The Oyster – Vol. 01 Ch. 02

In my experience, most pretty girls are not friendly towards one another, thinking perhaps that an equally attractive companion may turn some of the attention of the gentlemen present in the company. In fact, Lucy was not one of this flighty breed, and she chose her friends of the fair sex for their true qualities rather than any other. And indeed, this was well shown that marvellous summer evening.

The sultry day had ended with one of those wonderful sunset skies-with such gold as Cuyp himself never painted-though if truth be told both Pelham and myself were far too agitated to enjoy fully the beauties of nature. I cautioned my friend not to eat too hearty a meal. Somehow, we contained our impatience until the time came for us to wander through the cool of the old schoolrooms to our arranged meeting place. As we reached the bedroom door I could see Pelham trembling with excitement.

‘Look, old man,’ I said to him, ‘Don’t worry if you have, ah, starting problems again. Just relax and let yourself be swept along with the tide, so to speak.’

‘Yes, Andrew, thank you for the advice,’ he said. ‘I suppose you can see that I am nervous.’

‘Well, just don’t fret yourself,’ I said firmly. ‘Fucking is as natural as swimming. All you have to learn is to do what comes naturally and all will be well.’

‘I hope she’s a pretty girl, this friend of Lucy’s,’ he muttered. ‘Would you like to be a good chap and pair off with her and leave Lucy for me?’

I smiled as I guessed that Lucy would not be satisfied until we had tried every known sexual permutation, but I judged it best to leave Pelham in ignorance of the full joys awaiting him behind the door which stood before us.

‘Don’t worry, Pelham,’ I promised. ‘I’ll stay with Amelia whilst you and Lucy do whatever takes your fancy.’

I knocked lightly upon the door and I heard a little giggle and then Lucy called out for us to enter. I opened the door and ushered Pelham in. The room was dark as the girls had closed the curtains and only two lamps lit the large room. I closed the door and locked it behind me. Although the girls were obviously there, we could not see them. Then we heard another muffled giggle from the far side of the large bed and I grinned-so that was where the two hussies were hiding!

‘I can hear you though I cannot see you!’ I called out, ‘you are discovered, my prettiest.’ At this Lucy rose from her hiding place and to my amazement the delicious girl was quite naked! Although I had seen her in a state of nudity before, I gasped with admiration at her uptilted breasts, her flat stomach and the thick blonde mass of hair at the base of her belly. In a trice I rid myself of my shirt, trousers, socks and boots, and I moved purposefully towards her. We embraced and now it was my turn to tremble with delight as I felt the touch of her lips and the soft probing of her tongue in my mouth. My cock was now as stiff as a poker and ready for action. Though I could hardly wait to plunge Priapus into her waiting love bush, I knew what Lucy preferred me to do beforehand. So with a gentle effort I reclined her backwards upon the bed and moved my head down between her splendid white legs where the luscious, pouting lips of her cunny, quite vermilion in colour and slightly gaping open, invited my attention as she drew her legs further apart.

I was down on my knees in a moment and I glued my lips to that lovely little crack, sucking and kissing furiously to the infinite delight of the delicious girl who sighed and groaned with pleasure. It was now impossible to hold back, and getting up on my knees I brought my straining shaft to the charge and, to Lucy’s high squeal of delight, fairly ran it right through into the depths of her throbbing pussy until my balls banged hard against her bottom. We lay still for a few moments whilst Lucy’s pulsating pussy squeezed my cock so beautifully that I almost swooned away with pleasure. She then heaved up her bottom and I responded to this move with a shove of my own and we commenced a most exciting struggle. My manly staff fairly glistened with love-juice as it worked in and out of her sheath, whilst the lips of her cunny seemed to cling to it at each time of withdrawal as if afraid of losing such a delightful sugar stick; but this did not last long as our movements got more and more furious; and then suddenly she was transformed into a wild animal, screeching as she bucked and jerked uncontrollably beneath me. Then, with a little wail she slumped backwards, her buttocks and thighs clenched as she shook all over in a rapid drawn-out series of tiny spasms. Her cunt squeezed my prick even tighter, and the continuous pressure was now too much for me to bear. I could feel the boiling sperm rising and then it surged out of me, spurting from my prick deep inside her secret parts in an orgasm that seemed to last and last as I pumped my creamy white froth into her juicy, dark warmth.

We lay there panting with exhaustion from our labours and to my surprise I could see young Pelham and Amelia standing stock stiff watching us in some kind of awe at our performance. Like Lucy, Amelia was quite naked. She was a tall girl blessed with long tresses of light auburn hair, slightly golden in tint, deep brown eyes set off by dark eyebrows and long dark eyelashes, a full mouth, richly-pouting cherry lips and a brilliant set of pearly white teeth. And what magnificent swelling young breasts she possessed, round and firm with a lovely whiteness of belly which was set off below by a bushy Mons Veneris, itself covered lightly with silken, reddish hair through which I could just perceive the outline of her slit. Her breathing had quickened with excitement, brought about by the passion that she had just seen displayed in front of her, her eyes were unduly bright and her nostrils flared out like those of a stallion coming upon a mare in heat.

‘Come on, you two slowcoaches,’ called out Lucy. ‘Why, Pelham, you still have your clothes on. That is almost an insult to Amelia. Don’t you want to fuck her?’

‘Oh, of course I do!’ Pelham stammered out.

‘I think he is just a little bit shy,’ said Amelia gaily, as she stroked the huge bulge between Pelham’s legs which showed well that his equipment was now in the finest working order. She gave the bulge an encouraging rub up and down with her hand and this had the desired effect of setting a match to the tinder.

This was indeed all the encouragement he needed and in a veritable flash he was undressed and I noticed his thick cock with its enormous red head was bolt upright. Amelia and Pelham rolled beside us in the huge bed and now it was our turn to take the part of spectators at the match.

Amelia was experienced enough to see that her partner was fast approaching the climax of delight so she climbed onto his lap facing him and squeezed her knees alongside his muscular thighs. She put one arm round his neck and felt for his cock with her other hand, adjusting her position as she slipped his rock-hard tool between them, fitting it snugly into her quim. When she was sure that the few inches were safely inside, she hugged him tightly, kissing the corners of his mouth, and whispered: ‘Push your prick into me darling, harder, that’s right, you won’t hurt me, keep pushing!’ She worked her hips up and down, riding slowly but firmly on the throbbing shaft, letting it sink all the way into her juicy snatch, holding it there completely engulfed.

Pelham was in his own private heaven now, too excited to remember that he was performing in front of an audience and, within a minute, I saw him shudder as the spunk began to gather for the finale. Amelia began to grind her bottom round and bounced up and down on his mighty cock. Pelham thrust upwards as his prick began to spurt, giving complete and utter satisfaction for them both. But Amelia was now afire and, to my astonishment, she shot out her right hand and grabbed my cock which immediately responded by standing smartly to attention as she rubbed it up to its peak condition.

‘I hope you don’t mind, Lucy, if I get Andrew to fuck me,’ said the little minx with a great show of politeness.

‘Not at all, my dear friend,’ replied Lucy. ‘Please feel free to do so whilst I suck that lovely young prick of Pelham’s which looks as if it still has some life in it.’ And so saying, Lucy moved across me to kiss the end of Pelham’s rod which was still oozing tiny drops of semen. Her tongue encircled his knob, savouring the juices and she drew him in between her rich, generous lips, sucking lustily as Pelham instinctively pushed upwards as her warm hands played with his heavy, hanging balls.

I was now more than ready for a further fray and I lifted myself onto my knees between Amelia’s legs and quickly hooked them over my shoulders so that her bottom lifted entirely from the eiderdown and was immediately cupped in my hands. A low gurgle of anticipation escaped her and my tongue protruded, licking gently up between the lips of her slit whilst she bucked and writhed with pleasure. Heady as the salty musk taste of her was in those shell-like folds, I savoured too the lingering cream of her libation which had oiled her cunny as much as Pelham’s pego had done just minutes before.