Good, now three minutes after Rupert begins turning the handle you call “cur”. Rupert then knows we have come to the end of the picture, so I will reload the camera. Get it?
Good boys, I know you won't let me down.' We were still somewhat dazed by the rapid-fire instructions but we took up our positions as the movie-maker rapidly completed undressing and ran over naked to the trap, pulling out a yellow blanket which he brought back for Katie to stand on. His swollen penis stood up high against his stomach like a marble column and Katie gasped with satisfaction as she arched her hips forward to feel the proud throbbing against her flesh. She was almost the same height as Mr. Nolan but she bent her knees slightly so that she could experience the delicious feel of his hard prick more directly against her pussey. She tilted her head to receive his mouth upon her full red lips. He pulled away for a second to shout: 'Start, rolling, Rupert!' before he returned his attention to Katie and covered her mouth with a burning kiss. I cranked the camera as Fred caressed the silky smoothness of Katie's back, his hands stroking deeply into her shoulders and down along her spine. Katie began to lean away from him, drawing him down on to the blanket and Fred lowered his body on top of hers with one of his legs dangling between her thighs. Then he heaved himself up to sit across her thighs, his legs gripping her hips as he cupped her quivering breasts with his hands, letting his fingers trace patterns across them as he gently tweaked the ripe strawberry nipples that were now as erect as could be. Frank had moved the camera as directed and I concentrated on catching the expression on Katie's face as Fred moved the tip of his upwardly curved diamond hard cock towards her mouth. She opened her lips to receive the purple-domed crown and took hold of his pulsating penis in a firm yet tender embrace, looking admiringly at the delicately blue-veined rigid shaft before moving her mouth along it, lapping, licking, sucking, moving faster and faster as her hands now clasped his tightening hairy ballsack. 'Not so fast, young lady, not so fast,' growled Nolan who realised that he was in danger of releasing his sperm too quickly under this exquisite palpating of his prick. 'I don't want to spend before we have to change the film.' So he took out his gleaming staff from her mouth and laid it between the firm swell of her breasts. Katie lay back and I let the camera focus upon her soft white belly and upon the mossy tuft of curly black hair between her legs and the superbly chiselled crack with its pouting lips which she parted with her fingers to reveal the glistening red gash of her cunney. 'Lick my pussey out, Fred,' she asked the American. He smiled his assent as he athletically sprang up and took up a new position, kneeling in front of her parted thighs. 'Cut!' yelled Frank and, momentarily startled, the couple looked towards us.
'Oh well, we could have found ourselves just beginning the paradise stroke,' sighed Mr. Nolan, as he heaved himself up to effect the necessary mechanics. It took only a few moments and I waited until he was back between Katie's legs before shouting: 'Ready when you are!' and began to display what turned out to be his considerable pussey-eating talents for the camera. I have kept a copy of this film in a locked compartment in my secretaire ever since and I understand that Dr Radlett Home, the aptly named specialist in sexual dysfunction, also possesses a print of Mr. Nolan paying attention to Katie Harbottle's pussey which he screens to patients and students alike as a perfect example of how to perform cunnilingus. Mr.
Nolan started by letting his tongue travel down the length of her velvety body, stopping briefly to lick around her navel before sliding down to her thighs. He was still kneeling when he parted the crisp curls of her thatch to reveal her damp, inviting cunney lips which opened like a lust-hungry mouth, eager to welcome the tip of Fred's questing tongue. He worked his face down into the cleft between her thighs. Even through the viewfinder of my camera. I could not help but notice how appealing her pussey looked. Doubtless Fred Nolan was even further stimulated by the delicate aroma of cunney juice that had already drifted across towards Frank and myself. Now he was down on his belly, between Katie's legs with one hand under her gorgeous backside to provide additional elevation and the other reaching around her thigh so that he was able to spread her pussey lips with his thumb and middle finger. She began to purr with pleasure as he then placed his lips over her swollen ditty and sucked it into his mouth, where the tip of his tongue began to explore it from all directions. Katie became very excited and thrashed about as he increased the vibrations of his tongue, wrenching out little yelps of excitement from the trembling girl who was now near to coming off. She wrapped her strong thighs around him and buried his head in her bush as he slurped noisily, varying the sensations for his partner by taking time out to lick the insides of her labia, kissing and sucking until her pussey must have been a veritable sea of lubricity. 'Aaah, that is heavenly! More! More! Oh Fred, you've sent me off!' cried Katie as she twisted and turned whilst her paramour sucked up the flow of love juice as she shuddered into a body-wracking orgasm. Mr. Nolan scrambled up to lie on top of Katie and he slipped his hands around her back to clutch the plump cheeks of her warm bottom. He chuckled and said: 'I'm so pleased that I was able to bring you off with my tongue. Sucking off can be hard work for a man but it's so gratifying when the girl achieves a spend. But now, Katie, I am going to fuck you. Would you like to know just how?' 'Oh yes, please, do tell me.' 'Well, first I shall mount you and then I'll decide just how we will take our pleasure. But for now, I'm going to lie upon your belly and inset my long, thick cock into your wet little snatch. Then I'll feel the velvety clinging muscles of your cunney as I move my shaft in and out of your juicy cunt-and we'll see what happens from there.' He moved surprisingly quickly, smoothing his hands over her breasts again which sent her into fresh raptures of delight. Then he was on top of her, hungrily searching for her mouth as they exchanged a burning kiss, moving their thighs together until their pubic muffs were rubbing roughly against each other. Fred's stiff prick probed the entrance to Katie's exquisitely formed crack and he lifted himself up on his hands and knees so that I was able to obtain a marvellous close-up shot of his swollen knob forcing its way through her pussey lips into the squelchy wetness of her cunney. Like a steel bolt, his cock rode thickly through the moist channel, separating the folds of gluey skin and fucking higher and higher, only pausing when it was prevented from further progress by the jamming together of their loins. 'What a wonderfully juicy cunt,' panted Fred, as his body rose up and down, thrusting his sinewy shaft in and out of her yielding vagina. 'Katie, I do believe that you'd fuck day and night if you could.' 'Oh yes, yes, yes. Fuck me, Fred, fuck me-no more talking, just ram that big tadger faster, oooh, that's the way!' she gasped in reply. Her eyes were shining and moist and a beautiful colour bloomed in her cheeks-such a shame that this could not be captured on celluloid, I thought, cranking away until Frank suddenly shouted: 'Cut, we're running out of time.' Alas, this meant that Mr. Nolan had to scramble up, his erect cock glistening with cunney juice, and change the film once again before rushing back to place his prick back in its moist, warm haven of Katie's cunt.
'I'm ready when you are,' I called out and he took up where he had been forced to leave off. He moved his hands around her gorgeous curves with practised ease, squeezing her firm breasts, rubbing the big red stalks of her nipples against his palms as she took hold of his magnificently gleaming stiffstander and guided it back into her yearning cunney. Katie wrapped her arms and legs around Mr. Nolan's lithe frame and urged him to make it 'hard and fast, Fred – I want to feel every inch of your big fat cock when you spunk into me.' She clamped her feet round his back and drummed her heels against his spine as he pounded his penis into her soaking little nookie. She took up the rhythm of his thrustings and this was too much for poor Frank.
He let go the camera and tearing off his trousers, started to wank his enormous prick, frigging it up to bursting point. 'Join in, join in!' cried Katie, so he shuffled over to them, his trousers round his ankles, his cock in his hand. She took hold of his pulsing tool and pulled his knob into her mouth, lashing it with her tongue as she sucked noisily away. Frank shot a fierce jet of love juice between her lips just as Fred drenched her eager cunney with a flood of frothy sperm as Katie's hands clasped his bum cheeks, pushing him deeper and deeper inside her as she brought herself off into a tremendous spend.
'More! More! More!' she cried out, desperate to prolong the grandeur of her fulfillment. Gamely, Fred drove on and I could see the copious quantities of spunk overflowing from Katie's cunt and running down the crevice of her bum. One last spasm wracked their bodies and they fell back exhausted though Katie still had the strength to suck up the last remaining milky drops of Frank's sperm from the 'eye' on his now softening helmet. 'M'm, that was a splendid coupling, gentlemen,' said Katie, as she recovered her senses. 'Dear Fred, you really are one of the best fucks I've ever had, and Frank, dear boy, what a delicious bonne bouche your sweet cock made during it all.'
Fred smiled his thanks. Thank you, Katie, and may I truthfully say to you that for me that you have one of the most magnificent cunnies it has ever been my pleasure to encounter. My prick will ever be at your service whenever you require it.' After the participants had dressed themselves, Mr. Nolan carefully put away the exposed film which we would have developed at Ramsay's Studios near Paddington Station in London. I still have a good copy of the print and often amuse myself and occasionally house guests these days by showing them this erotic little moving picture. But then, to my discomforture, I heard the unmistakeable sounds of the rustle of clothes behind us. I turned my head and to my horror saw that we had been joined by the Reverend Campbell Armstrong, a curate from Farnham, a little village close by, and Barbara, the second daughter of Major Dartland, the Squire of Farnham, a man of choleric disposition who my mother detested because of his antediluvian political views that would not have disgraced Ghengis Khan! For how long had they been watching us? Oh well, I would just have to brazen it out…
