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… '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.
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