She squeezed my balls gently as I withdrew and the last creamy drops trickled down my thighs. I rolled back exhausted but Amelia pointed my head to the left where, holding the thick shaft at its base in both hands, Lucy was still sucking Pelham’s cock! It was obvious that they too had reached the crossing of the Rubicon as his prick jerked up and down and Lucy sucked as much as she could of the gushing cum as she gobbled the ruby head and her hands jerked up and down the shaft of his thick prick. Once he had shot his load we all lay back quite exhausted.

‘Let’s all snuggle up under the eiderdown,’ said Lucy sensibly, as we would be foolish to catch cold after our fun. Pelham lay on the outside next to Lucy whilst I was sandwiched between the two beautiful girls.

‘Oh, I love sucking cocks,’ said Lucy smacking her lips. ‘I would like to suck and suck but even Pelham here, who is one of the best, squirts off too quickly.’

‘Yes, that can happen,’ agreed Amelia. ‘But I also enjoy it very much stroking a cock gently, playing around until it is really stiff. Then I like to suck it, but I don’t really enjoy the spunk coming in my mouth.’

‘But that’s almost the best part,’ said Lucy. ‘I just adore a man who can shoot cream again and again. I find it so satisfying swallowing spunk as it squirts into my mouth. Nothing tastes as clean and fine as fresh sperm. You really should persevere, my dear, if for no other reason than that way you will never become pregnant!’

Amelia sighed and nodded agreement. ‘I suppose I must try harder.’ she said. ‘Mind, I can say that I have never had any complaints. You enjoyed fucking me just as much as being sucked off by Lucy, didn’t you, Pelham?’

‘Oh, indeed,’ said Pelham gallantly. ‘Both of you are absolutely top-hole, aren’t they, Andrew?’

‘Absolutely so," I said heartily, reaching out to rub Lucy’s mound with my right hand whilst my left hand strayed towards Amelia’s hairy cunny and I gently inserted a finger and began slipping it in and out of her juicy snatch. She wriggled slightly and laid her hands on my semi-tumescent organ, but continued her conversation.

‘I like to hold a stiff prick.’ Amelia said. ‘I like to put it in my cunt and to hold his balls while we are fucking. I think many girls lose much pleasure by not letting themselves relax.’

‘That’s just what I told Pelham to do-to relax completely,’ I chimed in.

‘I think I need to do that right now. I feel quite shattered,’ groaned Pelham.

‘I think Andrew still has something left over,’ laughed Amelia as she rubbed my foreskin up and down leaving the ruby-domed head uncovered.

I thought it best not to show Pelham I could still fuck again so quickly so I moved Amelia’s hand away.

‘Let’s rest for a little while,’ I suggested.

‘Oh, very well,’ said Amelia. ‘I think that shows that we are not really the weaker sex, are we, Lucy?’

‘Certainly not, my dear Amelia, far from it,’ smiled Lucy.

Now I remembered how arousing it could be for Lucy to recount one of her erotic encounters and I suggested that she told us a story from her past.

‘Oh, very well,’ she said. ‘You two might feel jealous, but one of the most satisfying sexual affairs I ever took part in concerned another girl.’

‘This should be worth hearing.’ I replied. ‘We’ll all listen quietly to you.’

Lucy sat up and began her tale. She was a born storyteller and we listened in silence as she began:

‘Only recently a clever girl said to me that if you want to understand something you must face it naked. She was expressing herself in philosophical terms as the role of philosophy might well be said to extend and deepen our own self-awareness. This is true also in the field of sexual relations. We must experience everything in the conceptual framework to truly aid our understanding, and it is proper for intellectual groups to make this particular sort of effort at self-comprehension. Until recently, if I may now recall my own personal experience, I had never enjoyed the experience of an amatory affair with one of my own sex, for at my school I always had a bedroom to myself. However, at a reception given by my uncle, Doctor White, some months ago, I found myself deep in conversation with a jolly girl named Kate Wilson. I don’t think any of you have had the pleasure of meeting her, though her papa is an old acquaintance of Doctor White from their days at Cambridge University. He is now a diplomat and Kate travels with him often in Europe. Last year they were away nearly three months in Central America. However, I digress, and must return to the point of this tale.

‘Kate was an extremely pretty girl with lovely firm and rounded breasts, a narrow waist but with a generous posterior and long shapely legs. Her complexion was somewhat darker than mine due perhaps to the considerable amount of travel she had undertaken, but it was set off well by silken hair almost as blonde as mine. She had large sensuous eyes and her flesh was as firm and smooth as ivory. We were the only females present and I soon gained the permission of Doctor White to escort my new friend to my rooms as the conversation was not of interest to us. I showed her around and as she inspected my bedroom she pounced on a copy of The Pearl which I had inadvertently left on my bedside table.

‘"Heavens, how did you come by this book?" she asked. I began to stammer a reply but she chuckled and said: "Please do not be alarmed. I am neither shocked nor am I against people reading what they will. But the trouble with these smutty books is that they are all about men and women poking. Am I not correct?"

‘Yes, I suppose this is true," I answered. "Ah, but have you read about the joys of loving between women?" she continued. "I am sure that you have never read anything about that, let alone experienced such pleasure." I had to confess the truth of her observation though I had heard Doctor White mention this phenomenon in a lecture.

‘I am somewhat ignorant," I said. "Although my uncle tells me that there is a famous German professor who calls love between girls moral insanity because of its essential contrariness. And Professor Mantagazza classes it ‘an error of nature’," I continued glibly. ‘Such conduct is called a sickness by doctors though I am more tolerant, even if I still believe that there is nothing to beat the gorgeous feeling of pleasure occasioned by a thick tool entering one’s damp cunt.’

‘"How do you know?" said Kate hotly. "In the women’s club I belong to (the Holly and the Ivy Circle just off Regent Street), most of us feel that there is something better." And before I knew it she kissed and hugged me so lovingly that at first I felt slightly confused and, although we were all alone and no one was in the least likely to disturb us, I felt my face burn with pink blushes as her hot kisses on my lips made me all atremble. Her touches fired my blood and the way she sucked my tongue seemed truly delicious.

‘Suddenly we were locked together on my bed and her hot moist lips pressed down on my mouth as I responded as our tongues licked deeply inside each other’s mouths. We rocked to and fro until she suddenly pulled away, stood up and undressed. I must tell you that the sight of her beautiful naked body sent shivers of desire up and down my spine. Her full breasts stood firm and her brown teats and rock-hard nipples contrasted excitingly with her smooth golden skin and large amount of crinkly hair covering her love mound that bulged between her long slim legs. I threw off my own clothes and in a flash she was on top of me, rubbing my titties to full erection between her fingers. She then gently eased her hands down between my legs to allow access to my own yearning cunny that was already moist, even before she began to stroke my clitoris until my little button protruded stiffly. I lifted myself up and buried my face between her breasts making her titties shake with desire. I then lay back and massaged her deep breasts, stroking her titties to new peaks of hardness.

‘Our pussies ground together as she sucked one of my own hard nipples making me squeal with excitement. I rubbed my pussy even harder against her until we were both practically on the brink of the ultimate pleasure. Kate gurgled with pleasure and she lowered her head towards my sopping quim and slipped her warm, wicked tongue through my cleft, prodding my little clitty, tonguing me to a little series of pleasure peaks. Our hands were everywhere, grabbing and squeezing and writhing together as our bodies locked, demanding release. "Lucy, my darling, where’s your hand? Here, put it there, rub your finger on my crack, just there," she whispered. I frigged her passionately until I ducked my head between her splayed thighs and buried my mouth in the moist and succulent padding of curls in which nestled her cunny. I had a glorious view of the paraphernalia of love. A splendid mount covered with curly black hair; the serrated vermilion lips of her cunt slightly parted from which projected quite three inches a stiff fleshy clitty as big as a man’s thumb. I opened the lips with my fingers, passed my tongue lasciviously over the most sensitive parts, took that glorious clitoris in my mouth, rolling my tongue around it, and playfully biting it with my teeth. It was too much for Kate and with a cry of, "Oh! Oh! You make me come, darling Lucy!" she spent profusely all over my mouth and chin.

‘I continued to move my tongue along the velvety grooves of her cunt, licking and sucking the delicious juices that ran down like a stream, mixing with my own saliva. With each stroke of my tongue, Kate arched her body in ecstacy, pressing her fully erect clitty up against my flickering tongue. "Oh, Lucy!" she gasped, wrenching my mouth from her trembling slit. "Heavens! Pull my clit! Hard! You won’t hurt me!" Gripping it in my fingers I tugged vigorously as she writhed her hips wildly beneath me. After a brief rest she rolled me over onto my back.

"Now it’s my turn to repay the delicious pleasure I owe you," she sighed, kissing me rapturously, and sucking my tongue into her mouth so that I could scarcely catch my breath. With her fingers she opened my crack as wide as possible, then directing her fingers to the passage she probed into my most sensitive regions as only a woman would have known. Her fingers tickled round the hood of my clitty and when the little red love-bean broke from its pod, I at last had the courage to caress her own sweet body. Gladly she let her heavy breasts rest in my keen hands. I squeezed her tawny lips and then I came before I really wanted to, soaking her fingers with my pent-up juices. I sighed with utter bliss as my hands ran over her delicious body with frantic ecstasy. I cupped her breasts and stroked her buttocks and my fingers ran up the groove in between them and round and round… and then she pushed her head deep down between my legs and she was tonguing me to new peaks. She drove her wicked tongue right into the ring of my cunt and tossed it round the quivering walls, withdrew it, then plunged it in again deeply, rapidly in and out, in and out.

‘Frantically she attacked my engorged clitty-a short, thick point of pulsating lust-as I groaned with sensual desire. She pulled away momentarily and then in a trice our bodies were locked together as she directed her own stiff clitty to the juicy passage she had opened up and she seemed to stuff it all in, lips and all, closing my cunt lips upon it and holding them together tightly with her hand. I can hardly express to you how novel and delightful this new conjunction was to me. We were both so heated as our spendings mingled together that we reached new heights of erotic fury. Without separating for a moment she rubbed and pushed about inside me, the lips and hair of her darling cunny titillating the sensitive parts in the most thrilling fashion. We swam in a veritable sea of lubricity until at last, sated with pleasure we lay panting together, almost swooning from the frenzy of our emissions.

‘It was a warm evening and we recovered our strength while we lay naked on the bed. "Was not that perfect bliss, my dear Lucy?" asked Kate.

‘"It was certainly a most pleasing experience," I rejoined. "However, I still maintain that a really good fuck with a boy is even nicer."

‘"I have enjoyed ordinary fucking," said Kate, "and it is true that it is certainly more pleasurable than most other activities."

‘Then, to my horror, there was a knock on the door, and I remembered that I had asked one of the fifth form boys whom I tutor in French to give me the exercise I had prepared for him earlier that day. "Who can that be?" asked Kate with a note of worry in her voice.

"It is Charlie Watkins, a fifth form boy who has an exercise to give me," I whispered.

"Well, let’s use him to see if you prefer boys to girls after all," she said.

‘My blood was still up so I padded across to the door, still quite nude, and opened it wide. ‘There stood sturdy young Master Watkins, a regular Adonis of a boy, rather slim, tall and dark, with a beautifully plump rosy face, dark hair and dark fiery eyes.

‘"Come in, Charlie, don’t be afraid," I said gaily. "I would like you to meet Kate, a dear friend of mine who would like you to fuck her. I’m sure that you will be a good sport and join in the fun."

‘His eyes sparkled as I had never seen before. I should have guessed that he had yet to prove his manhood, and before I could close and lock the door, the bold boy had slipped out of his clothes and was on the bed with Kate.

‘She reached down and encircled his fast-swelling young cock. I watched as she massaged it until it grew stiff and erect. She was now completely engrossed and unaware of my presence as she leaned over and took the ruby-headed knob between her lips, jamming down his foreskin and lashing her tongue round the rigid shaft. Then she sucked hard, taking at least half his tool into her mouth while her hands played with his rather small balls. She opened her mouth further and took the dome and stem further into the depths of her mouth, extending her tongue down to lick the soft underfolds of skin along the base of the shaft. She sucked with a firm motion as she slid her lips up and down the rock-hard cockshaft, gulping noisily as the head of his grand tool slid along the roof of her mouth to the back of her throat.

‘"That is exquisite," groaned my fine young man, and from the manner of his fast breathing and twitching cock, I knew that he could not last too long and was fast approaching his climax. Kate had surmised this as well and she pulled her head up and whispered urgently: "I want your cock inside me. Lie down on your back, I want to ride you."

‘He did not wait to be asked twice. He lay on the bed with his cock poking straight up. Kate quickly straddled him with her now ravenous pussy engulfing his prick, sliding down the not inconsiderable length of it until it was buried to the hilt. As soon it was lodged deep inside, she became frantic, sliding up and down, swaying back and forth with her hips as he arched up to meet her wild thrusts. This was too much for poor Charlie who began pumping faster and faster and his face reddened as his breathing quickened even further. My own juices had just begun dribbling down my legs for as you can imagine, this was most exciting to view, when Charlie came with great spurts of spunk that shot out of his prick all over Kate’s lovely flat belly.

‘This was too much for me to bear and I jumped on the bed and took hold of the sperm-coated cock, grasping hold of the now semi-erect monster. But after only a few quick rubs up and down, Charlie’s cock was up to its full majestic height again and I lay back and opened my legs to receive him. He lowered himself gently on top of me and his lovely rod slipped into my hungry cunt. He began pumping up and down in a steady rhythm and my body surged upwards to meet his as every pounding jab struck home. I managed to slow him down, making sure that on each stroke the whole of his marvellous cock slid in and out of me like a piston. His eyes were closed and he had a dreamy look on his pretty face as his hands fondled my breasts. I whimpered with joy at every thrust and the climax came, shooting through the whole of my body, taking away every other sense as I tossed and turned in delight. My hands thrust into his back, my cunt thrusting upwards in a mad effort to cram even more of that magic hardness further inside me as his balls banged against my bottom. I tensed to drain every last drop until, as my clitty throbbed from its explosion of fulfilment, his tool jerked wildly inside me and he shot a superb load of creamy jism into me as our juices mingled happily and our hairy mottes crashed together as we reached that fabulous plateau of pleasure.

‘He rolled back exhausted but I thought that the young fellow-me-lad could perform at least one service. My hands ran around the cluster of thick black hair around his tool and I let my mouth travel along that lovely blue vein that ran along the shaft to the uncovered dome at the end of his glorious knob. Even though Charlie’s prick was limp, it still looked capable and as you know, I love to fondle a prick and feel it throb and swell as my hand grasps the shaft and begins rubbing it up and down. Very soon, Charlie’s cock had swelled up and I gently kissed the purple dome as I eased his foreskin up and down until his strong young weapon stood smartly to attention.

‘His prick was throbbing furiously now in my mouth and I greedily gobbled the pulsating tool as I looked up to Charlie with twinkling eyes. He lifted himself to cup my breasts with his hands, deftly flicking my nipples with his nails. I began to give him sharp little licks on his swollen rod followed by a series of quick kisses up and down the stem, encompassing his hairy balls and running to that amazingly sensitive zone between his prick and arsehole. I thrust his cock in and out of my mouth in a quickening rhythm-deep into my throat and out again with my little pink tongue licking at the tip at the end of each stroke, lapping up the drops of creamy white fluid that were beginning to ooze out of the tiny eye at the top of his lovely knob.

‘As soon as I felt that he was on the verge of coming, I made ready to swallow his love juice. Charlie thrust upwards and his cock shuddered violently between my lips, and then in one long spasm he released his spunk, first a few early shoots and then crash! My mouth was filled with juicy, gushing foam as his cock bucked uncontrollably as I held it lightly between my teeth. I let it flow sweetly down my throat, gently worrying his now spongy knob with my tongue to stimulate it as much as possible and then, very gradually, I allowed the wet shaft to slide free.

‘The three of us continued to suck and fuck until sheer exhaustion compelled us to separate. I discovered that Kate had already arranged to sleep in one of our guest-rooms whilst it was not difficult to smuggle Charlie back to his dormitory. In this short narrative it would be impossible to describe everything we did at great length, but I can assure you that our worship of Venus and Priapus led the three of us to hours in Paradise!’

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This voluptuous narrative had stirred my blood and Amelia, whose appetite for Pamour was the equal of my own, quickly perceived that I was aroused. She stroked my now rampant prick, admiring its smoothness, its large uncapped head, red and glowing with the heat that was raging inside it. So, gently laying her down and placing a pillow under the half-moons of her firm bum cheeks, with my hands I gently pushed her legs as wide apart as they would go, exhibiting to my gaze the gaping lips of her cunt, ready and open to receive my throbbing cock, which by now had raised its foaming head erect against my belly. Laying myself down upon Amelia, I made her take hold of my prick and put it in, but so firm and erect was it that she could barely bend its head down to the entrance of her dripping cunny. So magnificent was the erection that I had difficulty in entering the dear girl, despite the stretching her pussy had previously received from our exertions. Drawing myself back to wet the head of my charger with some spittle, I slowly shoved away until my balls banged against her bottom hole. I moved slowly in and out at first, building up to such a speed that we soon both melted away, giving us both the maximum enjoyment of a joint spend.

Watching our couplings stirred both Pelham and Lucy, and I sensed that both were now ready for one last joust of a splendid evening’s entertainment. Lucy lay face down and buried her pretty face well into the pillows. Immediately Pelham raised himself to kneel behind the delicious girl, clasping his arms around her waist and manoeuvring his glowing, iron-hard prick between the cheeks of her lovely bottom.

‘What an adorable bottom,’ he exclaimed. ‘May I have the pleasure of inserting my rod au derridre?’

‘Of course you may,’ smiled Lucy. ‘But do be careful as you poke me as we have no cold cream readily available.’ He made no answer but thrust his cock towards the wrinkled little bum-hole that beckoned his throbbing tool. Lucy whispered to me to aid my friend who was totally inexperienced at bottom fucking.

‘Ease into her slowly but firmly, old boy,’ I murmured. ‘Here, let me assist you.’ I took hold of his pulsating shaft and eased the glowing dome of his noble weapon between Lucy’s superb cheeks which were waiting to be split. He pushed forward but found difficulty in penetrating, so with my fingers I moistened the gleaming, rubicund dome with spittle and again placed it aright. This ministration achieved the desired effect and his prick quickly enveloped itself between the in-rolling cheeks of that mouth-watering bum. A little fearful at first in case he injured the darling girl, Pelham pushed slowly at first but then realised that he was now absorbed well enough in her tight little orifice and began to work himself with vigour, pushing his whole body forwards and backwards, making her bottom cheeks slap loudly against his belly as she moaned deeply with delight. His prick was now fully ensconced in her warm, tight arsehole and he screwed up his eyes in sheer bliss.

‘My love, my desire!’ he cried out as he bent over Lucy to fondle and weigh her lush breasts and erect titties. As she waggled her arse provocatively she lifted her head from the pillow and we could all see that there was no doubt of her total enjoyment of Pelham’s thick rod pounding in and out of her gorgeous bum.

‘Now, Pelham, now!’ she gasped, and he needed little effort to obey as he flooded her bum-hole with such vibrant shoots that one could almost view the ripples of orgasmic joy that ran down Lucy’s spine as she shuddered to her climax. As she artfully wriggled her bottom, spout after spout of creamy spunk filled her juicy hole as with a succulent plop, Pelham withdrew his glistening shaft and sank back upon his haunches as the exquisite spendings melted away to a tiny blob of white spunk on the tip of his cock.

We continued to fuck, suck and gamahuche until almost half past eleven and the lustful orgy drew to a close. Our passions were sated and we were all more than ready to fall into the arms of Morpheus. Pelham and I wished the girls a loving goodnight and made our way back to our rooms. We both slept extremely well until the rising-bell awoke us from our slumbers. A new day had dawned and this day too had its charms which I will now recount.

continued

Notes;

1. During my visit to London for studies where we had an Old Ancestral Home, I stumbled on a family treasure. Apart from other things I also found a hump of books, diaries, and notes in the treasure which contained classic, Age-old, Erotic books, Novels, and Magazines probably collected by my Ancestors. They are all timeless and precious. They are a must-read for all erotica lovers.

2. The Original Authors of most of these Stories/Letters or Articles are long dead or Anonymous.

3. The "Other" Classic Victorian Magazine of Erotica. No one wrote erotica better than the Victorians. Classic celebrations of the senses like Fanny Hill, My Secret Life, and Venus in Furs just flowed from their pens. The most celebrated erotic journal of the Victorian era was the justly famous, The Pearl, whose once banned pages introduced many an erotic masterpiece to the world. The Pearl's fame is rivaled only by that of its successor. For, according to the apparently authoritative and comprehensive Introduction by Antoinette Hillman-Straus, when The Pearl went out of business, a new publication rose to fill the gap, The Oyster. Displaying a totally uninhibited and delightfully erotic style, the Oyster was written anonymously and privately distributed. The Oyster was largely forgotten until an obscure edition was rediscovered in the 1980s, in the wake of the success of revived editions of The Pearl. Like its predecessor, the revive Oyster went on to become a bestseller in our time, a classic work whose style and de***********ions are so frank they still have the power to shock and compel 21st-century readers.

4. Out of the aforesaid collection, presenting 'The Oyster: The Scandalous Victorian Magazine of Erotica Volume 1.'

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