She stood up and pulled her dress off her shoulders and down to her waist. Then she let it drop and stepped out of it. Bending down, she grabbed one sleeve and made as though to throw it with careless abandon behind her. There was a ripping noise. She had had one foot on the hem. 'Damn,' she said. 'This always seems to happen.'
Crouching down, she bundled the increasingly sorry rags of her dress together and re-enacted her casual tossing away motion. The dress flew through the air and caught on a projecting bough. 'Now for your things, Andrew,' she said, removing my trousers, helping me to my feet and then stripping my shirt off, followed by my underwear.
There was a brief struggle as Mr. Pego had to be negotiated. Item by item, my clothes were flung away. I tried to keep an eye on where each article fell. We had had enough missing clothing for one day.
Finally we were both completely naked, facing one another. As I have said, Perdita had that very clear, almost translucent skin that some dark-haired women have. Her hair was very black with a bluish tinge to it where it caught the light. Her nipples were a dark red and the area round them again very dark. Her breasts were clearly separated by the channel between them. Her breastbone showed up plainly. Her titties did not have the rippling abundance of a Cecily nor the round plumpness of a Rosie. Instead they were pointed and vulnerable. I could see tiny blue veins around the nipples, each of which, because of a slight concavity of the upper surface of her titties, stood boldly upwards. As she sucked in her breath, I could see her ribcage. There was not an ounce of spare flesh on her. Waist and hips were sharply defined. Below a large navel, her stomach was flat before swelling out to a generous Mound of Venus. Her pussey hair was also very black as well as long and profuse. Stray black hairs curled invitingly against the white of her thighs. I became very eager to discover what was hidden away beneath that dense bush.
'Perdita,' I said, 'I am glad that I've found you.' 'What are you going to do with me?' she said with a teasing glint in her eye. I said nothing but held her tightly in my arms. Her arms went round me and we stood locked together for a silent minute. Then she hugged me and began to rub herself against me. Her mouth was biting at my shoulder and the top of her head was against my mouth.
Her nipples were tracing little circles against my chest. As she ground herself against me, I felt the warm friction of our pubic hair deliciously entangled. Unlike many women, her pussey hair was almost as silky as that of the rest of her and it had a similar sheen to it.
My prick had found its way unerringly between her legs and her pussey was brushing the top of it. She moved backwards and forwards, stroking it to a state of almost painful arousal. 'Let's lie down,' I said, becoming weak with my desire to enter her. We collapsed on to the moss, she on top. She levered herself up on her arms and looked me anxiously in the face. 'Andrew,' she said, 'I must warn you that I am going to be what I know you men sometimes call a Sloppy Fuck. A very sloppy fuck. You already know that Ian and I fucked on the way here, both on the Sociable and behind the hedge. I also fucked George here in the woods a short while ago. 'I am also,' she went on, 'One of those women who cannot exercise any great control over their hidden muscles when a man is inside them. I just give way completely and get very wide and very wet.' 'I don't mind,' I said. 'Let's fuck.' Without more ado, she lowered herself on me, effortlessly encompassing my member in its engorged entirety. We both stayed still for a moment as I enjoyed the feel of her. Then she settled so that the cheeks of her bum pressed hard on the tops of my thighs. She twitched her shoulders and I watched her breasts swing unencumbered and free above me. With one finger I traced the outline of a nipple before running my hand lightly down the channel between her breasts, parting them carefully, feeling the hardness of bone under the thin flesh. She lifted herself a fraction and leaned forward so that now her breasts were brushing against my chest. I breathed in so that their soft weight lay on me. With both hands I began to squeeze and fondle them. Under the soft skin they were surprisingly firm. As I played with them, the nipples rose like twin projectiles, hard with desire. She leaned further forward and stuck out her tongue, thrusting it deep into my mouth. As I began slowly to force my prick up and down inside her, so her tongue moved in unison, exploring and probing. The wetness in my mouth was matched by the wetness of her cunney. By dint of careful experiment, I was able to adjust myself so that I could feel her pussey hair and clit rubbing along the upper side of my member. She responded to my movements, sliding backwards and forwards so that her thick bush, already well dampened, rode up and down, pressed tight against my own pubic hair. Suddenly she moved up too much and my prick dropped out, remaining in slippery contact with her cunney lips. 'Sorry!' she said. 'I knew that was going to happen.' 'Don't worry,' I said. 'It's a lovely feel.' Reassured, she began to rub her pussey along my body, over my stomach and up as far as my chest. I could feel her opened lips sliding warmly over me. Her pussey hair seemed to ease rather than impede that long, slow advance and retreat.
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.