Anonymous - The Oyster Volume VI

Sally must have sensed my anxiety for she gave a chuckle and said: 'No, no, don't worry, Mister Andrew, neither my friend Chrissie nor I are up the spout. Actually, the problem is to do with Peter, Chrissie's boy-friend. Not to put too fine a point to it, he's been having some trouble with his cock.'

For a moment or two I stared at Sally as she began coolly to button up her dress. This had to be a wild coincidence, for surely it was impossible that the girl should have any inkling that I was suffering from a possibly similar complaint which had led me to consult Doctor Elstree in Harley Street. Nevertheless, I gave her a long hard look as I remarked: is he now, poor chap? What's the trouble with him? Can't he get it up?'

Sally shook her head. 'Not exactly, it's what happens afterwards which is causing all the trouble. As soon as he sticks his prick in Chrissie's cunt, he shoots his load.

'She said to me: “It's so terribly frustrating for both of us but I just don't know what can be done about it.” Now, Chrissie is one of my closest friends so I wasn't offended at all when last week she asked me if I would let Peter fuck me and see whether a fresh pussey would help him.'

I couldn't help but give a chuckle as I remarked: 'Goodness me, I've heard of share and share alike but isn't that taking things a bit far?'

'Well, I don't think so,' she said defensively, if it was all right with Chrissie, it was all right with me. And I don't mind admitting to you that I quite liked the idea because Chrissie had told me that Peter had always been a sensitive lover till his prick started to play up.

'Anyhow, he too was keen on the idea when we suggested it to him, so last Friday night he took me out for a drink and then we went back to my place. My Mum and Dad were already asleep upstairs so we went into the sitting room where we quickly locked ourselves in a passionate embrace on the sofa. Chrissie was right about Peter being a sensitive lover: a lovely warm glow ran through me as we exchanged tender searching kisses whilst his hands strayed to my breasts which he gently caressed whilst I ran my fingers through his shiny brown hair. I was soon so aroused that, when his hand dropped down to rub my pussey, I responded by squeezing the bulge in Peter's lap, whispering to him that he should help me undress as I prefer to make love in the nude.

'He didn't have to be asked twice! After he had unbuttoned my blouse and unhooked my skirt, he tore off his shirt and trousers. Whilst he whipped off my knickers, I could see the tip of his uncapped helmet sticking up under the waistband of his underpants. I could feel my pussey getting wetter and wetter as I sank to my knees and tugged down Peter's pants. His thick cock sprang free and I leaned forward to kiss his knob as I took hold of his hot, throbbing shaft in my hands.'

Sally paused for breath and gratefully accepted my offer of a sip of tea whilst I took the opportunity to observe that so far she had said nothing about Peter that would given any cause for concern.

'Ah, but wait a moment, Mister Andrew,' she exclaimed warmly. 'By now I could hardly wait to feel Peters prick slide between my pussey lips and pound its way into my cunt. So I lay on my back and opened my legs as Peter climbed on top of me. I closed my eyes in blissful anticipation of a delicious fuck-but then I heard Peter choke out a strangled cry of distress. I opened my eyes and saw the poor dear furiously rubbing his previously rampant rod which was now dangling uselessly between his thighs.

'“Relax, Peter, you're just too eager,” I said soothingly and grasped hold of his soft shaft. I slid it up and down inside the cleft between my breasts, thickening up his tool again almost immediately. It looked as if all now would be well, but as soon as I released his prick, it began to deflate back into limpness.'

'Dear, oh dear,' I sympathized as my own cock, which had begun to swell up whilst Sally was recounting her story, now also began to lose some of its stiffness. 'Presumably you tried again to keep Peter's prick hard.'

'Yes, of course I did,' sighed Sally, 'although at first he couldn't even raise a smile. But after I sucked his cock and stuck my little finger up his bum, Peter finally succeeded in maintaining a stand and he fucked me as best as he could. I did enjoy the feel of his thick stiffie sliding in and out of my juicy quim, but I don't think his prick was inside me more than half a minute before he spent. I had to finish myself off by diddling my pussey with my fingers.

'Peter apologized to me as we dressed ourselves. I could see how ashamed he was about cumming so quickly so I tried to put him at ease. However, he could not be consoled. When he left to go home, I watched him walk down the path with his head bowed and looking very miserable indeed.

'So there we are, Mister Andrew-Chrissie and I just hope that you can suggest something that Peter can do about his upsetting condition.'

I stroked my chin thoughtfully as I considered this unfortunate young man's problem. He couldn't afford a visit to Doctor Elstree and whilst I am normally loath to proffer advice on such delicate subjects, I ventured: 'Well, let's get one thing clear, Sally. Neither you nor Chrissie should take this apparent rebuff to your pussies personally. From what you say, Peter is genuinely distressed by his condition and I do know that it is not uncommon and almost always passes away very quickly.'

Then I repeated the gist of what I had heard Doctor Elstree say to his partner when we had played a foursome on the course at his golf club. This gentleman had complained to him that his nephew was suffering from a problem similar to that which had afflicted Peter.

'Premature ejaculation is sometimes caused by over-anxiety,' I went on. 'A chap who is worried about his technique might shoot off too quickly because subconsciously he might believe that this will prevent him from revealing his lack of experience.'

'H'm, I see what you mean, but I doubt if that would apply to Peter,' Sally commented. 'He fucked his first girl when he was only fifteen.'

'Yes, you're probably right,' I nodded. 'And it's more likely that he has another common anxiety which dates back to when he was a boy and first began tossing off. He might have taught himself to come quickly to lessen the chances of being found out and now finds it difficult to change. If Chrissie wants to help him, tell her to try the girl-on-top position because that usually delays the man's climax. Then, when he is about to spend, she should roll off and wait till he gains control before impaling herself on his shaft again to complete the fuck.

'But whatever the reason, this kind of problem feeds upon itself. All Peter needs is time to rebuild his confidence. I'm certain that in due course his cock will make a complete recovery.'

'Thank you, Mister Andrew,' said Sally gratefully, 'I'll tell Chrissie what you say and let you know how she and Peter get on.'

'Please do,' I said. Then, hearing sounds coming from the direction of the kitchen, I said to Sally: 'Mrs. Pelgram has arrived. Would you tell her to prepare some beef tea for Mister Teddy and I'll go into his room to see how he is getting on.'

Well, I am pleased to record that the intensive nursing combined with Professor Mulliken's aspirin tablets helped Teddy shake off his feverish chill by the next morning. By Friday morning he was fighting fit again, straining on the leash to accompany me to Oxfordshire where Katie Judson and her friends were eagerly awaiting our arrival.

Katie Judson had sent back a telegram to me, stating that she would meet Teddy and myself at Woodstock Station. Sally woke the pair of us up in good time to catch the mid-morning train from Marylebone Station. Mrs. Pelgram served an excellent breakfast and, his appetite now fully restored, Teddy joined me in wolfing down a large plate of bacon, eggs and saute potatoes and lashings of hot buttered toast, all washed down with cups of hot, strong tea.