Anonymous - Pauline

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.

"My real reason for stopping in to see you, dear, is to see if you wouldn't care for a little diversion-something to raise your pulse; a little whipping, for instance?"

"You mean-” I asked.

She shrugged her shoulders, then: “I have a very unruly maid and seeing her whipped serves to arouse my lover's passion to some great extent.” Noting the look in my eye, she continued, “Come along, my dear; I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

I might add that at the moment, I was wearing but the briefest of camisoles and seeing this she said, “Don't bother dressing, dear; you couldn't possibly have on less than I,” and by the way of proving her statement, she opened her gown and showed me that it was her only garment.

Imagine, then, me walking into the well-lighted living room all dressed up in a tiny undergarment of the thinnest possible gauze.

All of this may have little or no interest to you, my friend; it is written for the sole purpose of showing the real character of my lover; how he fostered this visit; how he was a friend of long standing with these people and had been in the habit of visiting them and taking part in the weird entertainments there. The whole thing, briefly, was to initiate me in their free-love cult, and I, ever seeking new thrills, calmly walked into a nest of the worst sadists in all of Europe.

Nor was that all. There was no doubt, as the woman had said, that her lover's passion was greatly aroused after watching someone being whipped. After a buxom lass had been led naked into the room and frightfully lashed, all four of us stripped stark naked, and I found myself paired off with this other woman's lover.

Without so much as a kiss on the mouth-or anywhere else-he rammed his erect charger into my dripping cunny (for I was not unaffected by the evening's entertainment). After several thrusts, he withdrew and, moving up over my body, eased his juicy cock into my mouth. I licked and sucked at the engorged head, rather liking the taste of my own love-dew on the fleshy pole that wore it. Not satisfied with this, though, he turned me over and positioned me on my knees. Crouching on all fours while this sadist rubbed his hands over my backside, I realized that I was about to learn all I wanted to know about being diddled “the back way.” I looked over my shoulder, wanting to know what was to happen-and just when it would occur. It seems that just the sight of my creamy buttocks excited the man no end and his already sizable tool swelled to an incredible dimension. I feared for my timid little bottom-hole. Not suffering from the same apprehensions, he grasped his shaft with one hand, and resting the other hand upon the small of my back, he presented the knob to my crinkled orifice. Well lubricated from its dalliance within my cunt and mouth, the very tip worked in with surprising ease. But only the very tip. My bottom-hole expanded that small bit eagerly. Feeling resistance already, the man, seemingly well versed in such matters, pushed down on the small of my back, easing his access somewhat. Without further warning, he shoved mercilessly into my unsuspecting passage. He had been progressing with such patience that I was caught quite by surprise at this brutal assault. It was all for the best though-since I had no idea of his intentions, I had not the time to clench my bottom-hole as is often the case with virgins of the technique. He was past the tight sphincter muscle and sheathed writhing in the dark passage with little or no pain on my part. He remained there motionless while I had time to acquaint myself with this novel visitor. As soon as he felt my tentative grip of his swollen tool within my canal, he completed his entrance until he was in me to his balls. He wrapped the fingers of one hand around the front of my thigh to give himself greater leverage for the mad ride to come, and he worked the fingers of his other hand into my neglected pussy so as to give me greater joy. He pulled out slowly and then pushed back in. Again he pulled out until I retained but the crested hood. I could feel every glorious inch of him. Exasperated at his slow progress, I heaved my buttocks back, taking all of him in. He needed no further hints. Soon he was fucking my back passage with relish. My own efforts almost unseated him, and he let go of my cunt in order to hold onto my heaving hips with both hands. Deprived of this wonderful stimulation, I was forced to attend to my anxious pussy myself. With my own fingers frigging my clit and his ever-growing shaft plumbing me to my depths, we both came in a flood of erotic down-pouring.

Needless to say, my friend, that I became a frequent visitor at our new friends’ home, and here, thanks to their efforts and the effort of their friends, I found my education advancing by leaps and bounds.

But I won't linger longer over my time in Frankfurt. Enough to say our stay covered two years. Just when the show was to close in a few weeks, I had the good fortune to receive a visit from a producer of operas who was about to open a show in Pest and was eager to get my signature to a contract. Then, as though fate had laid in wait for me, Paul also received a splendid offer, which was to take him on a long tour.