Anonymous: The Oyster Volume VI

The boy found his voice and he said: 'Oh, you have my word of honour that my lips will be sealed, Miss Geraldine.'

Gerry grinned at me and then chuckled openly at his discomfiture as she said as bold as brass: 'Good lad, that's all I need to know. But you must answer one more question-am I correct in thinking that this is the first time you have ever clapped eyes on the nude female body?'

Christopher lifted his head to steal a quick gaze at the fluffy triangle of flaxen hair between Gerry's thighs as he replied in a hoarse croak: 'You're right, I've never seen any girl in the nude before.'

To my surprise she said delightedly: 'So it must follow that you are still virgo intacto. Don't be embarrassed, I'll wager there aren't many boys of your age who have crossed the Rubicon. But I know from my own experience how tiresome it is to be a virgin even at your tender age, especially when you are physically ready to enjoy your first fuck. You are physically ready for sexual initiation, I presume?'

Christopher's eyes lit up and he said excitedly: 'I should say I am, Miss Geraldine! Why, I've been more than ready for a long time!'

'Have you now?' she continued with a lusty look in her eyes. 'Well, my young feller-me-lad, it would be best if you stripped off and let me see for myself whether this is so. There's no need to be shy, my dear- Molly and I have already exhibited our naked charms to you so now it's your turn to show us what you have to offer!

She need not have bothered to encourage him because Christopher instantly whipped off his vest and pulled down his shorts to exhibit a thick cock which appeared to me to be surprisingly big for a lad of his age. Gerry reached out and clasped his prick which swelled up to a state of throbbing erection against his flat belly as she fisted her hand up and down the blue-veined shaft.

'Hasn't Christopher been lucky to be blessed with such a thick prick, Molly? 'she said to me. But I shrugged my shoulders and said: 'I suppose so but, to be quite candid, I haven't the slightest interest in cocks of any shape or size.'

Gerry looked at me in great astonishment. 'Well, it's entirely up to you, of course, but I do think you're missing out on a great deal of fun if the sight of a juicy big todger doesn't make you feel even a tiny bit randy. You really should try one out, darling, there's a lot to be said for being fucked by a real prick as opposed to even the wickedest tongue or fingers.'

She turned to Christopher and said: 'This is one of the nicest cocks I've ever handled. Master Lewis-Tucker. I can't believe that all the local lasses would let such a splendid shaft go to waste. Are you absolutely sure it has never been inserted inside a cunney before?'

Christopher shook his head and answered in a voice cracking with emotion: 'No, it never has, though not from want of trying. But the only time I ever came close was when I had a snog after my birthday party with our kitchen-maid who let me play with her pussey whilst she tossed me off!

'And it has had to be satisfied with the ministrations of Mother Thumb and her four daughters? 'enquired my sweet cousin with a lascivious grin as she continued to slide her hand slowly up and down his pulsating pole. 'Well, see how you like this, young man.'

Gerry sank to her knees and delicately licked all round the ridge of his uncapped helmet before jamming her luscious lips over the mushroom dome and lashing her tongue around his rigid rod. She sucked at least half of Christopher's exceptionally thick cock into her mouth whilst her hands played with his dangling balls.

Then she began to gobble him in earnest, drawing her hot wet tongue from the base of his throbbing tool right up to the tiny 'eye' on his gleaming bell-end. He clutched at her hair and shuddered all over: Gerry only had time to swish her tongue over his knob one more time before the coup de grace and Christopher expelled a stream of frothy jism into her mouth which she gulped down whilst she gently squeezed his balls to milk his virgin cock of every drop of sticky seed.

Unfortunately for the eager boy, Gerry had no time to continue this lewd playfulness because we had promised to attend an evening reception at Southard Lodge which my Uncle Lionel and Aunt Rosina had planned for our neighbours and to which Christopher's parents had been invited. And here I must confess that I was slightly miffed when Gerry arranged to meet Christopher at this secluded spot in three days' time when she would complete his first practical lesson in fucking.

Anyhow, enough of such rudery-let me now tell you of the wonderful excursion we made yesterday to Glengariff which must be the most beautiful area in the whole of Ireland. It is set in a deep Alpine valley seldom exceeding a quarter of a mile in breadth and of about three miles in length enclosed by precipitous hills.

At this point I folded the letter and stuffed it back inside the envelope, for to be honest I was far less interested in the beauties of South-west Ireland than in Lady Molly Southard's escapades with her lusty young cousin! In any case, I had no time to read any more or I would be late for my meeting with Lord Philip Pelham whose pet hate is unpunctuality. 'L 'exactitude est la politesse des wis' he would say severely to any errant guests and I had no desire to receive a wigging from my chum.

But, more importantly, Lady Molly's uninhibited epistle had made me feel extremely raunchy and I could hardly wait to be acquainted with the two chorus girls my chum had invited to join us for a drive in his new motor car. I squinted out of the window and, seeing there was hardly a cloud in the sky, I decided to wear my best summer coat, a smart unlined Alpaca which Mr. Motkaievitch had made for me back in April. I made a mental note to send him a cheque at the end of the month because I don't believe in keeping a tailor waiting for more than six months to be paid.

I called out a goodbye to Sally and dashed out into Kendal Street where I hailed a passing taxi to take me to Lord Philip's luxurious apartment in Berkeley Square. Thankfully the traffic was relatively light and the driver was not held up for too long at Marble Arch so it was only ten thirty-five when I knocked on Phil's front door. He opened the door himself and clapped me on the shoulder.

'Morning, Andrew, isn't it a glorious day?' he said cheerfully as I followed him through the hall into his spacious living room. 'Come and have a glass of bubbly. I've just ordered Mutkin to bring a bottle out of the ice-box as the girls arrived only a moment ago and are taking their coats off in one of the bedrooms.'

'How disappointing! I had hoped they would be taking off more than that!' I observed. Phil chortled: 'Have patience, old boy, the day is young. Now take a pew, the girls will be in very shortly. They're both simply terrific fun and I've been wondering which one you will find the most attractive.

'I rather fancy Becky myself but I've no objection to pairing off with Claire instead because I know that you're a real sucker for blondes,' he added generously.

'Aren't we all?' I retorted and rose to my feet as the two girls swept into the room, followed by Mutkin bearing a tray with four glasses of chilled champagne.

Phil swiftly made the introductions and it was clear why he had been bowled over by Becky Fairweather's charms. She was a petite, well-rounded young lady with twinkly blue eyes and a saucy face with a small, slightly retrousse nose and full red lips. Not that Claire Blakemore was any less lovely! She was taller than her friend and her large brown eyes were set in soft, classical features whilst there were deep, natural waves in the long tresses of her shiny hair which reached down to her shoulders.

Mutkin stepped forward. I passed Claire a glass of champagne from his tray and said: 'Phil tells me that you and Becky are in the new revue at the Empire, Leicester Square. You must be jolly good dancers to have been chosen to play at the top music hall theatre in London. I'll wager there were twenty girls battling for every place in the line.'