I realised that what I was missing through the absence of a tight fit and the sensations of being held in and manipulated was more than made up for by the tremendous excitement of being immersed in her copious cum. It was as though Perdita's entire being was dissolving into a warm welcoming sea. When fucking she let go completely. She became quite incapable of any artifice or calculation. Her body took over and she became a woman utterly abandoned to her sexual appetites and her outpourings. Perdita would never be a neat fuck, one that could manage to fuck discreetly. The urgency with which she threw off all her clothing, inconvenient though it might prove later, was all part and parcel of her need to offer herself up without delay and without reserve. All her body became one sexual instrument.
Perdita was an all-over fuck. No part of her was unaffected. Yet in the end all her hunger became centred in her wide-open pussey as it filled and flooded with her juices. I was very happy that I had not missed her. I suspected that anyone who lived with her or passed much time with her would find that they were spending a disproportionate amount of that time looking after or looking for Perdita. What she needed was some sort of chaperone. Not-Heavens Forbid!-to prevent her from fucking, but to look after her when she was fucking: someone to ensure that Perdita, her belongings and her clothing were gathered together roughly in one place-and the right place at that. Our fuck could not last much longer. I had already been on the verge of my coming while I had been still ensheathed in her bum. I quickly felt the first unstoppable surge of my cum coursing its way up my cock, eager to discharge into the sea of her secretions. Perdita was beginning to be wracked by great shudders that rippled through her body so that each time, however impossible that might be, she seemed to open a little wider. She didn't cry out loudly, but, half under her breath, as each shudder jolted through her she was saying 'Yes! Yes!
Yes!' as though she was willing herself on, driving all the tensions from her, draining them from her body and her mind. She rose up to meet me as I plunged into her. Time and time again I rammed into her, trying to fill her to overflowing. Jet upon jet gushed up and spurted into her. My balls banging unmercifully against her and sticky with her cum, throbbed with the power of their emptying ejaculations.
Her hands were clenching and unclenching, her breathing harsh. I in turn felt a tide of relief ebb through me. Everything that was in me was now in her. My pace slowed. The last irregular spasms of my coming shook me but soon I had nothing left. She gave one final convulsive heave and then lay very still, legs and arms splayed out, only her breasts still quivering with the energy she had expended.
Quite quickly I slid out of her. Our combined juices were dripping out of her and soaking into the damp moss on which she lay. I pressed my face into the wet warmth of her pussey, breathing in deeply and tasting the pussey hair, smooth as silk against my cheek. Lazily, I licked the inside of her thighs. One last, belated drop of cum hung on the end of my prick before dropping to the ground. We were both spent and exhausted. All seemed very still around us. Little by little life resumed. I became aware of a chaffinch or some such bird singing in the tree above me. Some small animal rustled through the leaves and I watched a glossy black beetle feeling its way across the moss only inches from my nose. Two Red Admiral butterflies were dancing and twisting in a shaft of sunlight above our heads until one fluttered down and settled on Perdita's left breast. As she felt the light touch she squinted down her nose to see what was happening. She lay still and the butterfly opened and closed its wings. No doubt it had been attracted by the fresh sweat that glistened on her. As it drank-for that was what I assumed it was doing-I thought it a great improvement on the slapping tongue of the cow that had been similarly attracted to Ian's bared bum earlier. 'Have you seen my clothes?' said Perdita about a quarter of an hour later. 'They're over there,' I said, 'And over there, and over there.' We staggered to our feet. Perdita stretched like a cat. There was a dazed just-fucked look to her that was most beguiling. For a moment I felt Mr. Pego shift and stir but in reality I was both too fatigued and beginning to get concerned about collecting the party together again.
There remained the Rosie problem. As far as I was concerned she had indulged in her last naked bicycle ride. We would have to find something for her to wear. Perdita was retrieving her clothing item by item, pulling something frilly off a bush here, unearthing a shoe there. As she hopped about, clutching at a foot where she had stepped on something sharp, her hair had fallen over her eyes and her naked breasts swayed. Again there was a twitching hint of interest from Mr. Pego. The damp blackness of her pussey showed up in stark contrast to the whiteness of her skin. Sadly I resigned myself to the fact that I might never see it again. 'Oh, there it is!' she said. 'My dress. I thought I'd lost it.' I was conducting an inventory of my clothing. One sock short. I shut my eyes, trying to picture where Perdita had thrown it. 'To the left of that tree over there,' I said to myself, deciding to dress myself as fully as possible before searching for it. I did not want to risk an unprotected Mr. Pego among the thorns. Perdita and I began to dress.