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 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.