Anonymous - The Oyster, volume1 and 2

'As soon as I felt that he was on the verge of coming, I made ready to swallow his love juice. Charlie thrust upwards and his cock shuddered violently between my lips, and then in one long spasm he released his spunk, first a few early shoots and then crash! My mouth was filled with juicy, gushing foam as his cock bucked uncontrollably as I held it lightly between my teeth. I let it flow sweetly down my throat, gently worrying his now spongy knob with my tongue to stimulate it as much as possible and then, very gradually, I allowed the wet shaft to slide free.

'The three of us continued to suck and fuck until sheer exhaustion compelled us to separate. I discovered that Kate had already arranged to sleep in one of our guest-rooms whilst it was not difficult to smuggle Charlie back to his dormitory. In this short narrative it would be impossible to describe everything we did at great length, but I can assure you that our worship of Venus and Priapus led the three of us to hours in Paradise!'

This voluptuous narrative had stirred my blood and Amelia, whose appetite for Pamour was the equal of my own, quickly perceived that I was aroused. She stroked my now rampant prick, admiring its smoothness, its large uncapped head, red and glowing with the heat that was raging inside it. So, gently laying her down and placing a pillow under the half-moons of her firm bum cheeks, with my hands I gently pushed her legs as wide apart as they would go, exhibiting to my gaze the gaping lips of her cunt, ready and open to receive my throbbing cock, which by now had raised its foaming head erect against my belly. Laying myself down upon Amelia, I made her take hold of my prick and put it in, but so firm and erect was it that she could barely bend its head down to the entrance of her dripping cunny. So magnificent was the erection that I had difficulty in entering the dear girl, despite the stretching her pussy had previously received from our exertions. Drawing myself back to wet the head of my charger with some spittle, I slowly shoved away until my balls banged against her bottom hole. I moved slowly in and out at first, building up to such a speed that we soon both melted away, giving us both the maximum enjoyment of a joint spend.

Watching our couplings stirred both Pelham and Lucy, and I sensed that both were now ready for one last joust of a splendid evening's entertainment. Lucy lay face down and buried her pretty face well into the pillows. Immediately Pelham raised himself to kneel behind the delicious girl, clasping his arms around her waist and manoeuvring his glowing, iron-hard prick between the cheeks of her lovely bottom.

'What an adorable bottom,' he exclaimed. 'May I have the pleasure of inserting my rod au derridre?'

'Of course you may,' smiled Lucy. 'But do be careful as you poke me as we have no cold cream readily available.' He made no answer but thrust his cock towards the wrinkled little bum-hole that beckoned his throbbing tool. Lucy whispered to me to aid my friend who was totally inexperienced at bottom fucking.

'Ease into her slowly but firmly, old boy,' I murmured. 'Here, let me assist you.' I took hold of his pulsating shaft and eased the glowing dome of his noble weapon between Lucy's superb cheeks which were waiting to be split. He pushed forward but found difficulty in penetrating, so with my fingers I moistened the gleaming, rubicund dome with spittle and again placed it aright. This ministration achieved the desired effect and his prick quickly enveloped itself between the in-rolling cheeks of that mouth-watering bum. A little fearful at first in case he injured the darling girl, Pelham pushed slowly at first but then realised that he was now absorbed well enough in her tight little orifice and began to work himself with vigour, pushing his whole body forwards and backwards, making her bottom cheeks slap loudly against his belly as she moaned deeply with delight. His prick was now fully ensconced in her warm, tight arsehole and he screwed up his eyes in sheer bliss.

'My love, my desire!' he cried out as he bent over Lucy to fondle and weigh her lush breasts and erect titties. As she waggled her arse provocatively she lifted her head from the pillow and we could all see that there was no doubt of her total enjoyment of Pelham's thick rod pounding in and out of her gorgeous bum.

'Now, Pelham, now!' she gasped, and he needed little effort to obey as he flooded her bum-hole with such vibrant shoots that one could almost view the ripples of orgasmic joy that ran down Lucy's spine as she shuddered to her climax. As she artfully wriggled her bottom, spout after spout of creamy spunk filled her juicy hole as with a succulent plop, Pelham withdrew his glistening shaft and sank back upon his haunches as the exquisite spendings melted away to a tiny blob of white spunk on the tip of his cock.

We continued to fuck, suck and gamahuche until almost half past eleven and the lustful orgy drew to a close. Our passions were sated and we were all more than ready to fall into the arms of Morpheus. Pelham and I wished the girls a loving goodnight and made our way back to our rooms. We both slept extremely well until the rising-bell awoke us from our slumbers. A new day had dawned and this day too had its charms which I will now recount.

IT WAS a glorious summer day and, as good fortune would have it, my day was free of scholastic work as Doctor White had decreed that on such a beautiful morn, his senior charges would be best occupied in activities of a physical nature. Although his progressive ideas were shared by few of the parents, they all agreed that the good Doctor was always mindful of his boys' physical as well as mental well-being.

Ah. yes, mens sana in corpore sano (a healthy mind in a healthy body) was a maxim dear to his heart and this is why that fine July morning saw me stride out through the fields, my rucksack on my back filled with my luncheon sandwiches and a jacket to slip on in case the weather changed, which at first seemed unlikely.

It was just after ten o'clock when I left Nottsgrove to walk to a favourite spot of mine, Lapping's Meadow, some two miles north of High Barnet. As I walked briskly along Oaklands Lane I became aware of what I believed to be a figure behind me that seemed to be keeping pace for pace with me. The sensation of being followed is a disagreeable one and I began to wonder if I were to be attacked by a footpad, though such crimes were virtually unknown in that sparsely populated area.

I quickened my steps and at once was conscious that the figure behind me was doing the same. Soon the path was clear of trees and I became ashamed of my first apprehensions. After all, the Queen's Highway was free for one and all to use. The steps dogged me as I walked on enjoying my exercise. But though it had been bright and clear when I left the school, as I crossed the main Barnet road the air began to smell of rain. It was still warm when I sat down on a mossy bank between the road and the fields of a jolly local farmer, Mr Morrison, whose sixteen-year-old daughter, Louella, was a young lady much admired by all at Nottsgrove. She was one of Tennyson's rosebud garden of girls, a miniature of conventional English beauty with gold-dusted light-brown hair and soulfully expressive dark brown eyes, a most exquisite and charming girl who had attended the occasional cricket match between Nottsgrove and the local club of which her brother Harry was a noted member.

I allowed my rucksack to rest against the slope of the hillock and the skin of my back haled warm moisture. I stretched my arms above my head and yawned, at peace with the world. But then the first drops of a summer shower blew against my face and I stood up reluctantly and readjusted my pack. I was about to walk across the field to take shelter in a barn only some two hundred yards away when I stopped abruptly as I saw the figure that had been following me for the previous mile or so. It was none other than Louella Morrison and I blushed to think that this lovely girl had frightened me into thinking that I was in some kind of danger.