'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 recalclass="underline" 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 fingered widow, I am not sure that I would not plump for a session with the five fingered widow. I have always enjoyed tossing off (for a start, one can choose one's own fantasy) and a recent occurrence also demonstrated to me the joys of taking oneself in hand. Alice stayed for the weekend recently and, early on Saturday morning, I decided to take an early morning stroll before breakfast to purchase a newspaper. When I returned home I padded softly up the stairs, not wishing to wake my dear lady friend. I opened the door as quietly as possible and, to my surprise, saw that she was engaged in a masturbatory exercise. She was lying totally naked on the bed and her legs were spread wide open. One hand was caressing her left breast, tweaking the nipple up to hardness, whilst the other hand was between her legs fingering her juicy pussey”. Her eyes were closed and she did not see or hear me as I stood framed in the doorway. I stood and stared for a minute or two and then went to the bathroom to pull out my erect, throbbing cock. I beat my meat until I shot a huge load of creamy spunk into the bath. My balls were completely drained and I experienced one of the best spends I have ever had in my entire life-I am thirty-seven years old-so I am wondering whether, after all, solitary sex is just as good as actual fucking. Incidentally, Alice told me later that she had seen me in the doorway that day but she was enjoying herself so much she pretended not to have noticed me and that she too is a devotee of frigging.-What do you think? Mr. Philip P. Pelham Street Manchester, Lanes DOCTOR JONATHAN REPLIES: