Anonymous - Pauline

If she had ever spent a happy moment in her life, it was then when Ferry gave her the entire length of it and fucked her with long, powerful strokes. Like all cunnies, hers stretched beautifully and squeezed his prick in a firm and powerful clasp.

And so we spent the afternoon. That evening we adjourned to my bed, and here, amid the flowers, we abandoned ourselves in every possible way, and always Rose played a prominent part.

Too tired to continue, we listened to stories. When such erotic tales failed to do the trick, one of us would lean over and suck Ferry's cock to a state of erection. It was nine o'clock, perhaps, when Ferry made a strange announcement. “With everything in the world to make a man happy, there's still one thing missing,” he said.

Wondering what in the world it could be, I said, “You have but to name it, darling, and I shall produce it for you."

"If I thought you could, I would demand it."

"What is it?” I asked.

"It's a man. A handsome young man!"

"A man?” I asked, hardly believing my ears.

He nodded. “I suppose it's terrible, but I can't help it. For years, I've thought about it. I have talked with men who delight in it, and always they tell me the same thing: that I'll never know what a real thrill is until I have had a young man."

The quick-witted Nina came to the rescue, as it were. “Why not?” she asked. “Women and girls like to suck each other, so why should not Ferry satisfy his desire and have what he wants?"

"Why not? Why not, indeed?"

"But, Ferry, my darling,” I cried, “where shall we get such a man?"

"Bah!” he scoffed. “The place is full of them. I'll bet I could get a dozen in a few minutes!"

With a bound, I was out of the bed. I summoned the extra maid I had hired for the occasion, knowing that we were going to keep Rose occupied in other than her usual duties. In brief I told her my needs and she, having received many presents from me, hurried off to bring a man to us. I'll never forget the expression on his face when I greeted him. I saw his eyes sweep over me, for I was naked.

"You want to earn a hundred marks?” I asked in a low tone, for I didn't want the others to hear. “And you will forget all about it afterward? Never mention to anyone what you will see or do?” He agreed to everything.

"Then strip off your clothes; I want you to be stark naked!"

I believe I never saw a man undress so quickly. Grasping me in his arms, he said, “I wouldn't need a hundred marks to fuck you, young lady!"

"Very well,” I said. “Then do as you are told; forget everything afterward, and you'll have not only the hundred marks, but I'll promise to let you fuck me before you leave!"

I thought this the best way to win him over to our needs. The fellow looked as if he would have gone through fire and water for a promise like that.

But another surprise awaited him when I led him into the bedroom and he caught sight of the other three girls lying about one nude man.

"I shouldn't wonder you'd want another man,” he said, a wild gleam in his eye.

Then I explained his duties. He seemed surprised, but went willingly enough to the bed, and straddling over Ferry's chest, quickly surrendered his prick to Ferry's lips. No foolishness here. Ferry had been sincere. It was, to his everlasting credit, the very first time he had ever had a man like that. Like most men who try it, he was awkward at first, but he grew to like it. Indeed, he sucked off the man three times that night.

The following morning, long after the others had departed, leaving Rose and me alone with him, Ferry said, “I suppose you'll think me a brute, dear, but I'm looking forward to another affair with a man some time. It was the most thrilling thing I've ever done."

I sympathized with him. Although he was everything I could ever want in a man, I still enjoyed my dalliances with choice females.

And so we bid farewell to our friends in Pest. Anna and Nina took Rose and made a lady of her. I learned some time later that she married a handsome man and was well-to-do.

I wonder if she ever thinks of me.

Ferry had many friends, and during our journey south, which was to take us into the Balkans where we visited several countries, we talked of them. In Vienna, I expected to head a company in a new opera, but Ferry had asked me to hold off, and because of him, I did so. In Belgrade we were hailed like incoming heroes; everybody had heard of my affairs in Pest, and everyone, or so it seemed, was anxious to greet me.

Installed in the leading hotel in the great city, I began receiving guests, and one of the first to call was a lady of the Austrian court. She bore a letter from an official high in governmental affairs, and the letter stated that my presence was wanted at court at the earliest possible moment.

"What does this mean?” I asked Ferry, handing him the letter.

"You'd better go,” he answered, “or the old boy'll be sore."

I could gain nothing by questioning the messenger, so I answered saying that I'd be happy to attend the following day.

Frightened half out of my wits, I entered the palace only to find that my presence was needed, not by the man who had written the letter, but by the emperor himself.

Now it must be remembered that I visited the Court of Austria at a time when the whole country had gone mad over some sort or other of cult, free-love cults being more in vogue than any known other.

Presiding over the court was a Duc (it is best to hide his name), who was considered by everyone as a leader in this cult craze. It was also whispered that he was, besides being a despoiler of maidenheads, a man-lover with several handsome young men he kept about the court for his special entertainment when he was so moved.

I had learned, too, that the court ladies were made up of the prettiest women in Belgrade, that their love affairs were carried on under the very eyes of the emperor who sanctioned it, and that they were maintained within the summer palace chiefly due to their unusual beauty and because of their willingness to adapt to the unusual undress worn by the ladies of the court.

At last, after a ten-minute wait, I was delivered into the hands of the famous Duc. I found him charming enough, and had it not been for the fact that I already had a lover, I could have fallen in love with him.

Finally, after leading up to the subject by degrees, he said, “Our emperor is planning a great ball at the summer palace here and desires your esteemed presence. Having heard your remarkable voice and witnessed one of your performances as Juliette some time ago, he is desirous of having you as part of his entertainment.” After a short pause, as though he were waiting for this to sink in, he continued. “You have no objection to appearing in such a scene wearing your stage costume?"

I smiled at this. “Why-I don't know,” I answered. “The costume you refer to is-well, rather, what shall we say-brief, and I'm afraid such a costume would hardly do for a private theatrical. You see…"

"That,” he interrupted me, “is the very reason our emperor desires your presence. The costume, as you refer to it, should, if you wish to please our monarch, be even more brief."

I laughed outright this time. “Then I'm afraid it will be a near thing,” I answered. “If I were to wear any less, I'm afraid the emperor would have me thrown out."

"The emperor would enjoy it if you would consent to appear in the nude."

"And where is this entertainment to be held?” I asked.

He seemed to take this question as an acceptance on my part, for he said, “The performance is to be held here in the palace. Your partner-Romeo, if you prefer-is a handsome young actor, and a great favorite of the emperor. You will like him, I'm sure."