Anonymous - The Oyster Volume VI

However, I found the position a trifle uncomfortable and I slid slowly down the wall as she released me from the scissor-like hold in which she had held my frame between her legs. By chance there happened to be a pile of huckaback towels on the floor and I pulled one out to slip under my bottom as Mrs. Robertson straddled me and lowered herself onto me, holding my straining shaft lightly in her hand as it slowly disappeared into her dripping shaft.

The raunchy lady settled herself and then, sitting bolt upright, arched her back so that her big jouncy titties jutted out proudly. She purred with pleasure as I reached up and squeezed them in my hands. Then, putting both hands behind her neck, she shook her head, tossing free her dark mane of hair before taking her weight on her hands. She kissed me wetly on the lips, moving her body upwards so that she was almost clear of my glistening cock.

However, she soon lowered herself again onto my throbbing tool. Now it was my turn to gasp with delight when her puffy pussey lips brushed the mushroom dome of my helmet as she slipped her luscious love funnel down the stiffstanding length of my shaft.

'Oh yes!' I panted as the slick, warm walls of her cunney closed tightly around my swollen lust truncheon. I quickly shunted my shaft up and down in swift, short jabs which brought us both to the very brink of ecstasy as I increased the pace to a near-frenzied speed. At every thrust downwards, Mrs. Robertson's plump backside smacked against the top of my thighs and her juicy quim seemed to tighten its fleshy grip all the more, as if a suction pump had been applied to the bell-end of my rampant todger.

Suddenly the massaging muscles of her juicy cunney tightened about me in a long, rippling seizure which ran from the base of my cock to the very tip of my knob. This clutching spasm sent me to lust's Elysium: a torrent of spunk burst out of my cockend and creamed the inner crannies of her emit. Gush after gush of milky jism jetted out of my knob, spurting deep up inside her. She cried out in joy as she achieved a glorious climax.

We shouted our ecstasy together in a delirium of delight. As I continued to pump upwards, Mrs. Robertson ground her pussey against my groin while she surrendered to the pleasures of her spend. She crushed her breasts against my chest as my fingers dug into the fleshy cheeks of her generous backside, pulling her forwards against me.

When the exquisite sensations finally subsided I pulled her off my cock and reached down into her sopping sheath, dipping my little finger in our mingled love juices. Then I rubbed the pungent wetness over her succulent breasts, anointing her titties with our cum whilst we recovered our composure after the spirited if unexpected coupling.

Then I recalled the original purpose of my visit. So I hauled myself to my feet and searched for my drawers as I said jokingly: 'Well now, after such wonderful service, you can be sure that my future patronage is assured. But I must be going now, Mrs. Robertson, because my poor friend is waiting anxiously for his aspirin tablets.'

She nodded her head, then grasped hold of my cock and gave it a fervent kiss. 'Yes, of course, I quite understand, sir. But if you would like to return here tonight just before we close at seven o'clock, I'll give you a sucking-off you won't forget in a hurry.'

This was a tempting invitation indeed. But I hedged about giving Mrs. Robertson an outright acceptance as I felt it would put me under an obligation to form an on-going relationship into which I had no desire to enter. So I grinned: 'I'll do my best to come back for that sounds too good to miss. But I believe I have to see some relations who live in Belgravia this evening so if I'm not here by seven, don't wait for me.'

Let me hasten to add that my reluctance was not on the grounds of involvement with a woman of a lower social class-if nothing else, my previous liaisons will bear this out-but because I have always steered clear of any attachments with married ladies. I have seen several chaps find themselves in the most devilishly awkward situations through their injudicious poking of other men's wives. Furthermore, in this case Mrs. Robertson's other half might at the time have been incarcerated in Wormwood Scrubs, but with remission for good conduct, he could well have been released even earlier than the following February.

Nevertheless, I had no wish to hurt her feelings, so I added: if I don't turn up tonight, you won't see me for a while as Mr. Carmichael and I are going to the country on Friday for a few days. But I'll contact you when we come back to town next week.

'Now before I go, I must pay you,' I concluded. She looked at me in horror but burst out laughing when I quickly added: 'For the aspirins and the Vaseline, you naughty thing. What else did you think I had in mind?'

I walked briskly back to the house and after Sally took my coat, I handed her the bottle of aspirin. I asked her how Teddy was feeling. 'He dozed off a few minutes ago,' she replied and I said: 'Good, let's hope he can sleep off his cold. Now it's a shame to have to disturb him, but he must take two of the pills every six hours. So in about an hour we'll wake him up. Then I want you to make Mister Teddy a hot cup of tea and I'll bring him a glass of water and make sure he takes two of these tablets.'

The salacious little minx looked at me slyly and answered: 'Very good, Mister Andrew, and shall I bring you a cup of tea as well? You look a bit tired, if you don't mind me saying so. Did you run all the way to and from the chemist's shop?'

'Er, yes I did,' I fibbed, but this only caused the impudent girl to break into a fit of giggles. 'Did you really?' she said with obvious disbelief. 'Well, you must have taken the scenic route because it's taken you ever such a long time. Why don't you go and lie down on your bed for a rest? After I've finished my chores we can finish what we didn't really start this morning because of Mister Teddy's illness. Then I'd be grateful if you could give me some advice that I could pass onto one of my girlfriends who has a worrying problem regarding her boyfriend.'

I looked at the cheeky girl and gave a heartfelt sigh as Doctor Elstree's admonition to abstain from rumpy-pumpy for a few days flitted across my mind. I had already disregarded his advice by shagging Mrs. Robertson and once I let Sally within sucking distance of my cock I knew full well that I would be unable to resist her advances. However, the idea of a cup of tea did appeal to me, so I resolved not to disobey Doctor Elstree's advice again even as I agreed to Sally's suggestion and walked through to my room where I threw myself down on the bed and awaited her imminent arrival.

Ten minutes later she knocked on my door. As soon as she had closed it behind her, she brazenly began to undress until I held up my hand and said: 'No, don't do that, my dear, I really don't feel all that well myself. I'd prefer to fuck you tomorrow morning rather than now. Did you know that I'm going to the country on Friday. I just hope I'm not coming down with the malady which has laid poor Mister Teddy so low.'

To my great relief, Sally accepted this excuse although she was clearly disappointed whenever I refused her offer to suck me off. 'You could just lie there and rest while I give you a nice gobble,' she pleaded. But I was worried that this would over-tire my cock after the fine fuck with Mrs. Robertson so, heaving myself up off the bed, I said: 'No, it's very kind of you, m'dear, but I think it would be best to wait till tomorrow. Now, what's this problem your friend has been having with her young man?

'Nothing too serious, I hope,' I added, concerned that the friend might be Sally herself, for using the cover of a nonexistent chum was often the way a girl with a bun in the oven first broached her plight.