Anonymous - The Oyster, Volume IV

She squeezed gently. My cock thrust out slowly but determinedly. She took note of what she had achieved. 'All's well that ends well,' she said and pinched the head of my member. She started to undo my buttons. 'We must undress each other,' she said. 'Except for the shoes.' 'You want us to keep our shoes on?' I asked with surprise. 'I want you to take your own shoes off,' she said. 'I can never manage men's shoes when I'm excited. I go all clumsy. And when you do get them off, there's only a pair of feet revealed. Men's feet are not their best part.' 'There are better,' I agreed. As I spoke she completed her release of Mr. Pego. He protruded in a thoroughly satisfactory manner. 'Over here!' and I led her back to the mossy patch. 'It's softer here. No nettles, just some leaves.'

'How thoughtful of you,' she said. She bounced up and down on the thick moss carpet. 'Almost like a bed.' More and more hurriedly we unhooked, unlaced and unbuttoned each other. We looked at each other, still largely clothed but already revealing most of the things that clothes are supposed to hide. 'The shoes,' she said. I bent down to undo them but, as I did so, my unbuttoned trousers slipped down to my knees. Unbalanced, I sat down backwards with a thump. Kicking my legs up in the air, I tried to take off my shoes.

One slipped off easily. The second resisted. I gave a sharp tug and it flew off, landing some feet away in some undergrowth. In reaction to the sudden jerk, I fell over on my back. My legs were waving in the air as I tried to ease my trousers off which had got thoroughly entangled round my ankles. 'Help,' I said, trapped like a sheep on its back. Perdita knelt down and tugged my socks off, tossing first one and then the other impatiently over her shoulder. Then, as she reached forward to pull my trousers off as well, she paused as though an idea had struck her. Instead she shook her shoulders so that her bared bosom escaped fully from the clinging stuff of her dress.

With a hand on each ankle, she pressed my bare soles against her breasts. She began to rub herself against them. 'Just an idea I had,' she said. 'There must be something you can do with feet.' I felt her nipples harden. Then she drew back a little so that the tips were just brushing against me. They hardened even more. She manipulated one so that it was between two of my toes. It felt like a delicious small berry. 'Can you clench your toes?' she asked.

I tried and managed to give each nipple a squeeze. 'Powerful feet,' she said. 'Like one of the big apes I saw in the zoological gardens.' I wasn't sure I liked being compared to a great ape although I was enjoying this novel situation. 'But not nearly so hairy,' she went on hurriedly. She began to suck my toes. A delicious sensation shot through me. Mr. Pego was bolt upright. She raised her eyes and noticed. Her teeth bit delicately at a big toe.

'A moment more,' she said, taking the toe out of her mouth. She pressed her breasts again against my soles and began to rub harder than ever, swaying like a snake charmer in front of a cobra-or is it the other way round? A detached part of my mind made a note to ask Colonel Moore as an expert in all things Eastern. Perdita was becoming more and more carried away. 'You like that?' she asked.

'Yes,' I said, for it was true. 'Although I do feel somewhat pinned down.' 'Time to move on,' she said, letting me go.

She stood up and pulled her dress off her shoulders and down to her waist. Then she let it drop and stepped out of it. Bending down, she grabbed one sleeve and made as though to throw it with careless abandon behind her. There was a ripping noise. She had had one foot on the hem. 'Damn,' she said. 'This always seems to happen.'

Crouching down, she bundled the increasingly sorry rags of her dress together and re-enacted her casual tossing away motion. The dress flew through the air and caught on a projecting bough. 'Now for your things, Andrew,' she said, removing my trousers, helping me to my feet and then stripping my shirt off, followed by my underwear.

There was a brief struggle as Mr. Pego had to be negotiated. Item by item, my clothes were flung away. I tried to keep an eye on where each article fell. We had had enough missing clothing for one day.

Finally we were both completely naked, facing one another. As I have said, Perdita had that very clear, almost translucent skin that some dark-haired women have. Her hair was very black with a bluish tinge to it where it caught the light. Her nipples were a dark red and the area round them again very dark. Her breasts were clearly separated by the channel between them. Her breastbone showed up plainly. Her titties did not have the rippling abundance of a Cecily nor the round plumpness of a Rosie. Instead they were pointed and vulnerable. I could see tiny blue veins around the nipples, each of which, because of a slight concavity of the upper surface of her titties, stood boldly upwards. As she sucked in her breath, I could see her ribcage. There was not an ounce of spare flesh on her. Waist and hips were sharply defined. Below a large navel, her stomach was flat before swelling out to a generous Mound of Venus. Her pussey hair was also very black as well as long and profuse. Stray black hairs curled invitingly against the white of her thighs. I became very eager to discover what was hidden away beneath that dense bush.

'Perdita,' I said, 'I am glad that I've found you.' 'What are you going to do with me?' she said with a teasing glint in her eye. I said nothing but held her tightly in my arms. Her arms went round me and we stood locked together for a silent minute. Then she hugged me and began to rub herself against me. Her mouth was biting at my shoulder and the top of her head was against my mouth.

Her nipples were tracing little circles against my chest. As she ground herself against me, I felt the warm friction of our pubic hair deliciously entangled. Unlike many women, her pussey hair was almost as silky as that of the rest of her and it had a similar sheen to it.

My prick had found its way unerringly between her legs and her pussey was brushing the top of it. She moved backwards and forwards, stroking it to a state of almost painful arousal. 'Let's lie down,' I said, becoming weak with my desire to enter her. We collapsed on to the moss, she on top. She levered herself up on her arms and looked me anxiously in the face. 'Andrew,' she said, 'I must warn you that I am going to be what I know you men sometimes call a Sloppy Fuck. A very sloppy fuck. You already know that Ian and I fucked on the way here, both on the Sociable and behind the hedge. I also fucked George here in the woods a short while ago. 'I am also,' she went on, 'One of those women who cannot exercise any great control over their hidden muscles when a man is inside them. I just give way completely and get very wide and very wet.' 'I don't mind,' I said. 'Let's fuck.' Without more ado, she lowered herself on me, effortlessly encompassing my member in its engorged entirety. We both stayed still for a moment as I enjoyed the feel of her. Then she settled so that the cheeks of her bum pressed hard on the tops of my thighs. She twitched her shoulders and I watched her breasts swing unencumbered and free above me. With one finger I traced the outline of a nipple before running my hand lightly down the channel between her breasts, parting them carefully, feeling the hardness of bone under the thin flesh. She lifted herself a fraction and leaned forward so that now her breasts were brushing against my chest. I breathed in so that their soft weight lay on me. With both hands I began to squeeze and fondle them. Under the soft skin they were surprisingly firm. As I played with them, the nipples rose like twin projectiles, hard with desire. She leaned further forward and stuck out her tongue, thrusting it deep into my mouth. As I began slowly to force my prick up and down inside her, so her tongue moved in unison, exploring and probing. The wetness in my mouth was matched by the wetness of her cunney. By dint of careful experiment, I was able to adjust myself so that I could feel her pussey hair and clit rubbing along the upper side of my member. She responded to my movements, sliding backwards and forwards so that her thick bush, already well dampened, rode up and down, pressed tight against my own pubic hair. Suddenly she moved up too much and my prick dropped out, remaining in slippery contact with her cunney lips. 'Sorry!' she said. 'I knew that was going to happen.' 'Don't worry,' I said. 'It's a lovely feel.' Reassured, she began to rub her pussey along my body, over my stomach and up as far as my chest. I could feel her opened lips sliding warmly over me. Her pussey hair seemed to ease rather than impede that long, slow advance and retreat.