Anonymous - The Oyster, Volume IV

I was about to cross the hallway to take up my neighbour's kind offer of a cup of tea, when I heard someone knocking gently on the front door. I opened it only to find David Haines standing there holding a silver tray complete with a pot of tea, a milk jug, a fruit cake and two cups and saucers. 'If the mountain will not come to Mahomet, then Mahomet must come to the mountain,' he grinned. 'May I come in, please, Miss Everleigh?' 'Of course you can, Mr.

Haines,' I said, welcoming him in. 'You have saved me a journey. Tell me, how is Miss Terry feeling?' 'Oh, she is deep in the land of Nod,' he said. 'Now, shall I pour the tea or would you prefer to do so?' We sipped our tea, which I found most refreshing, and we chatted away in a most amiable fashion. We were soon on forename terms and David told me how he entered the theatrical profession. His parents had owned a small hotel in the Midlands which was frequented by many players en route or returning from the capital city. David had been in charge of the restaurant and earned a high wage, 'but I had always wanted to act on the professional stage,' he explained. 'One evening I auditioned for a role in Mr. Peter Webb's travelling troupe of Shakespearean artistes. I was engaged to play minor roles at first, but I progressed until I won some fame in provincial theatres. My Laertes in Sevenoaks was much admired, whilst my Pistol was commented upon most favourably in Littlehampton and Penistone.' 'How appropriate,' I laughed gaily, 'and was Pistol's cock up?' 'Oh, yes, and flashing fire did follow,' he replied, remembering his lines from the Bard of Avon's Henry V. Yes, Mr. Editor, before you and the readers of your splendid magazine ask the question, I will admit to enjoying intercourse with the handsome young actor. We were attracted to each other, of course, and we had both been fired earlier that evening by the anticipation of a night of connubial bliss with our partners, joys that had apparently been dashed by Sir James Salter's noxious lobsters. However, I did try (though not overmuch!) to dissuade the dear lad as he slipped his arm around my waist and drew me close to him so that he could nibble my ear. 'We shouldn't really do this,' I said as he tenderly took me in his arms.

'Is this fair to Johnny Lynch or to Miss Terry?' 'Ah, Jenny, if you do give me a kiss, what will Lieutenant Lynch lose?' he whispered, inserting his hand between the folds of my robe and letting it rove up to caress my breasts. 'After all, a slice from a cut loaf is never missed as Ellen herself often tells me, for she does not live the life of a nun when we are working in different cities.' I could not help but giggle as our lips met and we eased ourselves down onto the rich pink Persian carpet which was almost as comfortable as a mattress. Slipping off his jacket, I began to unbutton his trousers.

Turning them down, my eager hands wandered under his shirt, feeling the firmness of the rounded contours of his buttocks whilst I did not fail to see his linen stand out in front. I lifted up the shirt to reveal a truly massive truncheon that stood up magnificently from the morass of dark hair around his pubic area. This was a truly prizewinning sapling at least three inches longer than Johnny's and far thicker than that of Doctor Tong's. I put out my hand to grasp this monster tool when I suddenly realised there was something else different about it. As I pulled my hand up and down the hot, smooth-skinned shaft, I realised that the fiery purple helmet was totally uncovered, yet there was no foreskin to pull back. My surprise must have registered on my face as David murmured: 'Dearest love, I hope my prick does not disturb you.' 'Oh, no,' I said reassuringly. 'I have seen several circumcised cocks in my time. They are quite pleasing to the eye and even more pleasant to the taste as there are no smelly parts with which to be concerned. Several high-ranking gentlemen have had their foreskins removed for one reason or another whilst, of course, Sir Moses Abrahams had his whisked off in early infancy.' 'Ah, yes, the Jews perform the operation eight days after birth. And in my case, the cut was made when I was but two and a half when I was diagnosed as suffering from a tight foreskin which caused me problems whilst relieving myself. The only bother since then is assuring ignorant girls that my skinless shaft is still in perfect working order! We kissed again and I shed the cotton robe to lay naked in his arms. He, too, removed the rest of his clothing to be as nude as I as our bodies threshed wildly away on the carpet. Now he laid me down and opened my legs to expose my already dampening pussey. His head shot between my legs and I clamped my thighs around it as his mouth glued itself to my cunt. His trembling fingers parted my cunney lips and he licked my juicy crack from bottom to top. I writhed with ecstasy as his fingers now penetrated my soaking quim and he sucked the engorged clitty between his full lips.

He mashed it hard as his fingers darted in and out to be followed by the most lascivious licking and lapping of his clever tongue. I soon felt my cunt spasm and I scrunched my thighs tightly against his head as he tasted my oozing juices, lapping up my spend, savouring its salty taste. It was my pleasure to repay the compliment so I settled David Haines nicely on his back which let his cock stick up like a flagpole. I knelt down beside him and thoroughly wet his smooth mushroomed-shaped dome with my tongue. Then opening my mouth as wide as possible, I slipped the huge knob inside. His taste was quite delicious and I closed my lips around it as firmly as I could and worked on the bulbous knob with my tongue, easing my lips forward to take in as much of his enormous staff as I could. I circled the base of this gigantic cock with my hand and sucked lustily until it almost touched the back of my throat. David was now really excited and his hips lifted off the carpet as my licking and sucking increased in tempo. I cupped his hairy bollocks, feeling them harden as the sperm boiled up to shoot up his shaft. His rigid staff jerked convulsively and then, whoosh! A veritable jet of juicy spunk hit the back of my throat and, as even the most dexterous fellatrix will tell you, when a big-cocked boy spends in your mouth, it is hard to swallow with your mouth full of gushing love juice. But practice makes perfect and I swallowed the wonderful flood of tangy spunk until the fountain eased to a dribble. Now the important question was whether I was to be disappointed a second time after the failure of Johnny Lynch to stay erect when my sucking had emptied his balls. Gladly, I can report that after a few rubs up and down his thick shaft, my handsome young actor was ready to tread the boards again! I coaxed his rock-hard stiffness into my dripping pussey and he gently eased his great cock between the soft folds of my cunney. At first we lay motionless, billing and cooing with our lips until I began a slight motion with my buttocks to which he was not slow to respond. He slowly started to pump his rod in and out of my squelchy pussey, and it took only seven or eight strokes before I was twisting away like crazy, clawing his back with my fingernails, as he raised the tempo of his thrusts. What ecstasy I enjoyed as his smooth circumcised cock worked in and out of my welcoming pussey! How it seemed to swell inside the luscious sheath which received it so lovingly! How expertly he fucked me, pushing his massive weapon in time to my own thrusts upward so that in no time at all I screamed with joy as I spent copiously, coating his cock with my juices. This brought dear David onwards to his zenith and now, frantically, we pushed towards each other and our lips fastened together as I felt his entire frame shiver with expectancy as a streaming, molten flood washed the walls of my cunt and my pussey exploded into yet another delightful orgasm. Our mouths came together in a more leisurely kiss as we rested our warm bodies tenderly together. Alas, I had spent so liberally that there were two large damp patches on Johnny's expensive Persian carpet. 'Oh my goodness, David, I do feel somewhat guilty about what I've just done.