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 to the Smeeth's hall carpet as warm waves of sheer bliss coursed through my body. I wiped my cock with my handkerchief, but my attempt to dab at the soiled carpet was ineffectual. I glanced up to see Nancy was now pumping up and down on Beresford's shaft at great speed, digging her fingernails into his ribs. Each voluptuous shove was accompanied by their mutual wails of ecstasy. He pulled her body forward so as to rub one of her red titties between his fingers whilst he took the other pouting strawberry between his lips. The supreme moment soon arrived and she dropped down hard upon his raging rammer with a husky cry. They spent profusely, draining each other dry, until they finally came to rest.