Henry, I'll take my keys with me in case Mr. Hutchinson has locked the door.' By good fortune I met Mr. Hutchinson just as he was about to open his door. As Lizzie had correctly forecast, after I passed on her instructions, he muttered: 'As soon as possible, did you say? Very well, I'll go round to the sick bay as soon as I have returned this book I borrowed from Dr Muttley's shelves last week.' 'I'll return the book to Dr Muttley for you, sir,' I said innocently. He nodded and said: 'Thank you, Dashwood, that will save me a little time. Please give the headmaster my compliments and tell him I found Mr. Mountjoy's volume on foreign affairs extremely interesting.' I could also pass on the information about Freda to General Bulstrode, I thought to myself as I knocked on the door. But when I opened the door after Dr Muttley had boomed 'enter', I immediately saw Lizzie standing next to General Bulstrode and realised that she must have already given him the news about Freda. And indeed, this must have pleased the General who said in an almost genial tone: 'Well, I must be away as I have someone waiting to see me. I'm happy to leave the matter we discussed in your capable hands, Muttley. I'm sure that I can rely on your good sense to help me keep this impudent young puppy from pestering my daughter.
Good night to you, sir, and good night to you, Mrs. Dickerson. Thank you once again for passing on that message to me.' He brushed by me as he walked out of the study at a lively pace and shut the door firmly behind him. Forgetting my presence for the moment, the headmaster turned to Lizzie and said: 'What a strange chap he is!
Whatever was in that note certainly calmed him down. In any case, I have no intention of interfering with personal matters which are of no concern to myself or the school. After all, Smeeth's nephew is a Church of England curate, not some kind of libertine cad!' Lizzie coughed and looked meaningfully in my me standing there. 'Ah yes, Dashwood, what can I do for you, my boy?' I gave the headmaster the book and, after I had relayed Mr. Hutchinson's message, Lizzie and I left the headmaster's study together. Outside in the corridor, she kissed my forehead and said: 'Well done, Henry, now I must be off to see Mr. Hutchinson, but you would be doing Nancy and Beresford a great service if you strolled down to Smeeth's cottage and informed them that the General will be too busy to bother them for at least the next hour. Then come back here and keep an eye on things.' I was in two minds whether or not to comply with this request, but when I returned to the study, neither Johnny nor George was to be seen. So, I slipped on my overcoat and walked down the drive to the groundsman's cottage to deliver the good news to the happy couple. Although there was a dim light showing through the curtains in the front room, there was no reply when I knocked on the door. I knocked a second time, but again there was no reply. I decided to walk round the back and investigate for I could not understand why neither Nancy nor Beresford had opened the door. There were no lights showing around the back and I was about to leave, when the thought came to me that, only the other week, I had read in the Ashford Gazette of an old lady who had been badly burned in a fire caused by a faulty oil lamp left burning in her kitchen. Now Smeeth is a most careful kind of chap and would never leave a light on if nobody was at home. So, with the best intentions in the world, I set about looking for the spare key which Polly had told me her father hid under a flower pot if she was working late at the sanitarium. Then it occurred to me that perhaps the cottage was being robbed by one of the petty thieves whose activities have also been recorded recently in the local newspaper. In that case, I decided I would apprehend the burglar. I picked up a stout stick which was lying against the side of the house and, sliding it under my arm, I quietly approached the front door. I tried the doorknob and, to my fear and surprise, the door opened. I stepped into the darkness of the hall and closed it almost noiselessly behind me.
Then, with the stick gripped firmly in my hand, I tip-toed towards the light coming out from the front room, the door of which was only half shut. I bit my lip however, when I instantly recognised the sweet tones of Nancy Bulstrode's voice. 'Oh Berry, don't you think it would have been wiser to answer the door?' she asked in a faltering voice. 'No, I'm sure whoever knocked will have just gone away. It was so kind of Lizzie Dickerson to head off a confrontation with your Papa, and as my dear cousin Polly has arranged to keep my uncle and aunt away till eight o'clock, I certainly don't want to waste a moment of the little precious time we can spend alone.' 'Neither do I, darling,' Nancy sighed. I dared not move whilst I tried to decide what I should now do. On one hand, I could simply retreat and leave the lovers be, but on the other, I had important news to impart to them, and surely they could not have meant to leave the door unlocked.
So, how best could I make my presence known without embarrassing Nancy? The answer came swiftly to me – I had a sheet of paper in my overcoat, and I would use my new Alanbrooke fountain pen to write a message which I would leave in the rack for letters by the front door.
Then I would go outside, close the door and keep knocking until I heard Beresford or Nancy come to answer it. In this way, they would find my note and I would be able to walk away, without having to engage in any conversation. Just to ensure that all was as it should be, I peeped through the half-open door and saw Nancy and Beresford sitting together on a small sofa. As I looked on, she closed her liquid, blue eyes whilst the couple dissolved into a passionate kiss. I stifled a gasp of surprise when Nancy's hand wandered to the front of Beresford's trousers and pressed hard against the bulge of his stiffstander. I was even more astonished – for, when all is said and done Beresford Tagholm is a man of the cloth – when I saw the curate unbutton the front of Nancy's dress and slide down the straps of her chemise. Her beautiful bare breasts were as white as alabaster and crowned with luscious strawberry-coloured nipples. 'Play with my breasts, Berry, I love having my nipples kissed,' she murmured and her fiance was more than ready to oblige! Whilst he licked and lapped her gorgeous titties, he started to undress her, until the adorable girl was completely nude. Then he tore off his own clothes and a pang of jealousy shot through me when I saw the size of his enormous prick which was standing stiffly up against his belly. It was the biggest cock I have ever seen, at least twelve inches long and even thicker than that of Hawton of the Lower Sixth, whose tremendous todger took first place in the unofficial Victor Pudendum contest which is held on the last day of the summer term for the largest shaft in the senior school. Nancy curled her fingers around it and began to move her fist delicately up and down the blue-veined shaft. Then she dropped to her knees and kissed the uncapped, glistening helmet, her fingers drumming softly on his bum cheeks. She took as much of this colossal cock as she could between her lips as she started to suck on it like a fruity lollipop. But Beresford very soon pulled her head away from his twitching tool and said softly: 'I'm sorry darling, but unless you stop, I'll come in your mouth and I want to fuck you properly.' With a delicious smile, the gorgeous girl did as she was told and stood with her legs apart as she bent over the sofa so that both Beresford and I enjoyed a lovely view of her open bottom and pouting quim while the lips of her cunney stretched to expose the flushed chink of her love tunnel. Then Beresford leaned over her and her bottom wriggled sensuously from side to side as, taking a series of deep breaths, he pushed his huge knob between her buttocks.
However, Beresford did not attempt to cork her bum-hole, but pushed his cock inside the supple, wet crack of her cunt, thrusting deeply as Nancy let out a tiny yelp of delight. He pushed forward fiercely, burying his shaft to the very hilt so that his balls rested against her bum cheeks and, holding her round the waist until he felt his cock could push forward no further, he shifted his hands to fondle her soft, rounded bosoms, rubbing the elongated rosebud titties until they must have been as hard as rocks. 'Fuck me, darling, I adore the feel of your big cock sliding in and out of my little cunney,' breathed Nancy. Beresford immediately obeyed, sliding his immense organ in and out of her pussey at some speed. Nancy responded gaily to every thrilling shove and I could hear, if not see, Beresford's hairy balls slapping against her bum as he moved to and fro in a fierce, shunting movement. This brought them both to the boil very quickly and, with one final, almighty thrust forward, he spurted into her, working his gleaming shaft back and forth as he creamed her cunney.
I ripped open my fly buttons and released my own pulsing organ which had been bursting to be freed from the confines of my trousers.
I began to slide my cupped hand up and down the straining girth of my swollen shaft, my firm motions regularly revealing and covering the crimson blush of my domed helmet. 'Oooh, your cock is still stiff,' exclaimed Nancy joyously as she reached behind her and clasped hold of Beresford's shining, wet shaft. 'Now, my dear, you must lie down on the sofa and let me do all the work this time.' 'With pleasure, my dearest,' Beresford panted as he pulled his cock out of the cleft of her buttocks. 'Who am I to disobey such a sweet command?'
He lay down as she had instructed and Nancy sat astride him, trailing her magnificent breasts up and down his torso. Then she lifted her hips and crouched over his quivering cock, her cunney directly poised above his uncapped, purple knob. She slid gently down his rigid rod with a heartfelt sigh of satisfaction and, ever so slowly, she lifted and lowered her dripping honeypot so that Beresford's boner went higher and deeper inside her with every stroke.
They soon established a rhythm to their fucking and his hips jerked upwards at each of Nancy's downward thrusts. By this time, I could no longer hold back my spend and my proud prick spurted a fierce jet of sticky jism on
