Anonymous - The Oyster, Volume IV

Confronted by this huge mound of fruit and cream, I knew that the time for delicacy was past. I drew a deep breath and fairly buried my face in her. Cream oozed and clung to me. Like a starving man I swallowed and sucked, straining whole fruit through my teeth, diving down to find the tangle of her pussey hair that had been so thoroughly hidden under its whipped-up topping. Such was the vigour of my movements that cream was squirting up the inside of her thighs. More cream was in my hair and in my eyes. I gulped convulsively, then swallowed again. Suddenly, as she spread her legs wider still, my tongue encountered the smoothness of her pussey lips. They parted and I slipped easily inside. I touched her already erect clit and she gave a gasp. Tucked in beneath it, hidden inside her, the stroke of a master chef, was one last strawberry. I sucked it out and swallowed it whole. Other juices, warmer and more animal than vegetable were flowing now. Hannah and Becky, their own titties now exposed, were rubbing themselves against her body, nipple to nipple, stifling her rising cries with their mouths. She sat up and I felt myself being turned over by unseen hands before she lowered herself on to my face, enveloping me in the sticky warmth of her pussey hair. I was questing and plunging my tongue deep, deep into her, her clit rubbing against my taste buds. She leaned right forward and her mouth closed round the tip of my hugely swollen cock. Her breasts were pressed tight against me. I was struggling for air and it crossed my mind that if death by suffocation was to be my destiny, it was a blissful way to go. But how I felt the first unmistakable tremors of her coming.

Shudder upon shudder ran through her as she half sat back again so that I could cup her plump pendant breasts in my hands. Eyes, mouth and cunney were opening wider. It was as if she had been taken by surprise at the strength of her reactions. She gave a choking cry and began to ride up and down on me, forcing herself down on my face as though urging my tongue to penetrate further and further inside her.

Manfully I kept going as the sweat and cream filled my eyes.

Then, as Cecily cried out loud, the first taste of her coming trickled into my mouth. Thirstily I drank it in, my lips clamped on hers. Now she was flooding me. Soft and yielding, the delicate inside flesh of her cunney was slippery against my intruding tongue. Again and again uncontrollable spasms coursed their way down her tunnel of love. Meanwhile I was dimly aware that my now untenanted prick was reaching desperately up as it sought a relief of its own.

Cecily's cries and convulsions reached a peak. I felt as though I was being engulfed by a series of mighty ocean waves and that I was drowning in the undertow. She gave one last near scream, subsided and collapsed forward on me. Her fine, dense pussey hair and the delicious smell of her filled my nostrils. Suddenly, overcome by the tickling sensation, I sneezed. Cecily twitched. I was aware of peals of laughter. The weight was lifted from my face. 'Andrew,' came Becky's voice, 'it is very rude to sneeze into a lady's cunt.'

Cecily and I lay panting slightly, like two large beached fish on the now badly stained cloth. A dull throbbing in my balls reminded me that I had not yet made my personal contribution to the commingled fluids that covered us. There was something squashy under my shoulder blades. Another strawberry. Hannah was the first to realise that all was not yet at an end. She knelt down beside me, reached between my legs and cradled my swollen balls in her hands. My senses of taste, touch and smell had been overwhelmed by what had gone before and I was exhausted. Yet still my unsatisfied prick stood defiantly erect like a regimental colour flying proudly over the carnage of a battlefield.

'Relief is at hand,' said Hannah, and began to stroke me, running her hand up from my bursting testicles, along the under side of my prick. At once I felt a familiar churning response. 'It's gone all wet,' said Hannah. 'Quick, Cecily, I think he's coming!'

Cecily dragged herself to her knees and looked down at me. Her breasts dangled seductively over me but before she could assist Hannah in any way, the first wave of my coming forced its way up the length of my prick and shot into the air, white and sticky as the cream I had supped on so delightfully from Cecily's body. As jet followed jet, spurting upwards, Cecily's breasts were copiously splashed.

Hungrily she rubbed my cum into them before ducking down as though at a drinking fountain to catch some in her mouth. Hannah joined her, helping her to anoint her body with my offering. Her nipples were still engorged and her body flushed. Twisting and turning, she massaged herself all over, squeezing the last dying gushes and dribbles from my prick with her hands. Becky appeared suddenly at her side. She had found one last small basket-a punnet I believe it is called-of strawberries. Crushing the fruit between her fingers, she began to smear it all over Cecily's titties and her stomach. As she raised her arms, more crushed fruit was applied to the soft, delicate hair thus revealed. Then she reverted to holding her magnificent breasts out so that Hannah and Becky could continue to anoint them with a happy mixture of strawberry, cum and cream. By now, spent and fatigued but still drinking in the scents and sights of our summer entertainment, I became aware of two things. I was very sticky and I was beginning to attract the insects. Both of us needed a good wash.

'There is a small pond over there,' said Becky. 'Donald told me about it. He thought you might need to be cleaned up before the afternoon was over.' 'Where is Donald?' I asked. 'Indeed, where is everyone else? They've all vanished except for you and Hannah.'

'They're taking part in the apres dejeuner entertainment,' she said. 'What's that?' I asked. 'A game loosely based on hide-and-seek,' said Becky. 'So we have missed it? It was very good of the two of you to stay behind and assist Cecily and me.'

'It will go on for some time yet,' said Becky. 'If you have a quick splash about in cold water, apart from getting clean, you might feel sufficiently revived to take part in it yourself. Take this rug.

You can rub yourself dry afterwards with it.' 'I am very fatigued, Becky. I suppose you wouldn't consider helping me?' I said.

'No,' said Becky firmly. 'Hannah and I are going to have our hands full getting Cecily sluiced down and made presentable. She's in a far messier state than you, except for her hair. You've got bits of strawberry and God knows what in yours, Andrew, so make sure you submerge yourself properly and wash it all out.' I was despatched pondwards, but before I went I turned back to Cecily and gave her a fond kiss. 'That was a lovely meal,' I said. 'Thank you for inviting me.' 'Thank you for coming,' she said sweetly.

Half an hour later found me clean, dried and dressed. 'What about this game?' I asked. 'It's quite simple,' said Becky. 'All you have to do is to go into the wood, hide yourself and wait.'

'Then what happens?' 'If you're lucky, you get found.' “Who by?' 'All the men are hiding and all the women are seeking.' 'So it's up to me to tuck myself away in some really obscure place?' 'If you are quite sure you want to remain undiscovered,' said Becky. 'At least you'd get some rest. On the other hand you might get bored with only the flora and fauna of the wood to look at.

Anyway, that's up to you.' 'Won't everyone have been discovered by now?' I asked. 'The game must have been underway for some time.'

'Remember that Hannah and I had to stay behind to help Cecily,' she said. 'That means that there are more hiding men than seeking women out there. Also that some of them may be ready for a second finding, and a second coming.' Entering into the spirit of the occasion, I set off into the woods. After a few hundred yards I heard a crashing sound and an excited feminine cry of triumph. Someone had been found by someone. I couldn't see who they were since they were on the far side of a particularly thick thicket. I edged my way between some saplings. I could move quite quietly now because there was a carpet of moss under my feet. Again I heard voices. Two people coming my way. I slipped behind a large tree. Remembering schoolboy games, I backed slowly round to the far side of the tree and waited. I heard them walk past and thought I caught Catherine's voice but they soon disappeared and all was quiet again. A movement caught my eye again. There was something up in one of the trees. I peered up. A squirrel. I watched it as it came out onto a low branch, ears pricked and tail erect. 'Got you!' said a voice in my ear. At the same time two arms were clasped round me from behind. I glanced down. Two very white arms held me. Two slim white hands, the fingers interlaced in front of me. 'Perdita!' I said. Her grip relaxed and I turned round. 'I'm glad it's you,' she said. 'Andrew, I know that I have passed most of my time with Ian since I have been here. But I would like to have one fuck with you before I set off for Scotland tomorrow.' A note of solicitude entered her voice. 'I hope that you can manage it again so soon after your Cecily and cream meal.' I looked at her. Perdita was almost my height. Her dark hair was in considerable disarray and her dress half-unbuttoned and already torn at the hem. She had a wide, generous mouth. Her lips were slightly parted and she was breathing quite heavily. I watched her bosom rise and fall. White flesh showed under her unloosed bodice. Her deep blue eyes were opened wide and she held me in a steady gaze. I poked a finger between two undone buttons and touched her. She smiled and clasped her hands over mine. My trapped fingers felt the smoothness of breast. Mr. Pego came to life. 'Something tells me that all will be well,' I said. She reached one hand down and fondled my balls.