They embraced each other heartily and Fred explained that Miss Miller was a distinguished actress in her home town of Boston and had played in many of the top theatres throughout the United States.
“Are you working over here, Patsy?” he asked and she shook her head.
'I'm over here purely for a vacation, Fred. The London impressarios have been badgering me and I was tempted by a generous offer from Konrad Kochanski to appear in As You Like It at Drury Lane in London.
But I've turned him down along with all the others! I need to recharge my batteries and paint and sketch a little. I'm staying with Lord Hugh Hoffner at Hampsthwaite. Where are you residing, Fred? You really must come along to see me there, especially if you bring along your camera.
His Lordship is fascinated by the idea of moving pictures.” 'Mr.
Nolan explained that he was staying at Albion Towers with your family, Rupert, and then after he introduced Reverend Armstrong and myself, Miss Miller showed us some of the pictures she had painted during her holiday. I looked over Mr. Nolan's shoulder as he leafed through her portfolio but to my delighted surprise there were no landscapes of Knaresborough Castle or the surrounds-instead there were twenty or thirty sketches and most were precisely drawn studies of those parts of the human body that we rarely see on canvas! There were titties and arses, cunts and pricks galore, Rupert. My favourite was perhaps the one of a girl with her skirts thrown up and her naked bottom thrust out towards the beholder in such a fashion that, between the spread legs, one could see her furry auburn bush and her cunney lips that were already parted as if in eager anticipation of thrusting entry.'
'How fascinating! Isn't it the very deuce of a coincidence that only last week Diana Wigmore, another female artist who loves fucking, was good enough to rid me of my troublesome virginity. I'll tell you something, Frank old boy, even if I pass all the University examinations when we leave St Lionel's, blow Oxford and Cambridge, I'm off to art school in London, Paris or Rome.' My pal chuckled and continued: 'And I think I'll join you, although my brother Roger assures me that there is plenty of fucking available to undergraduates in both those august establishments. Anyhow, as I was telling you, Mr.
Nolan was also much taken by this drawing and demanded to know who the lady in question might be. “Oh no, I cannot tell you,” said Miss Miller roguishly. “It would be wrong to divulge the name of my sitter, for all these drawings were done for private exhibition only. I mean, supposing I was to circulate a picture of your prick. I doubt whether you would want it bandied about amongst gatherings of strangers or passed from hand to hand even amongst those of your acquaintances.
Don't you agree, Reverend Armstrong?” 'Campbell took her point and commented: “I agree that your lips should remain sealed, Miss Miller, and that we must think of your sketch only as The Unknown Cunt. However, the love-channel in question does appear to be a most welcoming furrow and one can hardly blame any gentleman for being curious to find out the name of its owner.” He pulled out another drawing that showed a pretty, buxom looking young woman with a happy smile upon her lips about to kiss the uncapped knob of a well-sized erect prick that she was lovingly cradling in her hands. '“Ah ha,” said Campbell. “Now here is a sensitive sketch from life that I find most pleasing, with its suggestions both of vulnerability and of a half-ashamed boldness.” '“It does not offend you, Reverend?” twinkled the artist. “Certainly not, my dear young lady,” he quipped, “for it shows that the female in question has learned her catechism well. Does she not show that she knows what is the chief end of man? But I think you have based this picture upon an illustration from Mr. Angus Gradegate's Fucking For Fun which must also be available in your country.” '“Well spotted,” said Miss Miller with unconcealed admiration. “Only a very few people have ever made the connection.” Campbell replied modestly: “Well, I do have an unfair advantage here, as the girl who posed for the illustration in Mr. Gradegate's valuable tome was my cousin Louise Lombert from Dumbarton and the member she is holding is that of her friend, Mr.
John Gibson of Edinburgh, a gentleman whose penis is reckoned to be perhaps the largest in all of Scotland.” '“Really now,” said Miss Miller. “Is Mr. Gibson still residing in Edinburgh? I plan to spend a few days there early next week and would appreciate an introduction.”
She turned to Mr. Nolan and added: “You'll hardly credit it, Fred, but I've not had a good fuck since I came to England.” '“How terrible,” said Mr. Nolan as he took hold of the willing girl. “Let's put that right here and now! After all, we're old friends and I'm sure my companions will excuse me if I asked them to continue their stroll without me.” 'Campbell whipped out a notebook and said that he would walk on to a park bench a quarter of a mile or so up the road. I would have joined him but the fiery-haired American girl said: “Don't leave us, young man. You may learn something to your advantage.” 'Mr. Nolan looked a little dubious but then his face cleared and he said to me: “Oh yes, I quite forgot, Patsy prefers an audience whilst fucking which I suppose comes from performing so much on the stage. Come on, let's go behind the clump of trees over there. After all, you're welcome to watch, Frank, but we don't want to admit the general public-especially as they would be able to see for free!” 'I followed the couple down the hill to the place Mr. Nolan suggested and once we found an even piece of ground, I helped spread out the rug Miss Miller had brought with her and we laid it on the grass. Mr. Nolan quickly stripped off and lay down on his back, his prick waving upwards like a huge, veiny truncheon. Miss Miller laughed gaily as she stepped out of her dress and slipped off her chemise. She wore no knickers (it was because the day was so warm, she later confided) and she paraded her naked charms which gave me a stiffstander in no time. What a ravishing sight she was, Rupert, and I almost spent there and then as her firm, thrusting breasts swung gracefully as she pirouetted lightly on the balls of her feet, letting me see her delectable figure. Straightaway I recognised her pussey from the picture that had so attracted us. “The Unknown Cunt', as Campbell had called it, was none other than a clever self-portrait for there in all its glory was the pouting little crack inside the curly auburn-haired triangle which nestled between her creamy white thighs.
'But I said nothing as she swooped down and washed Mr. Nolan's knob with her tongue. She then wrapped her rich lips around the straining shaft and sucked lustily for a little before climbing up on him with her knees on either side of his torso. She pulled open her pink cunney lips and I saw her take hold of his cock and guide it inside her. Like Mr. Nolan, Patsy Miller was an expert equestrian and this was shown as she rode his prick with great assurance, twisting her hips and bouncing merrily away, leaning forward so that he could take her cherry nipples in his mouth. 'Her face was now flushed with excitement and she turned to me and gasped: “Come on, let me see what you have to offer.” I unbuttoned my trousers and presented my cock to her. She took it in her hands and peeled back my foreskin as she massaged my shaft. “Hey, big boy, what a whopper, that looks like a prick big enough for a man twice your age. And such a fine smooth-skinned shaft, as hard and stiff as anything, yet like velvet to the touch.” 'She continued to bounce up and down Mr. Nolan's prick as she leaned forward to lick and tongue my purple knob. Then, with a practised hand, she cupped my balls in the palm of her hand and gently pulled me towards her so that she could feed all of my shaft inside her mouth. Perhaps it was the lewd sight of Patsy sucking my cock which brought Mr. Nolan off so quickly. “Are you ready for it, Patsy?” he panted as she rocked backwards and forwards on his prick in rhythm with the grand sucking to which she was treating my delighted member. I felt such delicious stabs of desire as she sucked my cock, teasing my helmet against the roof of her mouth with her tongue that I, too, soon felt the surge of a powerful spend coursing through my throbbing staff. We both spunked simultaneously and Mr. Nolan filled her cunt with his copious emission of sticky white jism whilst I drenched her mouth with my spurtings of creamy sperm. '“Thanks, boys, that was a nice brisk fuck. I really enjoyed that and I must tell you, Fred, that young Frank here has a lovely salty tang to his jism. M'mm, nothing tastes as clean and fresh as frothy spunk straight from the cock. My God, his prick is still stiff even after spunking!
Oh well, let's not waste any time.” She lay down on the sheet, and pulled me on top of her. I entered her easily, for her cunney was well greased from Fred's jism. I slid my full length deep into her and began to fuck her as she threw her legs around my waist. She arched upwards at every stroke, her bum cheeks coming off the sheet as she gyrated faster and faster. She wailed with ecstasy as I grabbed her breasts and brought my head down to suck those lovely red nipples. I felt her cunney contract around my cock as I thrust madly into her exquisite wetness and all too soon the sperm came bubbling up from my balls. Luckily, she reached port first, shivering and trembling as with one last push I started to spend, spurting my hot love juice inside her willing cunt. She gurgled with joy as my frothy white cream hurtled into her and she milked my prick superbly. Then Mr. Nolan showed us his expertise at bum fucking and, as requested, I tossed myself off and squirted my sperm over her titties whilst her bottom hole was being flooded by Mr. Nolan. 'So you see, Rupert, I didn't miss out too much by not joining you this afternoon at Farnham for I was absolutely shagged out and needed a rest!' 'You certainly did not,' I agreed and I asked him where Mr. Nolan might be found. Frank informed me that our guest was still engaged in developing his film so I decided to go to my bedroom and take a bath as I was feeling hot and bothered after all that exercise at Farnham.
In my room, I took off my jacket when I suddenly remembered that our form had been set some holiday work
