Anonymous: The Oyster, Volume IV

The girls reassured him that they were talking in general and not in the particular, and we entwined ourselves again in a further bout of fucking and sucking. Lady Henrietta licked out Lettie whilst she sucked me off, at the same time tossing off young Lawrence. Then I fucked Lettie up the bum whilst she sucked off Lawrence, who nibbled Lady Henrietta's erect little clitty as she sat on his face. So all in all, a great day's entertainment. As Mr. Kipling has commented: 'Lucy O'Grady and the Colonel's lady are sisters under the skin.' For my part, Lettie's tremendous ability in the art of fucking reinforces my belief in the democratic doctrine. Who cares about class so long as the lady in question is as the girl in the popular poem:

She's pert and slim And takes a swim Down by the harbour wall. She's only a cobbler's daughter But she gives the boys her awl! That's a different way of looking at it as the fly said when he landed on a mirror. I remain, Sir, Your Obedient Servant Count Johann Gewirtz c/o Lady Valerie Fitzcockie 46 Allendale House Belgrave Square London, S.W. June, 1893

Sir, I have often fantasised about the joys of multiple fucking, and I am pleased to report that my fantasy turned into reality last weekend. I am twenty-three years old and am considered attractive by the many young men who have attempted to pull down my drawers. Most have failed in their attempt, but occasionally I have enjoyed the attentions of several noted cocksmen, including Sir Robert Bacon and Captain John Gibson of Edinburgh, whilst currently I have been fucking the Honourable Anthony Bodley-Cape, a young man of no mean talent in l'arte de faire l'amour. For some time now I had suspected that Anthony had the similar desire for a bed party. He would tease me by saying that he suspected my ambition was to fuck before an invited audience. I denied the accusation but, frankly, the idea sent the adrenalin coursing through my veins. We attended the party given by Lord Tagholm at Ajao's restaurant in honour of Madame Melba the famous opera singer, and afterwards we took a hansom cab back to Anthony's apartment in Welbeck Street. He sent me into the bedroom whilst he locked up and paid a visit to the bathroom.

He came to bed some ten minutes later with a mischievous grin on his face. He joined me on the bed after carefully folding away his clothes and, as usual, I reached down to encircle his fast-swelling prick in my hand. When his staff was at its proud, fullest height, I leaned over to take the fiery red crown between my lips. I had just opened my mouth when I heard a noise outside. 'What's that, Tony?' I asked With a start. 'Are we being burgled?' 'It's nothing, darling, it's only old Rex the dog scratching around,' he said soothingly.

I took his word for it and jammed down his foreskin before enveloping his cockhead between my lips. I sucked hard, taking half his shaft into my mouth whilst I toyed with his rather small hairy balls. False modesty is as unbecoming as overweening pride, so I shall not neglect to mention that I am considered to be one of the best cocksuckers in London. Tony cooed with delight as I sucked his shaft with a firm motion, sliding my lips up and down his rigid staff, slurping noisily as his knob slid along the roof of my mouth to the back of my throat. The juices were really flowing when again I thought I heard a noise, and I opened my eyes to see that we were not alone! Two of Tony's friends, Sir Andrew Stuck and Tommy Dashler, were standing by the door watching me suck Tony's cock. Now I realised that the noise I heard was Tony leaving the door on the latch-poor old Rex was guiltless of making any noise as he was doubtless fast asleep in his basket. At first I was unsure whether or not to proceed-the sight of two men watching me suck my lover's prick at first confused me, but then I thought to myself, what the deuce does it matter, so I climbed on top of Tony's flagpole and bounced merrily away until I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. To my astonishment I saw that Sir Andrew had stepped out of his clothes and was standing beside me stark naked with the biggest thickest prick I have ever seen in my life! I made no protest when the lusty baronet guided my hand downwards to his enormous tool. It was incredibly thick and my hand could not reach round it. I leaned forward and licked at this luscious dome as Tony jerked his body upwards to restart our love-making rhythm. This erotic sight was too powerful for young Tommy Dashler to resist, and very soon he was stroking my breasts and lapping at my hard little nipples. I reached across with my left arm and took his prick in my hand. What an experience! I had a cock in my cunney, one in my hand and Sir Andrew's monster shaft in my mouth! To cap it all, the three men and myself came almost together and I screamed and shuddered as wave after wave of orgasm swept over me as my juices flowed like a torrent to mix with the frothy jism Tony was unleashing inside my pussey. Tommy's rampant prick spurted out a generous amount of juice, but Sir Andrew's libation was so copious that I could not swallow all his salty spend. Tony and Tommy were now hors de combat, but Sir Andrew's shaft was still rock hard and I readily assented to his invitation to continue this escapade. Perhaps I looked frightened as I stared at his huge weapon for he kindly whispered, 'Don't worry, Julia, I would never hurt you. If I push in too deeply just tell me and I will withdraw immediately.' He slowly slid his ruby knob between the lips of my sopping cunney and I could hardly believe that I could accommodate such a noble tool. He filled my body with his hardness and slowly built up his speed as he thrust and probed inside me. I was astonished that something so big could move so gently inside me. His balls banged against my bum as he” thrust more urgently, and I felt an enormous wave of orgasmic pleasure starting to course throughout my body. 'I'm coming, I'm coming!' he cried out, and so I squeezed his balls with my thighs and the feeling of his spunk jetting through his shaft took me over the brink into Elysium. He exploded into me with a tidal wave of hot, white juice. Poor Tommy was unlucky as I could not face another bout after Sir Andrew's mighty machine had penetrated my love channel. I administered manual relief to the sweet boy, however, so that he did not feel too frustrated about the affair.

Although I do hold a grudge against Tony for inviting his friends to watch us fuck, regrettably I had to inform him that our liaison was now at an end. I don't believe any girl will be satisfied with her lover after taking Sir Andrew Stuck between her legs. I don't know how long I will be able to keep him in my bed, but meanwhile I shall make the most of my time with him.

Carpe diem, guam minimum credula postero has always been a maxim I have scrupulously followed.

Your Obedient Servant, Julia Hurchille Callil Mansions Osbaldeston Road London, N. February, 1889 Seize the present day, trusting the morrow as little as you can.