So we all got out of the huge tub, dried ourselves and went into an adjacent little room which was just big enough to accommodate a large double bed upon which had been laid the most luxurious silken sheets.
'I was gently laid down on the bed and Alexandra began to stroke the insides of my thighs, opening my legs to accommodate Nancy who began to lick and lap at my wet pussey, sending me into spasms of desire and wanting desperately to be fucked. The little minx was licking along the insides of my labia, not putting her tongue inside me. I told her how hot she was making me and how I could feel an orgasm coming on. I told her to finish me off by fucking me with her tongue but then I heard Alex's voice saying: 'It's all right, Rosie, dear, I'll do that for you.' 'I opened my eyes and saw that the sweet girl had strapped on a belt round her waist which at the front had attached a black wooden affair shaped exactly like a giant cock, complete with carefully fashioned balls. This was the first time I had seen a dildoe although of course I had read about these affairs in Doctor Roy Stevenson's famous manual-ah, I see you are acquainted with this excellent tome of which I believe no fewer than one million copies have been subscribed all over the world-so I was unsure as to what to expect. 'Anyhow, I spread-eagled my legs as Alexandra climbed on top of me, giving me a passionate kiss on the lips as she reached down and inserted the head of this wooden cock between my pussey lips. It certainly had the desired effect! I wrapped my legs around her waist and locked my ankles together. Then she leaned forwards and the dildo began to slide into my sopping cunney and I gasped with pleasure, urging her on. It took only a little while to get the rhythm right but once I did, I discovered that the dildo gave me great joy. Every time she thrust forwards it rubbed against my clitty and at the end of each thrust, when the dildo was in as far as it could go, it would rub into my deepest recesses and send sparks through my entire body. 'It only took a few minutes before I spent, my cunney disgorging a flood of love juice and Alexandra spent too, so fucking me that we both managed to finish off together. We had so much fun that afternoon, especially when Susannah returned to join in the games, that I have almost gone off fucking with men, and especially since I began to share my bed with Kitty.' 'Have you ever strapped on a dildo?' Cecil asked Kitty. 'Yes, quite often, although Rosie and I take turns to play the masculine role,' she replied. 'Something happens to me when I put one on. I feel powerful for suddenly I have a cock mounted between my legs and I can thrust it into another girl and give her an orgasm just like a man whilst I can enjoy one too! 'It's difficult to describe how this feels but the last thing I want to do is try to replace men. I still feel that there is nothing like sucking a good stiff cock and then fucking it! 'But playing around with other girls makes me randy. I remember one day last week Rosie and I were sitting on the bed, our legs spread apart and our fingers buried in each other's pussies when your Uncle Arthur walked in. I was almost ready to come and I wasn't about to let Rosemary stop what she was doing so I unbuttoned his trousers, took out his prick and sucked him off. Then when he had recovered he fucked us both. 'I enjoy threesomes of any computation of the sexes. I believe that threesomes offer the most intimacy. When there are three persons, you feel like you are sharing something very special. We don't have to worry about embarrassing ourselves and my, we can have such fun,' she added. Perhaps it was just as well that we had no further time to explore this newly proposed avenue of pleasure. For, as you may well imagine, dear reader, Cecil and I were by now completely hors de combat. I do not believe that either of us, after all the priapic exercises I have already described, could have managed another cockstand even at the appearance of Lily Langtry, Gwendolen Bracknell or even Jenny Everleigh who is reputed to have been fucked by both Lord Robert Cripps and Major General David Haines after a wild country house party in Cheshire. However, we left our ladies with the fondest salutations and the sworn promise to return to see them on our next visit to London. Whether Uncle Arthur would have approved is another story but as my wise older brother Cecil succinctly commented when I ventured to bring up this point: 'Uncle Arthur can go and fuck himself.' We were forced to catch a slow train back home as workmen were carrying out maintenance work to the railway tracks near Egham. It was a bright morning and I noticed a group of chattering magpies in a high treetop where they were fluffing up their feathers and fanning their long tails. 'Why are magpies supposedly unlucky, according to superstition?' I asked Cecil. I knew he was a one for such clever brain-teasers. My brother smiled and replied: 'Well, Teddy, the story goes that when Noah summoned the animals to enter the Ark, the magpies stayed outside to jabber maliciously at the drowning world. Another tale goes that they were further cursed with black and white plumage for refusing to go into full mourning with other birds at the Crucifixion. 'Some twerps actually doff their hats, spit towards the birds and say: 'Devil, devil, I defy thee. Two magpies, incidentally are supposed to be lucky, but all should be saluted by bowing and spitting. Mind, if you believe such nonsense, you deserve to have your arse kicked to the middle of next week!'
I laughed but noted his explanation. Even at this early age, I was already interested in folk-lore. By the time we reached our station, we were feeling somewhat randy and as Cecil had surreptitiously purchased a copy of The Pearl from a newsvendor at Victoria, we had divided the publication into two sections and had each taken a portion to read. 'Damn me, but it's amazing how quickly one recovers from a good spell of fucking!' commented Cecil, stroking the bulge between his legs. 'After reading this randy stuff, I could really do some girl a favour!' 'Me too, 'I said. 'Mind, we are lucky that we have such big pricks. There's that fat fellow Ivor What's-his-name in the fourth form whose cock can only measure a couple of inches on the dangle though I've never seen it ready for action.' 'Don't fall into a trap here,' advised Cecil. 'Other fellows tools will often appear to be bigger than your own. This is simply because you are looking at theirs from an angle whereas you see your own cock only by looking straight down on it which is why it always will appear to be larger when viewed in a mirror. 'And as for young Ivor, his prick will probably grow as he gets older. Our bodies all mature at different rates. Anyhow, size is unimportant except I suppose that there are quite a number of girls who get excited at the sight of a really big juicy cock. Many others, however, I am told are far more aroused by a manly chest or the slim flanks of an athlete.' But remember that there are times when small is beautiful! For example I can quote from the poet Alexander Pope who you may know was a man of very small stature. I think I can remember the very words he wrote to a lady who had dared to mock his size: 'You know where you did despise (T'other day) my little Eyes, Little Legs, and little Thighs, And some things, of little Size, You know where. You, 'tis true, have fine black eyes, Taper Legs and tempting Thighs, Yet what more than we all prize Is a Thing of little Size, You know where.'