Anonymous - The Oyster, Volume IV

Carefully I took hold of his warm, velvety cock and directed its head to Eliza's bottom crack. I stroked the pretty girl's pulsating nipples whilst, alongside her, Johnny dipped two long fingers inside her dripping cunney. Eliza's hips jerked at the first nosing of David's huge cock into her bum-hole. Her startled cry and the febrile twitching of her delicious bottom cheeks led him to temporarily withdraw and anoint his prick with pomade. This time his cock slid freely in, forcing its way through the sphincter muscle as Eliza cried out: 'Aaaah! Ooooh! Your prick is too big, David Haines! Yes, no, don't stop! Aaah!' He was now ensconced in her bum, and from the excited wrigglings of her backside and her flushed face and sparkling eyes, I could see how much she actually enjoyed being cornholed in this fashion, especially as I continued to play with her erect nipples and Johnny continued to diddle her juicy pussey. David's excited cock revelled in the tight-fitting fundament of the exquisite girl, and we rocked and plunged to such an extent that it was a miracle we did not all fall out of the bed! 'This is simply exquisite, oh, keep rotating your bum, Eliza and I shall soon spend,' groaned David who delighted in the manner the clever girl mashed her bumcheeks against his belly. The sperm was already bubbling in his balls but by great mental effort he made to delay the moment of truth. Eliza began pushing her bum cheeks to and fro as she called out: 'Oh, David, yes, you are coming! Oooh, what a lot! What delightful spurtings! Fill me!

Flood my bum!' We rode on whilst David expelled his balsam of creamy white juice inside Eliza's bottom. He withdrew his prick with a 'pop' from her arse and Johnny and I slowed our manual ministrations to Eliza's titties and pussey to a gradual stop. Sir, I have previously read in your columns a letter from a Lady of Quality on the poor performance Of the male when it comes to matters of sexual stamina. Certainly, I must agree that in this case Eliza and I remained disappointed that whilst our appetites had not yet been fully satisfied, we could not bring the two penises up to play again despite all the tender ministrations we attempted with our hands and mouths.

Truth to tell, John and David were both almost asleep when I turned to my side to examine the beautiful naked charms of Eliza who lay beside me. My eyes drank in the beauty of the large globes of her breasts, and my hand reached out to rub one of the little nipples to a hardness. She sighed as I did so, and moved onto her back as I slid my hand along her thigh till my fingers rested upon the curly moss of red hair that overhung the entrance to her cunney. And what a pussey the lovely girl possessed, a most ravishing affair almost beyond description. The bushy Mount of Venus swelled up into a hillock of firm flesh, surmounted and covered with the rich profusion of red hair, silky and smooth to the touch. The lips were most luscious, pouting outwards, and my finger and thumb found the hardening clitty as she gasped: 'Oh yes, yes, Jenny, finish me off as soon as you can!

I am likely to spend very quickly!' 'You have a delicious cunney, Eliza, and if I were a man I would be delighted to fuck you,' I said, kissing her full gorgeous pussey. My tongue ran the length of her parted lips and she shuddered as I stopped at her clitty which was by now already hardened into a little ball. I gave it my best attention, nibbling from side to side, up and down as she jerked and writhed, making it a little difficult to keep my mouth on her passion pit. I played with her titties for a little and then resumed my licking and lapping as Eliza threw back her head and twisted from side to side in a paroxysm of erotic fervour as her climax neared its peak. 'Oh!

Oh! Push your tongue further up my cunney! How exquisite! Further!

Harder!' she cried out as, with a shudder, she gained her release, yelping happily as her love juices dribbled over my face and I swallowed as much of her emission as possible. 'I think I want to spend again,' panted the adorable titian-haired beauty. 'Sit on my face and we can suck each other's pussies.' So I straddled her and thrust my blonde pussey over her mouth. Her teeth nibbled along my cunney lips and gently over my clitty whilst her pink, pointed tongue teased my pussey with long, rasping licks. I dove down to give her cunt another thorough stimulation with my tongue and fingers. Her pungent feminine juices tasted like nectar as I played with her love button between my lips. I pushed my arse in the air so she could thrust her tongue deeper inside me, and soon she was greedily licking the very inside of my cunney. 'I'm going to spend!' I told her.

'So am I, let's climax together! Fill me with your tongue and fingers!' Quickly I pushed two fingers up into her crack, still keeping my mouth glued to her pulsating pussey. She ground her mound right into my face as she arched her body and came with a great silent scream, drenching my face again with her juices which flowed freely from her cunney. 'I'm sure you can come again, Jenny,' Eliza said with a wicked little grin playing around her mouth. She lay me flat on my back, my thighs spread wide and my legs slightly raised. The dear girl then massaged my pussey with both hands, the left hand moving rapidly over my clitty and two fingers of her right hand moving briskly in and out of my cunney as I let out a sharp cry of pleasure, my hips now bucking up and down as Eliza sank her fingers deeper and deeper inside me. 'Aaah! Here I come!' I cried out as I writhed as one demented, shuddering to a lovely orgasm, then I lay still, gasping for breath. The exertions of the evening coupled with the ill-effects of the lobster salad meant that Johnny Lynch was still hors de combat, but David Haines' magnificent penis was now rising to the occasion, stimulated no doubt by the display of tribadism he had just witnessed. With one bound he was on top of us and he pushed me to one side and rolled Eliza onto her tummy. 'On your knees my darling girl!' he commanded as she obediently pushed her delectable bum cheeks out towards him. He gently forced her legs open a little further and clasped her round the ribs to play with her horned-up nipples, squeezing and nipping them as she stooped down with head nuzzling into the pillow. David's monstrous cock was now springing up between the rondeurs of Eliza's luscious bum when the trembling girl called out: 'No, not in my bum, dear David, as it is still recovering from the last encounter. But do feel free to go up my cunt from behind.' 'Your wish is my command, lovely lady,' said David, and I helped matters along by taking his great shaft in my hands and guiding it slowly towards her inviting wet crack until the tip of his knob touched her cunney lips. 'That's divine, darling, what a splendid staff you have. Do slide it in my wet, waiting pussey,' she encouraged him. 'Wait, though, perhaps Jennifer would like your big cock in her cunt. If so, I think you should transfer to her lovely little crack.' 'You are very kind but I think I would rather watch than participate,' I said. 'If you are sure, sister, then I will enjoy myself with this slick truncheon that is filling my juicy cunney so delightfully,' she responded. Her bottom rose with every shove as he drove home, excited to such raging peaks, the contractions of her delightfully tight cunney soon sucked the boiling seed out of his tool, sending the hot frothy spunk pumping through in thick wads as he heaved his throbbing shaft in and out of her dripping crack with all his youthful strength. We slept peacefully until dawn, when David padded quietly back to Miss Terry's rooms to ensure that she was still asleep. He woke her up with a cup of tea and two slices of dry toast and thankfully, both she and Lieutenant Lynch were fully recovered by mid-day. Now, Mr. Editor, you may well ask why this little escapade shows that the art of chivalry is thankfully still with us? My answer is simply this: firstly, we must consider the chivalrous manner of Doctor Tong who, on hearing that Lieutenant Lynch was suffering from a severe stomach pain, withdrew his therapeutic tool from the moist, clinging cunney of Gwendoline Bracknell to rush over post-haste to Albemarle Street. Then we may consider his generous acceptance of tit-fucking me instead of presenting a bill for a substantial sum. Then I may point to the spirit of 'what's-mine-is-yours-and-what's-yours-is-mine' extant between Lieutenant Lynch and David Haines as far as both Eliza and myself were concerned. And, of course, there was the similar share-and-share alike attitude between Eliza and myself to be taken into account. To close this true, unvarnished aide memoire, I should add that Eliza wished to be acquainted with the sexual potency of Doctor Tong and, as I quite fancied the idea myself, I readily consented to take part in a little jeu d'amour. So, two days later, we found ourselves naked on the crisp white sheets of Doctor Tong's bed, with the good doctor slipping off his robe and exposing his trusty truncheon which saluted us by standing stiffly up-against his belly.