Anonymous: The Oyster, volume1 and 2

'I like to hold a stiff prick.' Amelia said. 'I like to put it in my cunt and to hold his balls while we are fucking. I think many girls lose much pleasure by not letting themselves relax.'

'That's just what I told Pelham to do-to relax completely,' I chimed in.

'I think I need to do that right now. I feel quite shattered,' groaned Pelham.

'I think Andrew still has something left over,' laughed Amelia as she rubbed my foreskin up and down leaving the ruby-domed head uncovered.

I thought it best not to show Pelham I could still fuck again so quickly so I moved Amelia's hand away.

'Let's rest for a little while,' I suggested.

'Oh, very well,' said Amelia. 'I think that shows that we are not really the weaker sex, are we, Lucy?'

'Certainly not, my dear Amelia, far from it,' smiled Lucy.

Now I remembered how arousing it could be for Lucy to recount one of her erotic encounters and I suggested that she told us a story from her past.

'Oh, very well,' she said. 'You two might feel jealous, but one of the most satisfying sexual affairs I ever took part in concerned another girl.'

'This should be worth hearing.' I replied. 'We'll all listen quietly to you.'

Lucy sat up and began her tale. She was a born storyteller and we listened in silence as she began:

'Only recently a clever girl said to me that if you want to understand something you must face it naked. She was expressing herself in philosophical terms as the role of philosophy might well be said to extend and deepen our own self-awareness. This is true also in the field of sexual relations. We must experience everything in the conceptual framework to truly aid our understanding, and it is proper for intellectual groups to make this particular sort of effort at self-comprehension. Until recently, if I may now recall my own personal experience, I had never enjoyed the experience of an amatory affair with one of my own sex, for at my school I always had a bedroom to myself. However, at a reception given by my uncle, Doctor White, some months ago, I found myself deep in conversation with a jolly girl named Kate Wilson. I don't think any of you have had the pleasure of meeting her, though her papa is an old acquaintance of Doctor White from their days at Cambridge University. He is now a diplomat and Kate travels with him often in Europe. Last year they were away nearly three months in Central America. However, I digress, and must return to the point of this tale.

'Kate was an extremely pretty girl with lovely firm and rounded breasts, a narrow waist but with a generous posterior and long shapely legs. Her complexion was somewhat darker than mine due perhaps to the considerable amount of travel she had undertaken, but it was set off well by silken hair almost as blonde as mine. She had large sensuous eyes and her flesh was as firm and smooth as ivory. We were the only females present and I soon gained the permission of Doctor White to escort my new friend to my rooms as the conversation was not of interest to us. I showed her around and as she inspected my bedroom she pounced on a copy of The Pearl which I had inadvertently left on my bedside table.

'“Heavens, how did you come by this book?” she asked. I began to stammer a reply but she chuckled and said: “Please do not be alarmed. I am neither shocked nor am I against people reading what they will. But the trouble with these smutty books is that they are all about men and women poking. Am I not correct?”

'Yes, I suppose this is true,” I answered. “Ah, but have you read about the joys of loving between women?” she continued. “I am sure that you have never read anything about that, let alone experienced such pleasure.” I had to confess the truth of her observation though I had heard Doctor White mention this phenomenon in a lecture.

'I am somewhat ignorant,” I said. “Although my uncle tells me that there is a famous German professor who calls love between girls moral insanity because of its essential contrariness. And Professor Mantagazza classes it 'an error of nature',” I continued glibly. 'Such conduct is called a sickness by doctors though I am more tolerant, even if I still believe that there is nothing to beat the gorgeous feeling of pleasure occasioned by a thick tool entering one's damp cunt.'

'“How do you know?” said Kate hotly. “In the women's club I belong to (the Holly and the Ivy Circle just off Regent Street), most of us feel that there is something better.” And before I knew it she kissed and hugged me so lovingly that at first I felt slightly confused and, although we were all alone and no one was in the least likely to disturb us, I felt my face burn with pink blushes as her hot kisses on my lips made me all atremble. Her touches fired my blood and the way she sucked my tongue seemed truly delicious.

'Suddenly we were locked together on my bed and her hot moist lips pressed down on my mouth as I responded as our tongues licked deeply inside each other's mouths. We rocked to and fro until she suddenly pulled away, stood up and undressed. I must tell you that the sight of her beautiful naked body sent shivers of desire up and down my spine. Her full breasts stood firm and her brown teats and rock-hard nipples contrasted excitingly with her smooth golden skin and large amount of crinkly hair covering her love mound that bulged between her long slim legs. I threw off my own clothes and in a flash she was on top of me, rubbing my titties to full erection between her fingers. She then gently eased her hands down between my legs to allow access to my own yearning cunny that was already moist, even before she began to stroke my clitoris until my little button protruded stiffly. I lifted myself up and buried my face between her breasts making her titties shake with desire. I then lay back and massaged her deep breasts, stroking her titties to new peaks of hardness.

'Our pussies ground together as she sucked one of my own hard nipples making me squeal with excitement. I rubbed my pussy even harder against her until we were both practically on the brink of the ultimate pleasure. Kate gurgled with pleasure and she lowered her head towards my sopping quim and slipped her warm, wicked tongue through my cleft, prodding my little clitty, tonguing me to a little series of pleasure peaks. Our hands were everywhere, grabbing and squeezing and writhing together as our bodies locked, demanding release. “Lucy, my darling, where's your hand? Here, put it there, rub your finger on my crack, just there,” she whispered. I frigged her passionately until I ducked my head between her splayed thighs and buried my mouth in the moist and succulent padding of curls in which nestled her cunny. I had a glorious view of the paraphernalia of love. A splendid mount covered with curly black hair; the serrated vermilion lips of her cunt slightly parted from which projected quite three inches a stiff fleshy clitty as big as a man's thumb. I opened the lips with my fingers, passed my tongue lasciviously over the most sensitive parts, took that glorious clitoris in my mouth, rolling my tongue around it, and playfully biting it with my teeth. It was too much for Kate and with a cry of, “Oh! Oh! You make me come, darling Lucy!” she spent profusely all over my mouth and chin.

'I continued to move my tongue along the velvety grooves of her cunt, licking and sucking the delicious juices that ran down like a stream, mixing with my own saliva. With each stroke of my tongue, Kate arched her body in ecstacy, pressing her fully erect clitty up against my flickering tongue. “Oh, Lucy!” she gasped, wrenching my mouth from her trembling slit. “Heavens! Pull my clit! Hard! You won't hurt me!” Gripping it in my fingers I tugged vigorously as she writhed her hips wildly beneath me. After a brief rest she rolled me over onto my back.