Anonymous - The Oyster Volume VI

She used both her hands to hold his huge cock which was truly of an awesome girth. Her own elongated nipples appeared to jut out even more stiffly as her eager companion caressed each of her jiggling breasts in turn.

To the rhythm of the soulful music, they moved towards the side of the stage. Juliette placed herself with her back against the wall and a wide smile lit up Leon's boyish features when she opened her legs and pulled his thick prick towards the waiting wet haven of her cunney, easing the purple knob between her pouting pussey lips and drawing it in inch by inch until their pubic muffs were matted together.

It occurred to me that his colossal cock might cause the slimly built girl some discomfort. But Juliette showed no signs of unease when Leon began fucking her with powerful strokes of his enormous todger. Indeed, she urged him on by throwing her arms around his neck, clasping her legs together around his waist to force even more of his huge prick inside her snatch.

Antonio and I were not the only spectators to be excited by this grand exhibition and behind me I heard a familiar fruity voice declare: 'Go on, you lucky lad! Crash your cock into her juicy cunt and rattle your balls against her bum!'

I turned my head and smiled when I saw that this encouraging comment had come from none other than Lord Philip Pelham, standing against a pillar with a tall fluted glass of champagne in his hand. However, I was more interested in what was happening on the stage where Leon had now increased the pace of the poke, sliding his tool to and fro faster and faster whilst Juliette threshed wildly from side to side, panting with passion as she clung to him, humping the lower half of her body upwards to meet the violent pounding of her lover's rampant red rod.

Leon bore down on her one final time, his youthful torso now shining with perspiration. Then his body tensed and he slammed his shaft into her, jetting his emission inside her juicy cunt as Juliette squeezed her thighs tightly around him. She did not release her grip until she had milked every drop of sticky seed from his spurting length.

A mighty roar of applause broke out as the couple disengaged themselves and slipped on red silk robes before taking a well-deserved bow to a standing ovation. Lord Philip Pelham went round the tables with a small china bowl to make a silver collection which he then presented to the artistes as they left the stage.

After the lights came up, Philip strolled over to our table. As he was chatting to Antonio, I plucked at his sleeve and pointed to a small group of men clustered around a thick-set older gentleman-whose face seemed curiously familiar-as they hurried past our table on their way to the exit. My eyebrows shot up and I turned to Philip and said: 'Am I suffering from an hallucination or did I just see-'

'Yes, you did,' he confirmed with a chuckle, it was no mirage, that portly chap with a neat grey beard is our sovereign lord, His Majesty Edward VII. I'm surprised you haven't seen the king in here before. He often comes to the Jim Jam with some friends to see a risque cabaret. Now unless I'm very much mistaken, His Majesty has gone upstairs to a private room for an assignment with Mademoiselle Juliette or one of his favourite girls from Mrs. Sylvano's establishment across the street.'

'Actually, I think that old Tum-Tum has the right idea,' added Philip, rubbing his hands together. 'Now, I've booked a private room for myself upstairs tonight and you gentlemen are very welcome to join me. Antonio, I've also arranged for two chorus girls whom Andrew met yesterday to meet me there for a late-night supper and it'll be no problem finding a third girl to join the party.'

Antonio looked at me questioningly but I shook my head and said: 'That's very kind of you, Philip, but I must have an early night.' Then I turned to Antonio and said: 'However, don't let me stop you, mi amigo. Becky and Claire are two very jolly girls and you'll have a fine time. Thank you again for a lovely dinner and don't forget to contact me when you next come to London.'

On that note I parted from my friends and took a taxi back home to Kendal Street. To my surprise Teddy Carmichael had not yet gone to bed but was sitting in the lounge in his dressing gown and pyjamas, leafing through the pages of a magazine.

'Are you all right, Teddy? I thought you would be fast asleep by now after such an exhausting day,' I remarked. He looked up and answered: 'Yes, so did I. Truth to tell, Andrew, I'm feeling rather wretched but I simply can't get to sleep.'

'Oh dear, I hope you're not coming down with a chill,' I said whilst I unravelled my bow tie. 'Go to bed, old boy, perhaps you'll be able to doze off now. It's a shame we can't telephone Mrs. Dashwood to visit you because half an hour with her would put you in the Land of Nod!'

He gave a wan smile and wished me good night as I walked through to my bedroom. I finished undressing and, after washing my hands and face, I slumped into bed and fell fast asleep.

Sally woke me up as usual the next day. But instead of diving under the cover for a quick fuck, she stood at the side of the bed with a worried expression on her face and informed me that Teddy had looked very poorly when she brought him in his early morning cup of tea.

I pulled back the eiderdown and swung myself our of bed as I sighed: 'Oh dear, he wasn't feeling too well last night. I'll go and see if there's anything I can do for him.'

Well, one look at his flushed face was enough to see that he was feverish. I said: 'Right, you stay there and try to rest. After I've dressed myself, I'll telephone Jonathan Elstree and ask him if he will come round and see you.'

'Thanks, Andrew, I'm so sorry to be such a nuisance,' he wheezed whilst I drew his curtains and said heartily: 'Don't be silly, old boy, it's no trouble. Anyhow, it's in my interest to have you fighting fit for the weekend with Katie Judson and her pals.'

Luckily, Doctor Elstree lived less than a mile away in Gloucester Place and agreed to see Teddy before his first appointment in Harley Street. As I expected, after examining him, the good doctor announced that Teddy was running a temperature of just over 100 degrees. He went on: 'I don't think he's contracted influenza but he still has a nasty summer chill. But if he stays in bed, has plenty of hot drinks and doses himself up with these new aspirin tablets, he should be able to shake it off pretty quickly.'

I looked in the bathroom medicine chest and found it to be empty. Doctor Elstree said: 'Ah, that's a pity, because this sort of fever should be treated as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, I don't have any aspirin in my bag.'

'Blast! None of the pharmacies around here open till ten o'clock,' I muttered but he said: 'No, Andrew, haven't you noticed that Nugent's have opened up a branch round the comer in Edgeware Road? Their shops open at eight-thirty so you can go there now and buy the aspirin for Teddy.

'And while you're there you should also purchase half a dozen tubes of Vaseline,' he added with a low chuckle.

'Why should we do that?' I enquired. He promptly replied: 'Because it's a product which you and Teddy always need to keep in stock if I'm any judge of character. Come on, Andrew, put on your jacket and I'll show you where this new pharmacy has opened up.'

'Thank you very much, doctor,' I said gratefully. But when I arrived at the shop I found a Closed sign on the door although the lights had been switched on and when I peered through the window I could see a pair of long silk-stockinged legs and a shapely bottom sticking out from underneath one of the cabinets.

I knocked on the door and a buxom lady in her mid-thirties scrambled up from the floor. She walked up to the door which she opened, saying apologetically: 'I'm so sorry, sir, but I'm afraid we're shut. For some reason, our chemist hasn't arrived yet. I'm only an assistant and not allowed to sell medicines so I've closed up to do some stocktaking until Mr. Home arrives.'