Anonymous - The Oyster, Volume III

Considering that Susannah was a most attractive lady in her middle twenties, I think I can say without fear of contradiction that not only was Sir Geoffrey a very great bookworm but an exceedingly foolish old fart! 'You must remember that at this time I was totally unaware of the joys of tribadism. Anyhow, I went round to Lots Road and Susannah showed me round her large home. A most interesting feature was a small cabin that had been erected in the garden. She told me that this is where her circle met regularly and I thought to myself that this seemed a small edifice for a ladies' meeting.

'But after I accepted her invitation to go inside, things became clearer. The floor of the cabin had been partially scooped out and a tiled bath-or perhaps a miniature swimming pool would best describe it-had been laid. It was fully plumbed with both hot and cold water and splashing around in the pool were two beautiful naked girls of about my own age, nineteen, whom Susannah introduced to me as Nancy and Alexandra. 'Do join us, Rosie,' said Nancy, shaking long blonde tresses of her away from her pretty face. Take off your clothes and jump in with us. The water is deliciously warm.' 'What a splendid idea,' said Susannah.' I have to entertain the artist Mr.

Lawrence Judd-Hughes for a while as I have to negotiate a fee for him to paint the charming views from our country home near Tunbridge Wells. But I am sure that Nancy and Alex will deputise most effectively as hostess whilst I am away.' 'I was somewhat shy at first but eventually I was persuaded to disrobe and I stepped gingerly into the pool. Actually, Nancy had been telling nothing but the truth, for the water was indeed nicely warm and we splashed around gaily.

Then, as I rested momentarily at the side of the pool, Alex began to rub my crotch with the palm of her hand. The sensation was frankly delicious and I relaxed totally. Soon, I found myself being seduced by the two harpies. On one side Nancy was caressing my breasts and tweaking my nipples to full erection whilst Alex ran her hands between my legs, playing with my clitty. 'It was very erotic, especially as Nancy began whispering what she would like to do to me. She was rubbing my breasts and kissing my titties whilst at the same time murmuring about all the sensual things she wanted to do to me-like how she wanted to stick her tongue up my cunt and rub her face all around my hot, wet crotch and suck my clitty till I spent! 'I was so fired up by her words that I took her hand and placed it next to Alex's between my legs. Her fingers became alive as she started diddling me. Then Alexandra said: 'You cannot eat pussey under water.'

So we all got out of the huge tub, dried ourselves and went into an adjacent little room which was just big enough to accommodate a large double bed upon which had been laid the most luxurious silken sheets.

'I was gently laid down on the bed and Alexandra began to stroke the insides of my thighs, opening my legs to accommodate Nancy who began to lick and lap at my wet pussey, sending me into spasms of desire and wanting desperately to be fucked. The little minx was licking along the insides of my labia, not putting her tongue inside me. I told her how hot she was making me and how I could feel an orgasm coming on. I told her to finish me off by fucking me with her tongue but then I heard Alex's voice saying: 'It's all right, Rosie, dear, I'll do that for you.' 'I opened my eyes and saw that the sweet girl had strapped on a belt round her waist which at the front had attached a black wooden affair shaped exactly like a giant cock, complete with carefully fashioned balls. This was the first time I had seen a dildoe although of course I had read about these affairs in Doctor Roy Stevenson's famous manual-ah, I see you are acquainted with this excellent tome of which I believe no fewer than one million copies have been subscribed all over the world-so I was unsure as to what to expect. 'Anyhow, I spread-eagled my legs as Alexandra climbed on top of me, giving me a passionate kiss on the lips as she reached down and inserted the head of this wooden cock between my pussey lips. It certainly had the desired effect! I wrapped my legs around her waist and locked my ankles together. Then she leaned forwards and the dildo began to slide into my sopping cunney and I gasped with pleasure, urging her on. It took only a little while to get the rhythm right but once I did, I discovered that the dildo gave me great joy. Every time she thrust forwards it rubbed against my clitty and at the end of each thrust, when the dildo was in as far as it could go, it would rub into my deepest recesses and send sparks through my entire body. 'It only took a few minutes before I spent, my cunney disgorging a flood of love juice and Alexandra spent too, so fucking me that we both managed to finish off together. We had so much fun that afternoon, especially when Susannah returned to join in the games, that I have almost gone off fucking with men, and especially since I began to share my bed with Kitty.' 'Have you ever strapped on a dildo?' Cecil asked Kitty. 'Yes, quite often, although Rosie and I take turns to play the masculine role,' she replied. 'Something happens to me when I put one on. I feel powerful for suddenly I have a cock mounted between my legs and I can thrust it into another girl and give her an orgasm just like a man whilst I can enjoy one too! 'It's difficult to describe how this feels but the last thing I want to do is try to replace men. I still feel that there is nothing like sucking a good stiff cock and then fucking it! 'But playing around with other girls makes me randy. I remember one day last week Rosie and I were sitting on the bed, our legs spread apart and our fingers buried in each other's pussies when your Uncle Arthur walked in. I was almost ready to come and I wasn't about to let Rosemary stop what she was doing so I unbuttoned his trousers, took out his prick and sucked him off. Then when he had recovered he fucked us both. 'I enjoy threesomes of any computation of the sexes. I believe that threesomes offer the most intimacy. When there are three persons, you feel like you are sharing something very special. We don't have to worry about embarrassing ourselves and my, we can have such fun,' she added. Perhaps it was just as well that we had no further time to explore this newly proposed avenue of pleasure. For, as you may well imagine, dear reader, Cecil and I were by now completely hors de combat. I do not believe that either of us, after all the priapic exercises I have already described, could have managed another cockstand even at the appearance of Lily Langtry, Gwendolen Bracknell or even Jenny Everleigh who is reputed to have been fucked by both Lord Robert Cripps and Major General David Haines after a wild country house party in Cheshire. However, we left our ladies with the fondest salutations and the sworn promise to return to see them on our next visit to London. Whether Uncle Arthur would have approved is another story but as my wise older brother Cecil succinctly commented when I ventured to bring up this point: 'Uncle Arthur can go and fuck himself.' We were forced to catch a slow train back home as workmen were carrying out maintenance work to the railway tracks near Egham. It was a bright morning and I noticed a group of chattering magpies in a high treetop where they were fluffing up their feathers and fanning their long tails. 'Why are magpies supposedly unlucky, according to superstition?' I asked Cecil. I knew he was a one for such clever brain-teasers. My brother smiled and replied: 'Well, Teddy, the story goes that when Noah summoned the animals to enter the Ark, the magpies stayed outside to jabber maliciously at the drowning world. Another tale goes that they were further cursed with black and white plumage for refusing to go into full mourning with other birds at the Crucifixion. 'Some twerps actually doff their hats, spit towards the birds and say: 'Devil, devil, I defy thee. Two magpies, incidentally are supposed to be lucky, but all should be saluted by bowing and spitting. Mind, if you believe such nonsense, you deserve to have your arse kicked to the middle of next week!'