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  The orchestra, separated by a great screen from the revellers, broke into a waltz, Ferry took me by the waist, and we whirled into the maelstrom of couples. The contact of all those bodies, burning and brilliant, male and female, infatuated me. All the members of the men were fully erect and, during the dance, turning towards a common goal. Kisses bubbled everywhere, and an exquisite perfume began to float upwards from the closely clasped bodies. I was dizzy with joy. I felt Ferry's dagger touch me suddenly, butting its head like a maddened bull against my sex. I pressed myself against him, spreading my legs so that he could enter lower down, but he did not attempt it, asking me instead, 'Are you ever jealous?'

  'No!' I responded quickly. 'I want to see you like Mars and Venus.'

  He left me quickly and took Venus, who was dancing with another man. Meanwhile two of the girls of the house, Vladislava and Leonie, brought out a stool covered with red velvet and placed it in the middle of the room. Venus bent over it, leaning on it with her hands, and Ferry attacked her from the rear.

  Vladislava and Leonie then knelt at the feet of the combatants, the first spreading Venus' lips, the other tickling Ferry's testicles. Ferry gave Venus such a riding that she was soon groaning in ecstasy; I was now feverishly stripping myself. I now stood entirely nude before him and asked, 'The mask too?'

  'Keep it,' he said and, withdrawing his rod from the goddess, shooed her off with a smack on the behind so that I could take her place. My knees turned to rubber. Ferry then kneeled before me, tonguing me so masterfully that I thought I would surely discharge; finally he attacked me from the rear as he had my predecessor. I noticed then that his rod was the splendid rose colour of the symbol on the staff I had carried to the ball.

  It was too much! Venus and another woman were sucking my breasts, a third was kissing me and thrusting her tongue between my lips to suck and bite, while Leonie was kneeling between my legs and tickling the base of my font with her tongue. My senses whirled, my breath rasped in my throat, and my whole body trembled; everywhere hips, thighs, arms and buttocks burned me, and from my font flowed a whirling stream like whipped cream, jetting into the mouth of Ferry, who drank it to the last drop. Then he leaped to his feet once more with a bound and drove his great sceptre into me to the root. All my nerves, which before had been distended, now knotted with desire; my temple of pleasure was on fire; the shaft of stone ravaged me like a knife. How that man could ride in the joust of love! Sometimes he completely withdrew his weapon, rubbed the head against my lips, then thrust it in again suddenly and violently. I could feel the tiny opening of my hymen attempting to absorb the enormous head of his mace; it held it tightly, as if in a vice, until he completely tore it violently open. He repeated this game several times, his movements accelerating and becoming more abandoned, while his rod expanded even more. He was no longer master of his desires, and he leaned heavily upon me. His fingers bruised my thighs, his mouth sank into my shoulder, and his tongue sucked the blood. Suddenly I felt his jet inundate me and overflow my sex.

  I thought that I had lost the game, that all was over, but at once he began afresh, his weapon a prisoner in my cavern of joy, regaining its vigour little by little. He kept up the assault and I responded with ardour. The duel continued, but more carefully, more slowly, to the applause of the spectators, who had now formed a circle around us. Thrust followed thrust at regular intervals; I suddenly felt an electric shock that nearly paralyzed me - a great jet even more scalding than the first ripped through my body.

  Once more he was to prove his strength to me, his love and his virility. The spectators became delirious when they saw him withdraw his sword from the scabbard for the third time and for the third time thrust it back in to renew the combat of love. They began to cry, 'All good things come in threes!' This time the game lasted a good quarter of an hour and they watched it to the end. Ferry was indefatigable, but the crisis had to arrive sooner or later and our joy was infinite. He inundated me with his sperm, carrying our passion to undreamed of heights. I was no longer standing on my own feet. Several of the girls of the house were supporting me, while from all sides, I felt nothing but nude flesh. Women were covering me with kisses and biting my nipples, while Ferry, still standing behind me, clasped me in his arms.

  Finally they left us alone. Ferry clasped me once more and then offered me his arm to take me to another room. 'On the throne! On the throne!' cried several voices, for there had been erected at one end of the hall a sort of throne made of an ottoman covered with red velvet and surmounted with a canopy of purple. It was there that they wished to carry us in triumph, to indicate that we had won first place among all the combats of love. Ferry declined in my name, thanked them for the honour, and said that if it were permitted he would prefer to take a short rest. Thereupon the woman who was dressed as Venus took us into the banquet hall, but the table was not yet prepared.

  'Isn't there a private room somewhere where my Titania (he called me thus, for he said that I was most beautiful of the beautiful) can rest quietly for a minute?'

  'Resi Luft ought to have several,' replied Venus. 'I will tell her to ready one for you.' She disappeared and soon returned with our hostess. At sight of her, we burst into gales of laughter, for she had followed our example and was completely nude. She was old, enormously fat, and incredibly greasy, a perfect twin of that famous queen of the South Sea Islands, Nomahanna. Oh, those great reddish rolls of flesh and that timber forest beneath her belly! But somehow she proved appetizing yet, for I understand that she found several men to taste her charms and to let themselves be swallowed up in that sea of flesh.

  She let us into a small room near the dance hall, from where we could watch the progress of the bacchanal. There were several couples still dancing, but most of them preferred a more serious occupation. We could hear the murmur of voices, the sound of kisses, the panting of men, and the sighs of women. I was sitting on the knees of my lover, and becoming more and more excited by what I could see, when something hard and hot rose against my buttocks. I did not need to guess what it was.

  'You are not ready to start again?' I asked him, covering his mouth with kisses.

  'And why not, may I ask?' he said, laughing. 'But would you refuse if I shut the door and asked you to remove your mask? I want to be able to see the sensuality and the pleasure in your face.'

  He was not the tyrant that I had thought. This despot of mine was as mild and caressing as a shepherd. I went to the door and shut it. Then I turned, took off my mask, and threw myself on the bed. I spread my thighs, pushed myself up on my elbows, and awaited my cavalier. He didn't hesitate a second before ramming home his lance, and this time there was no one to disturb us. I saw only him and he saw only me.

  Can I possibly tell you what I felt? No, I think not. It will have to suffice to say that we drank three consecutive libations to the gods of love, and I simply cannot tell you the joy I felt at having these all by myself and in privacy. When the crisis approached, his eyes fixed themselves on mine and took on a savage expression of desire. We rolled breast to breast, stomach to stomach, arms and legs entwined like serpents. At the end, we lay side by side, his sceptre still inside my case, our eyes closed, resting and finally falling asleep. We lay in this ecstasy a good half-hour until the sound of the revels reaching their peak awakened us. I dressed hurriedly, forgetting my mask, which Ferry took and put on my face, and we re-entered the hall.

  The orgy had indeed reached its height. You could see nothing but groups of bodies, in every imaginable pose, made up of two, three, four and five persons.

  There were two groups that were particularly complicated. One was composed of a man and six women. He was lying on his back on a plank across two chairs. He was running one girl through with his lance; another was sitting on his chest while he licked her grotto; his hands were tickling the fonts of two other girls; the remaining two were being invaded in their sensitive spots by his big toes. These last two were actually playing less; they were there only to com
plete the group and had to pretend to be satisfying themselves.

  The other group was composed of Venus, who was stretched across one man who invaded her from the front, while another attacked her rear, an opening much smaller than the first. In her two hands she manipulated the organs of two other men. The fifth man, a giant from Rhodes, knelt on two chairs above the head of the first, who sucked his shaft of love. The climax was achieved at the same time among all six of them. It was undoubtedly the best group.

  A third group was made up of two women and one man. One of the women was lying on her back, the other on the stomach of the first with her legs tightly wrapped around the hips of her partner. They were both spread voluptuously, biting and licking each other. The man dressed like Hercules, forced his lance first into one and then into the other, and I was curious to see how they would share his vital fluid when the time came. As it turned out, it was a reasonable and just division; neither received more than the other. When the crisis struck he did not lose his head, but doled the nectar out equally. The one on the bottom received the first.

  Every man and woman at this ball took part in the activities. No one remained a wallflower. Everyone was a combatant at least twice, and Ferry among the men and I among the women were in the best form.

  Venus, the Countess Bella, and I were the only women who had so far remained masked. Later on I learned that Venus was a woman famous for her affairs and I discovered her identity. She never, however, removed her mask. The Countess Bella was a veritable fury, a female demon. She cried in a loud voice, 'Look! Look! Don't you know that I am a whore, a real whore!' She then made a tour of all the ladies of the house, giving them candy, fruit or champagne. At the table, she drank a full tumbler of brandy that a man had poured for her and rolled dead-drunk onto the floor. Resi Luft dragged her into a room and locked the door, while Bella tried to break it down. Finally she went fast asleep. Later, two of the whores went to see if she were still sleeping and found her flowing from every opening like a leaky barrel. They put her on a bed and she slept until four the next afternoon.

  The supper was in every way worthy of the orgy. Several persons slept on the table, and there were not more than two men besides Ferry who were capable of comporting themselves decently. The others were left standing by, hanging their heads sadly. Finally the prizes were distributed. Ferry was proclaimed the king, followed by one who had played the harmonica very well, and a third who had given out a lot of candy. My chief rival, the Princess O, whom I had found in Ferry's company, had finished him off very well. I tried to get him to drink until he was drunk, thinking that it was a chance of reviving him, but he refused. However, he did down one more glass of brandy before the orgy terminated at four o'clock in the morning.

  Ferry and I, Venus and several other women went home. The rest were drunk and passed the remainder of the night at Resi Luft's.

  On the whole, I noticed that the girls of our hostess conducted themselves better than the other women. They had been asked to take part in the ball by the men beforehand and all continued into the bacchanal that followed except Leonie. However, it was said that she was actually a member of the nobility, and that she had left her parents, members of an old Viennese family, to come directly to Resi Luft and practise her adopted métier.

  Ferry accompanied me to my apartment, where Rose was still up awaiting me. She did not go to bed until I finally asked her to, and need I tell you that for Ferry, who was himself again, and I, the war of love was not yet over for that night?

  I was splitting my pleasure, during those days in Budapest, with two persons, Ferry and Rose. The former was my declared lover while the latter served to vary my excitements.

  One day Ferry surprised me by saying that until he had met me he had never known real love, that his long-held principles were no longer as solid as they once had been, and that he could now admit his fidelity. If I wished, he added, he would now consent to marry me. Despite the allure of such a proposition, I refused and was forced to refuse many times again when he continued to put the proposition before me. I was too afraid of killing our love by attaching other bonds to it, for I firmly believe that both the church and the state have made marriage a tomb for love. The memory of the happy life of my parents did not serve to reassure me, for I felt that that had been pure chance. Very simply, I loved and the secret of our pleasures only served to augment my love. Ferry appreciated and finally adopted my views.

  I abandoned myself completely to love. I loved no one but Ferry and, thanks to his prudence, no one suspected our relations and my reputation did not suffer in the slightest.

  Rose, however, had much more to complain of. Ferry took no notice of her to speak of, and I rarely had a night free to spend with her. Realizing this, and since I was not a victim of any kind of jealousy, I asked myself if it would not be wise to push her into the arms of Ferry also. The taking of her virginity with the aid of my rubber instrument that night had not been completely successful, for the membrane had resumed its former position and she was once more as good as new. You are probably going to say this is impossible, but I assure you that several months after the episode with Anna and Nina I attempted to insert my finger into her cavern and found my way blocked. I made her lie down on the couch and examined her grotto very carefully under a lamp. She spread her legs and I saw an entry that was completely round, with a little partition that was quite hard and completely inelastic. It reminded me of the presentation of a virgin at the panopticum on St. Joseph's Square near the fair of Budapest... I am not religious and I am only telling you what I saw.

  I asked Rose if she would like to have a lover like Ferry, and she replied that when she had me she did not want any man. She said that if she had to sacrifice her virginity to a man she would be doing it only for my pleasure. Ferry did not seem to her any more desirable than any other man she had known.

  Very few women know the pleasure of watching the combats of another couple and very few men feel anything but scorn for a woman who gives herself to another man before their eyes. Ferry and I were exceptions.

  Ferry had often asked me to give myself up to another man before his eyes, but I had always refused, thinking that he wanted to quit me and that he was only looking for an excuse. I had not yet begun to believe that it was only pleasure he was after. However, he told me of many examples of the same thing, citing in history the cases of Gatta and Melatta, the Venetian heroes who never made love to their wives until they had abandoned themselves to another man. Finally I was convinced, and we decided that Ferry should teach the art of love to Rose and that afterwards I would do the same with a young man.

  I had a great deal of difficulty in convincing Rose that she should take part. She threw herself into my arms, crying and saying that I no longer loved her, and I had to try to prove the opposite. I kissed and sucked her front, I bit the nipples on her breasts, I excited her so that she panted with desire. Then Ferry helped me to strip her and soon she was nude before us. Ferry kissed her tenderly and passionately, stroking her foaming grotto with his shaft of love until finally the moment arrived. He picked her up and carried her to the bed where he placed several pillows beneath her behind. She spread her legs involuntarily and he kneeled between them. The little fake was trembling in all her limbs, but she had her eyes closed so that we should not see how much she really wanted the pleasure that was about to come. I kneeled on another pillow so that her head was underneath my stomach. She immediately pressed me with her left hand while her right held tightly to Ferry, to whom I had turned my stem. When Ferry finally broke through Rose's membrane she bit me violently. Even this pain was wonderful. Neither Rose nor I could prevent from crying out in ecstasy; Ferry alone was silent.

  Rose was so violent in her pleasure that Ferry could hardly stay aboard her. She bucked, groaned, then cried out passionately or cooed like a dove. We lay there, one on top of the other, one within the other, and our burning bodies smoked in the bed. I forced my nose deep into Rose's armpit and l
ay there, drunker than if I had been drinking all evening. Our ecstasy was infinite.

  Little by little we recovered and left the soaked bed. Ferry advised us to take a bath at once, which we did. In Budapest, I had made a hot bath a daily luxury, for I found that it always revived me immediately, no matter how fatigued I was by either love or work, and it did no less for us this time.

  Ferry was a master of love. He knew every means for increasing and renewing pleasure. And this time he was no less imaginative. When Rose and I got out of the tub and began to dry ourselves, he stopped and told us instead to rub soap and oil over our bodies. This we did, and our bodies became as slippery as those of two eels. Then he had me lean over the bathtub while he hoisted Rose to his shoulders. In this position, with her facing him, he attacked me from the rear, not through the ordinary tunnel, but through a neighbouring one that up until then had been virgin to me. He had smeared it well with oil, making his entry much easier. However, it did hurt a little.

  While he was thus occupied, he put his arms around me and forced his fingers in through my cavern and I could feel his hands inside me almost reaching his shaft. Only a thin layer of skin seemed to separate them. Sensuality was, at that point, much stronger than pain and I was completely ravished by desire. In the meantime, Rose slipped onto my shoulders so that her temple of love was now before my mouth. The game was exquisite and we all came at the same time. However, Ferry would have finished his play much sooner than either Rose or I if he had not kept his head. For he was forced to stop and remove his arrow from my quiver several times in order to remain master of himself. Each time that he returned to the assault a sharp pain which quickly turned to a quenching sensuality filled me. It was thus that he attacked five or six times before we were all reduced to intoxication. Rose's fountain overflowed its banks. In the meantime the flow from Ferry's weapon inundated my interior and my own source sprang forth.