Anonymous - The Oyster, Volume IV

Haines made their way to Flat Three whilst we went next door to Flat Four. We soon found ourselves on the Chesterfield sofa engaged in a most passionate embrace, and I was pleased to feel Johnny's hands move downwards, stroking my thigh from my knee to my bum. I felt him slip his hand under my skirt and shivered with anticipation as I felt his fingers on the bare skin above my stockings. His hand inserted itself between my thighs and then his fingers worked themselves into the leg of my knickers and began to torment the wet lips of my cunney.

I endeavoured to assist him find the quickest way home, so I wriggled my little bottom and was delighted to feel his fingers penetrate me.

But then, to my alarm, J felt the dear lad's body stiffen and, though still keeping his fingers in my fanny, he suddenly groaned: 'Oh, Jenny, I feel rather unwell, I really do.' 'What is the matter with you?' I asked anxiously. 'Where does it hurt?' 'It's my belly,' he replied between clenched teeth. 'I really do have a most piercing ache in the pit of my stomach.' And then he withdrew his hand from its nesting-place between my legs, rolled off the sofa and doubled up in obvious pain upon the carpet. I cried out: 'Poor Johnny, we must get you a doctor. Have you a telephone installed in the apartment? You have one? Good. Now, is your doctor on the phone?

Yes? I will ring him straightaway.' Johnny was a patient of Doctor Tong of Welbeck Street who I had met socially at dinner parties, so at least the learned gentleman would know who was speaking at the other end of the apparatus. Fortunately the good doctor was at home-I was later to find out that he was in the middle of fucking the beautiful young daughter of Lady Bracknell, which made his decision to come round immediately even more meritorious. I made Johnny lie down on the sofa and tried to make him as comfortable as possible when there was a loud knock on the front door. 'Who is there?' I called out,* for Doctor Tong could not possibly have arrived so quickly.

'It's David Haines here,' said an equally anxious voice from the hallway. 'I'm sorry to disturb you, but I'm worried about Miss Terry.

She has been violently sick and is in great pain.' I opened the door and saw the handsome young actor was in a state of some distress.

'That's strange,' I said, 'for my friend Lieutenant Lynch has been similarly affected. But look, I've sent for his doctor who I am sure will be pleased to treat Miss Terry as well.' 'Oh, how clever of you,' he said. 'I will tell Miss Terry and await the visit of the doctor. I don't know much about these matters, but I would guess that they are suffering from food poisoning.' 'You could be right as they both partook of a lobster salad at Sir James Salter's reception at the theatre.' 'Yes, of course, I thought I saw you there, Miss Everleigh. Well, I didn't have anything to eat except a few nuts as Ellen, that is, Miss Terry and I had eaten a light supper before the play. But she cannot resist lobster so she accepted a small portion.'

'So did Johnny, although we too had taken a light supper at Ajao's smart little cafe in Covent Garden,' I sighed. 'I suppose it serves them right really for being greedy. But I do hope your doctor arrives soon as Miss Terry is feeling very unwell. I had better go back and comfort her,' said the good-looking young man. 'Perhaps you would call me when the doctor is free to examine Miss Terry.'

Doctor Tong arrived about five minutes later and examined the two patients. 'They are both suffering from a bad case of lobster poisoning,' he commented, 'and although there is no danger to life, I would suggest that both Lieutenant Lynch and Miss Terry rest as peacefully as they can until the offending food has passed through their systems. 'I have given both of them sleeping draughts and they should now sleep soundly for at least three hours. Whenever either of the patients wakes up, give them some weak tea or barley water, but on no account give them anything to eat,' he told Mr.

Haines and myself, for we both volunteered to nurse our respective patients back to health. 'Very well, then, now may I present you with my bill for five guineas,' said Doctor Tong calmly. 'I presume Lieutenant Lynch, as primary patient, will settle the account?' I thought to myself that poor Johnny, who was almost always broke, would be quite distraught at having to find such a large sum from his already strained bank account. Then a thought struck me and I put my hand on the Doctor's arm and whispered: 'Couldn't we settle the account in kind?' 'Whatever do you mean?' he said. I let my hand fall suggestively to the front of his trousers and rubbed my palm on the rubbery rod that I felt twitch noticeably under my touch.

'I do not fuck for money,' I hastened to add. 'But I would be pleased to let you view my superb feminine charms in all their glorious nudity, and if you like, I will relieve any tensions by a special French massage.' Doctor Tong's eyes brightened as he said: 'In the name of medical science I will accept your offer, as I have never been given a French massage and I think it best that I try one for myself as it might prove a valuable tool in the alleviation of certain mental and physical troubles.' 'Will you excuse us for a few minutes, David?' I said to Mr. Haines. 'Of course, Jenny, I will be in Miss Terry's rooms and I will make you a cup of tea if you will join me there later,' said the considerate young man, taking his leave of us. I turned to Doctor Tong and said: 'Just sit down on the Chesterfield, Doctor, and relax. To entertain you I shall give my impression of the pose plastique as performed by Miss Norma Blakeley at the Jim Jam Club, Great Windmill Street every night at nine o'clock.' 'I have an even better idea,' said Doctor Tong. 'I will play the piano to accompany your performance.' He sat down at the piano and began to play softly a lovely Chopin Polonaise. I undressed to the sound of music until I was nude except for my chemise. Doctor Tong quickened the tempo as I shrugged off the chemise to stand quite naked in front of the mirror. At this juncture, I must confess that I could not help but admire my body. Well, why not, Mr. Editor? I make no apologies for my behaviour, for have I not always held that false modesty is as foolish as overweening pride? Surely there cannot be any readers who would disagree with my philosophy? Therefore I shall not disguise in the slightest my approval of my own unblemished skin or my swelling, firm breasts, each looking a little away from the other, each perfectly round and tapering in luscious curves until they came to two ruby points set in pink aureoles. My belly, too, was as white as snow and gleamed under the electric light-Johnny Lynch believed in obtaining all the conveniences of modern life-and I smoothed my hands over its broad yet flat expanse, dimpled as it was with a sweet little navel, like a perfect plain of snow which appeared the more dazzling from the curly locks of silky blonde hair which formed a golden triangle around my pussey. I stood on tip-toe and swivelled round to face Doctor Tong, opening my legs a little to give him fair view of my demure little crack, complete with its pouting lips. I moved towards him and slid my hand down to the lump in his crotch and closed my fingers around the solid stiffness of his erection. To protect the material of his trousers, I opened his fly buttons and out sprang his bursting stalk which was quite small, being only some five inches long, but beautifully formed and well ornamented by a pair of tight-looking little balls. As I have written in previous missives, a small prick poses no problems for me. Indeed, I think that I prefer them to monster weapons, for smaller pegos are more manoeuvrable when thrusting into a hot, slippery cunney. As my Australian cousin, Joanna Clarke, says: 'It's not the size of the waves that count, but the motion of the ocean!' By now the randy doctor was breathing heavily, so I reached out and stroked his throbbing rod. I giggled as it twitched violently in my hand and I said: 'I know you would like to spend though we haven't too much time for preliminaries. However, if you like the idea, I will let you spend over my titties.' Doctor Tong nodded his approval as I gently took hold of his blue-veined shaft and briskly rubbed my hand up and down from his balls to his knob. I knelt down and with the other hand took my already erect nipples between my fingers and coaxed them up further so they began to resemble two miniature red stalks. 'Come on now, doctor, I want you to soak my bubbies with your love juice,' I urged him as I wrapped my hand tightly around his prick and felt his ultimate pleasure approaching fast. He gasped with delight as he let fly great fountains of frothy spunk which sprayed a white necklace across my globes. I leaned further forward to rub his jerking cock between the valley of my breasts, smearing the sperm all round my saucer-shaped aureoles. I squeezed my breasts together and stuffed his still stiff shaft into my cleavage, and he cried out in ecstasy as he spurted the remnants of his spunk onto my chin. 'Thank you for coming so quickly, Doctor,' I muttered as he lay back on the Chesterfield, quite exhausted from this somewhat hurried sexual exercise. 'What a splendid little how-do-you-do,' he said, heaving himself up as he adjusted his clothing. 'I must thank you most sincerely for a most invigorating tonic, which I only wish I could prescribe for my patients.' I slipped on Johnny's bathrobe and replied: 'It was my pleasure to administer the treatment, Doctor Tong, though I trust you will be as discreet as I about the elixir involved.' 'Dear Jenny, my Hippocratic oath assures you of my total discretion,' he promised, tearing up the bill he had previously made out. Stuffing the pieces of paper into his pocket, he made his way to the door. 'May I wish you a very good night and express the hope that we may soon meet again.' After he had left the apartment I popped in to check that Johnny was still safe in the arms of Morpheus. He looked so sweet, lying there with his eyes closed and mouth slightly open, that I was tempted to wake my sleeping beauty with a kiss. But it would be foolish not to follow the strict instructions of Doctor Tong and so, without disturbing him further, I left John sleeping soundly as I closed the door quietly behind me.