Anonymous - Pauline

"You are a very fortunate girl,” said another.

"Fortunate?” I asked, smiling. “I do not understand."

"For having been chosen by the king,” she went on. “It is a great honor to be chosen by our king. He is a wonderful man, and tonight he will make you very, very happy-here,” she said, touching my pussy hairs.

I was dreadfully tired, but as they continued to hover about, and not wishing to offend them, I said, “You speak as though you were well acquainted with his charms. Tell me-has he ever cuddled you in his arms for a whole night?"

"Once,” came the quick answer. “He spends at least one night with every girl. If he takes a fancy to some particular one, he chooses her a second time; otherwise he has her but once."

I noted among other things that one or two of them wore the usual skin affair about their hips while the others were stark naked. In answer to my question regarding this, one of them said, “Those of us who are without covering have been chosen for the night. Those of us you see wearing clothing have yet to be chosen."

"Which means,” I said, smiling “that you are going to spend tonight in some man's arms?"

She smilingly nodded. “We spend every night in some man's bed."

"And what do you do throughout the long hours of the day?” I asked.

"They are not long hours,” she answered. “They are all too short. From sunrise to dark we play and sing and dance. Sometimes we swim in the lake, or romp through the woods with our lovers. At night the men light great fires, then we sit about these and sing or dance and make love."

"And do you not ever make love in the daytime?” I asked, interested in this strange, though straightforward, girl.

"Oh, yes. That is one of the many ways we spend so many happy hours together. We are taught to please the men when we are very young."

"And supposing,” I said, looking very naughty, “you are unfortunate enough not to entice a man to your arms; then what?"

She smiled at this. “Then we flirt with them and make them go with us into the woods."

"And what do you do when you are with your lovers?"

"Anything he wishes us to do,” came the ready and innocent answer.

"And am I supposed to do anything with the man who has chosen me for tonight?” I asked.

They all laughed at this. Then my new friend said, “You will find out tonight. A great banquet will be served, and afterward you will entertain us by lying with our king."

I wondered at this. Could it be possible, I thought, that I was to be offered to that handsome giant under the very eyes of all of them? I said, “But I supposed I was to spend the night in his bed with him. I would greatly dislike to have him fuck me before everyone."

They seemed surprised at this. They exchanged startled looks, then one of them said, “Has not your friend told you of what we do? How we live?” And when I told her I knew very little about their ways, she said, “Be not afraid; we consider it a great honor when our king-what do you call it? — fucks us so everyone can see. After that, every man wants to fuck us, and that makes us very happy."

The simplicity of the girl's statement was nothing short of refreshing. Here was a tribe of people who lived for the very joy of living, giving themselves to any man who desired their favors. Nothing was hidden. A passionate, high-strung people living a life of utmost freedom and ease with no other aim in life other than to make love; a people, as near as I could understand it, who gave themselves under the very eyes of brother or sister.

It was, as I was to find out a few hours later, a sort of ritual among these people. Instead of going at the business in secret and making a mockery of the thing, it was looked upon as a high honor.

Very well, I thought, I don't understand it very clearly, but I'll show these people that I, too, can enter into the spirit of the thing with the same freedom as they do. If I'm supposed to accept the embraces of this or any other man, and I'm supposed to accept it in public, then I'll show them that I am not afraid! I shall join in the feasts, I shall sing and dance, I shall flirt with these men and, if I mistake not, I shall teach these handsome girls a thing or two they do not know!

"You had best sleep,” one of them said, handing me a glass of aromatic liquor. I drifted off into peaceful rest.

When I awakened, I found many changes. In the first place, it was dark beneath the roof, but outside, the whole place was lighted by many bonfires.

"You are rested?” asked a low voice close beside me. Turning, I saw the same well-spoken girl I had conversed with earlier in the afternoon.

"Much, thank you,” I answered, patting her hand which rested on the side of the bed.

I stretched languidly. “Have I slept long?” I asked.

"A few hours,” she said. “It is nothing."

I took it for granted that she had remained by my side, and when I asked her this, she said, “I would have stayed anyway, but it was because our king demanded it."

"Why?” I asked, smiling up into her eyes.

She shrugged her shoulders, then: “So no other man would steal what is the king's right."

"Speak plain,” I said. “What you mean is that you watched over me so no man other than your king would fuck me. Isn't that it?"

She smiled, nodding her head.

"Do you like to fuck?” I asked. Perhaps it was due to my unusual position among these people or maybe it was on account of my strangely erotic temperament and the thoughts that I was to enter into the orgy which was to follow, but whatever caused it, I felt dreadfully naughty. I believed I had never felt quite so naughty, and I awaited her answer. “Sit here,” I said before she could answer my previous question, and as she perched herself on the bed beside me I placed one hand on the smooth skin of her well-turned thigh and gently patted it. “You are very beautiful,” I continued as a surge of lust swept over me, “and if I were a man I would consider myself lucky indeed if I were allowed to fuck you."

She smiled her prettiest. “It isn't the men who are the lucky ones; it is us, we women, who are lucky, for sometimes we have to tease them before they will fuck us. But come; the feast is about ready and we must not keep our king waiting."

She led the way outside, and here I saw men with great armfuls of wood hurrying toward the various fires. Great quantities of sparks flew high into the air as heavy sticks were thrown on. Everywhere I saw girls and young men in groups talking or singing; children were gaily chasing each other about the place, and everyone was naked. The fire cast flickering shadows over their bronzed bodies; red lips and flashing eyes were in evidence everywhere.

I stopped. “Where is my partner of the night?” I asked, smiling.

"I am taking you to him now,” she answered. “He is waiting in yonder temple,” she continued, pointing to a building directly ahead.

The soft pine needles made the softest carpet beneath my feet, for it must be remembered that, like my newfound friend, I was stark naked. Entering the low-roofed structure, I saw the king at the far end reclining on what looked like a platform. He was lying on a mattress of skins, and beside him sat Ferry. A beautiful girl sat on his knees, and a half-dozen other girls were in attendance as well. All were naked and were listening to the strains of a guitar.

Suddenly the king saw me. “Come!” he cried, brushing the others off like so much chaff. I hurried to the bed, threw myself down beside him and into his waiting arms. “She's beautiful, Ferry, my good friend!” cried the king, kissing and petting me in the most brazen manner. His great hands slid all over me, patting and gently pinching the flesh of my bottom, thighs, belly, and breasts.