Anonymous - The Oyster Volume VI

'“I trust there will soon be an opportunity for us to continue where we left off,” he sighed whilst we dressed ourselves. “Is there no chance of seeing you again before you leave Amsterdam?”

'“Probably not,” I said sadly as I walked across to his easel and stared at the bold sketch of my face which Anton had drawn before we let our emotions interrupt his work. “I'm afraid you'll have to finish this portrait from memory.”

Katie sighed and pointed to the picture which was hanging on the wall in front of us. 'About six weeks later Anton sent that painting of his young mistress to my mother with a letter saying that he hoped she would accept it in lieu of a portrait of her daughter. Actually, his note is tucked away behind the picture and you can read it for yourself.

She led me across to the wall and pulled out from the back of the frame a sheet of paper which she passed over to me. As Katie had said, after apologizing for not producing the commissioned work, Anton went on: You must forgive me, but I will not be able to portray Miss Judson in a manner which will reflect her radiant beauty and charm unless she is able to sit for me again in person.

'It's terribly vain of me to keep this note,' she remarked as she folded it back in its hiding place. 'But who knows? A letter from Anton Dourlein might one day be almost as valuable as one of his pictures!'

'Now I am going to my room for a rest,' announced Katie as she guided me towards the door. 'We'll dine at half-past seven and if all goes according to plan, I don't see why we shouldn't have an early night!'

She kissed me lightly on the cheek and made her way upstairs. Being curious to know how Teddy had fared with Susie, I descended the staircase to see if my pal had returned from wherever he and his amorata had hidden themselves. However, none of the other guests were to be found downstairs so I trudged back up to my room where I contemplated a nice long soak in a warm bath before I changed into my evening clothes.

But this was not to be, because as I walked by the large room shared by Alexa and Erika, the door was flung open. I almost jumped out of my skin when one of the pretty blonde Danish twins, dressed in a pink dressing gown, scurried out and grabbed me by the arm as she exclaimed: 'Ah, I thought I heard someone coming up the stairs. Andrew, have you a little time to spare please? Erika and I need the services of a strong young man.'

I was so startled (and flattered) that I allowed Alexa to pull me into her room where I was stunned to see Jack Dennison standing stark naked against the wall. Erika, who was wearing only a pair of brief lace knickers, was kneeling down in front of him with her hands holding his huge erect cock and her lips just inches away from his purple mushroom bell-end.

'Hello, Jack, I'm sorry to interrupt but Alexa grabbed hold of me on the landing just now and insisted on dragging me in here,' I stammered. But he was so eager to have his cock sucked that he cheerily waved away my embarrassment as he gasped out: “There's no need to apologize, old chap. I'm truly delighted to see you because I can't pleasure more than one of these frisky little fillies and Alexa will be left out in the cold unless we can find her a juicy thick prick.'

'Well, I agree that would be grossly unfair,' I grinned as Alexa slipped her robe off her shoulders to reveal her lissome naked body to me. 'But what about Ian Pethick? Surely he-'

'Ah, poor Ian! He is too much of a gentleman-if such a thing is possible. Did you not hear the front door bell about half an hour ago? The vicar of Chagford came round to ask for a donation for the village summer fete. Ian gave him a half-sovereign and his kindness impressed the vicar so much that, when Ian told him of his interest in brass rubbings, he invited Ian to go with him straight away for a look at the seventeenth century plaques on the floor and walls of his church! We listened to all this from the landing and heard the reverend gentleman say how happy he was to meet a fellow enthusiast. To our amazement, Ian accepted his invitation, being too polite to disappoint him! '

'Good heavens! I can't say I would have taken that course of action,' I remarked whilst Jack nodded his agreement and declared: 'Neither would I. Really, if you look at the situation in another way, he was guilty of being impolite to Alexa's pussey!'

Alexa smiled at this light-hearted remark and rejoined: 'Maybe Ian is too polite for his own good, but I have not taken any offence. For, though I say so myself, I know that he would have far preferred to poke me rather than go traipsing down to the village with the vicar! Anyhow, there should be plenty of time for lots of rumpy-pumpy later this evening.'

Then she looked straight at me and added: 'However, I don't feel like waiting till then, Andrew. So unless you have any objection to fucking me, Ian's loss is your gain.'

I gulped nervously as she took my hand, sat me down on the bed and instructed me to undress. For what should I do? Notwithstanding the fact that Katie was expecting me to behave like a wild stallion after lights-out-so much so that she would not even bring me off even after telling me the exciting story of her encounter with Anton the artist- she might well take a dim view if she discovered that in her absence I had shagged one of her best friends.

But if the spirit was willing, the flesh was weak and there cannot be many men who could have refused to fuck such a deliciously nubile girl as Alexa. And as if her voluptuous charms were not enough to turn my head, whilst I was pulling off my shirt I looked up to see Jack Dennison having his cock palated by Erika who was lustily working his knob in and out of her mouth, clearly determined not to lose contact with the rigid fleshy shaft.

'Please don't let me disturb you,' I called out to him as I fumbled with the buttons of my trousers.

'You're damned right I won't!' he retorted as he placed his hands on Erika's tousled blonde head and muttered: 'That's the way, you dear girl, suck out all my spunky cum!'

She replied to Jack by grasping hold of his thick prick in her hands, frigging the shaft as hard as she could whilst she teasingly titillated the smooth wide crown with the tip of her tongue. Then Erika ran her lips up and down his pulsating shaft before opening her mouth wide and gobbling in almost the full length of his tool, bobbing her head to and fro as she slid her hand underneath his scrotum to cradle his balls in her palm.

Meanwhile, Alexa had helped me undress and luxuriant strands of her flaxen hair fell over her shoulders as she bent down and rolled down my drawers. With a hoarse growl, I pulled her head towards mine and she grabbed my stiff shaft greedily in her fist as we kissed, our tongues entwining as our eager bodies pressed together.

We crashed together onto the bed and I grabbed a pillow which I stuffed under Alexa's bottom so that her thighs and cunney were positioned at a good angle for my bursting boner as I moved between her legs. Alexa squeezed my shaft, capping and uncapping the rounded domed knob as she guided my cock between her yielding pussey lips deep into her clingy wet crack. My hands moved to her breasts and covered her nipples whilst I slid my trembling tool in and out of her squelchy slit at a slow yet steady pace. The blonde beauty sighed with delight as she relished the sensations afforded by my throbbing truncheon inside her juicy honeypot.

I continued to fuck the gorgeous girl at this relatively gentle pace until she gasped: 'Oh, Andrew, how lovely! I've cum twice already! Now fuck me hard, you big-cocked rascal!'

Nothing loath, I increased the tempo until I was slamming my prick in and out of Alexa's squishy quim at a great rate of knots and my balls slapped against her bum-cheeks as she clamped her legs around my ribs.