Anonymous - The Oyster, Volume III

'It would be splendid if they could join in the fun. And I had the most warm, loving note from Kate on my return this afternoon.' So it was decided. A note was written and despatched. Rosie summoned me to help her unpack. Gwendolen volunteered to come with us. She squeezed my arm affectionately as we went upstairs. 'I hope you are not angry with me,' she said. 'I hope that when the photography is finished we can get down to the serious business of fucking. I have seen enough of you to know that I should like that very much.'

How could I refuse such an enticing offer? I hugged her to me.

'I'd like that very much as well,' I answered. Rosie, who was a step or two ahead of us, turned. 'What about me?' she said sweetly.

'Can I join in?' 'Of course, Rosie dear,' said Gwendolen. 'This will be quite an old school reunion.' That first photographic adventure was unlike anything that I had previously experienced. I had before been into a studio on two or three occasions. Formal portraits of my family had been taken. I had featured, two or three rows back, in a school photograph. I was accustomed to the slow deliberate proceedings as the photographer ordered his subjects, arranged his backgrounds, then buried his head under a black cloth. I knew how to pose motionless, staring at the camera. But to sit or stand, leaning on a classically styled pillar was one thing. To hold oneself immobile with one's virile member poking unmoving at the tender entrance to a generously spread cunney is a different matter. Rosie was a paragon of brisk efficiency. As we helped her place the camera on its tripod, as she squinted though the viewing window, ordering us to close up or rearrange our groupings, she gave us a short explanation of the technicalities and the history of the craft. We started with one or two more ordinary exposures, fully clothed. Catherine and the Fergusons brothers had not yet arrived although we had received a message that all three would present later on. Meanwhile Rosie was getting a little bored with the unrelieved decency of the proceedings.

'Andrew,' she said all of a sudden, 'I would like you to sit between Hannah and Becky. Gwendolen, would you sit on the carpet at their feet.' She looked carefully at us. 'Not very interesting. I have an idea. Andrew, would you take off all your clothes!' 'Just me?'

I said. 'Just you for the moment,' she replied. 'This seems somewhat unfair,' I said. 'Hannah, Becky!' she called. 'Andrew is being stuffy about this. I think you should help him out of his things.' Before I could protest any further, hands were reaching out. Gwendolen had untied my shoelaces and slipped my shoes and then socks off my feet while jacket, waistcoat, shirt and vest were peeled and pulled off me. Rosie stepped forward and appropriated to herself the job of removing my trousers. As Mr. Pego was all at once exposed to public view, I was suddenly somewhat bashful. I crossed my hands in front of him. Gwendolen reached up from the floor and gently placed her hands on mine. 'Don't deny us the finest sight of the evening,' she said as she slowly pulled my wrists apart. Just as she did so, I felt a finger from behind. Whether it was Becky or Hannah I could not tell. As the cheeks of my bottom were parted, the finger was slipped gently but firmly into my back passage. With a jump, Mr. Pego shot upright. Gwendolen and Rosie both gave a little cheer.

'Quick, sit down!' ordered Rosie. The rest of you, get into position.' Hannah sat to my right. Becky to my left. Gwendolen arranged herself cross-legged at my feet. 'Gwendolen! He's beginning to flag,' said Rosie. Gwendolen turned and stuck out her tongue, letting it play on the tip of my cock. It responded immediately. Then she traced out the line of the blue vein along the top until her hand came to rest at its root. She gave a short squeeze.

'That's it,' said Rosie. 'Cup your hand under his balls. Now, keep very still everyone.' There was a flash of burning powder.

The light seemed to fill the room. I heard the shutter click. Everyone held their breath while Gwendolen held my throbbing prick.

'Wonderful,' said Rosie. 'Now I want everything reversed. Andrew, back into your clothes. Girls, off with yours'!' Grumbling, I struggled back into my clothes. Mr. Pego was by now most unwilling to lie down again and as I tried to force him back inside my trousers, the other three began to undress. At this Mr. Pego became even more unwilling to bend to my will. Meanwhile before my enthralled eyes first Hannah's and then Becky's luscious titties were bared. Next their lovely rounded bottoms were revealed. Lastly I saw with rising excitement their dark and densely furred pussies. By now I was getting quite distressed with my unrelieved need to slip my prick into one of those welcoming quims. 'Andrew,' said Becky, 'I have a slight tickle. Here,' she said, taking my hand and placing it on her bush.

I felt its warmth and then the sudden yielding of her cunt lips as that first slick of wetness lubricated my finger. 'Just a little rub,' she said. 'And a little more.' She sighed. 'Not yet,' said Rosie like some school ma'am. 'That comes later!'

Gwendolen, who had once again closed her hand gently over the engorged length of my cock, paused. 'What about you, Rosie dear?' she said. 'I am certain it would put us all more at ease if you were to appear in the same state of Nature.' Hannah at once went across to help her before she could demur. Gwendolen had in the meantime handed me over to Hannah while she also began to divest herself of all her clothing. Quivering, my hand still engaged with Becky's quim, I saw the full golden beauty of Gwendolen brought to light. What a mouth-watering contrast was there. The dark swelling mounds of Becky's and Hannah's pussies were contrasted with the fair silky down of Gwendolen's. Rosie's girlish, brown-haired beauty that I had examined so memorably on the train to Paddington was bared in turn. I was surrounded by the most welcoming but varied array of cunneys that any man could imagine even in his wildest dreams.

But Rosie was a hard taskmaster. I was forced back into my clothes and made to sit upright between the now naked Hannah and Becky. Looking down at Gwendolen I could see past the golden curls of her hair to her quite outstanding titties and then down again to the half-hidden promise of her pubic treasure. Rosie, naked also, retired behind her camera. 'Smile', she said. We all smiled except I suspect my smile was more like a grimace as I held myself desperately in check, aware of the warmth rising from the eager bodies that surrounded me. Then, just as Rosie bent to her camera, there was a soft knock at the door and Emily slipped in. She paused at the unusual display that met her startled eyes, then pulling herself together said 'Miss Catherine Ferguson and her Cousins have called.'

At once there was a bustle of activity. Hannah and Becky rose to meet their guests. Rosie, a little uncertain of herself now that strangers were arriving, contrived to hide most of herself behind her photographic equipment. Gwendolen stayed exactly where she was, cross-legged on the floor. Catherine, elegant as ever, swept into the room, closely followed by Ian and Donald. With a social poise that I could only admire, she did not hesitate in her stride but embraced first the naked Hannah and then Becky warmly. Without blinking an eyelid, she then turned and gravely offered me her hand. 'I am happy to see you again so soon, Andrew,' she said. 'I hope you got my note.' 'Indeed yes,' I replied. 'It was waiting for me on my return from the West Country.' Ian and Donald has been less successful at concealing their amazement at being so ushered into a room full of the most delicious bevy of undressed feminine beauty.

They stopped dead in their tracks. They gulped in unison. Their eyes quite started from their heads. Then as Becky and Hannah went across to embrace them also, broad grins broke out on their faces. As each was hugged to a naked bosom, I saw both Becky and Hannah, as if each could read the other's thoughts, reach out a discreet hand and reach under their kilts. Both were drawn forward.. 'Gwendolen, Rosie.