Anonymous - The Oyster, Volume IV

But despite his promise, it felt uncomfortable when the crown of his thick prick entered the tightened orifice. 'Ow! Ow! I don't think this is much fun,' I gasped. But Adam pushed on and the sphincter muscle gradually relaxed and I began to enjoy the delightful frigging of my cunney as he drew his arms round me, pushing gently but firmly with his cock so that, as Adam had forecast, the initial pain gave way to a most extraordinary and pleasurable sensation as his movements stirred me up to the very highest pitch of excitement. His cock throbbed and bounced inside my tight sheath as if spring-loaded and it now plunged in easily to and fro, pumping away like an engine. I reached back and spread my cheeks even further, and my bum jerked in time with Adam's rhythm until he exploded into me in a rush of liquid fire as we spent almost together in perfect accord. He withdrew his still stiff weapon with an audible 'pop' leaving my puckered nether-hole well-lathered for the first time in its life. 'I think there is still some life there,' said Clare thoughtfully, taking Adam's cock in her hands and rubbing up the shaft till it stood up as proudly as before. 'It looks good enough to eat, don't you think?' It certainly did and Clare and I knelt down naked in front of this magnificent prick, taking turns to lick the shaft, and then Clare gobbled the knob and two inches or so of the shaft greedily into her mouth and began to suck lustily upon it. I kissed and licked around his pulsating ballsack.

Then we swapped places and I licked and lapped at the pink knob, savouring the salty sensuality of its taste. He thrust his slippery prick deeper into my mouth as I helped him by sliding my lips as far down the shaft as possible, feeling his wiry pubic hair tickling my nose as I inhaled its perspiring fragrance. He spent very quickly and I swallowed his spunk in great gulps, pulling him hard into my mouth as he delivered the contents of his big balls deep in my throat. I sucked on his cock until the last drops had been milked and his member began to shrink back to its normal size. Now, Doctor, my question is this: am I really a tribade manque for allowing myself to take part in two-girl sexual activity with Clare, and do you think I was wrong to let young Adam stick his prick up my bum? And indeed, do you feel it was wrong for Clare and I to share the sucking off of his lovely penis? I await your comments with great interest, Your obedient servant, Georgina Cambridge c/o Rotherwick Lodge Luton, Bedfordshire May, 1890

DR JONATHAN REPLIES:

No, I do not believe that a single enjoyable sexual experience with a member of your own sex makes you a tribade! And certainly, I would be the first to suggest that whilst the good old-fashioned man-on-top method of fucking is the most widely practised, many couples prefer very different and indeed strange ways of achieving satisfaction. My old friend Sir Graham Giddens prefers to keep his hat on in bed, whilst one of the most sophisticated young men about town, Monsieur Max Dalmine of Bordeaux, never fails to anoint his prick with champagne before attempting an anal insertion. So do not worry simply because you enjoyed a sexual experience away from the established mainstream. I have always maintained that the whole experience of sex is greater than the sum of its parts, though every part has its pleasure and every pleasure its part. In normal love play, anything can happen-and usually does sooner or later.

Dear Doctor Jonathan, I am sixteen years old and am currently in the Lower Sixth Form at Reverend Dunton-Green's Academy for the Sons of Gentlefolk in Kent. The school is run on liberal principles but there is an appalling dearth of female company. The only women on the School premises are Matron, Cook and a handful of maids. The strange, unnatural separation of the sexes leads to some pretty rum behaviour, as you may well imagine, and it is rumoured that the captain of cricket has buggered more than half the boys of Form 3C. However, though we are forced to turn to copies of The Oyster and other such splendid magazines for our edification and stimulation during our nightly five-finger exercises, it is common knowledge that wanking is but a poor substitute for the genuine article of fucking. This sets the scene for my narrative, Doctor, which began last Thursday afternoon. We were playing Charterhouse at football and we beat them, I am glad to report, by three goals to two. I shall scorn false modesty and relate that I scored two of the goals. After the game we repaired to the wash-house but, alas, the plumbing, which had given trouble last winter, obstinately refused to deliver more than a trickle of water. So instead we used the facilities in the school itself and, being a sub-prefect, I enjoyed the luxury of my own bathroom which adjoins my study. I filled the bath with lashings of hot water and after stripping off, plunged myself into the warmth.

I soaped myself down and relaxed, enjoying the comfort of the deep bath. I looked at the towel-rail and saw that in my haste I had forgotten to put out a towel. I heaved myself out of the water, not hearing my study door open as I padded out to retrieve a towel from my linen cupboard. I opened the door and I don't know who was more surprised-myself or Sarah, the cheeky little girl who worked for Matron, who was standing open-mouthed in the middle of the room with a linen-basket at her feet. I was bollock-naked, if you will excuse the expression, and I hastily cupped my cock and balls with my hand as I gasped: 'Oh, I am sorry, Sarah, I did not hear you come in.' 'No matter, Master Charlton,' she giggled. 'I only came in to change the sheets on your bed. My, you are rather wet, let me give you a nice, clean towel.' With that pert remark, the pretty young miss stepped across to my cupboard and threw a towel across to me.

Naturally, to catch it I had to use both hands and thus exposed my prick and balls to her gaze. I draped the towel around my back and, realising my nudity might offend (and to tell the truth I was a little embarrassed!), I turned aside and began to dry myself.

'Oh, don't be shy,' she said, walking towards me. 'I know how much you young gentlemen fancy fucking the girls. Have you ever thought how tempting it is for us, so near and yet so far from your youthful masculine good looks, to come in to your study one day and tear off your trousers?' I was dumbfounded at her directness. I was lost for words but nevertheless I slowly turned round to face her.

She reached out and cupped my balls in her hand. 'You really are a most beautiful boy,' she murmured. 'But your cock is dangling down there in such a doleful fashion. Let me see if I can do anything about that.' She swiftly undid the buttons of her blouse, exposing her naked breasts to my amazed, delighted gaze. What globular perfection!

Such curvaceous whiteness topped with the red cherries of her large nipples. I could scarcely believe this was happening to me and I shut my eyes for a moment. I opened them again to see Sarah kneeling down in front of me, kissing and sucking my knob as her busy hands drew back my foreskin and began to rub up and down my fast-stiffening shaft. I felt a delicious stab of desire as she sucked my cock up to full erection, teasing my knob against the roof of her mouth with her tongue and in no time at all I felt the surge of a powerful spend coursing through my throbbing cock. Sarah sensed this and took her sweet lips away for a moment. Then she returned to the attack as she stroked her tongue along the underside of my prick, making it ache with excitement as it throbbed more and more urgently. She squeezed her hand round the base of my shaft, sucking me harder until I could no longer contain myself. My lusty young cock pulsed in her mouth as I gave a small cry and, arching my back, jetted spurt after spurt of creamy white semen full into that adorable mouth, which did not cease to draw upon it until the last drops of white essence had been swallowed. Sarah murmured with satisfaction as she raised the head, kissed my gleaming cock which was only slowly losing a little of its stiffness. 'That was delicious, Jack, your spunk has a lovely salty tang to it. Now what would you say to a real fuck?' 'Yes, please!' I stammered as this gorgeous girl swiftly completed her undressing and stood naked in front of me. We made our way to the bed and she pulled my face towards her and sank her naughty little tongue in my mouth. I stroked her wiry black pussey bush as she then lay back, her head supported by her hands. She moved her tongue between her lips and, taking hold of me, she pulled me across her. I clambered upon her without delay as she opened her legs to allow me to kneel in front of her open cunney. She took my rampant cock in her hand and guided it between her cunney lips. What exquisite pleasure! I enjoyed the grip of her velvet cunney walls as she moved her hips sinuously, as I pumped up and down, my balls smacking lewdly against her bottom with every thrust. I pounded to and fro, my hands clasping her full, round bum cheeks as I felt the spunk boiling up in my balls for a second libation. Alas, I could not wait until she achieved her climax. With a mighty groan I flooded her cunt with a torrent of sperm, as jets of frothy love juice poured out of my prick, completely filling her cunney and dribbling down her inner thighs. To my great regret, she had to finish her domestic duties and so we did not have time for a third encounter. But she has promised me that we will be able to meet again on her days off. I saw her yesterday and we made an arrangement for next week, as her monthly period will have ended by then. Now, Doctor, my query is this. Am I beholden to this charming girl who took my virginity in such a sweet fashion? Should I reward her with a present of some sort, and would monetary gifts be spurned? Jack Charlton c/o Dunton-Green Academy for the Sons of Gentlefolk Kent March, 1891