Anonymous - The Oyster, Volume IV

I stretched out my arms to clutch the cheeks of her bum, pressing them and taking control, moving her at an easy pace to and fro.

Without any increase in the pace, I pulled her back down. Then I urged her back up so that, as easily as it had fallen out, Mr. Pego slipped back inside her. 'Easy go, easy come,' I said softly to her. We began to match thrust with counter thrust. 'Can I do it from behind?' I suddenly asked her. 'Yes, yes,' she said breathlessly. In an instant she had turned herself over on to elbows and knees, raising her bum up into the air. Cradling her head on her arm, she looked backwards at me through the tunnel of her parted thighs. She raised herself still further. Like her breasts, her bum was well divided. I saw the dark eye of her back passage held up towards me. Below, the soft, sopping hair of her pussey hung like an inviting tropical forest. 'Which hole?' I asked. 'Either! Or both!' she replied urgently. Parting the cheeks of her bum, I placed the tip of my prick at the-entrance to her tight little hole.

'No one's been there today,' she said. 'In fact, I don't think I've been bum fucked for the whole of this holiday.' Carefully, anxious not to hurt her, I began to inch my way into her. She caught her breath. 'It's all right,' she said. 'It'll get easier in a minute.' Slowly, withdrawing a little and then pushing on, I eased my way further and further into her. I could sense her straining to widen her legs and help my passage. I paused, not wanting to distress her. Then all at once, I felt her relax and I slid well into her. 'All right?' I asked. 'Yes,' she said. 'I was a little tight at first. Sometimes it hurts but it's lovely now.' So well lubricated had I been before forcing my way into her that now, although her muscles were holding me in a firm grip, I could ride easily along her. I looked down and watched the white shaft of my prick appearing and disappearing into her like a gleaming piston of one of Mr. Brunei's steam ships. 'Andrew,' she said quietly, catching her breath, 'Will you promise me something, before we get too carried away. When you come, will you come in my cunt?' 'If I can,' I replied. 'Although sometimes things happen too fast to control. But I will try.' Deeper and deeper but still with deliberate speed, I thrust back and forth in her. She began to moan and tremble. I moved inexorably on, kneeling up, my hands holding her firmly just below her breasts as they swayed, the nipples rubbing against the moss as she lowered herself further. I felt the walls of her passage widen. She had become very hot and all her body had the sheen of perspiration on it. It was as though I was being drawn in, into some dark secret cave. Faster and faster I pumped, and now she was responding to me, meeting thrust with counterthrust. I kept tight control on myself. I was determined to make this fuck last as long as possible and savour every last drop of enjoyment. Not only was this my first fuck with Perdita, but it would in all probability be my last. Tomorrow she would be on her way to Scotland and there was no telling when, or indeed if, I should ever see her again. All I had to do was to remember my promise and move down to her cunt when the time came for my coming. Once again I thanked the blessed providence that had ensured that every woman and every cunt I had encountered had been in some way new and different. I recalled one of those chats that my old headmaster liked to have with his senior boys from time to time in his study. 'Andrew,' he had said, 'A word of warning. Fucking is the finest sport that a young man can engage in, but if you ever reach the stage where one fuck is much like another, where afterwards you cannot picture who it was you fucked and the particular feel and smell and taste of her, then you should give it up for the time being and practice the art of self-control until you are able to resume in full enjoyment of the variety of the wonderful world of pussey, and of the ever-altering feel of one pussey from occasion to occasion. Every fuck should be different.' 'What wise counsel,' I said to myself. I was indeed lucky that I had been taught by a man with such a deep and scholarly understanding of the more esoteric Greek philosophers. Was it not a follower of Epicurus who said, 'No man slips twice into the same Quim?' Or was it one of the Chinese thinkers? Steadily I rode on, taking notice of every last sensation, feeling how her bum was now spread wide, letting me move as powerfully but smoothly as a ramrod up the barrel of a gun. Now though, try though I might, I could not withstand the first familiar sensations of my coming. My balls felt full to bursting. I could see them, swollen with their load, as they banged against her buttocks while I thrust ever more vigorously into her. A tingle announced that the first surge of my coming was beginning its journey up my rock-hard prick. 'Careful,' I said, 'I think I'm coming.' 'Quick!' she said, holding still so that I could ease my prick out of her without precipitating the final release. Concentrating hard, I pulled free, although the last clinging touch of her outer muscles around the tip of my prick was nearly my undoing. I drew in a deep breath and waited, trying to distract myself by looking round and spotting where all my clothing was. Only one sock in sight, I realised, trying desperately to keep my attention from the churning sensation inside me. Perdita, as eager to take me into her cunt as I was to enter it, turned over onto her back, tucked her heels against her bottom and exposed the full moist extent of her hungry pussey to view. Her knees were so widely parted that it seemed she must be double jointed at the hip. Never before had I seen a pussey so almost frantically displayed for fucking. I sank into her. There was no pause, no precision, no care. I just immersed myself in one long movement far, far into her. Instead of closing her legs to hold me, she instinctively opened ever wider. I moved around inside her, feeling out the full extent of her cunney, plumbing her hidden depths. Perdita was a very wet fuck indeed. Her love juices were trickling down, dampening her thighs and soaking her pussey hair. As I drove in and out, the juices were transferred onto me and from me onto her stomach so that our bodies were oiled and bathed in her wetness.

I realised that what I was missing through the absence of a tight fit and the sensations of being held in and manipulated was more than made up for by the tremendous excitement of being immersed in her copious cum. It was as though Perdita's entire being was dissolving into a warm welcoming sea. When fucking she let go completely. She became quite incapable of any artifice or calculation. Her body took over and she became a woman utterly abandoned to her sexual appetites and her outpourings. Perdita would never be a neat fuck, one that could manage to fuck discreetly. The urgency with which she threw off all her clothing, inconvenient though it might prove later, was all part and parcel of her need to offer herself up without delay and without reserve. All her body became one sexual instrument.

Perdita was an all-over fuck. No part of her was unaffected. Yet in the end all her hunger became centred in her wide-open pussey as it filled and flooded with her juices. I was very happy that I had not missed her. I suspected that anyone who lived with her or passed much time with her would find that they were spending a disproportionate amount of that time looking after or looking for Perdita. What she needed was some sort of chaperone. Not-Heavens Forbid!-to prevent her from fucking, but to look after her when she was fucking: someone to ensure that Perdita, her belongings and her clothing were gathered together roughly in one place-and the right place at that. Our fuck could not last much longer. I had already been on the verge of my coming while I had been still ensheathed in her bum. I quickly felt the first unstoppable surge of my cum coursing its way up my cock, eager to discharge into the sea of her secretions. Perdita was beginning to be wracked by great shudders that rippled through her body so that each time, however impossible that might be, she seemed to open a little wider. She didn't cry out loudly, but, half under her breath, as each shudder jolted through her she was saying 'Yes! Yes!