'Good morning, Rupert,' said Reverend Armstrong in his soft Scottish burr.
'Is the weather not glorious? Ah, I believe you are acquainted with Miss Dartland.' 'Good morning, Reverend,' I replied. 'May I introduce Miss Katie Harbottle of Harbottle Hall near Wharton? This gentleman is Mr. Frederick Nolan from the United States of America and this is Frank Folkestone, my best chum who is staying with me during the holidays.' He beamed a bright smile at us. 'So pleased to meet you good people. I am Reverend Armstrong of Farnham and this is Miss Barbara Dartland whose father is the Squire of our little community.' 'Good morning,' said Barbara shyly. 'Mr. Nolan, are you the owner of this moving picture camera?' 'I am indeed,' said our American guest. 'Would you care for me to explain the workings of the machine?' Barbara smile. 'Oh no, that won't be necessary, for I was shown such a camera by my Uncle William whilst he worked with Mr. Edison in your country.' 'Your Uncle William-good heavens, you don't mean Will Dickson, by any chance? But what a coincidence! He and I are the greatest of friends. Why, I was one of those who advised him to leave Mr. Edison three years ago and join Biograph. He is a great pioneer of our industry.' 'I could not help observing that you were filming your actors au naturel,' said Reverend Armstrong genially. 'Was this an educational film, perhaps, for students?'
'You could say that,' agreed Mr. Nolan, as I looked more closely at Barbara who I had only seen a handful of times before on formal occasions. She was an attractive girl of perhaps twenty years, somewhat sallow of complexion with dark brown hair over a rather low forehead but with a most pleasing expression of face. Even at this early stage in my career as a cocksman, it occurred to me that her large sparkling eyes promised sultry pleasures and it was not too long before I was proved right in this assumption.
After a few minutes conversation, Barbara said: 'Why don't you join us for a drink before luncheon? We have brought an ice-box with us. Campbell, perhaps you would be kind enough to bring the pony and trap over here?' 'With pleasure,' replied the young Scottish cleric and he walked off to fulfil her request. Barbara confided to us that Campbell was a terribly sweet young man. 'It is just as well that my Papa doesn't know that Campbell is one of those clergymen who hold progressive views, or he would forbid me to see him,' she confided.
'So I presume that Campbell has no objection to the consumption of alcoholic beverages,' commented Katie Harbottle. 'Certainly not, and being of Scottish stock, you will not be very surprised when I tell you at times he can be a liberal imbiber,' replied Barbara with a slightly furrowed brow. 'But something troubles you, I can see,' Katie continued. 'Well yes, and seeing your film was very appropriate in the circumstances. You see, although Campbell may drink, he does not fuck.' 'Does not fuck!' gasped Katie in horrified astonishment. 'Surely such a masculine- looking young man is not of the persuasion favoured by Oscar Wilde?' 'Oh no, Campbell is no homosexualist. Indeed, he would very much like to fuck me but his religious belief forbids him to do so. I would not mind so much-for I respect his sincere religious conviction-but he really does not know how to pet properly and so I don't even get to enjoy a good kiss and cuddle.' “This is bad news, but I have an idea,' said Katie. 'Let's all have a drink first and I'll tell you what I have in mind later.' Campbell returned with the pony and trap and Fred helped him bring down the ice box and a large hamper. 'Why do cooks always provide enough food for an army?' he asked good-humouredly. 'It is uncanny how they know we will share our meal with friends.' How true, I thought, for we were almost in the exactly same situation I had found myself a few days before with Diana Wigmore. Barbara was spot on target about her ecclesiastical friend's indulgent attitude to the two bottles of chilled white wine. Frank and I preferred lemonade but Campbell, Fred, Katie and Barbara had no problem in polishing off the Chablis by themselves. After our al fresco luncheon, Fred, Frank and Campbell decided to take a short stroll in the woods. I decided to remain with the two girls and lay in the long grass, using my jacket and rucksack as a pillow. Although my eyes were closed I could easily overhear the conversation between Katie and Barbara and their heart-to-heart chat certainly made my young prick stiffen up pretty smartish! Barbara began it all by saying: 'I do envy you, you know, Katie dear, for you seem to have achieved total liberation if your love-making just now is anything to go by. If only I could enjoy such freedom, for not only my parents but also my gentleman admirers are so fuddy-duddy in their thinking that I do believe I shall go quite mad if I have to exist in this state for very much longer. 'It isn't so much my Papa, who is known for his old-fashioned obstinacy but dear Campbell who causes me such grief. I mean, he is so inhibited! We have exchanged kisses, many quite passionate and I have seen the swelling outline of his cock straining against his trousers. I have even brushed my hand against it once as if by accident of course, but the dear boy is so backwards in corning forward that I despair of his ever even caressing my breasts whilst we are engaged in an amorous embrace.' 'My dear Barbara! How extraordinary! It appears to me that you have a quite beautiful pair of bubbies. Any lad worth his salt would give his right arm to cup them in his hands and squeeze them,' said a shocked Katie. 'Thank you, Katie, I would have thought so my previous beaus have always tried as soon as possible to unbutton my blouse and caress my bare breasts. Oh Katie, I would like nothing better than to have Campbell's hands on my naked nipples. But he has never plucked up the courage to go further than a passionate kiss although I have now managed to make him put his tongue inside my mouth! I think he is frightened that he will upset me if he takes further liberties. You see, I am a virgin and do not feel ready just yet to enjoy the fullest delights of sexual play but I really would like to experience the joys of petting. I would greatly value your advice on just how to proceed as I feel very frustrated.' 'I'm hardly surprised to hear that,' said Katie kindly. 'Frankly, I am just astonished that any man could fail to be overwhelmingly aroused by your feminine charms. However, if I were you I should sit Campbell down somewhere and tell him before your lips touch his that he need not fear to let his feelings show, because you do not wish to let matters progress to their natural conclusion. Now, I do not believe for a moment that Campbell would turn out to be a cad, but just in case he does become over-excited once you begin the proceedings, I would keep a glass of cold water handy. I have found that either thrown in the face or down into the lap, a glass of cold water proves an ideal weapon against a too-ardent suitor. 'It's extremely doubtful that you will need any such protection with Campbell. Mind, he may become a different man once you have stroked his cock-men do, you know! Mind, I do not think that prick-teasing is a suitable sport for a lady. Once you begin you must continue until he obtains relief one way or the other through ejaculation, either with your hand or with your mouth. 'But first things first; come over here and sit next to me. Now let's pretend that I am Campbell and we are about to kiss.' Obediently, Barbara moved over to sit down next to her companion. Katie wrapped her arms around her and murmured: 'Now I think what would happen next is that he would take off your blouse once you had put your tongue inside his mouth.' And through my half-shut eyes, for I was still feigning slumber, I saw the wicked little minx unbutton Barbara's blouse and opened her chemise to reveal an absolutely delightful pair of soft rounded globes, each tipped with large aureoles and hard, pointed nipples which Katie immediately covered with her hands. 'Is that nice?' enquired Katie as she found the opening to the other girl's skirt and quickly unleashed it so that Barbara was clad solely in white frilly knickers and stockings.
Whether by accident or design, I am unsure, but Barbara's legs were already slightly parted when Katie's hand slyly insinuated itself between them and began to rub her mound through the semi-transparent material of her drawers. I only feasted my eyes on this lascivious scene for a moment because Barbara let out a little scream, saying that she could see the others returning from their walk in the woods. Reluctantly, Katie said: 'Oh, then put on your skirt and blouse but leave the top buttons undone so Campbell can see the swell of your lovely breasts. Gosh, he is a lucky man! If I were he, I would nibble upon your luscious red titties and bring you off by frigging your juicy cunney.' 'Katie! How could you be so rude!' said Barbara reprovingly but from her tone of voice I could see that she was not really offended by Katie's blunt country speech. She had plenty of time to prepare herself by the time the men returned and I stretched my limbs and let out a huge yawn as if I had just woken up from a deep sleep. When the others reached us Fred Nolan announced that he would be taking his camera to a picturesque location they had discovered during their walk. 'Come on, Rupert, we'll take the pony and trap,' said Frank. 'Do you mind if I stay here, I've got rather a headache coming on and I'm going to sleep it off,' I fibbed, and Campbell and Barbara also demurred. 'As you like,' said Fred Nolan. 'We'll be back in about an hour and half.' As they left, I rolled over and pretended to go back to sleep, leaving Campbell and Barbara together nearby. Sure enough, as soon as the coast was clear, they fell to kissing and cuddling in the most passionate fashion. Yet Campbell forbore to let his hands move towards Barbara's bosoms even though she had left the top buttons of her blouse invitingly open as Katie had instructed. There was only one way forward, she must have thought, for she took hold of Campbell's hands herself and cupped them firmly around her magnificent breasts. 'Don't you like my titties?' she asked plaintively. 'Oh yes, yes,' he groaned, 'but I fear that if I let my hands stay there they might be tempted to stray elsewhere!' 'Don't fret about it, I would have no objection,' she told him as she opened the remaining buttons of her blouse. Even this highly disciplined young clergyman could not be unmoved by the sight of her bare breasts as she shrugged off the garment and opened her chemise. Her dark hair, now fully undone and hanging in long tresses, veiled yet highlighted her firm, bouncy breasts. The swell of those superb orbs acted as magnets to Campbell's hands as he squeezed the milky white globes and let his fingers play with the tawny, taut nipples which had risen up to greet
