"Is this the surprise you planned for me?” I asked, staring at her, wonder showing in my eyes. The other girl, a beautiful black-haired beauty, jumped up and embraced me. “Don't be angry, dear,” she whispered, “but Ferry has told me everything!"
"Everything?” I asked, hardly knowing what he had told her.
"Everything!” she answered. “Secret kisses are forbidden, but here, in this little bower, we may indulge our desires in any manner we please!"
I was still puzzled as to why all this secrecy was necessary among a people who took their pleasure where and when they liked. I looked down at Ferry. He was smiling. “Don't be angry, my dear,” he cooed, sliding one hand up my thigh and patting my bottom. “Knowing your desire for a pretty girl now and then, we arranged this little meeting for you, and here we might give ourselves over to our desires without stint."
For a long moment, I gazed down at him. Then I turned my gaze on my friend. I said, “Naughty. Why didn't you tell me why you were bringing me here, when all the time you must have known I wanted this,” I continued, slipping my hand into the black fleece on her lower belly.
Instead of returning for the noonday meal, we remained in that tiny vine-covered, moss-decked bower. It was exactly as my friend had called it-a love bower. And there, hidden from the sight of anyone who might pass, we abandoned ourselves to our passions.
My friend had spoken the truth. She loved those secret kisses, and a hundred times, I guess, I buried my face in her tender crotch where, with lips and tongue, I sipped the sweets as they trickled from between the vermilion lips.
That night there was another banquet, and afterwards the king again took me to his bed. Three nights in all I received his maddening embrace upon that skin-decked bed, and then, on the fourth day, he left us.
I thought him the most handsome man I had ever seen as he walked off through the forest. He wore a broad leather hat and a leather coat above green velvet trousers; his legs were encased in red hose and his feet shod with low, silver-buckled shoes, the soles of which were heavily spiked against the ravages of the mountain rocks.
That day there was another, even stranger banquet, though it was a spermatic one. Our friends had prepared a lunch and had hidden it in the thick wood. Leading me to the lake where we enjoyed a refreshing bath, my friend and I slipped away into the forest. This, she said, was to be a more elaborate affair. In the little love bower we found four of the handsomest men I had ever seen-one of which was Ferry-and six women.
You recall the party we had given Ferry just before we departed from Pest? And how I got the good-looking young man for him? Well, this was another party just like it, only instead of two men, there were four.
"We are leaving in a few days,” Ferry said, drawing me down by his side and kissing me, “and this is in our honor. Today we abandon ourselves as we like. See!” and even as he explained, a handsome fellow leaned down and took the head of Ferry's cock between his lips and sucked it! The others crowded about us. One handsome fellow knelt directly behind us, his erect cock sticking up at a rakish angle between our shoulders. Ferry raised his hand and clasped it, worked it up and down. “I suppose you'll hate me,” he said, his voice shaking with emotion, but I can't help it! For years I've wanted it, and today I'll have my fill if I die for it!” and without another word he turned his head and took the head of the other's erect cock into his mouth, allowing the man to push it in!
Fascinated, I watched the strange sight. Ferry, his eyes half-closed, abandoned himself to his newfound pleasure. I heard him moan, saw him move his lips. He was pouring his hot fluid into the mouth of the sucker before him! I saw the other move his hips back and forth, saw him place his hand upon Ferry's head. I thrilled as I realized he, in turn, was filling my lover's mouth with a prolific dose of his spicy jism.
What more is there to tell, my friend? You have been a member of many such affairs-you told me so with your own lips-so you must know what goes on. Enough to say that we gave ourselves up to every possible sort of pleasure; we girls sucked each other, and then we sucked the men. The men sucked each other's cocks, and we were fucked in every conceivable position.
We were out of sight of our friends; no one knew where we were, so Ferry and I enjoyed ourselves to the fullest. A few days later, we departed. Dressed in the clothes we had worn to that bandit camp, we started the return journey. Standing, at last, on the edge of the little river, I gazed down into the cool black depths. Then I smilingly stepped in. Coming to where it was too deep to walk any further, I gave myself into Ferry's hands and he swam the short distance with me. Standing on the opposite bank, we waved farewell to our friends and then went our way. I never saw any of them again, though I have often wished that I might enjoy another week in their midst.
Ferry and I talked of the delightful times we had enjoyed with his friends and we fully intended returning to them for another and far more lengthy visit, but events that followed made it impossible for us to do so.
I now needed to turn my thoughts to my work. I joined a company of singers touring the country and bid farewell to Ferry. It wasn't supposed to be farewell forever; it was simply that he had been unexpectedly called to America where he had many interests. But, alas, I never saw him again.
Shortly after his arrival in the distant country, I received word of his demise, and with it came the news that I had inherited his vast wealth. I'm afraid I failed in my work after that; his loss was, I thought, greater than I could bear.
CHAPTER XII
I promised myself that I would be true to Ferry's memory, that I would never allow another man to have me, but how weak we women are.
Then came even sadder news. Both my mother and father had been killed, and this so upset me I decided to travel. I booked passage to Italy. I had always wanted to visit Florence, and there I went. By traveling across Bulgaria, Serbia, and Albania, I gained the coast, and from there, I sailed across the Adriatic Sea.
I had been there but a few days, however, when I was overtaken with an urge to again taste bliss in the arms of another woman, and, since Italy is noted for its tribades, I had little trouble finding a pretty and shapely girl. But this just added to my urge for a man. I left Florence and journeyed south through Italy.
In Rome, during one of my many visits to the coliseum, I was approached by a man. Like myself, he was a stranger, touring about the country. In spite of the fact that the man was nearly fifty years old, I found him handsome and intelligent. Indeed, he didn't look a day over thirty-five, and I found myself delighting in his company.
Perhaps it was due to my thoughts of the coliseum and the wonderful amphitheater, now gone, in which the famous games took place. I love history and I used to dwell for hours at a time on the wonderful things that happened in these historic structures, and many times, I pictured myself walking naked among them.
This man, whose name was Sir Ethelred Merwyn, told me many strange tales about the feasts and other events which took place within the walls of the crumbling edifices, and I was suddenly taken with the idea that I would like to know the man better. Having been so long without a lover, my mind was easily influenced. And so I set about luring this man to my arms. I invited him to my hotel for dinner, and we enjoyed ourselves to repletion.
Every day we went somewhere. Then, when it seemed I could no longer stand it, I invited him to my apartment. I told him I felt dreadfully indisposed and would appreciate it if he would dine with me there. He did this, and I thrilled as I caught him viewing my thinly clad body, for I wore but precious little beneath my lacy dressing gown.