them off to the stewardess to get money and clothes, all save the pretty darling whom he intended to keep, and the performance was closed, as far as the children were concerned.
'The house party remained and for an hour bawdy conversation dealing principally with what was going to happen to Ivan and the Duchess prevailed.
'At last Serge declared himself ready. He did not need any frigging. He had not done such a thing since the old days in the military school, he said. Ivan the giant blushed like a girl, as we placed him in a position. No ointment was needed, I licked his arsehole first, then placing my fingers in my dripping cunt, anointed his hole with spend. Olga licked and spat on Serge's cock. It was iron stiff and greasy but it did not go in without a struggle. It hurt poor Ivan at first but once in, he seemed, from the quivering of his body, to like it, and gradually his cock stiffened. Quick as lightning, Olga flung herself underneath him, guided his cock in her, flung her lively legs round both their bodies, for Serge was bending over Ivan, and fucked voluptuously. The culmination was mutual and the three bodies collapsed limply together, poor Olga nearly crushed by the weight of the two heavy men.
''Now, for Madame la Duchesse!' was the general shout, as Serge withdrew his dripping cock.
'Serge needed no rest, he seemed endowed with new life. The wicked old Duchess lay down on a couch, a little wine was given her as jumping powder, and into her went Serge. It was a long randy fuck, both mutually enjoying it, especially the Duchess, who screamed with delight when the final spasm came and Serge, covering her old face still retaining some of her world famous beauty, with kisses, slowly withdrew.
'And now a regular orgy set in, the five men set apart for the Duchess, religiously did their duty, but the other ten fell upon the remaining four women and the child who was still there. I know I was fucked four times by whom I wasn't quite sure, out I was content to take whatever prick came handy.
'It was a riot of the flesh for days afterwards, I could feel in imagination the touch of legs between mine, the pressure of lips on mine, the grip of arms and pressure of hard cocks into my cunt.
'Most of us fell asleep from sheer exhaustion.
When I awoke the full day was throwing shafts of light through the chinks of the shutters. By my side lay a naked man, his hand still affectionately laid on my stomach. All round were naked forms, nearly all sleeping. I saw Serge in the arms of his little girl.
'Ivan slept heavily with Olga's naked body thrown across him. One of the men was at the table drinking and smoking, and the Duchess was drinking and writing letters-marvellous old woman.
'It struck cold and I struggled to my feet. Presently the majority of the guests awoke and rather shamefacedly we made to our bedrooms, leaving the clothing to be fetched by the servants. Luckily, they were used to such orgies in the chateau.
'I kept my room for three days, only going to the windows to see the deflowered children drive to their homes. I gathered afterwards that it cost Serge a good bit-some special dispensation was obtained, however. It was a memory!'
You may be sure that little Nemmy had drunk this story with avidity. As it came to an end, I sank back on the pillow with a gasp.
'Oh, I wish I had been there!' I said.
'Will you come with me to my kingdom, then?'
'Perhaps, some day.' When it came to the actual promising, I felt a little nervous.
His Highness laughed. 'She tells the story well, la belle Madame, n'est ce pas?'
I admitted that she certainly did.
'Well, Madame, we perish of hunger, will you attend? Let us have it here, I am too faint to rise yet.' Madame disappeared after kissing me voluptuously; her story had made her naughty.
Lunch made its appearance at once, brought by Madame on a dainty tray.
His Highness would not allow me to put anything on and we were both stark naked when she came in. We sipped and nibbled.
At last he finished, and to my surprise, got up from the bed and walked naked, his penis rampant, across to the table where the champagne bottle was.
'Serge,' cried Madame, 'but you are marvellously fit this morning.'
'It is what you have brought me that has done it,' he answered, and coming to the bedside he flung off the clothes and showing me all bare, pressed a hot kiss to my cunt.
As I lay there quivering, all on fire for filth, Madame toyed with me, her dexterous fingers running all over my body.
His Highness pulled her from me, and dragging off her bodice from her, exposed too, her naked breasts, not such a good sight as mine but very tempting. She flung herself on the bed by my side and grappled me; the contact of her warm flesh sent flames of desire all through me. The Prince came back to the bed and between them they rolled me from side to side, kissing me everywhere, licking my flesh. I think that Madame thrust her tongue further down my cunt than any one ever had before.
It was glorious; I panted for lust; my hands flew over their bodies, now gripping his throbbing cock now dipping into her sweltering cunt. His Highness pressed my ringers together and pushed my hand into her cunt, then licked the moisture from it. Occasionally a drop appeared at the end of his penis, which I kissed away, but he would delay the fuck. For myself, I could scarcely count the number of times I had spent; the moisture was streaming down my legs, and Madame was in a like plight. At last he freed himself from me. 'Put the cushions under her!' he said huskily to Madame.
She waited while she undressed altogether, and then lifted my willing body and piled the cushions beneath me till my arse was lifted high above my head.
Then she sat herself behind me and I felt her warm body supporting mine, her knees round my waist, her arms clutched about me, her wet cunt oozing against a cheek of my bottom. It was a delicious position. She was herself backed up with pillows so that she half reclined with my body resting on her stomach, and His Highness, his cock almost at bursting point, stood and surveyed us.
It could not last long, I put my hands behind me and drove my fingers into her cunt for very wickedness. My legs were opened wide and I felt as if my whole body were one great gaping cunt.
His Highness lit a cigar; even in my anger at further delay, I could not help noticing the wonderful aroma. He blew the perfumed smoke over our bodies, while his hands slowly caressed me. He straddled over my expectant body, pressing his taut cock against my belly while he kissed the face of the woman behind me. Her hands were now messing with my cunt, and the smell of the escaping semen mingled with that of the cigar, and the delicate breath of the perfumes with which Madame's body was covered. Would he never come to the point, I thought. I would not ask, but all my quivering body begged for fucking, and he knew it!
He the lay upon me, his legs between mine, and discussed with Madame the many beauties of my body, and-well, at last he had me. We spent mutually. Madame then took me to the bathroom and bathed my tired body in scented water till new life glowed in it.
In an hour I was dressed. A caviar sandwich and a cocktail and Madame spirited me to the coach. His Highness, she said, would meet us at the L. and N.W.R. Hotel presently.
His Highness picked me up and we had a bracing drive, only just returning in time for me to go straight to the theatre. I met Jean in the passage.
'Well,' he said, 'what happened; why didn't you come home? I waited up.'
'I wasn't well,' I answered, 'and thought it better to stop over for the night.'
'That means that you slept with the Prince?'
'It doesn't.'
'Come into my room.' When we were alone, he pulled me on his knee and slid his hand up my clothes suddenly. 'Those are not your drawers,' and he drew my skirt up.
I had forgotten, they were some that Madame Kahn had given me, and what was worse-they had a coronet embroidered on them.
'You DID sleep with him?'
'Oh, well, if you must know: YES, I did! One doesn't get the chance of sleeping with a royal Prince every day-and it doesn't make any difference to my love for you, Jean.'
'Oh, I don't mind, it's all in the business; what did he give you?'
'Nothing.'
'You damned little fool; do you mean to say you slept with a Prince and got nothing-nothing?'
