Pauline

She didn't finish her statement, however, before Ferry interrupted her by saying, “And I wouldn't snap my fingers for the girl who wouldn't welcome the tip of my tongue whenever I wanted to give it to her, nor would I bother my head with the girl who wouldn't take the head of my prick between her lips and suck it.'

This left the others more or less breathless for the moment, and it was a beautiful black-haired girl who turned a rather embarrassing moment into what became the turning point in the affairs that were to take place in our apartment after that.

The girl in question happened to be laying full length upon one of the couches, her head resting upon her lover's thigh, which she was using for a pillow. Both were naked, as was everyone else.

She said, “Those are my sentiments, Ferry, dear. For my part, I wouldn't let the most handsome man on earth diddle me until he sucked me off first. And as for him wanting to be kissed likewise, I'd think him a fool if he didn't.” And then, with every eye in the room upon her, she turned her head and took her lover's prick into her mouth!

The spell was broken. “By their deeds ye shall know them,” said a pretty golden-haired beauty, rising and stretching languidly, adding, “Hell! We all do it and we all like it and we like having it done, too, so why make such a mystery of it?'

This girl was right in her statement. There wasn't a person in the room, woman and man alike, who wasn't a devotee to it, and I might mention here that, from that moment until the day Ferry and I left the city of Pest, the utmost freedom was indulged in.

I saw more than one couple in a perfect “sixty-nine” without the slightest thought as to who happened to be present. As for the Lesbian Kiss-it was just as freely bestowed. Everyone knew the relationship between Rose and I; Ferry knew it and encouraged it.

All over Europe, groups were forming among the so-called “upper class.” Women of the smart set, dissatisfied with the puny efforts of their husbands and lovers, were forming clubs. At first these meetings were held in secret. Later, when news began leaking out as to the type of affairs held behind closed doors, others wished to join, and soon one was considered strictly “out” if she wasn't a member of at least one of them.

Men, too, were forming themselves into groups. History was repeating itself. No, Rome and Greece weren't being outdone, if one cares to put it that way. It was simply that the wealthy and idle, living as they did in constant inactivity, found time hanging heavy on their hands. Like the women who came from Lesbos and other islands in Asia Minor, the women of Germany and Austria-and other nations as well-were practicing, and introducing to others, their intimate and lubricious secrets. Maids were being taught the Lesbian Kiss, and only those most expert in the art found positions with wealthy women.

From this, nudism grew. Women were vying with each other in indecent dress, and soon nudity became general at certain social functions.

Is it any wonder, then, that we took to it like ducks to a pond? Is it any wonder that we took to openly practicing our own arts? Ferry had openly declared himself by stating that his greatest pleasure was in kissing a pretty woman between her thighs.

Nina spent considerable time with us. Everyone knew she cared little or nothing for men, and many times during my stay in Pest I had seen her solicit another girl, and almost under our very eyes, perform her most cherished rites.

I recall one afternoon in particular. Instead of being looked down upon by persons in the profession as a result of the scandalous affair at Nina and Anna's home, I was besieged with offers to go to other cities. Managers from all over Europe (the news of the ball was by this time common gossip) offered me contracts, but Ferry had prevailed upon me to hold off. He was soon to leave Pest, and when he did, he wanted to take me with him. That was his declaration of love, and loving him, I delayed signing a contract.

We had been living together for several weeks, and since he had been such a constant lover in every possible way, closing his eyes against the affairs I was constantly carrying on with the girls, I thought I would give him a “banquet.'

Anna, Nina, and I talked it over. The girls were delighted with the idea. It would be a fitting tribute to his faithfulness.

We called Rose and asked her what she thought about it, mentioning the idea this party would be a perfect opportunity for her to have him for the first time. We couldn't help but rejoice at her eagerness to give herself to that handsome man. She was no longer a maiden, having been deflowered by a giant dildo. We thought it fitting, since he had been so understanding of my relationship with her, that she give herself to Ferry.

The afternoon in question arrived. I had told my many friends that I wished to be alone with my lover that last day and night, and they, realizing the truth of this and thinking that I was to depart from him forever, readily agreed that that was a fitting tribute.

But I wasn't alone with Ferry, as you shall see. We said nothing to Ferry regarding our plans; Anna, Nina, and Rose were the only ones in on the secret.

Anna and Nina were, of course, my constant companions. They took charge of everything. A table had been laid for the occasion. Meats of the choicest cuts, highly spiced foods, wines, champagne, and liquors were piled about the place, and the entire apartment was littered with flowers. My bed, that bed upon which Ferry was to enjoy the nude charms of Rose, was covered with fresh-cut violets.

Ferry watched these preparations but said little. Wise to the ways of women, he realized that this was for him. You know what went on at the banquets of the ancients during Babylonian times; how Alexander the Great died of the excesses heaped upon him; how even the Armenians and Africans celebrated by giving great banquets where, after the guests had become heated with wine, they surrendered themselves to each other in every possible manner?

You have read how the women would lay aside one garment after the other until they were stark naked, and how the men, equally naked, would engage the women and girls in the most shocking manner and before the very eyes of anyone who cared to look?

Well, we went them one better. Instead of waiting till the wine had heated us, we stripped stark naked, our only article of dress being tiny rosebuds in our hair. Nudity, of course, was nothing new to Ferry; our guests had adapted themselves to being nude and our apartment was seldom without at least one stark-naked couple.

'Ferry, darling,” I said, standing on tiptoe and embracing him, “this is to be in your honor. In a day or two we depart for parts unknown, leaving our friends behind. We may never see them again, and it is for this reason I have decided to give you this party. Not only shall you feast on the good things we are to eat, but you shall banquet on spermatic sweets as well. Four of us have elected to provide you with every possible comfort and thrill.'

I saw his eyes sweep over us as we stood about him. “Four?” he asked, mystified. “Where is the fourth? I see but three of you.'

'For days,” I answered, I have seen you watching my maid, Rose, and I, as everyone else, have guessed your desire for her. This day and far into the night, you are free to enjoy her sweet and tender charms in any manner you see fit.'

Our lips met in a long kiss, then, “No man could possibly be happier, my darling” he said, “than I have been with you. Your beautiful body has furnished me with pleasures I never hoped to have in the arms of a woman. You know my weaknesses, my desires, and you have offered yourself willingly and freely that I might enjoy you. I can see no reason why I should seek other women.'

'Ah, but that's no reason why you should deprive yourself of the joys we are about to so freely offer. Anna and Nina have long suffered for the feel of your splendid dart. Then there is Rose. It isn't one in your station in life who looks with favor upon a ladies maid, but Rose is different. Besides, the little imp will never rest until she's felt you stirring her womb and tickling her palate!'

No man was ever given a broader hint, was he, darling?

At the mention of his having my pretty maid, Ferry's prick stiffened and rose against my belly. “I must, I suppose, go through with this?” he asked.

'As soon as we have dined,” I answered, leading him to the table, “and after that, our bodies are at your disposal to do with as you see fit! You have but to command, and we will all do as you direct!'

We drank a toast. Holding my glass on high, I said, “Here's to your wonderful prick! May it hold its head high that it might caress cunt and lip, and never throughout the hours of day and night be without our constant caresses!'

I shall not dwell upon the dinner; it was simply a medium from which we might keep ourselves supplied with