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.
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.