she stood before John (and myself!) like a glorious statue come magically to life. Her beautiful full breasts swung gracefully as she pirouetted lightly on the balls of her feet, letting John have full view of her total nudity. What a delectable, ravishing, enchanting sight! Her creamy white skin showed off her curvaceous breasts to their best advantage whilst her well-rounded shoulders tapered down to a small waist; her delicate feet expanded upwards into fine calves and her thighs were full and proportionately fashioned, whilst hanging down between them, forming a perfect veil over a pouting little crack, was a mass that contrasted so well with the whiteness of her belly. Poor John was quite overwhelmed at the sight of her delicious naked body, though the perceptible bulge in the front of his trousers showed that he was very appreciative of the display. Patricia now jumped on the bed beside him and said: 'John Walsh, do not fib, are you really a virgin? Tell me the truth for you have nothing of which to be ashamed.' 'Yes, I have yet to fuck my first girl, though the delightful thought of having such an opportunity has exercised my mind for many months.
Indeed, I think about nothing else. Even in the middle of a mathematics lesson my cock will suddenly swell up whilst I am trying to concentrate on algebraic, formulations,' he whispered. 'Oh, how dreadful,' she said, kissing him lightly on the lips. 'We can't have this terrible problem affecting your schoolwork, can we?
Virginity can be a great burden at your age, and it will be my delight to lift this yoke from your shoulders.' His trembling hands clasped hers as he said: 'Will you really? You aren't just teasing me, are you?' 'No, I mean what I say. You are fortunate indeed that my monthly bleeding has ended only this morning, so there is no bar whatsoever to any lovemaking if you really would like to do so.'
'Would a man crazy with thirst refuse a drink?' he countered, his voice cracking with barely suppressed emotion. 'Patricia, I would love to fuck you more than anything else in the whole, wide world!'
For an answer, she smoothed her hand over the hillock which had formed over his lap and slowly unbuckled his braces. She then expertly opened the buttons of his fly and took out his bursting tool which was of a surprising thickness for one so young, and began to massage the shaft, drawing back his foreskin to make its red crown swell and bound in her hand. 'I will spend if you do that for much longer. Please may I fuck you without further ado?' begged the anxious lad. Patricia gave a little smile and murmured that usually some foreplay occurred that added spice to the occasion. 'But then I have taken you down to the edge of the sea and it would be wickedly unfair to deny you a bathe.' She reached down to guide his throbbing penis on its first ever journey through the slippery entrance to heaven. His blunt fleshy knob hovered between her juicy cunney lips and she spread her legs well apart to enable him to push further down. I saw John tremble, almost overcome with the emotion of crossing the Rubicon, but after sliding his shaft fully into her pussey he lay motionless and Patricia looked at him in surprise. 'Isn't that nice, John? Now be a good boy and fuck me.' 'What do I actually have to do?'
'It's very easy, my poor boy. Just push in and out until you feel your spunk rushing through your cock and then let nature take its course.' Her hands slipped down to clasp his taut little bottom cheeks, and young John proved himself to be a quick learner. His arms went under her shoulders as she eagerly lifted her hips to welcome the thrusting prick that slid in and out of her juicy cunt. What the lad lacked in experience he certainly made up for in enthusiasm, bouncing up and down on her pneumatic bosoms as she clawed his jerking bum and heaved herself upwards to pull him further into her. His jerking became even wilder as he plunged deeper and deeper, feeling the delights for the first time of his cock being caressed by the slippery membranes of Patricia's cunney. He rode her like a jockey at Royal Ascot as she lifted her arse and rotated her hips as she felt his body stiffen and knew that the moment of truth was all too near. John pumped even harder and I could hear the sound of his balls slapping against her bottom as, with a little shout, he unleashed a flood of hot spunk into her cunney so powerfully that the juices oozed out of her luscious love nest and trickled down her thighs. After a few further frantic quiverings, he took out his semi-limp affair and rolled over onto his back, drained emotionally rather than physically from the experience. 'Was that good for you?' he panted. 'I enjoyed it, but you must try and fuck more slowly at first. It takes longer for a lady to spend and a considerate lover always waits for his partner if he possibly can.' 'Oh dear, I'm afraid I didn't do very well.' 'Yes you did! For a first-timer you score top marks!
It is so strange, though, that youths in their physical prime do find it so difficult to hold back their climaxes. This is why I prefer to fuck with older men, though your tool looks good enough to eat. Oh, I assume that this too will be new to you, for presumably no lucky girl has ever sucked this velvety skinned monster.' 'Sucked it?
Goodness I have only read about such things-is it as pleasant as fucking?' asked the young pupil of his kindly tutoress. Patricia could not resist smiling as she said: 'Many gentlemen would say they actually prefer it, and most ladies enjoy it, as one can suck, at any time without the worry of becoming enceinte. I will show you how it is accomplished.' She knelt down to take the already stiffening shaft in her grasp. Then she gave a quick little moistening lick to the purple knob and proceeded to suck in at least three inches of his twitching tool into her mouth. Patricia was an excellent exponent of the art of fellatio, and John was in the seventh heaven of delight as her moist mouth worked up and down, licking and lapping at every inch of his length, her hand grasping the base as she pumped her head up and down, keeping her lips taut, kissing and sucking until suddenly she pulled her lips away. The juices were now oozing out of the 'eye' on his knob, to be lapped up instantly by her darting pink tongue. One hand now gently massaged his balls and the other clamped itself round his shaft as she jammed her mouth over the mushroom dome and slurped greedily on her lollipop. With a hoarse cry, John spunked a fresh jet of gushy foam into her mouth. She sucked and swallowed every last drop of milky sperm until his prick stopped twitching and began to shrink back to its normal size. They lay sated on the bed, and my own penis was now so uncomfortable within the confines of my trousers that I unbuttoned my flies to let my rampant cock stick out, naked and unashamed, as stiff and as hard as a flagpole. I was sorely tempted to toss myself off, but all being well Lady Jacques would arrive later and I wanted to be in peak condition to fuck this old friend who knew she could rely on my prick for satisfaction and on my mouth for both discretion and a good nibbling around the pussey. Interestingly enough, as this thought crossed my mind, Patricia gave John's cock a final stroke and said: 'Later on tonight I will tell you how to eat pussey, which few Englishmen really know how to do very well. But we had better get dressed and go downstairs now before we are missed-listen, I can hear the band striking up the first waltz.'
Unfortunately, Lady Jacques never arrived at the party as she was suffering from a heavy cold and thought it unwise to travel in the night air. However, my little adventure in voyeurism partially compensated for her absence, and I was delighted for young John Walsh who I know is destined to become a fine cocksman well into the twentieth century. Indeed, if such exciting contests as the Victor Pudendum at the Jim Jam continue to be held, I am certain that he will one day win the treasured golden goblet. The next day I asked him how he enjoyed the party and he told me that he owed an apology for his previous apprehension. 'I would not have missed it for the world,' he assured me, thanking me profusely for insisting upon his attendance, but saying nothing of course of his grand adventure with Miss Hiller. Now the moral I wish to draw from this story is this; years ago such behaviour would have been frowned upon by members of Polite Society. Nowadays, I am glad to say, more liberal attitudes to extra-marital fucking abound, especially amongst the young. Also, the strange notion that a man who manages to plunge his plonker into as many pussies as he can is a rattling good chap, whilst a lady who enjoys sexual sport is no better than she should be, is at last on the wane. Whilst I am not in favour of wanton promiscuity, as the music hall song has it 'a little of what you fancy does you good'!
I have the honour to be, Sir, your obedient servant, The Reverend Horace Bent-Organ Dyott House Nicklee Street London S.W. May, 1894
ASK DOCTOR JONATHAN
Readers of The Oyster were invited to write to Doctor Jonathan Arkley about any sexual queries, worries and anxieties, with the assurance that all letters would be treated in the strictest confidence and would be answered individually, even if the letter was not published in the magazine. Many may be surprised to learn that one hundred years ago, the 'agony uncle' was soothing away very much the same fears that crop up in contemporary advice columns.*** A MERRY MASTURBATOR Dear Doctor Jonathan, We laughed at the Nursery Rhymes For Our Times in the June Issue of The Oyster-perhaps you recall: There was a young man of high station Attached to the British legation.
He liked being fucked And adored being sucked But he revelled in pure masturbation! I am concerned because like that young continental gentleman, sometimes I am achieving more satisfaction out of playing with myself than actually fucking Alice, my girl friend. Indeed, if I had to choose between fucking Alice and the five
