cried aloud with grief. Three times he shot his scalding sperm into me without even withdrawing between times, and even after that I didn't let him rest! Wild with an unsatiated desire, I bent over him, toying and playing with his half-limp cock! Then, with a little cry of happiness on my lips, I slipped it into my mouth and sucked it back to erection! It was the longest cock I had ever seen until that time, but its length did not faze me! Rising, I got astride his hips and with a single downward motion, I impaled myself! With long strokes, I slid my cunt up and down its towering length. And so, my very first night in Pest was spent in the arms of a man I had come to love at first sight.
Nothing was spared. Like myself, Arpid was made for love, and I had not the slightest trouble in teaching him the various modes of pleasure I had learned. At the very first touch of his lips and tongue to my cunny, he all but ate me alive!
He became my slave, eager to satisfy my slightest whim or desire. Later I shall tell you how, in the presence of my guests, he abandoned himself to me.
It was noon before we attempted to rise from bed. I only agreed to let him leave after he promised to come and spend the night with me again.
After he had departed, I gave my attention to the many cards and letters I had received. These had been left by my earlier callers who promised to return when it was more convenient for me to receive them. All day long, I received these guests. My rooms were banked with the choicest of cut flowers, and that night Arpid and I sprinkled our bed with the petals. Upon these, the delightful boy ravished me throughout the hours of the night.
The following day I threw open my door to my friends, both new and old. These proved to be the elite of Pest. Men and their wives rubbed shoulders with kept women and their lovers. Young and old, they trouped through my rooms, leaving tokens of endearment, some only trinkets, others of great worth.
Three hundred people in all passed through my rooms that day. Among them were two sisters named Anna and Nina. They were scarcely twenty years old and as beautiful as the most costly Dresden dolls. I remember how they seemed to hang back until the last of my guests had departed, and how, upon being presented to them, one of them handed me a letter. Upon reading it, I found it had been written by a very dear friend of mine in Frankfurt, and that it was to serve as a letter of introduction to the sisters.
I recalled the many things my former friend had told me regarding the thrilling exploits she had had during her stay in Pest, and since the letter stated in no uncertain terms that Anna and Nina might prove worthy of better acquaintance, I asked them to stay and have dinner with me. This they readily agreed to, and as most of my guests had already departed, and my door had been closed to any late stragglers, I soon found myself closeted with my two new friends.
Strangely enough, I felt like I was meeting old friends in these two girls. I also knew by the letter of introduction that I need have no fears that these two weren't quite my equal.
While dinner was being laid, I said, “This letter of introduction makes me feel as though I am but renewing old acquaintances; your friend has often told me of the delightful times she had had during her stay in Pest, but I didn't at that time, of course, know that the girls she spoke of were you two.'
'I hope,” said Nina, smiling and gazing at me from beneath partly lowered lips, “she did not tell you all the things we did.'
'I'm afraid she did,” I answered. “There were never any secrets between us. She told me, also, that you girls disliked the idea of wearing clothing-is that correct?'
Anna answered, “That's quite true. And since Grace has written us that the same thing is true of you, why not stop pretending?'
Nina nodded her approval of this, and I said, “Then why not make ourselves comfortable? You are staying to dinner with me, and I would love having you both for the entire evening. Besides, I have any number of chic dressing gowns we might don.'
Smilingly, we three entered one of my dressing rooms, emerging a few moments later clad in hip-length gowns, the handsome sisters making not the slightest pretense of fastening them about their naked bodies. I saw their eyes sweep over me from head to foot for, like them, I allowed my gown to fall away from my shoulders.
Dinner was announced. The well-trained maid paid little or no attention to our outlandish dress-or undress- and during the repast we consumed considerable wine. Later, having finished dinner, and while we were lying about in another room, I said, “My friend hardly did you girls justice when she referred to your unusual beauty.'
'Indeed,” answered Anna, rising and coming to seat herself beside me, “you are a beauty to behold yourself.” She took my face gently between her hands and kissed me full on the lips. Before she drew away, I felt Nina nudge her head between my thighs. I moaned, overtaken with the lascivious idea of being ravished by two gorgeous girls. I slid lower down on the couch, allowing Nina greater access to the damp slit she was desperately trying to reach. Her sister moved her eager lips to my aching breasts. Molding one full globe in her small hand, she sucked the nipple of the other into her mouth. Her tongue flickered over the taut cap of my breast while her sister's tongue flicked across my rigid clit. My hands sought out their own warm flesh as their lips devoured mine. I was enveloped in a veritable banquet of hips, breasts, thighs, and arms-it was hard to tell what body part belonged to whom.
I'm not going into the details of all the things we did before the return of my lover Arpid. Enough to say that we became very well acquainted before another hour passed, and I found they lived up to my every expectation.
Becoming more calm after the first outburst of passion, I said, “Your friend in Frankfurt told me something of the good times you used to indulge in here. Tell me more about them-tell me something about yourselves.'
Between them I learned that they were of wealthy parents, that they lived in a mammoth house, and that they were allowed to go about as they pleased. Parties in their home seemed to have been something of an event, so I said, “What about those wonderful parties you had there? Tell me about them.'
The girls exchanged glances, then Nina, shrugging her shapely shoulders, said, “Why shouldn't we tell her- she'll be wanting to attend one, and she might as well know what to expect.'
'Bad as all that?” I asked, settling myself in a more comfortable position.
'Worse,” answered Anna. “Want to hear about it?'
I nodded my approval and she went on, “We meet at our home twice a week. Here new members are discussed and voted upon.'
'Voted upon?” I repeated.
'Exactly,” Nina said. “Every now and then some member of our club, as we call it, has a new member she or he wishes to introduce. At the Monday night meeting, we discuss this person, and a committee is appointed to look into that individual's past history. This checked, we vote to either take in or reject. If accepted, and it's convenient for everyone concerned, we hold the initiation that Saturday night.'
'Something about that word ‘initiation’ does not sound so good,” I said, laughing, though undaunted. “What's the idea of the initiation?'
'To assure strict secrecy,” she went on. “If one is called upon to do a so-called ‘dreadful’ thing, and has to do it in the presence of a mixed group, that person isn't likely to tell on someone else about something he or she has done.'
'Sounds interesting,” I said. “Tell me more about it.'
'First, the candidate is stripped stark naked. If it's a girl, she is led, blindfolded, into a room where the men are assembled. These men, naked of course, are assembled about the room while she, still blindfolded, points her finger to one of the men. She must go on her knees before this man and suck him off. She's never to know who the man is, except that he's one of our crowd. A man is subjected to the same performance when he is initiated, the only difference being that he is taken before the girls who, like the men, are nude, and here he must suck off some designated girl. If everything goes as expected, then we unmask the girl, or man as the case may be, and abandon ourselves to the pleasures of an out-and-out orgy. How does it sound, my dear?'
'It's all right,” I said, “but there is one thing that isn't quite clear: Why must the girl, or man, be blindfolded? Why not allow the candidate to choose his or her partner?'
'That,” said Nina, “is where the spice of the thing comes in. The candidate never knows who he or she had that first time. If it was not for that, the candidate would be sure to pick someone whom they particularly liked above someone else.'
Does this seem strange to you, my friend? If it does, let me tell you that in every part of Europe people of the so-called “better class” were forever forming some sort of love cult or other, so there was nothing remarkably strange about the entire affair, as far as I could see. After all, who are we-you and I-to judge others?
