Pauline

CHAPTER X

There is little to tell of the month that followed my entrance into the famous Cupid's Nest. For almost the entire month, I fully enjoyed myself there. Nights when I did not care to go, I gave my key to one of the girls though they were in no great need of men. They knew everybody in Pest and men were the easiest things in the world for them to get.

The novelty soon wore off, and we were again looking for new experiences. The girls brought me to a fancy-dress party. This one was different though, in that we had to wear masks the whole evening and not disclose our identity to anyone. There were also not to be any romantic interludes or quick passionate meetings. The whole affair took on a rather highbrow feel to it, which I, at first, found uncomfortable. I had become accustomed to the lewd, open, unabashed life-style I'd been leading. Every man was dressed in evening attire-complete with intricate neckwear. The women dazzled in beautiful, but very modest, gowns. No plunging necklines in this group! I would have been vastly underdressed for the occasion had not Anna and Nina, knowing my wardrobe, brought an appropriate outfit. There was a very talented group of musicians playing rather subdued music, low enough to allow for conversation, yet also appropriate for dancing. People mingled freely and carried on conversations with ease. But never did the guests reveal their identities; introductions were skipped altogether. I stood talking to groups of people, or dancing politely with some impeccably dressed man, and suddenly it dawned on me what was the attraction to such a gathering. The sexual tension in the air was more intense, indeed more palpable, than at some of the orgies I had attended. I realized that because each of the people in the room knew there was to be no “free love” or lewd displays, they were more sharply focused on sex than they would otherwise be. The rules of behavior had been carefully drawn so as to create an atmosphere of unbridled lust, hidden beneath a veneer of polite society manners.

I'll never know whether this cultivated atmosphere heightened my senses or whether I was just destined to meet the next man with whom I would fall in love at this strange party. I saw him on the dance floor partnering a rather nondescript woman. He was tall, broad shouldered, and behind his mask, I could tell that his features were sharply chiseled and handsome. I knew in a flash, with not one slight doubt, that he would become my lover. I moved through the room trying to get closer to him. The dynamics of the crowd, though, were such that, every time I came within a few yards of him, the current of humanity would carry one or the other of us off in the wrong direction. Either I was pulled onto the dance floor, or he was drawn into conversation with a group of people, or Anna and Nina would drag me over to talk to some new people. I could stand no more of this suspense. I knew in my heart that we were destined to meet, but mere consequences were keeping us apart. The situation heightened my desire even more. I could feel my pussy moistening beneath that oh-so-proper gown. If this continued, I would soon be dripping my pearly juices upon the dance floor.

So sure was I that things had to work out as I'd imagined them-that we'd find ourselves alone all of the sudden when partners were changed during a dance, or out on the balcony when we both found ourselves in need of air-I almost didn't notice that he was making his exit. Hat in hand, he was nodding to a few people and making his way to the door. With unseemly haste, I grabbed Anna by the hand and pointed out the man to her. “I must know who he is. I must meet him. I am in love,” I said with a plaintive whine in my voice. Anna peered after the departing figure of the man I'd indicated and said, “That is entirely against the rules. You were told what this party was to be like,” she said reprovingly. “Besides, I don't know who he is."

I was devastated. It couldn't be possible that a man I wanted could be so out of reach. I remained sullen for a week after that strange, polite affair. Worried at my downcast demeanor and listlessness, Anna and her sister began a discreet, but intense, search for my mystery man. They made no progress. Undaunted, they came up with a brilliant idea. They decided that we should throw a party of our own. It would be held at their house and there would be no formal guest list. Anna and Nina invited all of the people they suspected were at the ball where I'd seen him and told them to invite anyone else they knew. Since the society was small and close-knit, people tended to appear at all the same functions. Surely my intended lover would show up!

The appointed hour came and, all of the preparations completed, we stood, wearing masks, in a sort of receiving line conversing amongst ourselves. We had planned the party as a costumed affair, like the other had been, but the rules of introduction were to be quite a bit looser-and hopefully the sexual tension that built up wouldn't be unrequited. Then, quite suddenly I thought, the doors were thrown open and several women and girls entered.

"Our guests are arriving,” whispered Nina. “The elite of the male sex will be coming along soon now.” Pointing them out one by one, I found myself gazing upon a dozen or more members of the highest society.

I was still holding my mask in my hand and the two sisters were still wearing theirs. Couples, arm in arm, were constantly passing us. Those who recognized me stopped, and I couldn't help but chat for a while. The hours flew by and still he hadn't shown up! Most of the guests had abandoned their masks, as well as their polite manners, and were pairing off. Anna and Nina had stripped some time ago, giving the signal that this party was to be completely different from that earlier one. Others caught on quickly. Couples were ascending and descending the stairs, and all were stark naked.

Those descending seemed more at ease; those ascending seemed in a hurry, and the reason was obvious. The sight of so much nakedness was proving too much for the gentlemen, young and old, and the amorous maidens were hurrying them to the various bedrooms that they might reduce the hard-ons and, at the same time, cool their own raging passions.

Standing with Anna and me in a little balcony overlooking the festivities, Nina laughingly said, “Our party is getting under way with a bang."

"I can quite understand how those girls must feel,” I said. “The sight of all those thrilling stiff pricks has aroused me too."

She produced a bottle and glasses, and after we had drunk a toast, wishing for my success in finding just the prick I was searching for, the sisters slipped away. I laughed, for it was plainly written on their faces what was troubling them.

I turned and headed for the room the girls had prepared for me and my mystery man. I remember commenting when they had showed it to me, “You seem to take it for granted that I have already won him."

"You will,” they said enigmatically

"Just as soon as he lays his eyes upon that delightfully pretty little thing between your thighs,” Anna said, placing her arms about me, “he'll be sure to fall in love with you."

I slipped inside and shrugged off my last garment, meaning to relax for a few moments before continuing my search. I started when Nina called out to me. Heart pounding, I hurried down the stairs with her. We made our way through the laughing, happy couples, Nina playfully touching a pussy here or grasping and squeezing an erect prick there.

Such an assemblage is bound to become the least bit unruly, but to their everlasting credit, not a man so much as touched me, though some of the girls were less careful.

Into the ballroom at last, Nina led me through the maze of people. They were standing everywhere, and I wondered how they would ever find room to dance. Some four hundred persons were there, and every one as naked as a newborn babe. Stiff pricks were everywhere and were boldly stroked by giggling girls.

Few gave us any attention at all; they were too busy with their own partners, and two more naked girls meant little to them.

Gaining a far corner, Nina said, “I've never seen them so free as they are tonight-I wonder what could have gotten into them."

"Isn't a little playful fun allowed?” I asked.

"Of course. The sky's the limit; it's simply that I have never seen this high-society set act with such freedom before!"

I could see she was excited at all this. I said: “It's just possible that some hot-blooded maiden will so forget herself as to take possession of one of those noble-looking pricks right here among the other guests."

Her eyes brightened and she said, “You may just be the one to lose control in such a manner. I want to introduce you to Ferry, your future lover!"

I found myself face to face with the man she had called Ferry. He was talking to two girls, and like them, he was stark naked, sandals on the soles of his well-formed feet being his only covering.

A smile lighted up his handsome face at sight of me, and he came forward, gently pushing the others out of his way. Grasping both my hands in his, he said, “I have been anxious to meet you. I wanted to talk to you at that endlessly boring party, but I couldn't get near you. I was called out of town on business after that, but upon my arrival, I heard about this party and knew it was my chance. I'm glad to see you've abandoned your mask. How beautiful you are."

My breath was quite taken away now that I was finally standing in front of him, looking up into his gorgeous face, for he was as handsome as I'd imagined. “But you, too,” I returned, smiling, “are without a mask."

He laughed. “I'm afraid a little thing like a mask would be poor covering for me,” and he dropped his eyes in a significant manner.

My gaze followed his, and what I saw thrilled me to the core! I heard Nina give a little startled gasp! Turning quickly, I saw the wild light in her eyes, and she nodded. Returning my gaze to his, I said, “I am glad for your lack of covering.” We stood staring into each other's eyes for a long moment. Then I said, “I'm dreadfully angry at you, my dear!"

"Angry? Whatever have I done to arouse your anger?"

I moved closer-close enough to feel the smooth head of his stiff prick touching my belly! Those standing close enough to hear now turned their gaze toward us and stood listening! A wave of uncontrollable lust swept over me! I remembered Nina's challenge!

"I am angry at you for neglecting me that night!"

"But what did I do?” he asked, slipping his arm about my nude waist and drawing me close. “Tell me, my dear, what did I do?” He said this in a much lower tone.

"It wasn't what you did, you dreadful man,” I said. “It's what you did not do that annoyed me! Do realize how much I wanted you!"

"My dear, I'm sorry. Really I am. And I'll see that it never happens again. Never!"

"And that isn't all,” I said, becoming more and more daring. “Can you not tell that I want-this?” As I spoke, I placed one hand upon his glowing prick and worked it up and down! I heard another gasp, this time from my left, and it wasn't Nina, either. Turning and taking a quick glance, I noted several eyes upon us; I became more daring!

"Oh, but I'm dreadfully sorry, my dear. Had I but known, I would have fought my way to your side."

I thought him rather nonchalant about it. “Nonsense!” I answered, quickening the motion of my hand. “What else could you have thought, seeing me chasing you through that crowd. I wanted you to fuck me! But never mind, you shall not escape me again, for right here you are going to fuck me!"

And then, with a quick motion, I pressed that noble prick down to my aching slit! My other hand spread the lips apart, and standing on tiptoe, I directed the glowing head to it, pressed against it, and felt it glide in! Too late to resist me now, had he cared to, and overcome, undoubtedly, by the feel of my warm cunny clasped about his raging hard pole, he grasped me in his arms! His hands slid down to my bare bottom! He raised me and at the same time, drew me close, penetrating me to his balls! My arms slid about his neck; my thighs instinctively rose and clasped themselves about his waist, and I found myself sitting, as it were, upon his hard dart, the head of which I felt lodged far up within me!

Still in this position, he carried me through the mass of packed humanity! Gasps came from every side.

"Oh darling! Oh, lover! Give me your darling cock! Fuck me!” I cried, not caring who heard.

Do you want to know what happened there that night, my dear? Yes?

Then listen: On every side, men were clasping women in their arms. I had started a new vogue. Bedrooms were no longer necessary for that act. Couples were copying our action-but all this I knew nothing about for hours. Remember, I had nothing like this for several days, and this, coupled with a most unholy desire for this man, made me blind to anything else that might have been going on about me. I was sitting, as I have already said, upon that hard prong, the head of which seemed to lodge up between my hipbones. The up and down movements upon it at his every step, and the cries from the crowd around us, aroused my passion to a fever pitch.

My only thought was that I at last possessed my lover! The man I loved with all my heart was carrying me off-where to I knew not and cared less! With me resting on his palms as easily as though I were a child, he carried me into a room, lay me upon the bed, and fucked me as I had never been fucked before!

Ferry must have been wild for it because he spurted inside me twice before he withdrew and lay down by my side. How long we lay thus I do not know. I kept no track of time; it was an almost continuous performance. Kisses, embraces, naughty words whispered into each other's ears, dainty touches, kisses showered upon each other's love-parts-all came in turn.

There was a dim light in our room, and now, for the first time, I realized where I was. I was in the very room Anna and Nina had set aside for me! “How did you manage to bring me to this room, you naughty man?” I asked, cuddling closer in his arms and kissing him.

"It's the one that was set aside for us."

"Us?” I said, mystified.

He nodded. “Us,” he answered. “Are you sorry?"

It was such a funny thought. Why should I be sorry when I had planned it all.

"Of course I'm not sorry, or angry either, you dear,” I cooed. Ferry was just the man I'd been looking for. There wasn't anything he could suggest that I wouldn't have done then. I turned and pressed my face into his crotch, my delighted tongue doing a veritable dance upon his again-stiff member. He didn't last long under such a concerted assault, and flooded my mouth within minutes.

I pulled away. “Satisfied now?” I asked, turning to him again.

"You're a peach,” he said, kissing me again and again, “and I love you, my darling!"

I saw Nina grinning at the door. “What happened, dear?” I asked.

She laughed. “What didn't happen? You two no more than left the lower floor when all hell broke loose. It's a wreck down there. Heaving bodies are strewn all over the place."

"Oh, dear, I'm sorry,” I said, “but you brought it all upon yourself, if you remember."

"Oh, I'm not complaining; it was worth it. You started a new vogue, and after this, masks will be decidedly out."

"And where were you all this time?” I asked.

"When I wasn't watching you two lovers,” she laughed, “I was in the other room,” she said, motioning toward the room she just left, “in my lover's arms."

"And where is he now?” I asked. “Why don't you bring him in here?"

She shrugged her shapely shoulders. “I haven't a derrick, so I guess I'll have to leave him there."

"Drunk?” I asked.

Ferry answered the question: “Fucked almost to death, I would say."

Nina laughed. “You're not so far wrong, my dear,” she said, reaching across me and grasping his prick and shaking it. “The one I had is a single-shot affair."

"Be careful the one you're holding doesn't fire in the air,” laughed Ferry.

"As though I'd let it be wasted!” she said gravely, and leaning over me, she took it between her lips, pushing it well back into her mouth.

And so we spent the rest of the night, Nina remaining with us and sharing in the pleasures.

But that wasn't the end of the affair by any means. No, indeed. Would you believe it, my dear, that the whole incident was aired in the papers, and that several divorces were brought about as a direct result of it? Nor did it end there. My manager, having heard of it and finding that I, his prima donna, had taken an important part in the affair, promptly canceled my contract and closed the show. Oh, I can tell you the thing caused no end of trouble. I was obliged to remain in my rooms for days and days; crowds hovered about outside waiting for a glimpse of me.

But this, strangely enough, I didn't mind. Ferry had come to my apartment with me, and since he was forced to remain with me during the entire time, it wasn't so bad for me after all. You may rest assured that we put our time to good advantage.

Every afternoon we entertained my friends. Anna and Nina became constant visitors, and now that the opera was closed and I had all the time in the world, it was one continuous round of pleasure.

Ferry was my established lover, and because we were of the same mind in many things, we received our guests in any manner of dress or undress we happened to be in. Many times I appeared before them in complete nakedness; Anna and her sister would strip as soon as they entered, and it wasn't long before we found we had started a new fad. Nakedness became the vogue. Handsome men and girls, ever seeking a thrill, became daily visitors. Nudity wasn't enough; sex and all its particulars were freely discussed. I recall one afternoon there were ten or twelve persons present, and since it was warm, everyone had stripped off their clothes. Rose had been kept busy serving drinks, and tongues had loosened somewhat. Two girls were discussing the various sensations they enjoyed most. Each was a recognized mistress to some man, but one of them, thinking to be a little different, said, “I wouldn't snap my finger for the man who couldn't satisfy me without Frenching me between times."

She didn't finish her statement, however, before Ferry interrupted her by saying, “And I wouldn't snap my fingers for the girl who wouldn't welcome the tip of my tongue whenever I wanted to give it to her, nor would I bother my head with the girl who wouldn't take the head of my prick between her lips and suck it."

This left the others more or less breathless for the moment, and it was a beautiful black-haired girl who turned a rather embarrassing moment into what became the turning point in the affairs that were to take place in our apartment after that.

The girl in question happened to be laying full length upon one of the couches, her head resting upon her lover's thigh, which she was using for a pillow. Both were naked, as was everyone else.

She said, “Those are my sentiments, Ferry, dear. For my part, I wouldn't let the most handsome man on earth diddle me until he sucked me off first. And as for him wanting to be kissed likewise, I'd think him a fool if he didn't.” And then, with every eye in the room upon her, she turned her head and took her lover's prick into her mouth!

The spell was broken. “By their deeds ye shall know them,” said a pretty golden-haired beauty, rising and stretching languidly, adding, “Hell! We all do it and we all like it and we like having it done, too, so why make such a mystery of it?"

This girl was right in her statement. There wasn't a person in the room, woman and man alike, who wasn't a devotee to it, and I might mention here that, from that moment until the day Ferry and I left the city of Pest, the utmost freedom was indulged in.

I saw more than one couple in a perfect “sixty-nine” without the slightest thought as to who happened to be present. As for the Lesbian Kiss-it was just as freely bestowed. Everyone knew the relationship between Rose and I; Ferry knew it and encouraged it.

All over Europe, groups were forming among the so-called “upper class.” Women of the smart set, dissatisfied with the puny efforts of their husbands and lovers, were forming clubs. At first these meetings were held in secret. Later, when news began leaking out as to the type of affairs held behind closed doors, others wished to join, and soon one was considered strictly “out” if she wasn't a member of at least one of them.

Men, too, were forming themselves into groups. History was repeating itself. No, Rome and Greece weren't being outdone, if one cares to put it that way. It was simply that the wealthy and idle, living as they did in constant inactivity, found time hanging heavy on their hands. Like the women who came from Lesbos and other islands in Asia Minor, the women of Germany and Austria-and other nations as well-were practicing, and introducing to others, their intimate and lubricious secrets. Maids were being taught the Lesbian Kiss, and only those most expert in the art found positions with wealthy women.

From this, nudism grew. Women were vying with each other in indecent dress, and soon nudity became general at certain social functions.

Is it any wonder, then, that we took to it like ducks to a pond? Is it any wonder that we took to openly practicing our own arts? Ferry had openly declared himself by stating that his greatest pleasure was in kissing a pretty woman between her thighs.

Nina spent considerable time with us. Everyone knew she cared little or nothing for men, and many times during my stay in Pest I had seen her solicit another girl, and almost under our very eyes, perform her most cherished rites.

I recall one afternoon in particular. Instead of being looked down upon by persons in the profession as a result of the scandalous affair at Nina and Anna's home, I was besieged with offers to go to other cities. Managers from all over Europe (the news of the ball was by this time common gossip) offered me contracts, but Ferry had prevailed upon me to hold off. He was soon to leave Pest, and when he did, he wanted to take me with him. That was his declaration of love, and loving him, I delayed signing a contract.

We had been living together for several weeks, and since he had been such a constant lover in every possible way, closing his eyes against the affairs I was constantly carrying on with the girls, I thought I would give him a “banquet."

Anna, Nina, and I talked it over. The girls were delighted with the idea. It would be a fitting tribute to his faithfulness.

We called Rose and asked her what she thought about it, mentioning the idea this party would be a perfect opportunity for her to have him for the first time. We couldn't help but rejoice at her eagerness to give herself to that handsome man. She was no longer a maiden, having been deflowered by a giant dildo. We thought it fitting, since he had been so understanding of my relationship with her, that she give herself to Ferry.

The afternoon in question arrived. I had told my many friends that I wished to be alone with my lover that last day and night, and they, realizing the truth of this and thinking that I was to depart from him forever, readily agreed that that was a fitting tribute.

But I wasn't alone with Ferry, as you shall see. We said nothing to Ferry regarding our plans; Anna, Nina, and Rose were the only ones in on the secret.

Anna and Nina were, of course, my constant companions. They took charge of everything. A table had been laid for the occasion. Meats of the choicest cuts, highly spiced foods, wines, champagne, and liquors were piled about the place, and the entire apartment was littered with flowers. My bed, that bed upon which Ferry was to enjoy the nude charms of Rose, was covered with fresh-cut violets.

Ferry watched these preparations but said little. Wise to the ways of women, he realized that this was for him. You know what went on at the banquets of the ancients during Babylonian times; how Alexander the Great died of the excesses heaped upon him; how even the Armenians and Africans celebrated by giving great banquets where, after the guests had become heated with wine, they surrendered themselves to each other in every possible manner?

You have read how the women would lay aside one garment after the other until they were stark naked, and how the men, equally naked, would engage the women and girls in the most shocking manner and before the very eyes of anyone who cared to look?

Well, we went them one better. Instead of waiting till the wine had heated us, we stripped stark naked, our only article of dress being tiny rosebuds in our hair. Nudity, of course, was nothing new to Ferry; our guests had adapted themselves to being nude and our apartment was seldom without at least one stark-naked couple.

"Ferry, darling,” I said, standing on tiptoe and embracing him, “this is to be in your honor. In a day or two we depart for parts unknown, leaving our friends behind. We may never see them again, and it is for this reason I have decided to give you this party. Not only shall you feast on the good things we are to eat, but you shall banquet on spermatic sweets as well. Four of us have elected to provide you with every possible comfort and thrill."

I saw his eyes sweep over us as we stood about him. “Four?” he asked, mystified. “Where is the fourth? I see but three of you."

"For days,” I answered, I have seen you watching my maid, Rose, and I, as everyone else, have guessed your desire for her. This day and far into the night, you are free to enjoy her sweet and tender charms in any manner you see fit."

Our lips met in a long kiss, then, “No man could possibly be happier, my darling” he said, “than I have been with you. Your beautiful body has furnished me with pleasures I never hoped to have in the arms of a woman. You know my weaknesses, my desires, and you have offered yourself willingly and freely that I might enjoy you. I can see no reason why I should seek other women."

"Ah, but that's no reason why you should deprive yourself of the joys we are about to so freely offer. Anna and Nina have long suffered for the feel of your splendid dart. Then there is Rose. It isn't one in your station in life who looks with favor upon a ladies maid, but Rose is different. Besides, the little imp will never rest until she's felt you stirring her womb and tickling her palate!"

No man was ever given a broader hint, was he, darling?

At the mention of his having my pretty maid, Ferry's prick stiffened and rose against my belly. “I must, I suppose, go through with this?” he asked.

"As soon as we have dined,” I answered, leading him to the table, “and after that, our bodies are at your disposal to do with as you see fit! You have but to command, and we will all do as you direct!"

We drank a toast. Holding my glass on high, I said, “Here's to your wonderful prick! May it hold its head high that it might caress cunt and lip, and never throughout the hours of day and night be without our constant caresses!"

I shall not dwell upon the dinner; it was simply a medium from which we might keep ourselves supplied with good things to eat and drink. The table had been laden with the choicest fruits and candies-and we left it just as it was, that we might return to it from time to time as the spirit moved us.

The highly spiced wines and food had done their work well, and this, coupled with our unusually erotic temperaments, left all of us in a very unusual mood. Rising from the table, Ferry said, “Your party is well received, my dears, and as long as this day has been set aside for me that I might enjoy myself at will, then let us enter into the spirit of the thing with zest. Let us give ourselves body and soul; let nothing we can think of go undone!"

To this we applauded. “Come,” he said, leading us into the front room where the others had placed two broad couches close together.

Throwing himself down upon them and arranging us all about him, he said: “Do I understand that I am to be master of ceremonies? That everything I propose is to be carried out to the letter?"

We voiced our approval to this and he went on. “In all my travels about this great and splendid earth, of all the peoples I have met and mingled with, and of all the banquets and parties I have attended, I have yet to enjoy an affair like this. True, I have had women by the score and in every conceivable position, but I have never been the lone man among a bevy of delightful beauties such as yourselves. And so, I want to indulge my passions to the fullest; I want to do things I have always desired to do but have never been given the opportunity of doing. May I look forward to all this?"

"Darling,” I said, lying over him and kissing his lips, “you have but to command and your slightest wish shall be complied with, no matter what it is or how naughty it might be. We have tried to bring together everything to make this a day of happiness and joy for you. Our own desires have been set aside that you might have just such a day as you suggested.” Turning to the others, I said, “Is that not the idea of this gathering?"

Nina said, “She is right, Ferry dear, we have promised to do everything you wish; this is your day. We have even provided whips, in case you wish to indulge your sadistic fancies. Any one of us will willingly surrender our bodies."

The others voiced their approval. Then he said, “Very well. Have Rose bring me that heaping dish of bonbons."

Rose, who had been standing at one side listening to all this, bounded to the table, returning a moment later with the desired dish, and this she handed to Ferry. “You,” he said, looking at Nina, “shall be first, so come and sit here on the head of this couch."

Drunk with desire, her eyes flashing with inward fire, her breasts heaving with pent-up emotion, a smile on her handsome face, she did his bidding. “So,” she said, seemingly satisfied about what was to follow, “having eaten all I can hold, I am to be stuffed otherwise. Is that it, Ferry, dear?"

"You're very intuitive, darling. Now spread your pretty legs!"

One by one, he stuffed the bonbons into her lovely crack until five had been squeezed in. Then, holding the lips of her slit together with her fingers, so that the candies might not slip out, she moved down to the foot of the couches.

The meaning of this was obvious to us all now. Making Anna take the place her now-stuffed sister had vacated, Ferry performed the same rite on the smiling and happy girl. Having seen the other and knowing what was to follow, she held the lips of her pretty little slit well apart and smilingly watched him slip the chocolate-covered dainties into her willing pussy. “You're next, darling,” he said. But I didn't take my place as the others had done. Instead, I lay over him and smilingly watched from between my thighs as he poked and squeezed the semi soft morsels into my cunt until, like the others, I had five.

Reaching over and taking one from the dish I said, “The banquet won't be complete, dearest, without covering the adjacent parts,” and I deliberately rubbed the sticky stuff up and down between the cheeks of my bottom, and what was left I rubbed through the hairs about my pussy.

You think this a strange thing to do, my friend? Yes? Well, when one considers this an ideal spot to kiss one's mistress, why not make it even nicer by adding some flavor?

We were arranged on the couches, our bottoms resting on the very edges and our thighs hanging down in front, pillows heaped behind our backs that each might see the whole performance. Ferry took his place between Nina's thighs and sucked the candies from her, while she, by simply working the inner muscles of her vagina, forced them one at a time between his waiting lips. Then, without moving from his favored position, he sucked her off.

Quickly he moved to Anna, and here he repeated the performance, leaving her trembling as a result of his sucking kiss!

"It's time, you naughty boy,” I said, lifting my thighs to his shoulders and clasping my feet together upon his back. “I can feel the sticky stuff melting within me!"

"Why shouldn't it melt,” he said, “when it's clenched within the sweetest and hottest cunt in all the world!” And down went his mouth-not leaving his feast until every speck of the candy and the last drop of my juice had been licked up!

"Now bring me Rose!” he said, throwing himself down upon the two couches, his legs well apart.

Rose, who had been watching this lascivious picture, sprang forward and settled down between his legs. We crowded about, watching, wondering what she would do now that she was face to face with the real test. But the little dear remembered her lessons. Grasping his member between her hands, she worked it up and down for a moment, and then she leaned down and kissed it. I saw Ferry give a start as her warm lips came to it. Leaning over, I whispered in his ear: “Don't disappoint her, darling, but give it all to her."

Bending down over his belly and grasping the base of his prick in my hand, I said to Rose, “I'll hold it, dear. Put your arms about his hips and give it a good sucking. Make the sap run out!"

And little Rose did just that. There wasn't the slightest doubt in the world that she really wanted it, for she quickly took it into her mouth with a contented sigh and sucked it. Rose, though she had never sucked a man, was no stranger to it; she had seen men and women gamahuche each other, and she had seen Ferry and I in a similar pose, so the little dear wasn't entirely surprised when he shot his prolific spend into her mouth. I was very proud of her-not a trace of it remaining when she raised her face.

Then came the best part of the whole program. Eager and willing hands arranged Rose on her back. Smiling, she watched as Anna and Nina held her legs apart. I bent down and applied my mouth to the pinkish slit, lubricating it with my tongue. The two girls, not knowing she had already been ravished with the giant dildo, were somewhat surprised when I guided the hard head to Rose's slit and watched Ferry sheath it to his balls!

If she had ever spent a happy moment in her life, it was then when Ferry gave her the entire length of it and fucked her with long, powerful strokes. Like all cunnies, hers stretched beautifully and squeezed his prick in a firm and powerful clasp.

And so we spent the afternoon. That evening we adjourned to my bed, and here, amid the flowers, we abandoned ourselves in every possible way, and always Rose played a prominent part.

Too tired to continue, we listened to stories. When such erotic tales failed to do the trick, one of us would lean over and suck Ferry's cock to a state of erection. It was nine o'clock, perhaps, when Ferry made a strange announcement. “With everything in the world to make a man happy, there's still one thing missing,” he said.

Wondering what in the world it could be, I said, “You have but to name it, darling, and I shall produce it for you."

"If I thought you could, I would demand it."

"What is it?” I asked.

"It's a man. A handsome young man!"

"A man?” I asked, hardly believing my ears.

He nodded. “I suppose it's terrible, but I can't help it. For years, I've thought about it. I have talked with men who delight in it, and always they tell me the same thing: that I'll never know what a real thrill is until I have had a young man."

The quick-witted Nina came to the rescue, as it were. “Why not?” she asked. “Women and girls like to suck each other, so why should not Ferry satisfy his desire and have what he wants?"

"Why not? Why not, indeed?"

"But, Ferry, my darling,” I cried, “where shall we get such a man?"

"Bah!” he scoffed. “The place is full of them. I'll bet I could get a dozen in a few minutes!"

With a bound, I was out of the bed. I summoned the extra maid I had hired for the occasion, knowing that we were going to keep Rose occupied in other than her usual duties. In brief I told her my needs and she, having received many presents from me, hurried off to bring a man to us. I'll never forget the expression on his face when I greeted him. I saw his eyes sweep over me, for I was naked.

"You want to earn a hundred marks?” I asked in a low tone, for I didn't want the others to hear. “And you will forget all about it afterward? Never mention to anyone what you will see or do?” He agreed to everything.

"Then strip off your clothes; I want you to be stark naked!"

I believe I never saw a man undress so quickly. Grasping me in his arms, he said, “I wouldn't need a hundred marks to fuck you, young lady!"

"Very well,” I said. “Then do as you are told; forget everything afterward, and you'll have not only the hundred marks, but I'll promise to let you fuck me before you leave!"

I thought this the best way to win him over to our needs. The fellow looked as if he would have gone through fire and water for a promise like that.

But another surprise awaited him when I led him into the bedroom and he caught sight of the other three girls lying about one nude man.

"I shouldn't wonder you'd want another man,” he said, a wild gleam in his eye.

Then I explained his duties. He seemed surprised, but went willingly enough to the bed, and straddling over Ferry's chest, quickly surrendered his prick to Ferry's lips. No foolishness here. Ferry had been sincere. It was, to his everlasting credit, the very first time he had ever had a man like that. Like most men who try it, he was awkward at first, but he grew to like it. Indeed, he sucked off the man three times that night.

The following morning, long after the others had departed, leaving Rose and me alone with him, Ferry said, “I suppose you'll think me a brute, dear, but I'm looking forward to another affair with a man some time. It was the most thrilling thing I've ever done."

I sympathized with him. Although he was everything I could ever want in a man, I still enjoyed my dalliances with choice females.

And so we bid farewell to our friends in Pest. Anna and Nina took Rose and made a lady of her. I learned some time later that she married a handsome man and was well-to-do.

I wonder if she ever thinks of me.