I was no longer in doubt as to the part I was to play that night, and this time when our lips met I gave her the tip of my tongue, a little act she accepted as answer enough.
Stepping to a tasseled cord, she summoned a maid.
'Prepare my bath,” she said to this domestic. “We will be bathing together. Place wine and eatables on the table; then you may go.'
All very commonplace, I thought.
'Come,” she said when the maid withdrew. “Let us remove our clothes. There is no need for us to be uncomfortable; besides, I seldom wear anything when in my own rooms. Come!'
That this woman knew what she was doing was proven a moment later.
Leading me into a dressing room, she went about the business of undressing as though she were alone, and I, having long since gotten over the idea that it was prudish to go about naked, quickly followed suit.
I couldn't help but wonder what Vera would have said had she seen me walking about those rooms in complete nakedness, and I couldn't help but wonder what she would have thought could she have seen us a few moments later reclining in that wonderful sunken bath!
The sight of this splendid woman electrified me. I thought, too, that she was even more beautiful than Vera, but I've often wondered if that thought wasn't prompted by having her naked and so close.
Lying there in the bath, she became quite amorous, and I, having been without a companion so long, returned her caresses in a manner that must have been quite convincing, for she said, “Come, let us get out and dry! I am dying to kiss your lovely body, but I can't very well put my head under water!” And as though that wasn't enough, she slipped one hand into my crotch and toyed with my cunt for a moment adding, “It's beautiful, darling! I don't think I'll be able to wait till we get on the bed!'
But she did wait. In the outer room, we found the maid arranging the table with good things to eat, but even the presence of this girl didn't deter her. Filling two glasses, she handed me one. Then standing facing me, she said, “A toast to your darling little cunt, dear; may it never be without a companion, be it tongue or cock.'
Somehow I managed to say something appropriate about the golden hair that surrounded her cunt, and then we seated ourselves, though we didn't sit with our arms about each other as Vera and I had done often at home. The food was delicious and I did full justice to it. I also indulged in a considerable amount of wine and champagne, and long before we left the table, I was more than willing to begin the oral festivities.
Suddenly she sprang to the piano. “Sing for me,” she suggested, seating herself and running her fingers over the keys. Perhaps it was the wine; I don't know. Maybe it was due to the unusual condition I was in, but whatever the cause, I sang that night as I had never sung before, and when I finished, she raised from the stool and took me in her arms.
'What a silly girl,” she cried, kissing me. “How utterly foolish it is for you to remain with our little company when you should be making a name for yourself in the famous cities of Europe!'
I couldn't believe that this woman would take such an interest in me, but I was quite mistaken, as you shall see.
'Come,” she said, leading me toward one of the bedrooms. “We are but wasting time. Besides, the night is short enough as it is!'
On the bed, she fitted her body comfortably next to mine. “Where do you receive your lovers?” she asked, leaning over me and gazing into my eyes. When I told her that I had never had a lover, she could hardly believe it.
'Lie here on the edge of the bed so I can see for myself if you have ever had a lover!'
Helpless in her hands, my head filled with the fumes of the wine and champagne, and eager to surrender myself to her in any manner she liked, I did her bidding. Taking my thighs upon her shoulders, she drew the lips of my cunt well apart and gazed into it. I could feel her hot breath upon it, she was that close.
'As God is my judge, the child's a virgin!” she cried.
Knowing that in another moment I was going to receive the hottest of kisses, I grasped her hair and drew her face close! It was a daring thing to do, of course, but I was so overcome I couldn't help it. But my action wasn't without reward. Her mouth pressed tightly to my anxiously awaiting cunt. She shot her tongue into me as far as she could reach, but a half dozen stabs with it brought down a veritable flood of my pearly creme, and before I realized it, I was shooting my nectar between her lips!
This so maddened her that she literally threw herself upon me. She sat astride my upturned face, her cunt rubbing against and between my hungry lips while my tongue did its part to produce a reciprocal spend from her! What a night! It was like she had said; there was going to be little sleep for either of us that night!
I became like one possessed! The feel of her unusually long tongue exploring the depths of my cunt drove me almost mad! Not satisfied with limiting myself to her beautiful pussy, I explored the lower regions, that dale between the snowy cheeks of her bottom, and here, strangely enough, I found a new delight!
Later I am going to tell you of my little Rose-that being the name of a very pretty and talented maid I had later-and how she delighted in forever finding new ways to thrill me. It was her greatest delight to bury her face between the cheeks of my bottom and tickle me there with the tip of her tongue. But meanwhile, I had never heard of such a thing and I cannot, even now, recall what prompted me to attempt such a novel-and deliciously wicked- act.
I found myself liking it, and we gave each other an endless amount of pleasure in this manner.
And so it went all through the night. But, since we were only human, we needed rest, and at last we fell into a peaceful sleep.
In the morning I felt none the worse for my night's pleasures, and aside from a slight smarting in the region of my cunny, I felt quite myself. We had a bath and a delightful breakfast, and then, when I was about to depart, she gave me a beautiful ring. It was a small diamond, mounted into what resembled, I swear, a tiny cunt. I have kept it to this day. She insisted it was a perfect picture of my own little pussy.
After such an experience, I felt I really belonged, so to speak; I took more kindly to the strange conversations I heard all about me, and I began to rather like my surroundings. To give you some idea of the freedom with which these girls discussed the most private subjects, let me tell you of a short conversation I had with another girl of our troupe the following evening.
She started very bluntly by asking, “How did you make out with our leading lady last night? Was she as nice as you thought?'
I tried to be a little uppish. I thought it a rather indelicate question, so I said, “What caused you to think I went anywhere with her?'
She shrugged her shoulders, and without looking up, said, “You are wearing one of her keepsakes. She never gives them to anyone except those with whom she's spent a night. Don't be offended, dear, it's a sort of badge of servitude, and she gives them only to those with whom she's had the most pleasure. And,” she went on, raising her head and looking at me, “spending a night with her means just one thing. I know, I spent a night with her myself!'
So, I thought. The whole troupe knows about it, do they? Well, what of it? I had had a wonderful time so why worry about who knew it? I noted that three or four of the others wore the same sort of ring; besides, I might find it to my advantage to be nice to this prima donna.
A week passed. I was invited to more parties, but I refused them all. But I didn't refuse my friend when I was again invited to her apartment. Indeed, I was rather looking forward to it. Having tasted the bliss to be found in this woman's arms, and a whole week having elapsed since then, I was quite willing to spend another night with her.
But what was my surprise to find, upon entering, a party of six other girls besides ourselves. My new sweetheart must have noted my confusion, for she said, “These are all friends of mine, dear, so please make yourself quite at home.” I noted, too, that each and every one wore a ring similar to mine, and as this emblem constituted a sort of sisterhood, I began to feel more at home.
I also learned that these girls were members of splendid families and were in the habit of getting together from time to time for an out-and-out romp.
All were very pretty and shapely, and not a single one of them was over twenty years old. Among them, however, was one very pretty little thing that was an out-and-out tribade. She was greatly sought after by women of the elite. Her greatest delight was to administer to women who enjoyed oral satisfaction. She made not the slightest secret of it. She openly solicited women to her arms, and her greatest “hunting ground” was the theater,
