Anonymous: The Oyster, Volume IV

Andrew, if you are coming with us, you'd better take off your shoes.

You do rather clump about.' Although I thought this was a rather unfair remark since I consider myself quite light on my feet, I none the less bent down to unlace my boots. 'Here, Andrew, I'll do that for you,' said Rosie and she bent down before me. Deftly she removed first one boot and then the other. With a naughty glint in her eye she buried her head for an instant between my legs and rubbed her forehead against the rather obvious bulge that had appeared at my crutch. 'Come along Rosie,' said Becky. 'This expedition has been organised at your request. You can do that later.' 'Don't be so schoolmistressy,' said Rosie. 'I'm ready.' Hannah and Becky led the way, Rosie on tip toe immediately behind them. I followed Rosie closely. Colonel Moore however remained seated. 'Not as agile on the feet as I used to be,' he said. 'I'll take my time.' He poured himself another glass from the decanter. 'I might follow later.'

'Come on,' said Rosie, 'Ssshhh!' This last injunction was addressed to me as I had inadvertently kicked over a small stool. As I paused to right it, the others disappeared in single file through the green baize door that led down to the kitchen. As it opened, so the volume of screams was suddenly twice as loud. We trooped down, turning a corner. At the foot of the stairs was a second door, half open.

Hannah stopped. Becky stopped. Rosie stopped, peering over their shoulders. I stopped one stair up so that I had a clear view.

Mary, still in her maid's uniform, was spread-eagled over a large, well-scrubbed table. The remains of the dinner still on the serving dishes had been pushed to one end. Mary's legs were raised and widely parted. Although I of course had seen and heard this performance once before, I was enthralled to see a repeat performance.

Tom the Tool had just withdrawn in order to gather himself for another mighty thrust. Once again I was amazed at the immense size of his cock. It gleamed for an instant, glistening white in the gas light, before he launched himself forward and the entire length disappeared into Mary's welcoming cunt. Truly they were a splendidly matched pair.

Rosie to whom this was all quite new, gave a stifled gasp as she saw his tremendous engine. Inadvertently I bumped into her from behind and she reached back to grab me and steady herself. Her bum was nestling against me and I clutched at her, my hands closing over the swell of her round little titties. In silence we watched as Tom applied himself to the task in hand. He was thrusting now with an even-paced rhythm, Mary rising to meet him and take his entire length deep down into the very furthest reaches of her quim. Her shrieks of pleasure as he forced his way in were alternating with great moans as he pulled back. As they continued Rosie began to rotate her firm little bum against me to the rhythm so that my prick was immediately provoked to its fullest extension. Unable to stand the discomfort of its imprisonment, I used one hand to unbutton myself while I squeezed her titty with the other. As she realised what I was doing, without taking her eyes for a moment from the mighty coupling that was taking place on the table, she unbuttoned her dress so that I could slip my hand inside and feel first the softness of her titty and then the hardening of a nipple through the thin material of her chemise. I was by now rubbing the shaft of my exposed prick against the silk of her dress as it was stretched tight over her cheeks. As I reached down to lift the hem of her dress, I realised that she had had the same thought. Our hands met. For a moment she tickled my palm and then pulled her dress up. As my hand touched bare flesh, I realised that under her skirt and petticoat, she was naked. I slid my prick between her legs, rubbing it against the soft down of her pussey hair.

All the while we were quite transfixed by the relentless fucking that was going on in the kitchen. Again and again, Tom thrust forward.

Again and again Mary squealed and yelled out as he plunged and pulled back. Unconsciously Rosie and I were rubbing against each other at the same pace, the tip of my prick gently parting but not quite entering her tight little lips. Suddenly I realised that we were not the only spectators engrossed in the sport in front of us. At the far side of the kitchen, the scullery door was open and I saw little Emily, the other maid, watching with open-mouthed intensity. She also had raised her skirt and I saw her thin hand playing with her exposed blond pussey. A look of rapt excitement was on her face. Her maid's cap was awry and a couple of golden wisps of hair had escaped from their confinement. They hung down, damp with perspiration, as she played with herself. Her fingers were obviously rubbing her clit. I could not see it properly but I remembered from an earlier encounter that it was quite the longest that I had ever encountered in one of her slight build. Tom's thrusting was now speeding up and reaching a crescendo. Mary was meeting him and more than matching him in her eagerness. She was beginning to mouth cries of encouragement. Rosie, pressed tight against me, was beginning to make intense little sighs of pleasure. Hannah and Becky, becoming aware of what was taking place behind them, stood firm so that Rosie should have something to lean against. Without a word being spoken, each put an arm round her waist. I withdrew my hand from her titty and held her by the hips, cupping her in each palm. She reached down in front and the head of my prick was all at once met by her fingers as she bent further forward and opened her pussey lips so that I could begin to penetrate her. In the half darkness there was such a press of bodies that my hands were squeezed between the three of them as the two sisters began to rub themselves against Rosie. Across the far side of the room, Emily was leaning against the doorway. She was now rubbing her palm against her opened pussey, her fingers sliding deep inside her. Her eyes were still fixed on Tom and Mary and I could half hear, half feel, that she also was beginning to moan with excitement. Mary was now clutching desperately at the table's edge as Tom banged his way in and out. He was now ramming his way into her with such force that the whole table was beginning to shudder. The pots and pans hanging in rows on the wall were starting to jangle as they picked up the vibrations of the fucking. Mary suddenly drew in a great breath and there was a moment's breathless silence before she let it out again with a shattering cry. 'I'm coming, Tom! I'm coming!' she yelled and her whole body contorted. Tom's gasps had reached an answering climax and I think that all the watchers must have sensed together that the first spurts of his cum were beginning to force their way uncontrollably up his mighty member. Mary locked her thighs around him. Her eyes were bulging and again we could all instinctively feel the love juice flooding into her cunney. Then she lost her grip on the table's edge and, locked together, they fell on to the floor.

They carried on their coupling without a pause. However at the thump, two large baking dishes, a bain-marie and a fish kettle were dislodged and came crashing down on to the stone flagged floor. In response, Rosie jumped with surprise and opened up so quickly that I sank into her up to the hilt. She grabbed at Hannah and Becky for support but they in turn were so taken unawares that they stumbled and we all four fell forward through the doorway. As we landed in a heap, Rosie on top of Becky and Hannah and me on top of Rosie, I tried manfully to regain my balance but my prick was embedded so far into Rosie that I was unable to struggle free. Not that she had any intention of letting me go. Quite unhurt, she raised herself up on her forearms so that, as I tried to stand up, she remained impaled on me. As I held on to her thighs, it was for all the world as though I were clutching a wheelbarrow. Tom and Mary had by now subsided into a tangled, thrashing heap of limb and quim. Meanwhile, Emily, abruptly made aware of our presence, had jumped back violently in embarrassed surprise.