Anonymous - Confessions of an Author

Each pressed their bosom against one of my sides and they whispered in unison, “Neither can we!” The blonde's hand trailed downward and I felt her touch just at the spot where my passion was hottest and her breathing was so deep that it sounded like a sigh.

“Of course, today it will have to be like it happened in that play of yours …” said the dark one.

“The novel, silly …” corrected the blonde. “Yes, yes … the lady takes the young man whom she met on the street into her home, the man was at his club, and …”

I embraced both girls.

“But children, before he left, leaning against the door through which her husband could enter at any time, he took her and …”

Kisses rained upon my face from both sides at once.

I must admit that I did a lot better than the young man in my novel.

We were sitting in the gorgeous dining room where an ardent collector had gathered the choices antiques. A forged iron chandelier lit every corner of the room. We had dinner and were served by two maids who saw to it that our goblets were never empty. The heady wines increased our passions. Then the dark one went into the adjoining salon and sat down in front of the grand piano, playing, while the blonde one leaned against my shoulder. Now and then her lips searched for mine. I unbuttoned her blouse and she exhibited a pair of the most beautiful soft white globes I had ever seen. I pressed my face against them.

She escaped my embrace, walked over to her sister and, kissing her, she exclaimed, “Lotte's bosom is much more beautiful! Look!”

The three of us started kissing each other and my fingers groped around in sheer beauty. I groaned, “Children, I cannot stand it any longer!”

Lotte forcibly freed herself, buttoned her blouse and started to play with all her might. The other one, Elly, pulled me into another room and together we fell on the floor. She embraced me fiercely, I felt her panting breath and … wow!

This moment of furtive delight was simply gorgeous, but it became even better when she pleaded with me, “Do Lotte, too!”

Sure! Lotte, too!

And afterward we gathered very chaste and properly in yet another room, sipping tea. We tried to set up plans how we could go about it in the future. We agreed that today's interlude had been mere chance and it might be a long time before we would be as lucky again. Our minds and bodies were heated, our kisses passionate and it was only the threat of their Papa's pending return as well as the presence of the maid servants we did not trust, that we did not give our imaginations and actions free reign. The girls thought it was only natural that I invite them to come over to my home. Since the previous tenant had been an artist, there was a studio and we decided that I was going to pass as a painter of their portraits. In that case the girls did not have to be embarrassed when they visited me.

After I had left their home, on my way to the closest cabstand, I was overcome by an insatiable desire to view a nude body. My imagination had shown me profusely what I could not see from my two girl friends. Naked flesh is what I wanted to see and feel and smell. Oh, what pity that I could not have taken the girls along to my home. I walked up and down all the familiar little streets and measured every female I met. One of them smiled at me. She was heavily made-up and her breasts were firmly corseted. I visualized how those breasts, the moment her jacket would be unbuttoned, would dangle down to her belly in disgusting slackness. The idea revolted me and I got into the first handsom that drove by.

But, at home, I still had the wild desire to view nakedness. I turned on all the lights and drew the curtains. Thereupon I undressed completely and stood in front of the mirror. I lifted my arms and tried to look at my back, but kept staring at my member which started to swell painfully. Then I started to turn around and waltzed across the rugs that covered my rooms, my dancing becoming wilder and wilder till finally I was drenched in perspiration. I went to bed exhausted and pulled the covers over me. My breath was panting, my eyes were hot and dry, my heart hammered … finally I fell asleep.

When I woke up it was bright daylight. At first I did not fully realize where I was. Then I noticed from the alarm clock on my night-stand that it was way past nine o'clock and I lumped out of bed to discover that I was completely naked. Slowly I started to remember the bacchanalia of the previous night and I thought of the two beautiful girls who had aroused me so greatly that the mere thought of them started to stir my passions anew. I wanted to see them, smell them, feel their naked flesh against mine. Oh, why didn't they show up? Were they unaware of my desire for them?

Crazy!

I hastily readied myself and did not make breakfast. I ran out of the house. Where to? Into town, because I had to see my girls and talk to them, see them, implore them to visit me and explain to them that I would whither and die if they did not allow me to possess them fully and completely. Both of them! I felt that I had to have one in each arm and squirm myself between their hot, passionate bodies. I suddenly remember the passion of Jean Jacques for two girls who were both in love with him … a dark one and a blonde. Didn't I have the same problem?

I went into town and loitered around the girls' home. They had to come out of it sometime! Finally I had waited long enough. I decided to leave because I had to admit to myself that I would only compromise the girls by standing guard in front of their home, and then talking to them if they ever decided to go out. I returned to my own little home. When I opened the iron gate which led into my front yard, I noticed the girls talking to my gardener.

It took all the powers of my imagination and concentration, which at that time were not yet fully developed, to greet my girl friends with the required ceremony. I expressed my regrets that my studio had not yet been completed and asked them to come into my living quarters.

I had barely closed the front door and entered my large living room when both girls threw themselves upon me, embracing me passionately. Kisses are kisses, I know, but some kisses are more so and the passionate ones I had to endure made my blood course through my veins and swell my muscles. They were not at all coy, especially since we all knew why we had come together again.

I met no resistance at all when I started to undress them. Piece after piece fell to the floor till they finally stood in front of me with nothing on at all … nothing! I did not even let them wear their fine silk stockings. They stretched their bodies voluptuously and started to embrace each other, their large breasts firmly pressing against one another. There is nothing more beautiful than seeing two gorgeous nude women embrace. There is also nothing more exciting! They walked over to me and started to take off my clothes.

When they noticed that my member stretched itself full of desire, they virtually tore the remaining clothes off my body, kneeled down in front of me and covered my member with their kisses. I could not stand it any longer! I lifted the blonde in my arms and carried her towards the ottoman which was jutting from a corner into the center of my living room. But the other one did not let go of my member. Suddenly the three of us sprawled on the ottoman. At that moment I did not know who it was, whose body I penetrated. I felt a hot body under me, into which I kept poking my member wildly. But at the same time, my face was resting against a glorious behind which I could kiss and cover with love bites till I succeeded in burying my tongue deep into its love-nest. When I had spent I noticed that I was on top of the blonde and that Lotte had turned her behind toward me, bracing her sister in such a way that Elly could lick her sister's private parts.