Anonymous: The Oyster Volume VI

The sweet girl thanked me as she obediently turned herself over to lie on her front and I smoothed the cream onto the upper parts of her back with my fingertips. Then I looked down at her dimpled peaches of her bum cheeks and said huskily: 'Now I'd better put some on your botty. It's all white and will burn if you're not careful.'

My pussey was already damp when I massaged Gerry's beautiful bottom and my heart began to pound when, without my asking, she moved her legs slightly apart to enable my fingertips to dip between her thighs and lightly graze the edge of her pussey bush. However, I made no attempt to proceed further and gnawing my lower lip in frustration I merely gulped: 'Good girl, now turn over and I'll finish you off.

She swung herself round to lie on her back and I smeared the cream on her breasts, lightly cupping the gorgeous globes as I said with a smile: 'Well, we mustn't let these pretties become red and sore.'

Frankly, I was soon carried away as I began kneading her superb bosoms and finding it impossible to contain myself any longer, I shamelessly let my fingers stray Over her hardening nipples. To my immense relief, Gerry did not push my hand away but sensually wriggled her body and whispered: 'You may kiss them if you like, Molly.'

I needed no further invitation and a tiny whimper escaped from Gerry's lips as my lips fastened on one of her rubbery nipples whilst I rolled the other between the fingers of my right hand. I sucked greedily on the stiffening nipple whilst my hand dropped down until my fingers were entangled in the delicate fluffy hair which lightly covered the swell of her mound. My finger gently probed lower until it lightly grazed the lips of her pussey and now Gerry gasped and pulled me on top of her, seizing my hand in her own as she guided two of my fingers into her sticky wetness.

With mounting excitement I finger-fucked the delicious girl and Gerry had no qualms about making my hand the instrument of her pleasure, rubbing her clitty against it until it protruded beyond her outer cunney lips. I squeezed the fleshy love button between my fingers and she drove me on with increasing urgency as I frigged her faster and faster.

Then I dropped my head downwards, fastening my lips onto Gerry's dripping love funnel as my tongue flicked inside her cunt. I sucked in her tangy love juice whilst she jerked up and down in a frenzy of salacious excitement. I varied the cuntal stimulation by opening her velvety folds and stroking her twitching clitty which sent fresh tremors of ecstasy coursing through her body from the epicentre of pleasure between her legs.

'Have you come, darling?' I enquired, lifting my mouth from her sopping slit when Gerry screamed out her pleasure. Her blissful sigh was answer enough and so I now rolled over on my back, my thighs spread wide and my legs raised as I massaged my own auburn-haired pussey, my left hand moving rapidly over my already swollen clitty and two fingers of my right hand working in and out of my cunt from which trickles of love juice were already dribbling down my thighs.

'Wait for me!' cried Gerry, throwing herself on top of me. Taking my face in her hands, she pressed her lips against mine. We exchanged a fiery open-mouthed kiss, our tongues waggling in each other's mouths until Gerry withdrew to slide her mouth downwards, breaking her journey first to one nipple and then the other before slipping down my trembling belly to my thick brown bush.

'Ahhh, that's so lovely,' I murmured as my delectable cousin carefully moistened my inner thighs and then teased the tip of her tongue along the length of my tingling love slit before gently inserting two of her long fingers between my pouting pussey lips. She brought me off quite beautifully with her thumb and fingers pressed together, stroking, circling and then plunging in and out of my clinging quim. I writhed from side to side in the most delicious agony as Gerry slurped the cuntal juice which was now freely flowing out of my hairy snatch as I shuddered my way to a wonderful orgasm.

'You clever darling, you've made me spend,' I panted as I fought to regain my breath. 'Can you feel my juices running over your face?'

'Oh, I think you can cum again,' she muttered. I fairly screamed with delight as the impudent girl slipped her hand underneath me and frigged my arsehole with the tip of her little finger as she continued to lick and lap inside my dripping honeypot, flicking her tongue around my erect clitty.

In no time at all, I did indeed climax again in a mad frenzy of passion as she pressed her mouth up to my soaking slit, working her tongue deeper and deeper as a second copious flow of cum gushed over her nose and lips.

Our surging desires were still not fully satisfied for we were still at that joyful early stage in a physical relationship when we still had to find out the particular likes and dislikes of the new partner. Fortunately, our tastes were very similar and I immediately nodded my agreement when Gerry suggested a naughty and novel love-play which she said she adored. After the usual foreplay of kissing and cuddling whilst we pinched each other's titties, she rolled on top of me and, parting my pussey lips with her fingers, Gerry directed her erect clitty into my open cunt. Without separating for a moment, our bodies writhed from side to side, swimming in a veritable sea of lubricity as we spent within seconds of each other, feeling the force of our orgasms rushing through our bodies.

We threw ourselves back on the tablecloth which was now much stained with the evidence of our naughtiness. Suddenly Gerry sat up and cocked her head as she said quietly: 'Molly, I could swear I heard footsteps coming from near that big tree in front of us.'

I struggled into a sitting position. I replied that she must have been mistaken for all I could hear was the faint sound of birdsong from some distance away.

'No, I'll bet you a thousand pounds that there's someone watching us from behind that old oak,' she insisted. Scrambling to her feet she darted towards the gnarled trunk and shouted out triumphantly: 'I can see you, young man! Come out here and show yourself!'

With some reluctance, a boy slowly moved out from behind the tree. Being slightly short-sighted, I peered across to see for myself who had been spying on us whilst Gerry ran towards the culprit and, grabbing him by the arm, marched him towards me.

Gerry called out that she knew the identity of this youthful Peeping Tom who was dressed only in a white running vest and a pair of brief athletic shorts. 'Molly, this young fellow is Master Christopher Lewis-Tucker. He's the youngest son of Major Fortescue Lewis-Tucker who happens to be the Mayor of Killarney.'

She turned to the good-looking youth who was tall and well-made for his age and went on: 'What do you think your father would say if he found out what you had been up to, young man?'

Poor Christopher was rooted to the spot, unable to speak or move as a crimson blush of shame spread over his cheeks as he stood with his head hung down on his chest. I could not but feel somewhat sorry for him for it seemed to me that he was embarrassed rather than excited by the sight of two naked girls.

'Well then, what do you have to say for yourself, h'm? 'Gerry demanded. With obvious effort he replied in a shy, apprehensive voice that he had had no idea of our presence when he had decided to take a few minutes' rest whilst running through the woods in preparation for the cross-country race which would be taking place locally on the coming Saturday afternoon.

'Please don't report me to my father or I'll be in terrible hot water because I'm supposed to be swotting for a geography exam next week,' he begged. Gerry winked at me whilst she pretended to consider his plea.

'Very well, I suppose we must give you the benefit of the doubt, Christopher,' she said finally. 'Anyhow, I dare say that Molly and I must rely on you not to sneak on us.'