Pauline

CHAPTER V

After Paul left me, I arranged to visit the city. Paul greatly admired my pretty dressing gowns and chemises. He offered to buy them for me (he felt he had a perfect right to do this, since he was my accepted lover), and I only had to pick them out. Why refuse?

I found, upon my arrival back at the cottage, that my new maid-whose name was Geneveve, and who in the future I shall call “Gene,"-was quite a worthy maid. Everything was as spic and span as I could have hoped, and to my further delight, I found her in the act of preparing something for my dinner. She said she knew I was to be alone for a few nights and wanted to assist me in everything.

That she did mean to assist me in everything was proved that very evening, as you shall see.

After our dinner (I had insisted that she join me) I took a book and was reclining beneath a light. I had been reading but a few moments when I noticed her standing close beside me.

Wondering what she wanted, I asked her, and was surprised to hear something like this: “Madame has such lovely long hair; perhaps she would like to have me comb it for her?"

There was something delightfully refreshing about the girl; she was wearing a little dress of the type commonly worn by domestics, and revealing enough for me to determine that she was beautifully formed. Through the thin material, I could easily detect her firm breasts, the nipples of which seemed to be trying to break free. Also, I had detected the whiteness and plumpness of her thighs as she moved about here and there, and this coupled with her strange offer regarding my hair made me think kindly of her. I also wondered if it were possible that she knew more about things than I had as yet learned. The book I had been reading wasn't all that interesting, so I made up my mind I would question her a little.

It also happened that I delighted in having someone play with my hair; I had an unusually long head of it, and derived a great deal of pleasure from having it combed and fussed over.

"Why, yes,” I answered, smiling sweetly, “I would love to have you comb it for me."

I was wearing, as was usual, a thin dressing gown and low slippers, and I was lying in a more or less revealing position, but she seemed not to notice this. Without further delay, she arranged the pillows beneath my back and shoulders, and a moment later was letting down my hair.

After a few moments, I said, “What prompted you to think I liked having my hair done?"

"My last mistress liked having hers done. It was long, like yours."

"Did you like waiting on her?” I asked.

"Yes, madam. She was very kind to me."

"And why did you leave her?"

"She took a husband and is traveling in India,” Gene answered.

"I see. And if she hadn't married, would you have stayed with her?"

"Yes, madam, I liked her very much."

I became interested in this other woman. “Tell me about her,” I said. “Tell me everything of interest about her. Was she very pretty?"

"Yes, madam, she was."

"And you have seen her in an undressed condition-like I am?"

"Oh, yes, madam. I have seen her undressed many times. In fact, she was always undressed when I did her hair and massaged her."

"Oh, you massaged her too?"

"Yes, madam. You see, my former mistress liked wearing low-cut dresses, but unfortunately she had rather small breasts, so she used to have me massage them every night and morning in hopes that the stimulation would make them grow."

"That is interesting indeed,” I said. “And did your treatment help them, and did you like doing that?"

"I didn't at first, but after two or three times I got to like it."

"That's strange,” I said. “What could there be about it that you didn't like? I can't imagine anyone not liking pretty breasts."

"Oh, it wasn't that I disliked massaging them; it was something else."

"Something else?” I asked, curious and warming to the subject.

She nodded. “I hope you won't misunderstand, but, well, she liked to have me take the points between my lips and suck them."

"Indeed! And how often did you do this?"

"Every night and morning, madam,” came the ready answer.

"I see. And you liked doing it?"

"At first I didn't, but after a while I liked it."

There is no telling just where this might have led to had I not, at that moment, received a caller. I was hardly dressed to receive visitors, and I had Gene receive them while I hurried to my room to don suitable covering. It proved to be my aged manager bringing still another member of the company for me to meet. She was a middle-aged woman, rather motherly I thought, and this proved to be so, although she was unusually broad-minded for one her age. We spent a pleasant hour, and then she left.

The spell had worn off, and since Gene had about finished my hair, I retired to bed where I read myself to sleep.

I was awakened by my maid, who smilingly told me breakfast was ready and would be served as soon as I had bathed. Imagine my surprise when she followed me into the bathroom where she assisted me at my toilet, insisting upon sponging my back and drying me. This was rather a new experience for me; I had had maids, but never one who waited upon me literally hand and foot.

After breakfast, I was in for another treat. The morning was bright and clear, and dreadfully warm. As I reclined before a window, Gene said, “You know, madam, seeing you lying there makes me think of my former mistress; she delighted in taking sunbaths each morning while I arranged her hair."

"And sucked the nipples of her titties?” I interrupted, smiling.

Gene laughed and nodded her head.

"All right, dear,” I said, “you can arrange my hair, and then, if you're very good, I'll let you suck the nipples of my titties. Mine, however, are rather nice, don't you think?” I said, throwing the folds of my gown back to better reveal them.

Having been without my lover's splendid cock throughout the night, I was feeling unusually randy that morning, and I thrilled anew when Gene answered, “They are very beautiful, madam, and I should consider it an honor to be allowed to massage them."

"Very well,” I answered. “Since you think them so nice, suppose we let the hair go for the moment. Come here on your knees, so I can determine if you are as good as you are leading me to believe."

I noted the change in her at once as she knelt beside me. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were bright. If I was any judge at all, this girl knew more than she had let on so far.

I noted, too, that she didn't attack the nipples at once; instead, she traced little lines about both my titties, starting at the base of each and circling them in little spirals, coming to the nipples as a last resort. I use the word “resort” because that is the word best suited to it, for I could see from the moment she started on the unusual job that she was trying to arouse me. And she did arouse me, too.

Finally I said: “Really, dear, you are even better than my lover; but he's not so stingy with his kisses!” I saw the strange light in her eyes as she raised them and stared into mine, and I went on, “Naughty girl! I'll bet you did something else for your former mistress, if the truth were known!"

I thought at first that I had carried my naughty suggestions too far, for there came a strange expression over her face; it seemed as though she was frightened, but a moment later, I found this wasn't so. She said, “I didn't want you to know, but-well, I did have to do something else!"

She blushed a little, and I said, “I knew it, you little dear. But don't you think for a moment that makes any difference to me. I happen to know that many women employ girls for all sorts of reasons; I myself have had girls, so you needn't hold any secrets from me. Now tell me, dear, what was it you used to do for her?"

Gene blushed deeply for a moment, then: “She used to make me play with her curls-there,” She said, pointing in the general direction of my pussy.

She still wore that strange expression about her eyes, and I said: “And I'll bet you liked that, too, you little pet, didn't you?"

She nodded, then: “Like I told you, I didn't at first, but I did after a few times."

It was a strange thing, this unusual experience with my maid, a girl I knew little or nothing about; but as I said, I was in a strange mood that day and I found myself liking her more and more with each passing moment. Then, too, there was something charmingly feminine about Gene. And I was suddenly overcome with the desire to see her little pussy. It occurred to me that if I was quite careful and didn't hurry this strange flirtation, I might develop a real friendship with her. If I hadn't mistaken my guess, Gene would prove a splendid alternative when Paul was away.

But I was not going to rush this budding friendship.

I said, “Very well, Gene, you little dear. If you are a really good girl, I'll let you try it on me a little later, but in the meantime you might continue to kiss and caress my titties-it makes me feel dreadfully naughty.” Gazing at her in a most suggestive manner, I continued, “That's what my lover, Paul, does before he gives me his lovely big rammer."

Smilingly, Gene did my bidding. Her lips skipped all about my breasts, sucked the nipples in turn, and showed in a dozen ways that she was perfectly satisfied with her lot.

But I didn't want to spoil it all by hurrying matters, so after a few moments, I said, “There Gene, you delightfully naughty girl, I guess you had best stop your naughty sucking for a little while; you've got me as randy as can be,” and I playfully pushed her off. “After lunch, perhaps I'll have you entertain me again-if you are good!"

I could see the disappointment in her eyes as I said this, but I was determined to make her wait for the “good things” I intended offering her red lips.

About the middle of the afternoon, however, I began putting my plan into action. I realized that it wasn't fair to Paul to develop a flirtation with even this little maid, but my lascivious mind conjured all sorts of strange ideas; I wanted to be entertained. Even Paul's wonderful cock hadn't robbed me of my thoughts of a pretty girl. Indeed, I had already given promise to myself that I was through with women and girls. But the fact that Paul was away-and likely to be away often-led my thoughts into these weird channels.

Included with the furniture contained in my cottage was an old-fashioned piece which resembled a bed chair of the type used by elderly women during their declining years. It had a sort of footrest that could be used when one wished to partly recline. When I first saw it, I thought it about the most uncomfortable thing in the house, but my eyes fell upon it now as about the best possible medium with which to bring about the desired results.

"You naughty girl,” I said, dropping off my gown completely and seating myself in the wicked-looking affair, “this morning you made me feel dreadfully nice with your lovely lips, and aching for more. But I'm to be alone tonight; I won't have my lover's kisses.” I tried to be calm, but I hoped she would take the hint. I think she did, for her cheeks became flushed and her eyes again took on that strange light I had previously seen.

I was stark naked, and I thrilled as I watched Gene's eyes sweep over me. Noting this, I said, “And if you're real nice about it and make me feel good, perhaps I'll let you do my hair down here,” touching my hairy mound.

That Gene was more than willing to get at the task was plainly shown by the manner in which she went about it. Watching her for a few moments, I said, “Tell me, dear, how did it come about that your former mistress insisted upon your doing such a delightful thing for her?"

For the first time, a frightened look came into her eyes, then: “I suppose I might as well confess-you will find it out sooner or later anyway.” There was a faraway look in her eyes as she went on: “My former mistress-the one before my last one, I mean-mislaid some of her jewelry, and I was accused of taking it. The police made a great fuss about it and I was taken to the workhouse."

The sincerity of Gene's story was proven a moment later by the appearance of tears beneath her lashes; then she dropped her eyes, saying, “But why should I trouble you with all this-"

"Oh, but I wish to hear it,” I said. “Your story interests me; go on, tell me all about it."

"Well,” she went on, “my last mistress was a great friend of the lady who accused me of taking her gems. That night, shortly after I had been confined in the workhouse, my mistress found her jewelry where she herself had placed it. But she was afraid to let her mistake be known; the lady who had been her friend-the same one for whom I worked before coming to you-took advantage of the situation and came to me, telling me she would see to it that I was let out at once providing I would work for her as her maid. Naturally I was overjoyed and promised anything. It was some time before I discovered the discrepancy in her statement, but it wasn't long before I discovered the true state of my late mistress's intentions toward me; for though I had never given my former mistress any reason to think that I liked her in any other than a purely platonic nature, she took a deep interest in my well-being. I didn't, of course, want to do the things she hinted at, but she continually held it over my head that she had taken me from the workhouse, and if I didn't do her bidding, she would see to it that I was returned there at the earliest possible moment."

"Well?” I encouraged her, seeing that she hesitated. “What then?"

"It was then she insisted that I play with her breasts."

"But,” I pointed out, “you told me but a little while ago that you liked doing it. Don't tell me now that you were fibbing me."

"No, madam, I wasn't telling a lie. It was true that I didn't want to do it at first, but, as I said, she held it over my head, and I was obliged to do it, and-well, I got to like doing it, I guess."

"Then,” I said, smiling prettily at her, “seeing that she was getting you to go that far, she insisted that you do her other hair. Is that it?"

She nodded, blushing as she did so.

"And you got to the point where you liked that, too?"

Again she nodded. “Yes, ma'am."

"Very well,” I said, smiling, “forget all about the alleged theft. Personally, I don't believe for a moment that you did anything wrong, and I think it most unkind of her to make you do something you disliked doing. But aren't you just the least bit glad, now?” And I reached out and encircled her waist with my right arm and drew her close.

She smiled then and nodded her head, the index finger of one hand tracing little imaginary figures on my belly.

I had been deeply touched by her story. It was not the first time I had heard of such practices being used when one wished to gain certain ends; but that did not in any way lessen my desire to indulge this girl's arts to the fullest. I said, “Now that you have told me so much, my dear, tell me this: Why did your mistress wish you to kiss and caress her titties? That part of the story interests me."

"Because she liked it,” answered Gene.

"And how long were you called upon to do this before she wanted you to ‘do her hair,’ as you refer to it?"

"About a week."

"Did she ever tell you why, or give any excuse as to why she wanted you to do this?” I asked.

Gene nodded, then: “She said her lover complained of her breasts being so small."

"Oh. So her lover was in the habit of seeing her breasts? Yes?"

"Yes, madam."

"And did this woman's lover know that you were sucking her titties?"

"Yes, madam, he did. In fact he encouraged it,” came the ready answer. “She gave me to understand that their wedding would be delayed until such time as her breasts were fully developed."

"And you believed this silly story?” I asked.

"At first I did."

"And afterward-weren't you glad she taught you such a delightful pastime?” I asked.

She nodded her head again.

"Now about the other hair,” I said. “Isn't it true that you liked doing that, too?"

"I'm afraid I did-though I didn't at first."

"And what was the reason for her wanting that hair done?” I asked, still holding her close to me.

"She said her lover liked it best when her thing was completely bare."

"Her thing?” I asked, smiling.

"Her pussy,” came the ready answer.

"And didn't you like her pussy-afterward?” I asked.

Gene nodded, though she blushed this time.

"Was it as pretty as mine?” I asked, nodding toward my own.

"Oh, no!” came the startled answer. “It seemed far bigger, and the hair about it was of a dirty black-not at all like yours!"

"Thank you,” I said, patting her bottom caressingly, “that is quite a compliment, indeed!” A daring plan came into my mind. There was no longer any doubt as to what Gene had been taught by this other woman, so why, I thought, shouldn't I profit by the other's trouble?

I said, “That's a strange coincidence, Gene. It happens that my lover also likes the hair on my pussy well out of the way when he kisses it. Does that shock you so very much?"

Shaking her head slowly, she said, “Why should it shock me? All men-at least I have been given to understand that all men-like to kiss their mistresses… that way."

"Does your lover?” I asked, increasing the movement of my fingers on the girl's bottom.

"I have never had a lover,” came the ready answer.

"You mean,” I said, somewhat startled, “that you have never allowed a man to diddle you?"

Gene shook her head. “Never,” came the quiet answer.

"Do you mean to tell me,” I said, becoming interested now, “that during all the time you were being called upon to assist your former mistress, her lover didn't try it upon you?"

"Oh, yes, indeed,” came the quick answer. “He offered me fifty marks if I would allow him to do it to me just once, but my mistress discovered it and they had a terrible scene, and she threatened to have nothing further to do with him."

"But,” I insisted, “you were willing, were you not?"

She smiled and nodded, then: “My mistress seemed to get a lot of pleasure out of it, and…"

"How do you know that?” I interrupted.

"Well,” she went on, “I hope you won't misunderstand, but-well, I heard her groaning one night and thinking she was hurt, I went into a closet adjoining her room, only to find that he was with her-and he wasn't hurting her."

"And what were they doing?” I asked, slipping one hand beneath her short dress and patting a smooth thigh.

"He was doing it to her. They were on her bed, and-and they were all undressed and he was on top of her."

"And?” I encouraged, warming to the subject.

"Well, after that I used to watch them every night. Oh, madam!” she went on, seemingly startled at her own confession, “please do not hold it against me, but, well, I just couldn't help watching them!"

"I know you couldn't,” I answered, patting the warm flesh of her bottom, “and I know just how you felt, too. I once watched two lovers and, when I did, the most wonderful sensations swept over me, so I know just what happened to you then, too!"

"What?” came the ready question.

"You wanted a taste of his rammer, didn't you?"

She blushed and nodded.

"I'm glad you admit it, dear,” I said. “Every girl wants a man to slip his cock into her pussy, and you and I are no different than the others; the only difference being that I allow mine to fuck me, and you have yet to do so. But don't worry, dear, you won't have to peep at Paul and me. There is no door on my room, and just to prove that there are no secrets here, I am going to have you serve us breakfast in bed just as soon as he returns. Will that shock you very much, dear?"

She shook her head. “I'd love it!” she said, eagerly.

Gene didn't know it, but her ready answer gave me another thought! It was weird, I'll admit, but my lascivious nature drove me on and on to greater heights! If Gene was so eager to see a man and woman in each other's arms, then I would not only make it possible for her to witness a real love battle, but I would solicit her assistance as well! I would have her in our bed with us!

Wild with desire now as a result of my wicked thoughts, and wishing to bring her under my own powers, I said, “Now that we understand each other, dear, tell me the truth: Didn't your toying with your mistress's pussy give her considerable pleasure? And didn't she cause you to continue until she came?"

Gene blushed deeply, but she nodded her head.

"And isn't it true that you liked to make her go off that way?"

Again she nodded.

"And if I were to tell you that I felt dreadfully naughty and wanted to go off, would you consent to assist me, too?"

Once more she nodded, this time quite eagerly, I thought.

"And if I allow you to do it for me, will you promise never to tell?"

She nodded again, and I went on: “Then go to your room, dear, and take off all your clothes-then hurry back!"

I thought this suggestion startled her, but she did my bidding, returning a few moments later as naked as the moon! I, too, was naked, and I'll never forget the expression which passed over her face as her eyes swept over my nude form! And you may rest assured, my friend, that I, too, feasted my eyes on her unusual nudity! She was positively beautiful, but what drew my attention most was the tiny patch of golden-blond hair above her cute little cunt! Throwing myself down upon the divan so that my bottom was at the edge, I spread wide my legs, my left foot touching the floor. I waited, my right arm drawn up close to my bottom!

She seemed to know what was needed then, for she quickly knelt between my thighs where, in awed wonder, she stared at my wide-open slit! “Isn't it pretty, Gene?” I asked, giving a slight upward thrust of my loins, a motion she could hardly mistake.

She settled down, that she might better gaze at it. “It's beautiful!” she whispered, and then, as though unable to resist it any longer, she leaned close, pressing her lips to it in a long, clinging kiss! Her closed lips skated over the warm, slick flesh of my cunt until, timidly, her tongue peeped out between those pretty, full lips. She rimmed my now-gaping hole with more confidence now, licking and sucking until she had me writhing in ecstasy. Expertly judging that I was close to the brink, the little maid plunged her stiff tongue into my channel as far as she could, while with one slim finger she rubbed my erect clitoris. I had a shattering orgasm and slumped back onto the couch.

And that, my friend, was the beginning of a most delightful courtship between little Gene and myself. Is it necessary to tell you that I, too, tasted the delights of her thatch? Well, you are quite right in assuming it.

That night I invited Gene into my bed, and here we abandoned ourselves like only two tribades can. She was marvelous! That day and that night we indulged our passions to the fullest, and I'll never forget how she thrilled at the thought of waiting upon Paul and me, and how she blushed when I threatened to tell him of the delightful things we had done together. There was nothing the little maid wouldn't do, I believe.

When Paul returned and I told him what a wonderful maid he had brought me, he too was glad. “Perhaps,” he said, hugging me close to his chest, “you will find her even a better maid than you first thought."

"Is that why you suggested this particular one?” I asked, returning his kisses and showing in every way that I liked the idea.

"Well,” he said, “it's quite the fad to have a ‘talented’ maid these days. Besides, there might be times when I can't be with you."

The morning following his arrival home, I suggested that Gene serve us our breakfast in bed. Paul favored the idea, and I was somewhat surprised to note the girl's willingness to assist us, even going so far as to slip out of her clothes. Nor did we make any effort to hide our own nakedness. Indeed, I thought Paul took an unholy delight in showing her his erect cock-its erectness due, undoubtedly, to the lovely blonde's nudity.

All that day, Paul and I wore but dressing gowns, insisting upon Gene remaining in complete nakedness as well; a little task, by the way, to which she took kindly, if not readily.

"You old darling,” I said that night as we lay upon the bed and I toyed with his erect cock. “I believe you have designs on my little Gene!"

"I'll admit it, dear. And why shouldn't I have her, too?” he asked. “You've had her a score of times,” he continued.

Somehow the idea of Paul having her did not upset me-in fact, I rather liked the idea.

"Would you really like to have her?” I asked kissing him.

"If I thought I wouldn't lose you; if I thought you wouldn't be angry,” he said, kissing me.

"Of course I wouldn't be angry. Nor would you lose me,” I said. “Only yesterday the little imp told me she was wild to be fucked, so you might as well do it here in my bed with my blessings. It would be but a matter of days before she enticed you into her arms!"

In answer to my call, the little beauty came into the room. She looked charming in her nightgown, but at my suggestion, she let it drop and sprang into my arms, perfectly nude!

I held her close to me and rained kissed down upon her upturned face. Her sweet little lips were too inviting for me to gaze down upon and not cover with my own. My hand moved up and down, skating over the smooth flesh of her breast before working over her small waist and out again over her full hips. I eventually settled upon her fleshy mount; it sat in my palm so sweetly. “Isn't it time,” I whispered into her sweet mouth, “that you had a visitor here. One big enough to teach to you all the delights of love."

"Oh, ma'am,” she sighed, “I love it so when you slip you finger into me."

"I love it, too,” I answered, smiling at her naivete, “but that isn't what I meant. Paul knows all about the little thrills we give one another.” I laughed at her sudden blushes and said, “He would like to taste your sweet charms as well."

As if on cue, Paul slipped his head between the pretty maid's legs as her upper torso rested in my arms. I soothed her wrinkled brow as she felt a man's face between her sweet thighs for the first time.

"Oh, ma'am, his face is so much more rough. I like it, though,” she said.

Paul was licking and sucking upon her still virgin cleft with a frenzy I thought would surely overwhelm the poor girl with fright. I was right, in a sense. He overwhelmed her, but it did not seem as if fear were the emotion that gripped her. I felt her body begin to convulse and I clutched her to me, fastening my lips on her. I sucked her tongue into my mouth just as Paul sucked her upstanding clit between his lips. She came seconds later, sending a rush of juice into Paul's eagerly waiting mouth. From between her quivering thighs, he looked up at me. I gave a slight nod. Before the pleasurable convulsions that wracked her body died down, Paul raised himself up and took up his position between her dew-sprinkled thighs. I, myself, brushed back the soft, downy curls of her mount and gently opened the lips of her slick pussy. Paul guided his madly twitching rod to her slit. The ruby knob dipped into her entrance. I let go of her cunt lips and they snapped shut, encasing his shaft, seeming to beckon him within. I couldn't bring myself to abandon the unfolding drama, though, so with one fingertip I sought out her clit. I gently massaged it as Paul began moving the head of his tool within just the entrance of her love channel. Nodding approval at the restraint he was showing, I increased the movements of my finger until I was frigging her at a furious pace. Her breasts were heaving and her stomach contracted-she was on the verge of spending again.

"Now!” I cried out.

Paul needed no further prompting. She squealed and cried when Paul thrust his big cock into her, but we were both unmerciful, and before long, he ejaculated into her belly. By then, she was caught up in her own crisis and was more than reconciled to it. She returned both our caresses with a will!

I didn't suffer greatly because of my magnanimous gesture in having the girl deflowered upon my very bed. Paul proved to be worthy of handling two women, and Gene and I both came in for a share of pleasure.

During the week that followed, Paul and I went into our work with a will, and long before the opening date of our performance, we were able to put on a complete dress rehearsal, very much to the satisfaction of our manager.

At last, I was a recognized prima donna! A diva! My ambitions had been realized!

That night, after the initial performance, or opening as it were, I was the guest of honor at a party backstage. We knew, of course, that this was the custom at that time, but Paul and I had arranged a little party all our own; we wanted to be alone; we wanted to celebrate the success of my first venture. And I might add here, my friend, that my success had been assured. That night I was showered with the most costly presents I had ever received. Everyone seemed to be trying to outdo everyone else. A great table had been laid there on the stage, and the dinner was attended by all the most famous people in Frankfurt. And just to give you an idea of the type of party it was, let me say that they insisted upon my appearing in the costume of our closing scene.

There is considerable difference between wearing scanty dress in some scene in a play and wearing the same clothes at a social gathering, but evidently I hadn't known Frankfurt. That I did not was brought very much to my attention that night. Among our guests was a couple I must mention. The gentleman was easily thirty-five, and his mistress was about twenty. The gentleman was wealthy and a collector of rare books. It so happened that these two were responsible for the delightfully elaborate dinner tendered me, to say nothing of many of the more costly presents, among which was a book, at that time most rare.

I knew nothing whatever of these two delightful people. Remember that I had been in Frankfurt for but a short time, and most, if not all of that time had been taken up by rehearsals and the almost constant attention shown me by Paul. However, I found the couple most congenial, and at parting that evening, Paul and I were invited to spend the weekend with them.

I wasn't so sure I wanted this; I would have most preferred to be alone with my lover. But Paul, who was far better acquainted than I, thought it best that we pay them a visit.

Upon arrival at our host's home, we discovered they had other guests. They were a jolly crowd and long before the last couple left, we discovered that most, if not all of them, were members of a love cult of some sort or other that had been making history in those parts.

Later, as I was preparing to retire, I was visited in our suite by our hostess. She was wearing a long velvet dressing gown, and I noted her utter disregard at showing her naked legs. She said, “My dear, did you read the book Herman gave you?"

"Yes, I did, and a most unusual document it is, too."

The book, by the way, wasOpus Sadicum, which, as you undoubtedly know, is a treatise on cruelty. The author, one de Sade, was an advocate of whipping and various other degrees of punishment. I recalled that when I had scanned the book, I wondered how anyone could possibly get any pleasure inflicting punishment of that type and cruelty on another. One chapter in the book, however, held my attention more than any other. This was the chapter describing a character named Roland who, not satisfied with stripping and whipping girls in the most brutal manner, must satisfy himself by having connection with them in the “rear passage” or bottom-hole.

Thinking this a good chance to clear up the matter, I said, “There is one chapter in your book which is not at all clear."

"Yes?” she answered, settling herself in a more comfortable position.

"Yes. It concerns one Roland who preferred to have his women in a manner not prescribed by nature-"

"There are many such modes,” she interrupted, a strange look in her eye. “Just which one do you refer to?"

"I refer to the one where this Roland prefers his women by the rear route, if I may refer to it that way. What I don't understand is, how can a man get satisfaction by penetrating a girl in that strange manner?"

"That is quite simple,” she said. “It is an art practiced since the days of the Caesars; truth be told, it is practiced to this day. Indeed, I might add that it is much more in vogue these days than during the Christian period. Don't tell me you have never tried it."

I laughed. I knew very little about this splendid-looking woman and was hardly ready to confess everything to her. “I'm sorry, my dear, but I must confess that I have not."

"Then by all means you must do so at once. You will find it a most thrilling experience.” Rising, she came and stood close by my side, then: “You gave your lover your true maidenhead-why not give him the rear one?"

We stood looking into each other's eyes for a long moment; she, undoubtedly, trying to fathom me; certainly I was trying to ascertain her motives. She broke the silence.

"My real reason for stopping in to see you, dear, is to see if you wouldn't care for a little diversion-something to raise your pulse; a little whipping, for instance?"

"You mean-” I asked.

She shrugged her shoulders, then: “I have a very unruly maid and seeing her whipped serves to arouse my lover's passion to some great extent.” Noting the look in my eye, she continued, “Come along, my dear; I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

I might add that at the moment, I was wearing but the briefest of camisoles and seeing this she said, “Don't bother dressing, dear; you couldn't possibly have on less than I,” and by the way of proving her statement, she opened her gown and showed me that it was her only garment.

Imagine, then, me walking into the well-lighted living room all dressed up in a tiny undergarment of the thinnest possible gauze.

All of this may have little or no interest to you, my friend; it is written for the sole purpose of showing the real character of my lover; how he fostered this visit; how he was a friend of long standing with these people and had been in the habit of visiting them and taking part in the weird entertainments there. The whole thing, briefly, was to initiate me in their free-love cult, and I, ever seeking new thrills, calmly walked into a nest of the worst sadists in all of Europe.

Nor was that all. There was no doubt, as the woman had said, that her lover's passion was greatly aroused after watching someone being whipped. After a buxom lass had been led naked into the room and frightfully lashed, all four of us stripped stark naked, and I found myself paired off with this other woman's lover.

Without so much as a kiss on the mouth-or anywhere else-he rammed his erect charger into my dripping cunny (for I was not unaffected by the evening's entertainment). After several thrusts, he withdrew and, moving up over my body, eased his juicy cock into my mouth. I licked and sucked at the engorged head, rather liking the taste of my own love-dew on the fleshy pole that wore it. Not satisfied with this, though, he turned me over and positioned me on my knees. Crouching on all fours while this sadist rubbed his hands over my backside, I realized that I was about to learn all I wanted to know about being diddled “the back way.” I looked over my shoulder, wanting to know what was to happen-and just when it would occur. It seems that just the sight of my creamy buttocks excited the man no end and his already sizable tool swelled to an incredible dimension. I feared for my timid little bottom-hole. Not suffering from the same apprehensions, he grasped his shaft with one hand, and resting the other hand upon the small of my back, he presented the knob to my crinkled orifice. Well lubricated from its dalliance within my cunt and mouth, the very tip worked in with surprising ease. But only the very tip. My bottom-hole expanded that small bit eagerly. Feeling resistance already, the man, seemingly well versed in such matters, pushed down on the small of my back, easing his access somewhat. Without further warning, he shoved mercilessly into my unsuspecting passage. He had been progressing with such patience that I was caught quite by surprise at this brutal assault. It was all for the best though-since I had no idea of his intentions, I had not the time to clench my bottom-hole as is often the case with virgins of the technique. He was past the tight sphincter muscle and sheathed writhing in the dark passage with little or no pain on my part. He remained there motionless while I had time to acquaint myself with this novel visitor. As soon as he felt my tentative grip of his swollen tool within my canal, he completed his entrance until he was in me to his balls. He wrapped the fingers of one hand around the front of my thigh to give himself greater leverage for the mad ride to come, and he worked the fingers of his other hand into my neglected pussy so as to give me greater joy. He pulled out slowly and then pushed back in. Again he pulled out until I retained but the crested hood. I could feel every glorious inch of him. Exasperated at his slow progress, I heaved my buttocks back, taking all of him in. He needed no further hints. Soon he was fucking my back passage with relish. My own efforts almost unseated him, and he let go of my cunt in order to hold onto my heaving hips with both hands. Deprived of this wonderful stimulation, I was forced to attend to my anxious pussy myself. With my own fingers frigging my clit and his ever-growing shaft plumbing me to my depths, we both came in a flood of erotic down-pouring.

Needless to say, my friend, that I became a frequent visitor at our new friends’ home, and here, thanks to their efforts and the effort of their friends, I found my education advancing by leaps and bounds.

But I won't linger longer over my time in Frankfurt. Enough to say our stay covered two years. Just when the show was to close in a few weeks, I had the good fortune to receive a visit from a producer of operas who was about to open a show in Pest and was eager to get my signature to a contract. Then, as though fate had laid in wait for me, Paul also received a splendid offer, which was to take him on a long tour.

There wasn't the slightest doubt that I would take this offer, but there were a number of reasons which hurried my signing. First, I was about to lose Paul. Second, I had already been touched by another beside Paul (nor were these two the only ones). The third was for the reason that a splendid-looking young fellow accompanied my new producer, and I found myself falling desperately in love. His name was Arpid, and that night as Paul and I lay clasped in each other's arms, I fancied it was Arpid who held me. Indeed, I even called out the name Arpid when at the height of my passion, so great was my desire for this young man. But Paul was nice about it. He told me to go and enjoy myself; that I was free, and though he would never forget me, I should now take another.

I might mention that I never saw Paul again.