face against her love lips, probing Cassie's sopping pussey with the tip of my tongue. She moaned with erotic ecstasy as I sucked her cunney with gusto, licking and lapping at her tender, erect clitty. My face was coated by the flow of the tangy mix of Cassie's cuntal juices and my own spunky emission which was now cascading out of her pussey as she opened her long slender legs as wide as possible to make her pungent pussey more accessible. I paused for a moment to savour her musky cuntal aroma-before nibbling lightly on her pouting pussey lips which caused her to purr with pleasure like a kitten. Oh, how I enjoyed licking out this delicious girl, forcing my tongue deep into her moist love channel, sliding it up and down her dripping crack. She yelped with ecstasy and clamped her thighs around my head when I found her twitching love button, twisting and turning so strongly that I had some difficulty in keeping my mouth glued to her cunney. Somehow I managed to keep my lips firmly over her cunt as she rubbed herself off to a shuddering climax against my mouth. When we had recovered, I kissed Cassie on the cheek and said that I needed to bathe and change before dinner. 'By all means,' she nodded and added: 'You don't have to get dressed again, Henry. You can go straight into your bedroom through the door on the right hand side of my wardrobe.' 'That's very useful,' I commented as I gathered up my clothes. She gave me an impudent wink as she replied: 'Yes, and even more so after we have dined. I deliberately instructed Polgrave to put your
