him.
This stimulated the pretty girl so much that she let her hand run down to his lap from which bulged an alarming protuberance. As their lips crashed together once more she opened the buttons of his trousers and out sprang his huge stiffstander, sturdily rising upwards. Barbara took hold of his swollen shaft and I must say that this holy son of Hibernia had been blessed with an enormous prick. It stood up, blue veined and as stiff as a board, jutting out at a slight curve. Barbara pulled back his foreskin and exposed the giant bulbous knob. She started to rub her hand up and down the giant staff but this set Campbell off into a wild frenzy. He almost ripped off Barbara's knickers in a frenzy of lustful desire and her thickly matted brown triangle of pussey hair came into view, with the little pink labia already fluttering out in anticipation of the joys to come. He then pushed her legs apart and separated her cunney lips with a questioning forefinger, letting it run up and down the full length of her exquisitely fashioned crack. 'Ooooh, Ooooh! Oh, Campbell, at last!' panted Barbara, as the curate continued to let his finger slide along the edges of her pouting slit. 'Now work it in and out of my cunt, there's a dear man.' He looked shocked at her frank words but as they engaged in yet another almost bruising kiss, he let one and then two fingers dip in and out of Barbara's honeypot. She purred with pure lust as she continued to rub his prick up to a stupendous height whilst by now Campbell was sucking and slurping away on one enlarged brown nipple and flicking and teasing the other between his fingers at a great speed. When Barbara reached down and handled his balls, the curate's body visibly shook and a fountain of sticky white cream spurted out from his cock. Barbara was by now trembling with the force of her own orgasm which rippled through her just as the last dribblings of spunk oozed out of Campbell's cock. In her delight she bent forward and lapped up the last dregs of his spend and the curate looked shocked. But she simply smacked her lips and said: 'There's nothing wrong in swallowing sperm, Campbell. I do so enjoy the salty taste of spunk. It is the most invigorating of tonics and it enables me to remain a virgin whilst bringing us both to the summit of the mountain of love. And come to think of it, I am making sure that you are guiltless of the sin of Onan who let his seed fall upon the ground. Campbell was not without a sense of humour and he said: 'I'm not too sure about the theology, my love, but the main reason is good enough for me. What a pity though that you only managed to lick up a morsel.' 'Ah, well I'm sure we can see if the well has not dried up,' said Barbara, dropping to her knees and taking the now shrunken helmet of his prick in her hands. She stroked his soft, hairy ballsack and took his entire limp shaft into her mouth, rolling it around her tongue until in a very few moments she took it out the transformed tool, now hard as rock again! She kissed the top of this massive red topped truncheon and sucked lustily on the uncapped ruby crown. Barbara had to stretch her jaw to cram in Campbell's big stiffie and continued to lick and lap away whilst frigging his shaft which brought on his climax very quickly. With a throaty moan, he shuddered and the first creamy jet of spunk came hurtling out of his cock. The first jet hit Barbara's nose but then she opened her mouth wide and gobbled furiously upon her sweetmeat, swallowing quickly to keep pace with his tangy libation. Then, as his spend passed its peak she took his entire shaft back into her mouth, sucking for all she was worth to extract the very last milky drops of love juice from his pumping prick. As they lay together, exhausted by their frenetic passions, I would have given anything for the opportunity to give myself some much-needed hand relief. But the lewd pair were looking almost directly at me and I could hardly move or they might guess that I had been watching them all the time! Barbara was the first to stir from their reverie. 'Campbell, did you enjoy yourself? I'm ready for more larks if you are.' 'I'd like to carry on but though the spirit is willing, the flesh is weak,' he sighed ruefully, flipping his limp penis with his hand. Barbara looked sorrowfully down at his turgid cock and said: 'Never mind, you don't need a stiff prick to release a lady. How would you like to kiss my pussey? I'd really be happy if you would. Have you ever done it before?' He blushed and replied: 'Back in Dundee there was a wee lassie named Lizzie who liked to have her cunney kissed. I'm not sure though that I was any good at it as she used to say that only my friend Eddie could bring her off with his mouth.' I'd like to find out for myself,' said Barbara, looking around to ensure that they were still alone. She unbuttoned her skirt and wriggled out of her knickers. She smoothed her hand between her parted thighs, letting her long fingers run through the thick tuft of curly brown hair through which I could just about see her cunney lips poking invitingly through their hirsute covering.
The curate heaved himself up to kneel before her and I could see that though there was now a crimson flush of excitement on his face, his prick still dangled flaccidly between his legs. Gingerly, he bent his head forward and planted a chaste kiss on her hairy mound. Then he kissed her furry bush again, this time with more feeling, and then again and again until he rained a veritable deluge of kisses upon her cunney. Now he was lying on his belly, his mouth tightly affixed to Barbara's pussey which, though hidden from my view, must have responded to his attentions. Very soon Campbell was sucking and slurping her love juices with uninhibited abandon. This set Barbara off, for she clamped her legs around his head as he paid court to her cunt whilst his hands reached up and grabbed her breasts, rolling her titties around in a circular motion. I heard Barbara breathe: 'Oh yes, finger-fuck me, darling,' as Campbell continued to pleasure her pussey as her hips moved up and down with increasing vigour until finally, with a convulsive tremor, she shouted out with great passion and came off, drenching his face with her love juices as she writhed in the delicious agonies of her orgasm. 'Was that good for you?' enquired Campbell somewhat unnecessarily as he raised himself up on his knees. 'Lovely, that was really lovely,' she sighed.
'Campbell, you tongue pussey beautifully and though I have yet to experience it, I cannot believe that your cock could be a very much more powerful organ. I adored the way you began with a light flicking motion on my clitty and then how you switched to cover the length of my crack from the clitty to the arse-hole. Oh darling, I so want you to make love to me!' He looked down and I saw that his once-turgid cock had now stiffened up into an enormous erection that poked up between his thighs like a flagpole. 'I would give anything to fuck you, Barbara, my sweet, and I fear that if we continue to carry on this way, this will happen as surely as night follows the day.'
'Then let us do it! I am tired of the stealthy hidden kisses, the furtive fondlings and clandestine meetings,' she declared, holding his throbbing tool and pressing it to the cleft between her gorgeous breasts. And who knows, perhaps Barbara would have lost her virginity then and there if the sound of the pony and trap had not been heard in the distance. They hastily broke away from each other and dressed themselves in record time so that all was seemly by the time Fred Nolan stepped down from the driving board and said cheerfully: 'Hello there, you two! The sun has gone behind the clouds so until it reappears we thought we would come back and keep you company.'
Campbell smiled weakly and I am sure that Barbara would have been lost for words but I saved the situation by giving a loud yawn and saying: 'Ah, what a difference forty winks can make. My headache has totally vanished and I'm quite fit again. What shall we do now?'
'Alas, I must be off as I promised to chair a meeting in the village hall this afternoon,' said Campbell. 'Actually, it's of the local Sports Club. Er, I don't suppose you would care to join us, Mr.
Nolan. Yours is such a fascinating profession that I am sure the members would be greatly interested in anything you had to day.'
'Members are usually more interested in which pussies they can slide into,' muttered Frank quietly as Fred Nolan shook his head.
Thank you for the invitation but I must be getting back and start developing my film which will keep me busy for some time. Katie, boys, would you like to stay here or go back to Albion Towers with me? 'Oh do stay,' begged Barbara. These meetings can be tedious but they don't last too long and then if you have time we can go back to my house for tea and crumpets. I can always arrange for Connor to take you back in one of our carriages.' No doubt because Mr. Nolan would be busy in the darkroom, Katie promptly accepted her invitation but Frank decided to go back home with Fred Nolan as he genuinely did feel the beginnings of a headache coming upon him (in later life poor Frank-or Sir Frank Folkestone to give my oldest friend his proper present-day nomenclature, for he inherited the family baronetcy in April 1912 when his father perished at sea, being a passenger on the ill-fated Titanic-has suffered badly from severe migraines, the pains of which can only be mitigated by lying down in a darkened room and when possible, having his prick sucked by a willing naked maidservant though I doubt whether his physician prescribed this latter treatment!). 'What a shame! After we have concluded the few items of business our little gathering is to be addressed by the hypnotist Dr Glanville Porterfield and it could prove to be a very interesting affair as he will offer to hypnotise members of the audience,' she said with regret. 'Oh, I'd like to come and see Dr Porterfield in action, if I may,' I piped up. 'Certainly, Rupert, do join us,' said Campbell and so I asked Frank to instruct Goldhill to send Wallace our coachman back with the pony and trap to Farnham Village Hall at five o'clock sharp. 'Katie, Wallace can take you back to Harbottle Hall,' I added. So we made our way to Farnham Village Hall where fifty or so ladies and gentlemen of the local gentry were gathered. The main business of the meeting was to thank those ladies and gentlemen who had taken part in the croquet, cricket and lawn tennis matches played by Farnham against other localities. Most of these matters were only of minimal interest but I will record the words of
