Pauline

'But, my dear,” he cried, slipping one arm about my waist, “how can I uphold my contention that you're more beautiful when I have never had the pleasure of seeing you nude?'

'Then let us settle it this way,” cried Henri. “Let the girls strip stark naked and we'll compare.'

'Henri!” cried Camilla, trying to blush. “What a dreadful thing to suggest! I should die of shame!'

'I agree with Henri,” Phillip said, looking into my eyes and seeing my answer there. “Let both girls strip stark naked. Then we will examine them from head to toe.'

'How about it? Are you willing to back your contention by going through with it?” asked Henri.

I shrugged my shoulders. “It's a dreadful thing to do,” I answered, “but I'll do it if Camilla will. I'm that sure of myself!'

'There,” said Henri, hugging his mistress in a tight embrace and kissing her again and again. “Now let's see if you're game, Miss Camilla!'

'You think I won't?” she cried. “You think I'd back out now?'

Rising from the couch beside Henri, she said, “Come on! We'll show these two softies we're not the simple- minded kids they think us!'

Laughing, her breasts heaving, Camilla pulled me into one of the bedrooms and closed the door. “Thanks,” I said, kissing her, “I need it dreadfully bad, and tomorrow I'll pay you back in kind!'

She said not a word to this, and we quickly undressed, even slipping off slippers and stockings. I had seen Camilla naked a few days previous when we visited the massage parlors, but that night she looked like a marble statue. Her skin, lily-white, seemed even more pale to me, and she was, I thought, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in the altogether. Our wager and brags had been, of course, but a means to an end, and just as we were about to reenter the larger room, she slipped her arms about me and asked, “You still game to make it an out-and- out party, darling? I'm dreadfully hot tonight, and I might shock your pretty eyes with what I do!'

'Lead the way, Camilla, my dear. I said I'd go through with anything you could suggest, and I mean it. I'm game for anything!'

'Anything?” she asked, a naughty twinkle in her eye.

'I'll do anything you do!” I answered.

She gazed into my eyes for a long minute. “May I depend on it, darling?'

'Fix it so I can have Phillip for the entire night and I'll promise anything-and I never break a promise!'

Snatching a single kiss, Camilla turned and ran into the other room. Naked as the day I was born, I followed. I saw Phillip's eyes sweep over me as Camilla and I posed in the center of the room!

'Naughty!” cried Camilla, trying to cover her cunny and breasts with her two hands. “Don't stare at me like that! It's dreadful.'

For answer, Henri pulled her down upon his knees, and here Camilla forgot all about covering her charms; from that moment on, the party was a huge success. The promised examination was but a ruse; a means to get their hands upon our charms, a little opportunity Phillip didn't waste much time in doing with me, and it was Camilla's timely remark that saved me from asking Phillip to fuck me then and there.

'Henri, dear, your clothes are so rough,” she complained.

'That's easily remedied,” he cried, dragging Phillip with him into the bedroom, from which they emerged as naked as ourselves!

A warm glow swept over me as I rested my eyes on Phillip's erect prick! And it was erect, if ever I saw one! Fully eight inches long and as large around as my wrist-I couldn't keep my hand from it! “Look,” he whispered, nodding toward the opposite side of the room. I looked, and what I saw convinced me that Camilla had been right in her statement that this was to be a real party!

I had never met a man who wouldn't give me every sort of kiss and caress, but I had met but few who would allow another to see them in this strange position. Henri, however, seemed to have forgotten he had an audience. That or he didn't care, for he was covering Camilla's body and legs with his warmest kisses, every moment or two burying his face between her widely parted thighs and madly kissing her slit!

'Like it?” came the whispered question in my ear.

My answer was a kiss. “I love it!'

That, my friend, was the beginning of one of the most naughty affairs I had ever attended. Like Ferry, Phillip and Henri cared not who knew or saw them. In utter abandon, Phillip buried his face into my willing crotch! Gazing across to the others, I saw Camilla take Henry's crest between her lips and suck it in and out! Not to be outdone, I followed suit, continuing the lovely operation ‘till my handsome fellow spurted into my mouth! Roused now to the highest pitch, I begged him to fuck me.

The following day being Sunday, we continued the affair throughout the day. Camilla and I flirted outrageously with the two men-and I had the pleasure of another night in the arms of my handsome companion. They left us Monday morning, and I was sorry indeed. I remained several days with Camilla.

The evening of the second day, Camilla was lying upon a couch, her only covering being a short, lacy affair between the folds of which I could see the silky hairs on her lower belly. Settling down beside her, I said, “You told me a fib, dear. You told me how you had to pee-pee upon Henri before he could get an erection, but you didn't do it. Why?'

'I guess it was because of you being naked with us-that wasn't the first party like that we've had, and it's always the same; Henri always has a wonderful cock-stand when he sees another nude.'

'Nonsense,” I scoffed, pulling her gown open all down the front. “Seeing you naked is enough to arouse any man.'

'Just the same, I wish you could remain with us forever, for then I'd get all the fucking I want, and I want it all the time.'

'So I noticed,” I said, laughing and sliding my hand up and down her splendid body, which now lay bared before me. “I thought you would kill the poor fellow. I was on the verge of taking him off your hands.'

'Why didn't you? Phillip hasn't a bad-looking tool. If he were here now, I believe I would ask him to fuck me, I'm that hot!'

'Then why not get ourselves a couple of men? There must be plenty about, and I could stand a good poking myself.'

She stared up at me for several seconds. “I could never bring myself to do that, but, well-if you'll promise never to give me away, I'll let you in on a secret.'

Leaning over her and kissing her lips, I said, “Tell me what's on your mind, dear, and I'll promise in the most convincing manner!'

Another short silence, then: “I know a place where we can go, but you must give me your faithful promise you'll never tell!'

I promised, and she went on to tell me of a place she knew of on a certain street. It was run by a woman she knew very well, and she catered to only the highest-class men. The place, she said, was the naughtiest she had ever seen. Ribbons of various colors hung in the front room. For every color there was a girl, and the men, wishing to enjoy the novelty of the thing as well as the woman, chose a ribbon and followed it through the halls and into the room to which it ran. There, she said, the girl, naked, waited for the man. She had been there a number of times, she said, and she wanted to take me there.

I agreed, naturally. The thing held a certain amount of spice, and I wasn't at all sure but what I would take the first man who came along.

Later that day we went to the place. We were assigned two rooms. The following morning, just before daylight, we crept away. I, for one, had had all the men I wanted for one evening.

From that day until I left Camilla, we had dozens of men, and I had the satisfaction of initiating Camilla into that little game known as sixty-nine.

I had planned on going to London, since I had business there, but I left a little sooner than I intended, and my decision to go earlier was brought about in a somewhat unusual manner.

One afternoon Camilla had a caller. This was a beautiful French girl. She, it seemed, she also had business in London, and I suggested that we go together.

She willingly agreed to this arrangement. I noted that she was unusually pretty, well-formed, and sported a pair of the prettiest legs I have ever seen. Bidding adieu to Camilla and promising to spend more time with her, Babette (that being her name) and I left.

We sailed across the channel, and since we had embarked late in the afternoon, and because the weather