Anonymous - The Oyster, Volume IV

Dear Doctor Jonathan,

I will not hide behind a veil of false modesty. I am nineteen years old, raven-haired and blessed with a pretty face and a pleasing bodily development of large breasts, a small waist and long legs. I have been fucked by a clutch of lovers, including Sir Ronnie Dunn, Count Gewirtz and even the great cocksman himself, Mr. Peter Stockman.

All these gentlemen and the others whose pricks I have sucked and fucked have given me great pleasure, but none have managed to make me spend as liberally as my next door neighbour. What is so surprising about that? you ask. Well, my next door neighbour is a sweet-faced girl of the same age as myself, who I did not realise harboured lesbian tendencies until an experience I shared with her last week at Lord Adrian's Midsummer Ball for Aged Booksellers at Bourne Castle, near Ashby de la Zouch, Leicestershire. Although the dancing did not begin till past nine o'clock, the weather was extremely close and my neighbour-her name is Miss Clare Ponsonby-and I found ourselves sitting outside the ballroom on the terrace. We had deliberately not filled in our cards for the fourth and fifth dances as we had guessed that the room would become extremely hot.

'Georgina, why don't we go down to the stream at the bottom of the garden?' suggested Clare, and I readily agreed with her idea as I thought we could well find some cooler air there. 'I have left two large towels there which we can sit upon and let the air get to our bodies,' she added. We made our way carefully down to the stream, and even thought it was now almost ten o'clock, there was still some light coming from the darkening sky. The stream runs through a rather deep bank and as we clambered down we heard some rather exciting sounds emanating from behind a bush. Who should we discover there but Mr. Oscar Wilde buggering a pretty young man who was in Lord Bourne's service. 'Mr. Wilde, I thought you had turned over a new leaf!' scolded Clare. 'So I have, my dear,' panted the poet, thrusting his prick in and out of the poor lad's bum.

'Only I have begun at the bottom of the page!' I burst out into a fit of giggles as we moved further along the wide bank, when Clare said: 'Why don't we cool ourselves off by taking off our clothes and lying naked in the grass. I see that the towels I brought down earlier have not been purloined by others, so we have something upon which to lie.' We lay naked together on the large towels Clare had thoughtfully provided and I was resting peacefully, when the wicked girl rolled over and nibbling in my ear said: 'Darling, you have the most fabulous breasts. I wish mine were as plump as yours with such large, beautifully formed pink aureoles and high-tipped nipples.'

I was so dumbfounded that I said nothing when she placed her fingers around my left nipple and began to roll it around on her palm until it stiffened up like a miniature cock. She then placed her hand upon the fine downy hair that covered my delicate notch and began to massage my thighs. The experience was not totally foreign to me as we had experimented in such matters at St Carola's Academy For The Daughters of Gentlefolk, but though I had enjoyed the experience at the time, I had reserved my pussey exclusively for cocks and dildoes since those days. However, Clare's busy fingers made my heart quicken and my whole body tremble with desire. I soon felt quite light-headed as she took all the liberties she desired with me, kissing and sucking my pretty breasts, frigging my erect little clitty and handling my bum cheeks lasciviously. When she eased a finger into my dampening crack, I sighed and raised up my bottom to enjoy to the utmost the delicious sensations. Now her finger was joined by a second and then a third as she finger-fucked me at an ever-increasing rate.

Clare now moved up over me and, still keeping her fingers embedded in my cunt, kissed me passionately on the mouth. Her velvet tongue slithered between my lips to make contact as her fingers plunged in and out of my juicy cunney. Oh, it was such blissful agony!

The clever little minx then left off her manual stimulation and replaced her fingers with her tongue as she grasped my bum cheeks, one in each hand, and buried her face in my pussey, her mouth pressed against the soft, yielding flesh, probing my slit gently with her tongue. Soon we were entwined together in a soixante neuf. Her head was firmly ensconced between my thighs whilst my own tongue licked and lapped around her sweet snatch. My mouth was now glued to her dripping slit and I rolled and flicked my tongue across her delicious pussey, sucking and nipping at the tender clitty in much the same way as she was working at me. We sighed and groaned together as we lay side by side with our heads deep between each other's legs.

I was tonguing deep inside her beautiful cunney and her juices were flowing freely and her clitty was quite enormous with excitement. I nipped her clitty again, playfully sucking and biting it as she in turn sucked up the love juice pouring from my own pussey, licking and lapping with a great ardour. 'Ooooh! That is delightful!' I panted. 'Now please pull on my clitty and make me spend!' The gorgeous girl wrenched her mouth from my sopping muff and replaced it for a second session with her long, tapering fingers. Immediately, she found my swollen love-button and stroked it expertly. Before my body began thrashing wildly about in a frenzied ecstasy as she slid a finger into my bottom-hole. I thought my body would fairly explode as spasms of excitement ran through my body, culminating in a gigantic peak of orgasmic lust. 'Now it is my turn to spend, darling,' she said, writhing delightfully as I pushed my mouth hard up against her, moving my entire head back and forth. I nuzzled my lips between her swollen cunney lips that were oozing love juice and I sucked upon her hard little clitty, flicking my fluttering tongue in and out of her lovely little hairy quim, sucking and slurping the juices from her cunt, filling the night air with the scent of raw sex. I could feel Clare's orgasm build inside her and I worked my tongue even harder, whilst at the same time inserting my forefinger into her sopping muff, deeper and deeper, until she screamed with delight as she spent copiously in waves of pure energy that coursed through her body.

We lay panting with exhaustion, but suddenly I heard the sound of heavy breathing just behind us. I turned my head, Doctor Jonathan, and perhaps you and readers of The Oyster will divine the sight that met my eyes. There, just ten yards from us stood young Adam Bucknall, nephew of the infamous Sir William, his trousers down by his ankles and his erect shaft cupped in his right hand, playing with himself, capping and uncapping the knob of his stalwart staff. 'Don't mind me, you two, just carry on!' he muttered as he rubbed away furiously at his thick prick. Well, it seemed like a terrible waste to let that fat cock spunk into his hand, so I called out to Adam that he should join us as soon as he had divested himself of his remaining clothes.

With commendable alacrity he shed the offending garments, and in a most gentlemanly way he asked me if I would consent to be bum-fucked as he had a great fancy for such action. 'Oh, Adam,' I faltered.

'I have never had a prick up my bottom before. I hope you wilt not hurt me.' 'Have no fear, Georgina, the bottom-hole can be a most delightful channel of bliss and it will open up your senses to a ravishment of which you have hither had no conception. Besides, you won't get a swollen belly from being fucked in the bum and you can truthfully tell your current beau that you are saving your pussey solely for him!' he said cheerfully, bending down by the stream to wet his stiff cock with water. I lay down as instructed on my elbows with my bottom cheeks firmly pushed out, and he angled my legs further apart to afford himself a better view of my wrinkled little rosette.