Anonymous - Pauline

We had already indulged in several loving embraces and the fiery edge of our passion had long since disappeared, so it was rather a lengthy caress she was obliged to render before it had the desired results.

I recall how she arranged me. I was lying upon my back and partly on my right side. My right leg was out almost straight, my left one drawn up, the heel of this foot being hooked behind her neck.

Her left cheek rested on my right thigh, her left arm was under me and clasped about my waist, her right hand resting upon or toying with my belly and taut-nippled titties. Propped against the pillows, I was in a position to gaze down into her eyes while her lips pressed the gentlest of kisses up on my pussy, now and then letting the tip of her tongue glide along between the lips. Would you believe it, my friend, when I tell you that her attentions lasted well over an hour? That every time I approached the spending point she would stop, look up into my eyes and wait until the desire to “come” had passed from me? That is the reason why I so clearly recall everything about it; that's the reason I shall always hold it as the most thrilling “love affair” I had ever had up to that night!

And so we spent the remainder of the evening. With nothing but a light coverlet over us, we slept the sleep of the satiated. But, strangely enough, we were not overtired; there was something refreshing about what we had done, something which produced sleep without exhaustion. We awakened in the morning quite renewed, though it was nine o'clock before either of us opened our eyes.

Sitting upon the side of the bed, Vera confessed her love of being about the house in complete nudity; she said she had often done this when alone. The idea delighted me! The most remarkable thing about it is that I so quickly grasped the idea. Three minutes later, we were in the kitchen preparing breakfast, our only covering being the slippers on our feet. I believed I had never been so happy in my life.

Not satisfied with being about the house in complete nudity, I opened the rear door and dashed into the garden, not stopping until I was fully a hundred feet from the house. Startled, Vera called to me to come back, but there was nothing to fear; our house was set well apart from any other and there was little or no danger of being seen. When I explained this to her, she also came out, and here we stood, allowing the warm sunshine to drench our bodies. From that instant, dear friend, I have been a devotee of the nude, going about without the slightest covering, and, whenever possible, teaching the idea to others. I have appeared among many intimate friends in a perfectly naked condition. I have attended a naked ball with some five hundred persons, and I have spent days on end in the garden of a friend of mine in London without the slightest trace of covering. There were at least thirty women there who delighted in going about naked; but all this and much more I shall relate in good time.

Arm in arm we wandered to the pond where we enjoyed a pleasant hour splashing about in the water. Drying off in the sun was another favorite sport with us-but we had to return to the house; there was no way of knowing just when Mother and Father would return. Above all, we didn't want them to catch us in that scandalous condition.

It was fortunate, perhaps, that we were tied down with studies and obligations to a certain extent, or there is no telling just what might have happened to us. For Vera became like one possessed. Returning to the house, she hurried me to her room. Producing the dildo and filling it with warm milk, she made me fuck her again and again.

I begged her to try it on me. I wanted to be penetrated with the wicked thing, but she wouldn't do it. She did put it on herself and touch me with the tip end. Here I learned she spoke the truth regarding the pain necessary to a penetration.

There is little more to tell, my dear-at least nothing you have not already heard. To retell it would be but a repetition of what I have already related. And so I shall skip over the vast number of things that happened between Vera and me and give you a recital of the more interesting and strange things that awaited me. Enough to say that I was still a virgin-in flesh, if not in mind-when Vera and I parted. And you may rest assured that our parting was amid tears. We swore to remain true to each other, but I soon found plenty of temptation which caused me to quite forget my first real love.

After something like a year-and-a-half, my voice had developed to a point where neither Vera nor my Sunday school teacher could have been of any assistance to me. Indeed, I had quite passed beyond both, and if I were to do anything about it at all, it would be necessary to go somewhere where I might gain the necessary finishing touches.

It had been arranged that I would go to Austria, where I would finish my musical education. Vienna being the popular place at that time, I was sent there. I was heartbroken when it came time to leave my parents and Vera, but I soon got over it, and I might add here that it was the only time in my whole life when I really felt bad about anything. I thought, too, that it would be dreadful to be cast among strangers in such a far off country. But to my surprise, I found it delightful.

Many other girls and young men were there, all studying voice. They were unusually nice to me, as were the aged instructors. One in particular was wonderfully patient with me.

Knowing that I had never been away from home before, he was sympathetic and anxious to make me comfortable. I spent a week in his home where both he and his delightful wife did everything possible to make my stay a pleasure.

But, unfortunately, they were Puritans. Can you imagine me being with Puritans. Can you imagine me being puritanical, my friend? Me, above anyone?

Fortunately I wasn't to be under their jurisdiction all the time. I saw many things during the study hours that quite awakened me. At home, I had heard of almost every kind of love. In Vienna, I was to see it.

You remember that at the time I went there, there was a governor in charge who certainly must have believed in “free love.” Besides being rather lax in the enforcement of civil laws, he was really a despoiler, a vulgarian. His court reeked with scandal. It was common gossip that he abused his wife and kept a dozen whores in constant attendance. This influence spread. His subjects, copying him, did likewise.

The theaters were nothing more than brothels where the most indecorous practices were indulged. Men and women alike wandered unhindered backstage, and the most brazen flirtations were carried on. All of this, of course, I missed; I only mention it here to convey to you the deplorable condition of Vienna at that time.

The school was housed in an old converted castle, and here every passionate thought was expressed, though, of course, in a more guarded manner. But there were any number of things that couldn't very well be hid, and through it all, I found myself in a most unusual frame of mind. Chief among other things, I found myself wanting a male companion. I saw dozens of girls who made no effort to hide the fact that they had lovers. Indeed, some three or four different ones even went so far as to suggest fixing me up with some friend they had, or knew. But Vera had poisoned my mind with thoughts of possessing a handsome man, one who was sympathetic and understood real love.

My real objection was the danger involved. I had never forgotten Vera's experience; how, after allowing her professor friend to fuck her a few times, she had to spend days in bed while a doctor relieved her of the “aftereffects.” I didn't want any of that.

But that in no way diminished my desire for a lover. No, indeed. I longed for it, yet I dared not make my desires known.