In answer to my call, the little beauty came into the room. She looked charming in her nightgown, but at my suggestion, she let it drop and sprang into my arms, perfectly nude!
I held her close to me and rained kissed down upon her upturned face. Her sweet little lips were too inviting for me to gaze down upon and not cover with my own. My hand moved up and down, skating over the smooth flesh of her breast before working over her small waist and out again over her full hips. I eventually settled upon her fleshy mount; it sat in my palm so sweetly. “Isn't it time,” I whispered into her sweet mouth, “that you had a visitor here. One big enough to teach to you all the delights of love."
"Oh, ma'am,” she sighed, “I love it so when you slip you finger into me."
"I love it, too,” I answered, smiling at her naivete, “but that isn't what I meant. Paul knows all about the little thrills we give one another.” I laughed at her sudden blushes and said, “He would like to taste your sweet charms as well."
As if on cue, Paul slipped his head between the pretty maid's legs as her upper torso rested in my arms. I soothed her wrinkled brow as she felt a man's face between her sweet thighs for the first time.
"Oh, ma'am, his face is so much more rough. I like it, though,” she said.
Paul was licking and sucking upon her still virgin cleft with a frenzy I thought would surely overwhelm the poor girl with fright. I was right, in a sense. He overwhelmed her, but it did not seem as if fear were the emotion that gripped her. I felt her body begin to convulse and I clutched her to me, fastening my lips on her. I sucked her tongue into my mouth just as Paul sucked her upstanding clit between his lips. She came seconds later, sending a rush of juice into Paul's eagerly waiting mouth. From between her quivering thighs, he looked up at me. I gave a slight nod. Before the pleasurable convulsions that wracked her body died down, Paul raised himself up and took up his position between her dew-sprinkled thighs. I, myself, brushed back the soft, downy curls of her mount and gently opened the lips of her slick pussy. Paul guided his madly twitching rod to her slit. The ruby knob dipped into her entrance. I let go of her cunt lips and they snapped shut, encasing his shaft, seeming to beckon him within. I couldn't bring myself to abandon the unfolding drama, though, so with one fingertip I sought out her clit. I gently massaged it as Paul began moving the head of his tool within just the entrance of her love channel. Nodding approval at the restraint he was showing, I increased the movements of my finger until I was frigging her at a furious pace. Her breasts were heaving and her stomach contracted-she was on the verge of spending again.
"Now!” I cried out.
Paul needed no further prompting. She squealed and cried when Paul thrust his big cock into her, but we were both unmerciful, and before long, he ejaculated into her belly. By then, she was caught up in her own crisis and was more than reconciled to it. She returned both our caresses with a will!
I didn't suffer greatly because of my magnanimous gesture in having the girl deflowered upon my very bed. Paul proved to be worthy of handling two women, and Gene and I both came in for a share of pleasure.
During the week that followed, Paul and I went into our work with a will, and long before the opening date of our performance, we were able to put on a complete dress rehearsal, very much to the satisfaction of our manager.
At last, I was a recognized prima donna! A diva! My ambitions had been realized!
That night, after the initial performance, or opening as it were, I was the guest of honor at a party backstage. We knew, of course, that this was the custom at that time, but Paul and I had arranged a little party all our own; we wanted to be alone; we wanted to celebrate the success of my first venture. And I might add here, my friend, that my success had been assured. That night I was showered with the most costly presents I had ever received. Everyone seemed to be trying to outdo everyone else. A great table had been laid there on the stage, and the dinner was attended by all the most famous people in Frankfurt. And just to give you an idea of the type of party it was, let me say that they insisted upon my appearing in the costume of our closing scene.
There is considerable difference between wearing scanty dress in some scene in a play and wearing the same clothes at a social gathering, but evidently I hadn't known Frankfurt. That I did not was brought very much to my attention that night. Among our guests was a couple I must mention. The gentleman was easily thirty-five, and his mistress was about twenty. The gentleman was wealthy and a collector of rare books. It so happened that these two were responsible for the delightfully elaborate dinner tendered me, to say nothing of many of the more costly presents, among which was a book, at that time most rare.
I knew nothing whatever of these two delightful people. Remember that I had been in Frankfurt for but a short time, and most, if not all of that time had been taken up by rehearsals and the almost constant attention shown me by Paul. However, I found the couple most congenial, and at parting that evening, Paul and I were invited to spend the weekend with them.
I wasn't so sure I wanted this; I would have most preferred to be alone with my lover. But Paul, who was far better acquainted than I, thought it best that we pay them a visit.
Upon arrival at our host's home, we discovered they had other guests. They were a jolly crowd and long before the last couple left, we discovered that most, if not all of them, were members of a love cult of some sort or other that had been making history in those parts.
Later, as I was preparing to retire, I was visited in our suite by our hostess. She was wearing a long velvet dressing gown, and I noted her utter disregard at showing her naked legs. She said, “My dear, did you read the book Herman gave you?"
"Yes, I did, and a most unusual document it is, too."
The book, by the way, wasOpus Sadicum, which, as you undoubtedly know, is a treatise on cruelty. The author, one de Sade, was an advocate of whipping and various other degrees of punishment. I recalled that when I had scanned the book, I wondered how anyone could possibly get any pleasure inflicting punishment of that type and cruelty on another. One chapter in the book, however, held my attention more than any other. This was the chapter describing a character named Roland who, not satisfied with stripping and whipping girls in the most brutal manner, must satisfy himself by having connection with them in the “rear passage” or bottom-hole.
Thinking this a good chance to clear up the matter, I said, “There is one chapter in your book which is not at all clear."
"Yes?” she answered, settling herself in a more comfortable position.
"Yes. It concerns one Roland who preferred to have his women in a manner not prescribed by nature-"
"There are many such modes,” she interrupted, a strange look in her eye. “Just which one do you refer to?"
"I refer to the one where this Roland prefers his women by the rear route, if I may refer to it that way. What I don't understand is, how can a man get satisfaction by penetrating a girl in that strange manner?"
"That is quite simple,” she said. “It is an art practiced since the days of the Caesars; truth be told, it is practiced to this day. Indeed, I might add that it is much more in vogue these days than during the Christian period. Don't tell me you have never tried it."
I laughed. I knew very little about this splendid-looking woman and was hardly ready to confess everything to her. “I'm sorry, my dear, but I must confess that I have not."
"Then by all means you must do so at once. You will find it a most thrilling experience.” Rising, she came and stood close by my side, then: “You gave your lover your true maidenhead-why not give him the rear one?"
We stood looking into each other's eyes for a long moment; she, undoubtedly, trying to fathom me; certainly I was trying to ascertain her motives. She broke the silence.