"Oh, I'm not complaining; it was worth it. You started a new vogue, and after this, masks will be decidedly out."
"And where were you all this time?” I asked.
"When I wasn't watching you two lovers,” she laughed, “I was in the other room,” she said, motioning toward the room she just left, “in my lover's arms."
"And where is he now?” I asked. “Why don't you bring him in here?"
She shrugged her shapely shoulders. “I haven't a derrick, so I guess I'll have to leave him there."
"Drunk?” I asked.
Ferry answered the question: “Fucked almost to death, I would say."
Nina laughed. “You're not so far wrong, my dear,” she said, reaching across me and grasping his prick and shaking it. “The one I had is a single-shot affair."
"Be careful the one you're holding doesn't fire in the air,” laughed Ferry.
"As though I'd let it be wasted!” she said gravely, and leaning over me, she took it between her lips, pushing it well back into her mouth.
And so we spent the rest of the night, Nina remaining with us and sharing in the pleasures.
But that wasn't the end of the affair by any means. No, indeed. Would you believe it, my dear, that the whole incident was aired in the papers, and that several divorces were brought about as a direct result of it? Nor did it end there. My manager, having heard of it and finding that I, his prima donna, had taken an important part in the affair, promptly canceled my contract and closed the show. Oh, I can tell you the thing caused no end of trouble. I was obliged to remain in my rooms for days and days; crowds hovered about outside waiting for a glimpse of me.
But this, strangely enough, I didn't mind. Ferry had come to my apartment with me, and since he was forced to remain with me during the entire time, it wasn't so bad for me after all. You may rest assured that we put our time to good advantage.
Every afternoon we entertained my friends. Anna and Nina became constant visitors, and now that the opera was closed and I had all the time in the world, it was one continuous round of pleasure.
Ferry was my established lover, and because we were of the same mind in many things, we received our guests in any manner of dress or undress we happened to be in. Many times I appeared before them in complete nakedness; Anna and her sister would strip as soon as they entered, and it wasn't long before we found we had started a new fad. Nakedness became the vogue. Handsome men and girls, ever seeking a thrill, became daily visitors. Nudity wasn't enough; sex and all its particulars were freely discussed. I recall one afternoon there were ten or twelve persons present, and since it was warm, everyone had stripped off their clothes. Rose had been kept busy serving drinks, and tongues had loosened somewhat. Two girls were discussing the various sensations they enjoyed most. Each was a recognized mistress to some man, but one of them, thinking to be a little different, said, “I wouldn't snap my finger for the man who couldn't satisfy me without Frenching me between times."
She didn't finish her statement, however, before Ferry interrupted her by saying, “And I wouldn't snap my fingers for the girl who wouldn't welcome the tip of my tongue whenever I wanted to give it to her, nor would I bother my head with the girl who wouldn't take the head of my prick between her lips and suck it."
This left the others more or less breathless for the moment, and it was a beautiful black-haired girl who turned a rather embarrassing moment into what became the turning point in the affairs that were to take place in our apartment after that.
The girl in question happened to be laying full length upon one of the couches, her head resting upon her lover's thigh, which she was using for a pillow. Both were naked, as was everyone else.
She said, “Those are my sentiments, Ferry, dear. For my part, I wouldn't let the most handsome man on earth diddle me until he sucked me off first. And as for him wanting to be kissed likewise, I'd think him a fool if he didn't.” And then, with every eye in the room upon her, she turned her head and took her lover's prick into her mouth!
The spell was broken. “By their deeds ye shall know them,” said a pretty golden-haired beauty, rising and stretching languidly, adding, “Hell! We all do it and we all like it and we like having it done, too, so why make such a mystery of it?"
This girl was right in her statement. There wasn't a person in the room, woman and man alike, who wasn't a devotee to it, and I might mention here that, from that moment until the day Ferry and I left the city of Pest, the utmost freedom was indulged in.
I saw more than one couple in a perfect “sixty-nine” without the slightest thought as to who happened to be present. As for the Lesbian Kiss-it was just as freely bestowed. Everyone knew the relationship between Rose and I; Ferry knew it and encouraged it.
All over Europe, groups were forming among the so-called “upper class.” Women of the smart set, dissatisfied with the puny efforts of their husbands and lovers, were forming clubs. At first these meetings were held in secret. Later, when news began leaking out as to the type of affairs held behind closed doors, others wished to join, and soon one was considered strictly “out” if she wasn't a member of at least one of them.
Men, too, were forming themselves into groups. History was repeating itself. No, Rome and Greece weren't being outdone, if one cares to put it that way. It was simply that the wealthy and idle, living as they did in constant inactivity, found time hanging heavy on their hands. Like the women who came from Lesbos and other islands in Asia Minor, the women of Germany and Austria-and other nations as well-were practicing, and introducing to others, their intimate and lubricious secrets. Maids were being taught the Lesbian Kiss, and only those most expert in the art found positions with wealthy women.
From this, nudism grew. Women were vying with each other in indecent dress, and soon nudity became general at certain social functions.
Is it any wonder, then, that we took to it like ducks to a pond? Is it any wonder that we took to openly practicing our own arts? Ferry had openly declared himself by stating that his greatest pleasure was in kissing a pretty woman between her thighs.
Nina spent considerable time with us. Everyone knew she cared little or nothing for men, and many times during my stay in Pest I had seen her solicit another girl, and almost under our very eyes, perform her most cherished rites.
I recall one afternoon in particular. Instead of being looked down upon by persons in the profession as a result of the scandalous affair at Nina and Anna's home, I was besieged with offers to go to other cities. Managers from all over Europe (the news of the ball was by this time common gossip) offered me contracts, but Ferry had prevailed upon me to hold off. He was soon to leave Pest, and when he did, he wanted to take me with him. That was his declaration of love, and loving him, I delayed signing a contract.
We had been living together for several weeks, and since he had been such a constant lover in every possible way, closing his eyes against the affairs I was constantly carrying on with the girls, I thought I would give him a “banquet."
Anna, Nina, and I talked it over. The girls were delighted with the idea. It would be a fitting tribute to his faithfulness.
We called Rose and asked her what she thought about it, mentioning the idea this party would be a perfect opportunity for her to have him for the first time. We couldn't help but rejoice at her eagerness to give herself to that handsome man. She was no longer a maiden, having been deflowered by a giant dildo. We thought it fitting, since he had been so understanding of my relationship with her, that she give herself to Ferry.
The afternoon in question arrived. I had told my many friends that I wished to be alone with my lover that last day and night, and they, realizing the truth of this and thinking that I was to depart from him forever, readily agreed that that was a fitting tribute.