I talked at some length with Rosemary, who was studying political economy at the nearby Bedford College. Although her father was the possessor of a vast hereditary estate in Cumberland, Rosemary had become an ardent Socialist. I had no great interest in politics (our family were to a man supporters of Mr. Gladstone and of course a distant cousin, Oliver Parsifal, has been for many years the Liberal MP for a Cornish constituency) but I was curious to know what had attracted this rich young girl to sit at the feet of Burns, O'Driscoll and Mann. Rosemary explained: 'We have witnessed during this century an unparalleled sudden increase in our powers of production, resulting in huge accumulations of wealth. But only the owners of capital have benefited, while for the great numbers there has been an increase only in misery and insecurity. Unskilled labourers are falling into destitution and even the best-paid artisans labour under the permanent menace of being thrown out of work in consequence of some of the continuous and unavoidable fluctuations of industry and caprices of capital. 'The chasm between the modern millionaire who squanders all in a vain, gorgeous luxury and the pauper reduced to a mere existence is growing more and more. The working classes will no longer endure this unfair division of society and in proportion, as all classes take a more lively part in public affairs, their longing for equality will rightly become stronger and their demands for reform become louder and louder until they can be ignored no more. 'The worker is entitled to claim his share in the wealth that he creates-not only in management of production but the additional well-being in the higher enjoyments of science and art. These claims conform with my natural feelings of justice and they find support in a daily growing minority amongst the privileged classes themselves.
'Socialism has thus become the idea of the nineteenth century and neither coercion nor pseudo-reforms can stop its further growth!'
This was quite a speech and we sat silently contemplating her words, which frankly made little sense to me, until Cecil broke the serious mood that had descended upon us by saying: 'Well, if Socialism means fair shares for all, then I am all in favour! Especially if it means a fair share of pussey!' he roared, tossing back a bumper of champagne and presenting the company with a capital stiff-stander.
But Kitty, between whose bum cheeks he had placed his prick, wriggled across to Rosemary saying: 'Oh, darling, you are such an orator. Let us celebrate your discourse with some love-making.'
And the two girls dissolved into a passionate embrace, kissing rapturously and thrusting their tongues into each other's mouths.
Rosemary clasped Kitty firmly by the buttocks whilst with two fingers of her right hand frigged the girl's bottom and pussey at the same time. She then laid Kitty down, kissing her lips gently whilst softly rubbing her huge breasts until the nipples stiffened into hard little cherry bullets. Then she stroked Kitty's pussey as the girl opened her legs wide giving a glorious view of the paraphernalia of love. She had a quite splendid mount covered with glossy black hair; the serrated lips of her cunt slightly parted from which projected quite three inches I am sure, a stiff fleshy clitoris as big as a thumb. Rosemary opened the lips with her fingers then bending her head down, passed her tongue lasciviously around the sensitive parts, taking that lovely clitty in her mouth, rolling her tongue around it and playfully biting it with her little teeth. It was exciting to watch and all too exciting for Kitty who cried: 'Oh! Oh! You make me come, darling!' as she spent profusely all over Rosemary's mouth and chin. 'Now it is my turn to repay the delicious pleasure I owe you,' sighed Kitty as she sat up and pulled Rosemary down beside her, kissing her rapturously and with her fingers, opening the pussey lips hidden in Rosemary's ginger bush and rolling on top of her, directing her stiff clitty into Rosemary's crack, closing the lips upon it with her hand in a novel yet delightful conjunction. Without separating for a moment, the girls writhed and rubbed against each other, swimming in a veritable sea of lubricity until they both reached the acme of pleasure and sank back exhausted, their arms wrapped tightly round each other. Cecil and I looked on in no little bewilderment. How were these girls introduced to all-girl sexual encounters? wondered my brother. 'I will tell you,' said Kitty. 'Like many women, I do not believe in picking up any strange man just for the sake of carnal desire, although just like you or any other man, I am in regular need of good satisfying orgasms. 'Then one day last summer in the Morning Telegraph I read a small advertisement that said: “Woman to Woman: A selective group of attractive ladies wish to meet others to join their circle. Write to Lady SL for full details.” 'I wondered whether this was one of the select private clubs that I knew existed in London where ladies meet to relieve each other's sexual, tension. I had heard how they fondle breasts, suck pussies and use dildoes on each other to achieve the peaks of pleasure and I found the idea somewhat fascinating. After all, it was better than sitting at home alone, playing with yourself! 'So I wrote to “Lady SL” (who turned out to be none other than Susannah Loomlane, whose sister Brenda was an old schoolfriend of mine back home in Hertfordshire and she invited me immediately to a meeting at her grand house in Lots Road, Chelsea. 'For the sake of the family fortunes, which had been badly depleted by some most unwise speculation by her Papa, Susannah had married a dour Edinburgh gentleman some years her senior, one Geoffrey Hurton, who spent more time in the Highlands tracking down antiquarian books for his library than in his own bedchamber.
Considering that Susannah was a most attractive lady in her middle twenties, I think I can say without fear of contradiction that not only was Sir Geoffrey a very great bookworm but an exceedingly foolish old fart! 'You must remember that at this time I was totally unaware of the joys of tribadism. Anyhow, I went round to Lots Road and Susannah showed me round her large home. A most interesting feature was a small cabin that had been erected in the garden. She told me that this is where her circle met regularly and I thought to myself that this seemed a small edifice for a ladies' meeting.
'But after I accepted her invitation to go inside, things became clearer. The floor of the cabin had been partially scooped out and a tiled bath-or perhaps a miniature swimming pool would best describe it-had been laid. It was fully plumbed with both hot and cold water and splashing around in the pool were two beautiful naked girls of about my own age, nineteen, whom Susannah introduced to me as Nancy and Alexandra. 'Do join us, Rosie,' said Nancy, shaking long blonde tresses of her away from her pretty face. Take off your clothes and jump in with us. The water is deliciously warm.' 'What a splendid idea,' said Susannah.' I have to entertain the artist Mr.
Lawrence Judd-Hughes for a while as I have to negotiate a fee for him to paint the charming views from our country home near Tunbridge Wells. But I am sure that Nancy and Alex will deputise most effectively as hostess whilst I am away.' 'I was somewhat shy at first but eventually I was persuaded to disrobe and I stepped gingerly into the pool. Actually, Nancy had been telling nothing but the truth, for the water was indeed nicely warm and we splashed around gaily.
Then, as I rested momentarily at the side of the pool, Alex began to rub my crotch with the palm of her hand. The sensation was frankly delicious and I relaxed totally. Soon, I found myself being seduced by the two harpies. On one side Nancy was caressing my breasts and tweaking my nipples to full erection whilst Alex ran her hands between my legs, playing with my clitty. 'It was very erotic, especially as Nancy began whispering what she would like to do to me. She was rubbing my breasts and kissing my titties whilst at the same time murmuring about all the sensual things she wanted to do to me-like how she wanted to stick her tongue up my cunt and rub her face all around my hot, wet crotch and suck my clitty till I spent! 'I was so fired up by her words that I took her hand and placed it next to Alex's between my legs. Her fingers became alive as she started diddling me. Then Alexandra said: 'You cannot eat pussey under water.'