Anonymous - The Oyster, Volume III

'Of course they can', laughed Charlotte who was now quite at ease. 'Shall I tell you how I do it?' 'Yes, please', we chorused and I added that this recounting of her secret pleasures would constitute a sufficient punishment for breaking the vase and that I would not peach on her to my parents. 'Well,' Charlotte began, 'I like to start after I have had a bath. I then stand in front of the bathroom mirror, slowly drying myself with a towel. On a summer morning, if the sun is shining like today, a gleam of light beams in making my body shine with a golden glow. Still looking in the mirror I let my gaze run down to my dark, thick pussey hair that curls round my crack. I then slowly rub my clitty and that makes me feel good all over. 'Then I scuttle into my bedroom and pick up a hand mirror and the dildo that I have taken from Alice's room. She is unaware that I know of its existence. I then place the mirror on the floor between my legs and, by crouching down, I have a lovely view of my cunt lips.

I then separate my pussey lips and I can see to the very depths of my now damp, tight cunt. Then I push two or three fingers up to get my juices flowing and as soon as my cunney is dripping wet, I pick up the dildo and slowly rub it up and down my slit, rubbing my little clitty until it throbs and tingles. 'After a few moments, I push the dildo between my pussey lips and then gently take it out-at first slowly and then faster and faster and deeper and deeper until wooosh!

My body is enveloped in a beautiful, most wonderful ecstasy as my cunney explodes and my love juices flow unabated. Afterwards, I lick my creamy cum from the dildo which also sends shudders of pleasure throughout my entire frame. This all takes about ten minutes and leaves me feeling drained but I feel sprightly and rejuvenated quite soon afterwards.' This racy narrative excited both Terence and myself so much that our cocks were fairly bursting out of our breeches and we were forced to unbutton ourselves to be comfortable.

Charlotte blushed when she saw our two stiff cocks standing stiffly to attention, but she said shyly: 'Would you like me to rub these for you? I've never done this before, but I've seen Alice and her friend Pelham, the Vicar's coachman, together and Alice rubs and even sucks his prick. I'll have a go, if you like.' We readily gave our assent and her delicate little hands were soon grasping two eager thick pricks. Terence was so excited that he spent almost immediately Charlotte squeezed his shaft, but I lasted a little longer before I too jetted gushes of hot spunk onto the rug. 'Damn, how are we going to get the sperm stains out of the rug?' wailed Terence and I must confess that the problem had me most concerned.

Fortunately, Charlotte had the answer. 'Don't worry, boys, I know how to clean the rug so well that no-one will ever know that you spunked onto it. I'll rub in some of Doctor Watkins' cough medicine!'

'A cough medicine, that's odd,' I said. 'Yes, but it works wonders. Alice showed me how to take the sperm and cunney juice stains out of her sheets after a good bout of fucking with young Pelham,' said Charlotte with an infectious little giggle. 'Mama gave me some of that stuff when I had a cough last year,' said Terence. 'I'll never ever swallow another mouthful!' 'Oh, I wouldn't worry, Master Terence. Old Giddens the gardener puts some on his roses-and they won a prize at the village fete last week.' We collapsed with laughter. Charlotte unbuttoned her blouse and showed us her curvey breasts. Plump and white they were, tipped by rose-red little stalks that I tweaked and rubbed against my palms. Alas, we were interrupted by the noise of a carriage drawing up outside for otherwise I am sure that Charlotte and Terence would both have crossed the Rubicon that morning, but as matters stood, both had to wait a little longer before ridding themselves of their virginity. I was to see both Charlotte and Alice regularly over the next few days. I was certain that they had confessed of their sexual exploits with Terence and myself though nothing took place of a sensuous nature until the beginning of the following week, despite some provocative lip-smacking by Alice when she passed by me in the house. This often caused my cock to swell straight up and made my cheeks crimson with embarrassment. After all, at fourteen years of age, how was I to know the delights that a young stiff prick could afford a lustful young lass like Alice? So, for a week, I sat in my bedroom, tossing myself off as I daydreamed of Charlotte's pert breasts and Alice's juicy cunney. But after the riches of genuine fucking, self-stimulation was but a poor substitute. Matters came to a head after I decided to send Alice a love-letter. I first thought of writing some verses myself but truth to tell, I am no poet. Terence offered some verses which I copied down: How oft I've sworn to Alice dear, The world no sight can show, To match her locks, her lips divine, Her bosom's hills of snow. But oh! I find myself forsworn, Two lips I have beheld; Still lovelier, on this happy morn, A mount that those excell'd!

Her bosom boasts no swell so fair No tints that these eclipse; Her head has no such auburn hair, Nor such enchanting lips! Yes, I've beheld the mossy mount, Where all the graces centre; I've seen the rosy nectar'd cunt, Where he she fucks will enter! 'Terence, you are a genius!' I said warmly. 'If this works, I shall entreat Alice to let you fuck her as well.' 'That's kind of you, old boy,' said Terence. 'Let's see if it works. Gad, though, what about fucking both Alice and Charlotte together in a whoresome foursome!' What a splendid idea. I thought as I sat down and composed a covering letter to go with the poem. I wrote: Dear Alice, I dedicate this piece of verse to you. It is sent with my heartfelt thanks to you for initiating me into the mysteries and joys of coition. I think long and hard about that glorious romp and since then my desire for you has been ever heightened. Do let us enjoy ourselves again before I go back to school. With gratitude and affection, Teddy Parsifal After checking that the coast was clear, I placed the note and verse in an envelope which I slid under the door of her room later that day. My parents and I dined at our friends, Lord Gordon and Lady McChesney, so I had no opportunity to see Alice until after breakfast the next day. I was sitting in the study reading what appeared to be a geography textbook (but I had pages from The Pearl pasted inside the volume!) when Alice suddenly breezed in, ostensibly to dust the room. As she dusted she came close to me and whispered that she loved my letter but that she could not read very well and so Charlotte had read my poem to her! I must have looked somewhat shocked for she added that Charlotte could be trusted implicitly and indeed would not be averse to taking part in a little romp that afternoon-especially if 'that handsome young Master Terence would come along'. We arranged to meet at two o'clock, in the old barn that stood, disused for some years, in Farmer Phillips' field, adjacent to our own grounds. I knew that Terence was more than keen to take part in a most wondrous and joyful new experience. How time stood still as we impatiently counted the very minutes until two thirty!

At two thirty four Terence said gloomily: I bet they won't come.

She was having you on, Teddy. They have made monkeys of us both.'

'What sort of monkeys, Master Terry?' broke in a female voice from the entrance. It was Charlotte who asked the question, and to our delight we saw that she was not alone. Alice was with her, carrying a couple of blankets across her arms. 'You are monkeys,' chided Alice. 'Did you really think that I would tease you about such a serious matter as fucking? Shame on you both.' We apologised profusely and we helped Alice spread the two blankets on the ground.

'Oh damnation, I've forgotten the pillows,' said Alice. 'I'll have to go back to the house and get them.' 'Don't worry on our account,' said Terence, but Alice insisted that we needed pillows 'for our heads and our bums' and that it was foolish to spoil the ship for a ha'porth of tar. 'Charlotte can begin the game,' she said, as she turned to trudge back to the house. 'I just hope you two young sparks won't spunk off too much whilst I'm gone. I'm looking to a good fuck just as much as you are!' To put Charlotte at ease, I decided to take no part in the introductory fondling and petting.