Anonymous - The Oyster, Volume III

'Oh, come now, that's going a bit far!' protested Cecil.

'Indeed it is,' cried Kitty, a flush of anger now clearly visible on her face. 'I fully believe in the freedom of adults to do anything they like to each in bed as long as both consent and, as Mrs. Campbell says, they don't do it in the street and frighten the horses. But I enjoy having a strong, thick prick up my cunney just as much as a dildoe or even your wicked little fingers, so there!' 'Oooh! You cat!' squealed Rosemary and forgetting, perhaps, that Cecil and I were there, she sat down on the bed and stripped off her clothes in amazingly quick time. She possessed a boyish figure, with small but nicely rounded breasts and both her cherry-red nipples were like erect little stalks. She may have been small but she was strong for, before you could say Jack Robinson, she had turned Kitty on to her tummy and exposed her generous bum cheeks to our delighted gaze. Rosemary then began to smack Kitty's beautiful bum, lightly at first but then harder and in rapid succession until the poor girl cried out: 'Oh! Oh! Oh, no more, Rosie, I beg of you. No, no, no, no more. Ow! Ow! OW! Ooooh!' as she wriggled and winced as her skin turned from milk white to bright pink. 'Quiet now, Kitty!' snapped Rosemary. 'You have been a very naughty girl and all naughty girls get slapped. Besides I just adore to see your bum change colour. It should always have that pinkish tinge and anyway I love the way your bottom cheeks jiggle as I slap them!' By now, both Cecil's cock and my own were rock-hard as we watched this stimulating exhibition. In no time Cecil was on his knees next to Kitty who, despite her tingling bum, eagerly clamped her full red lips around Cecil's cock and began sucking his prick with unashamed gusto. 'Come here, you wretched boy!' Rosemary called out to me, without missing one beat of her rhythm as she continued to slap Kitty's bum. 'I suppose I must give you the same treatment for as a good Socialist I believe in fair shares for all!' I needed no second invitation as I jumped on the bed to complete the quartet.

Mercifully for Kitty's bum, Rosemary ceased her spanking and circled her hands around my pulsating prick which already had a blob of milky spunk on the knob. She jammed down my foreskin and bending low, lashed her tongue round my pole thudding away like a steamhammer. I could see that Kitty's ministrations with her mouth had already brought Cecil to the point of climax and Kitty greedily milked his cock of spunk as she sucked up noisily every drain of love-juice. Now Kitty raised herself on her hands and knees and lowering her pretty head began to kiss Rosemary's mossy ginger bush which I could see was already damp with excitement. Her pink tongue slipped effortlessly in and out of her friend's cunt. Now I pulled my prick out of Rosemary's mouth and positioned myself behind Kitty whose rounded bottom cheeks were moving in fine rhythm as she sucked contentedly on Rosemary's pussey.

The darling girl then reached out behind her and took hold of my throbbing cock and directed its purple domed knob to the glorious cheeks of her bum and to the tight-looking wrinkled brown hole that lay between them. Cecil thoughtfully plastered my prick with the pomade as I attacked the fortress with vigour. 'Aaah! Not so deep, my dear Teddy, not so deep! Oh, pray, enough-Oh! Oh! Ah, yes, you're there!' she shrieked. I rested a moment or two and then began slowly to pull in and out as I fucked her arse-hole. I could tell by the wriggling of her plump bum that she was enjoying it as much as I was and she took my hands to her front so that I could frig her cunt as all the while she licked and lapped at Rosemary's pussey which was now expelling a veritable flood of love-juice. Rosemary's wriggling about and the delicious contractions of her bum-hole brought down a copious discharge of the nectar of love. 'Oh, heavens!' she exclaimed. 'Ah! what pleasure I feel rushing into me! How hot it is and-yes, now I come too; it is running from me. My God! What delight! Ah, what lus-lus-luscious pleasure!' She almost swooned away in delight for as I was fucking her bum and frigging her clitty at the same time, she was procured of the exquisite double pleasure.

So you see, dear reader, both Kitty and Rosemary were capable of extracting pleasure from intimate relations with both genders, an ability which I must confess I do not share, keeping my bed strictly reserved for members of the female sex. We were now totally exhausted and so we refreshed ourselves with some more champagne. It was now so late that we sent word that we would not be returning to Sir Lionel's until after breakfast. I was concerned that Father would hear of our escapade but Cecil said: 'Don't worry, Teddy, Sir Lionel is a man of the world and Won't preach-and I don't think that Uncle Arthur will say anything when he finds out because if he says anything, he'll have to do an awful lot of explaining to Aunt Ada!'

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.