Anonymous - The Oyster Volume VI

Dipping her face close, Erika inhaled the heady aroma of an aroused cunney. Then she began to lick out her sister's snatch, forcing her tongue inside the quivering wet love tunnel, sliding it up and down the slit, pushing and probing as Alexa rubbed herself off against her lips.

Naturally, this stimulating sight affected us and Susie threw back her head in sheer ecstasy, tossing her mane of glossy hair over her shoulders as she urged me to drive my cock deeper and deeper. With her rounded bum cheeks cupped in my palms, she writhed savagely whilst my sinewy shaft rammed in and out of her dripping honeypot.

'Y-e-s-s-s! Y-e-s-s-s! Y-e-s-s-s!' she screamed and I could feel the throbbing of Susie's cunney muscles increase to spasm point. When she finally spent with shuddering cries of release, within seconds great gushes of jism spurted out of my twitching tool and creamed every nook and cranny of Susie's clingy quim. We collapsed down together in each other's arms and I grinned when I saw that Ian Pethick's todger had regained all of its former strength and was standing up to attention between his wiry thighs.

'Better late than never,' exclaimed Alexa when Ian moved round on his knees behind her. She felt him duplicate my actions with Susie and push his newly erect prick between her bum cheeks. 'You can smear some cold cream on your cock and go up my arse, if you like. Don't be shy, I really have a fancy to be bum-fucked.'

Erika passed him a jar from the side table next to the bed. Ian greased his tool and then directed his knob towards the tiny starfish-shaped rosette of Alexa's rear dimple. At first she gave a little yelp of discomfort but the cold cream worked like a charm and she wriggled her arse until Ian's cock was safely inside her back passage. For a brief moment he rested and then, taking a deep breath, he threw his arms around Alexa's waist and frigged her cunney whilst he began to plunge his prick in and out of the now-widened rim of her puckered little arsehole.

This double stimulation made Alexa squeal as she squirmed under the surging strokes of his shaft and she cried out joyfully: 'A-h-r-e! A-h-r-e! I'm cumming, Ian. I'm cumming! Empty your balls in my backside, you randy rascal!'

Her love juices flowed freely as Ian flooded her bottom with a copious discharge of sticky seed and continued to work his prick to and fro until, with an audible 'pop', he unplugged his cock from her bum-hole.

The insatiable girls were ready to carry on with this orgy but I pleaded the absence of time for we all still had to bathe and change into our evening clothes. True as this was, masculine pride caused me to omit the other reason for finishing this glorious bout of fucking- which was that Ian and I were frankly exhausted from our labours!

So the pair of us slid out of the bed and started to dress ourselves whilst the girls continued to play with each other, with Erika and Susie rubbing their pussies together while Alexa climbed on top of Susie's back and brought herself off by frigging her ditty with her left thumb and forefinger and Susie's cunney with the fingers of her right hand.

'I've always maintained that the fellow who said that women were the weaker sex was a damned fool,' I whispered to Ian who gave a throaty chuckle as he pulled on his trousers and nodded: 'Yes, though I feel our pricks both performed with distinction.

'Come to my room for a drink and I'll explain why, old boy,' he added quietly. Frankly, I was rather surprised to hear Ian make this slightly self-satisfied comment for whilst I was happy enough with my own efforts, he had been unable to fuck Susie after she had sucked him off — not that my own cock had been an unwilling substitute! On the other hand, he did manage to summon enough strength to cork Alexa's arse, so I dare say his prick deserved its accolade-although I thought than an assessment that gave it a 'very satisfactory' mark would have been more appropriate.

Therefore I accepted Ian Is invitation as I was curious to hear the reason for his apparent complacency. 'I can't stay too long though, tempus fugit,' I added as I followed him up the stairs to his second-floor bedroom.

'Of course, it would be most rude to Katie if we were late after being specifically requested to come downstairs by half-past seven,' he concurred as he waved me to a chair and pointed to a small cluster of bottles on his sideboard. 'Now, will you join me in a whisky and soda or would you like a cognac or a glass of a fairly good claret?'

I said that I needed to keep a clear head for the evening's entertainment and that truthfully I would prefer a mineral water. 'Then that's what you shall have, my dear chap,' Ian said lightly as he waved me to a chair whilst he poured out a glass of fizzy Apollinaris which he handed to me before mixing himself a large whisky and ginger ale.

'Cheers!' he said as he sat down opposite me. He chuckled as he sipped his drink and said to me: 'You know, Andrew, I'm quite an avid reader. I must get through at least two novels a week and sometimes I get rather cross when the plot turns on what I consider to be unlikely coincidences.'

'Yes, indeed,' I agreed warmly, 'I ploughed through a daft detective story last week which hinged on the hero's girlfriend being able to remember a scar on the murderers face when she saw him having breakfast with her uncle three years later in the dining room of the Hotel Crillon in Paris.'

Ian smiled: 'Precisely so-and yet strange coincidences do occur, as I can testify from what happened to me this afternoon. Now, I'm sure that Jack Dennison and the twins must have told you how I was dragged off by Reverence Ridout who wanted to show me some interesting features of his church. Quite honestly, I should have been more forceful with him because I would far rather have spent the time in a romp with those gorgeous Danish girls!

'But before I could think of an excuse to refuse him, I found myself walking to Upper Chagford with the vicar. He was burbling on about his seventeenth century pews and pulpit when we heard the pitter-patter of the approach of another traveller. We stopped and turned to see a pretty girl hurrying towards us. She was dressed for the heat of the afternoon in a linen blouse and a white tennis dress which barely reached more than an inch or two below the knees of her uncovered legs.'

He leaned forward and added emphatically: 'And when I say she was pretty, I really mean it. She was a lovely rosy-cheeked girl of about eighteen with a saucy little nose and pouting lips. When she came up to us my heart started to pound as I watched the clearly visible heaving of her proud young breasts while she recovered from her exertions.

'Obviously, this entrancing creature was known to Reverend Ridout for he said to tier affably: “Heather, my dear! Is something wrong? I saw you only half an hour ago cycling along the track to General Goldstone's fields with your portable easel and a box of paints strapped to the back of the bicycle. Dear me, I trust this luggage did not affect your steering and cause a collision with the General and Mrs. Goldstone who often take a short constitutional round their grounds after tea.”

'Two delectable dimples appeared on either side of her sweet mouth when she replied: “No, the easel weighs very little as it is made out of bamboo and I reached my destination without any difficulty. But I do have a problem because Anthony Goldstone was supposed to meet me at half-past four sharp but he hasn't showed up.”

'Reverend Ridout turned to me and quietly murmured: “Miss Colchester is referring to General Goldstone's eldest son who is studying to become a veterinary surgeon. Anthony is an extremely clever young chap but I'm afraid he's well-known for being rather absent-minded.”

The dimples vanished as the girl said crossly: “I can certainly see how he acquired that reputation, vicar. He's let me down badly because I need to complete my portfolio which must be sent with my application to study art at Girton College and Anthony was supposed to sit for me this afternoon.”