Anonymous: The Oyster, Volume IV

Staring me in the face were a pair of the neatest, most sun-kissed buttocks that I had ever seen. 'Now you know why I am called the nut brown 'maid,' she said. 'Alas, I have been too long in London and the colour is fast fading from my cheeks. But while it lasts it is sign enough of many happy fucks in the open countryside.' 'I am sorry I doubted your word,' I said apologetically. 'Your apology is accepted,' said Deirdre, 'But to make amends fully, I challenge you to a fuck in the Park. Both of us, naked as Nature herself intended.'

'I am not sure that Nature ever intended anyone to be naked in the English climate,' I replied. 'You will not get out of it so easily,' said Deirdre. 'For doubting a lady's word, I consider the penalty is very fair. And believe me, when I get going with you, you'll not notice the weather. Why I remember one time in Killarney, I was fucking with a fine big lad, Michael his name was, and the most terrible storm broke out. But we were too far gone in our coming to notice a thing until I happened to look over his shoulder and there were hail stones, big as pigeon's eggs, fairly bouncing and leaping off his bum. A terrible bombardment, like the Siege of Derry, but he never felt a thing. And another time, dawn was breaking and we were lying, quite exhausted on the dew-soaked lawn in front of the priest's house, when this great cockerel leaped up onto his bum and started crowing its head off, fit to wake the dead. And as it stamped up and down Michael just lifted his head from between my breasts and said “Would you do that again, Deirdre!” Then there was the time with a great gale sweeping in from the Atlantic and didn't it just tear the very clothes from our backs, and us not realising a thing. That was a great wind. Pulled the boots clean off his feet -' 'All right, all right,' I said. 'I believe you. I believe you. An outdoor fuck it shall be. But is not the Park a little too public a place?' 'You must learn to live more daringly,' she said. 'Deirdre, you are perhaps being a trifle unfair,' said Hannah. 'Andrew has come a long way since we first met and has learned to cope with many new experiences.' I was considerably relieved to have someone come to my defence against the wild Deirdre. I remembered some of those recent new experiences. How I had been taken by surprise by Rosie the errant schoolgirl in the camera obscura on Clifton Downs. I recalled the strange encounter under the dinner table and our energetic blindfold games of Pursue the Pussey. But while Hannah and I had been distracted by Deirdre with her tales of Irish life, strange events had begun to unfold across the room. One after another, the girls had begun to embark upon a veritable orgy of dildo sampling. As I looked around, I spotted the relic of the Rural Dean of Cleethorpes being grasped firmly in the hands of a well-endowed beauty. In an instant the Venerable gentleman had been processed forward with clerical deliberation through the porch and up the aisle of her cunney. Now he was moving at ever quickening pace towards the very sanctuary and altar of her desire. Next my eye lit upon Mr.

Arbuthnot slipping rapidly out of sight up Polly's cavern. 'She comes from the Mendips, in Somerset,' said Hannah. 'We call her “The Wookey Hole” when we wish to tease her.' The willow-patterned monster was to-ing and fro-ing with great vigour in the hands of another unknown beauty. The quartet of identical military machines had been shared out between four others who were wheeling them into the firing position with the precision of a well-drilled artillery battery. The member of Parliament, standing unflinchingly for continual erection, was being greeted with cries of popular acclaim from two parties who were taking it in turns to introduce him into their chambers. Meg was plying Count Johann with such vigour that I feared that his signature would soon be rubbed clean away. A chorus of squeals and sighs rose up on all sides.

Pussies of all shades and capacities were spread out before me. Thighs were parted, buttocks heaved. Garments were being discarded and duties shared. As cries of abandoned delight rang out, I was the barely noticed observer of a positive riot of frigging. 'Does this happen every evening?' I asked Hannah. 'More often than not,' she replied. 'Many of those employed here are living with their families and will shortly have to pass evenings of complete tedium, sitting demurely at the dinner table, making polite conversation and then withdrawing dutifully at the meal's end so that the men can settle down to the drinking of port and brandy. It is not easy when one has spent the working day creating, shaping and finishing off the likenesses of the male member, immediately to resume the attitudes of modesty.' 'Nor is it an occupation that can be openly discussed at table,' I said. 'How true,' said Hannah. 'When asked how one has spent the day, it is not advisable to reply “In the modelling of pricks”.' 'How long will this activity continue?' I asked. 'Most of them will be happily satisfied in a short while,' Hannah replied.

'Do you not join in?' I asked. 'Sometimes,' she said. 'But of course my need is not so great as theirs since I know that the real thing is waiting for me when I get home. But I do get involved. For instance, help may be needed.' 'What sort of help?' I asked.

'Look, over there,' she responded. 'See, that is Annette. She gets so overwhelmed in her need that often she can hardly hold on to the instrument of her pleasure.' As I turned to follow her gaze I saw a golden-haired creature who was indeed twisting and bucking with such abandon that her dildo kept slipping from her grasp. Her eyes were wide open, staring into space and her cries, though soft, had an urgency that betokened one who was completely unconscious of anything but the need to bring herself to the point of her coming. Hannah leading, we crawled across to her. Annette's back was arched and her hands clawing at the carpet. The dildo she was using was protruding from her quim, locked into place as she ground her hips and twisted her head from side to side. Suddenly it slipped out and she gave a moan of distress. 'Take her arms and hold her down,' said Hannah.

'Ssshhh,' she said soothingly. 'It's all right, Annette. We're here to help you.' Rapidly she retrieved the missing dildo, brushed some fluff off it and slid it easily back into her friend's desperate cunt.

I was sitting, holding Annette under the arms, her head in my lap.

Hannah was between her legs, sliding the dildo, one of the polka-dotted specimens, in and out, taking care that it rubbed firmly against her clit at every stroke. Annette had surrendered herself to our control, responding hungrily to every thrust. Hannah at first slowed her pace, then increased it. Annette's pussey lips were gaping and flushed. Her cries became more regular in time with the plunging of the instrument. She lifted her legs, bringing them back so that her quim was offered up to Hannah's loving touch. A series of short rapid strokes alternated with slower, deep ones. Now I noticed that Annette's own body was dictating the pace, Hannah responding with only slight movements as the shaft sank out of sight, then reappeared, glistening with her juices. The tension had gone from her arms and shoulders. She was drawing great heaving breaths. All her energy was concentrated on the clasping and unclasping of the muscles of her channel of desire. The outside world had long since ceased to exist for her. There was a change of pace and suddenly I could feel the waves of her coming trembling through all her body. She cried out 'Love, Love, Love' and gave one last heave. 'Annette, Annette,'

Hannah cried out. 'That's it. You've done it. Wonderful, wonderful.'

All the tension drained out of her as though some great tide had been undammed. Her hands reached down to fondle the shaft. Hannah half fell forward, kissing her pussey and navel, taking her into her arms, cradling her now. The weight of the two of them was on me and I found myself cuddling her and Hannah at the same time. We lay entwined until Annette's breathing slowly subsided to normal. She was still barely aware of her surroundings but managed a weak little smile. Then she stirred and half curled up, her eyes closed as though she was going to sleep. She didn't say anything but from time to time she murmured something I couldn't quite catch. I eased myself from under her as I became aware of a sharp stab of cramp. She lay on her side while Hannah and I sat beside her, Hannah holding her hand. 'How long is it since you came like that?' asked Hannah gently. 'Weeks isn't it?