Hannah and I didn’t have much money, but during our 20s we scraped together enough cash for airfare and went to Europe, and it was maybe the greatest time I’ve ever had!

We were not even 25 and didn’t give a fuck about niceties or formal accommodations. We got hold of a couple of Eurail Passes and went shooting off around the continent without a care, an itinerary or reliable places to sleep.

We were like carefree vagabonds, we two best friends since forever. With translation apps on our phones and a lot of flirty smiling, we got along just fine. Everywhere we went, we met the coolest, most interesting people. I’m sure there were some assholes in the mix, but I don’t remember them! We were too damn happy, cutting loose and seizing the day.

Hannah and I also naturally had it in mind to seize some European cock.

We’d already had some amazing adventures. In fact, as our train rocked along, we were sprawled out in seats opposite each other in a kind of postcoital stupor from our first few European weeks.

Lush, lascivious memories swam through our heads. I knew I’d stored away sexual recollections I would hold dear for the rest of my life.

In a midsize city, a handsome man had picked me up in an outdoor café and brought me back to his nearby apartment. We screwed on his creaky bed for something like an hour — until he heard the front door, grabbed his clothes and went bounding out to intercept his wife. I dressed, scared but quietly giggling, and had to sneak out while he was busy distracting her in a language I didn’t know. He frantically waved me toward the door when she had her back turned.

Hannah had gotten into the swing as well. She had convinced a fresh-faced delivery boy to let her ride on the back of his scooter. She told me she’d only had to grope him once or twice to get him to pull over, spirit her into an alleyway off a main road, and fuck her like crazy up against a brick wall. As he’d jackrabbited his cock into her, he’d gasped the same words over and over. Hannah later translated them and found out he was saying, “I love you! I love you!” like a pussy-struck simpleton. Still, Hannah said she’d climaxed repeatedly.

Our trip was exotic; it was romantic. We also engaged in all sorts of whimsical improvisations. When our funds were low, we sang American pop songs a cappella on a street corner one afternoon until people had tossed enough money in our hat for us to afford a lavish meal at a fancy restaurant.

On another day we were in a village, sweaty from touring the countryside on a couple of rented bicycles. We decided to use someone’s garden hose and “showered” in the shade of a farmhouse, the two of us buck naked and laughing beneath the chilly spray. The old farmer came around and stood thunderstruck and agape as he watched us. He enjoyed our exhibition so much he prepared us a huge dinner and gave us all the local wine we wanted to drink.

Those events hung between Hannah and me as the train bore us along through foreign landscapes. Everything had a brightness to it, like we were passing through magical realms. We smiled drowsily at each other.

“Remember Madame Moulin?” Hannah murmured.

Heat licked my cheeks. It wasn’t embarrassment I felt, but the erotic allure of that particular episode. Even on this wild ride of ours, it was a standout.

“Could never forget her,” I said, playing a little frisky footsies with my dear friend as we slumped in our cushioned seats.

Madame Moulin had been a woman in her late 30s who had a fashion model’s poise. Her face was beautiful, and she radiated a smoldering presence. When she walked, people looked. Her movements were like those of an elegant jungle cat, and her figure was so finely molded it was almost unreal. She was something out of a magazine fantasy.

Hannah and I had coquetted our way past the door to a club in some random city. It was a wild place, with industrial music pounding, lights spinning in a dizzying array, and bodies gyrating in sweaty madness on the dance floor. Hannah and I figured we could get somebody to buy us a couple drinks.

Our plan worked, and I sipped some sugary cocktail and fell into the dance pit. It was a very energetic scene. I danced my ass off, giving in to the thundering music. Bodies pressed against me on all sides. The casual contact was nonetheless charged with a sweet fiery sexuality. I pushed my butt into someone’s crotch, and they playfully humped against me. Strangers’ hands slid over my breasts and thighs. I didn’t know if they belonged to men or women, but it really didn’t matter. We were like one massive celebratory organism.

Occasionally, I caught a glimpse of Hannah in the crowd. She was having as great a time as me. Eventually, though, we both needed a break and went dancing toward the bar, with the intent to scrounge another round of drinks.

That was when a magnificent woman came sashaying out of nowhere, heading directly toward us. People watched her approach, and the bartenders leapt to attention. I was immediately struck by the loveliness of her, and the grace with which she carried herself.

The woman stopped and surveyed us, and I’d never felt so stripped naked by a pair of eyes. It was a wonderfully vulnerable sensation, but also like we were being considered for some great honor.

Finally, in a regal and beautifully accented voice, the woman said, “Champagne. Upstairs.”

Hannah and I traded glowing looks and followed as the beauty swept off. She led us up flights of carpeted stairs and past a big black door. Inside the plush room, champagne chilled in buckets. The room’s decor was extravagant, and when the door shut behind us, the music was cut off completely. There wasn’t even a subliminal vibration. This place was some kind of luxurious sanctuary.

She poured champagne for us and watched with the intensity of an erotic bird of prey as we drank. I marveled at the accommodations and noticed there was a massive bed in the room. I guessed that this elegant stranger owned the club.

Hannah raised her eyebrows at me, as if silently asking what was going on. I shrugged because I didn’t know either. But the air seemed charged with eroticism as the woman radiated a cool, confident carnality.

The sexual nature of her intention was confirmed when the woman climbed up onto the dais where the monster bed lay. She undressed nonchalantly, letting her expensive-looking clothes fall carelessly to the floor. Once she was naked, she put her hands on her hips and observed us again. She appeared to be waiting.

I’d had a few playful lesbian episodes in my life already. Same as Hannah. We’d both enjoyed our experiences. But in that room, we were faced with something new. I’d seen Hannah nude plenty of times. I’d even been in the same room with her while she was fucking someone else. But we had certainly never fucked the same person at the same time.

My salacious smile let my bestie know I was game. She didn’t hesitate, grinning right back at me. We both stripped and climbed up to the bed.

Still standing, the woman put out her arms and pulled us both to her. Her skin was radiant and as smooth as silk. Her breasts were high and firm, the nipples succulent. When we were locked in her embrace, I automatically dropped my mouth onto her tit and sucked.

Hannah was kissing the woman, and their tongues entwined. I saw Hannah rubbing her pussy against the older woman’s taut thigh, and that got me seriously streaming. I ran my hand over the woman’s backside and squeezed her enticing ass cheek. Then it was my turn to kiss her. Her tongue met mine, and her mouth tasted like mint. She kissed me with mounting urgency, and excitement raced through my blood.

She drew us up onto the broad expanse of the bed. The animal-print throws were luxuriantly soft. It was the kind of bed where I could easily sleep for 20 hours.

But nobody had sleep in mind.

What followed was a wild sapphic threeway. The woman maintained a kind of gentle final authority in matters. Hannah and I found ourselves obeying whatever subtle cues she gave. No words were spoken. But we sighed and moaned, heaved and cried out, and grunted with primal joy.

I fingered the woman’s pussy, finding her interior slick and hot. Hannah’s fingers joined mine, and we worked her swollen clit until she put her head back and sang high octaves of ecstasy. Then I went down on our hostess. When I’d had my fill, Hannah took my place.

We were also well taken care of by our gracious lover. She produced an array of sex toys and saw to it that we each received a thorough fucking. She even strapped on an enormous dildo and took turns screwing us doggy-style.

Hannah and I had only casual contact with one another — a stray hand here, a grazing mouth there. There was no full-on fucking between us. Instead, the woman was our focus. At one point we had her on her side, with one leg lifted high. I licked at her slick pussy, while Hannah busily swabbed the woman’s asshole with her tongue.

It was a crazy night. Our lover let us sleep there, and we did indeed almost snooze around the clock. Upon waking, our hostess was long gone, but the club’s staff brought us a lavish breakfast.

Madame Moulin. That wasn’t her real name. It was just what we called her.

We reminisced about her in low lazy voices on the train, thinking no one was listening, thinking English was our secret language. But we were wrong. Someone had been listening to the whole thing.

He introduced himself as Jaeger. He was dressed impeccably, a handsome man in his mid-20s, who looked like he  might run his own business.

“If you are still seeking adventure, I can take you to a party,” he said in smooth accented tones. “Many interesting people will be there. It’s also very exclusive.”

Hannah and I huddled. Honestly, if a similar run-in had happened back home, we probably would have dismissed the guy out of hand. But we were in our European frenzy, when anything seemed possible and nothing was forbidden. We both also knew our time was running out. Our continental tour would have to end soon. Neither of us wanted to have any regrets about opportunities not taken, so we got off the train at the next major city.

Jaeger had a car waiting. He put us up at a hotel, where we changed into some chic ensembles. Then he treated us to dinner at the establishment’s high-end restaurant.

He paid the check without a blink and asked, “Are you two lovely ladies ready?”

I realized we didn’t know any details about this “party,” but we were ready anyway.

Jaeger’s chauffeur drove us to the place. It was an ancient looming mansion, with a fleet of luxury cars parked out front. The staff admitted us, and I gawked at the fancy surroundings. Rooms led away into the deep recesses of the manor. A string quartet was playing somewhere. There were conversations in many languages, as well as bursts of laughter and tinkling glasses.

“The real fun is upstairs,” Jaeger assured us. We followed him up the magnificent staircase. I had a sneaking suspicion of what we might find and soon silently agreed upstairs was indeed the site of the real fun.

Naked figures wandered around the connecting rooms. Sumptuous furniture was arrayed in strategic places, and bodies were sprawled together atop it all. With hands and mouths perpetually in motion, people fucked with abandon on the cushioned islands.

I drank in the erotic sights before me. My pussy hummed with excitement, and my skin tingled. In a daze, I wandered into another room and saw couples on the thick carpeting, writhing and groaning as cocks plowed dripping cunts.

But it wasn’t just couples. There were trios, fourways and writhing piles of naked humanity. I looked around for a place to leave my clothes. Jaeger was suddenly behind me, helping me out of my dress. I didn’t realize he was already nude until I felt his hard cock brush against my ass.

I turned and took his rod in my hand. He leaned in, and we kissed with a runaway hunger. His strong hand closed over my breast, and I pumped his veiny shaft. I didn’t see Hannah anywhere, but I seriously doubted she would have bolted. I knew it would be her scene as much as it was mine. We were both still in full adventure mode.

Jaeger led me to a broad plush couch. We lay down, our bodies pressed together. I explored his muscles. He groped my ass and tweaked my nipples, while I played with his balls.

I rolled onto my back and pulled him on top of me. My pussy was ready, and Jaeger slotted his cock into me. He started stroking, and pleasure spread through me. All around us were the sounds of riotous fucking.

I threw my arms around his neck as his cock slammed into me, again and again. Our bodies smacked loudly together. But he soon picked up speed, grunting deep in his throat. The urbane man was gone, and a beast had replaced him. Jaeger fucked me harder and faster. My climax was rapidly blooming, and when he shot his load, I climaxed with him.

Jaeger didn’t pause for much in the way of postcoital snuggling. He kissed my damp forehead, murmured something in his native tongue, and slipped away.

I was, I realized, free to go wherever I wanted. So I got up and wandered.

Sex was happening everywhere. The cast was vast. There must’ve been hundreds there. Hookups occurred without ceremony. There was no flirtation necessary, no preliminaries. If one wanted a particular partner, one simply approached that person. No one seemed to be saying no to anyone.

Finally, I simply lay down in the middle of a busy room. A handsome man immediately crawled over to me. I beckoned him toward me for a sloppy kiss, and then he started sucking on my right tit.

Next thing I knew, a woman had moved in on my left and was sucking me as well. Her knowing tongue flicked my nip, and I sighed with pleasure. I stroked both their heads, running my fingers languidly through their hair.

I looked down over the heads of my suckling companions and saw a man kneeling before me. I parted my legs in invitation, and he dropped his face between my spread thighs. His tongue slithered along my slick slit. He delved fearlessly inside my cunt, and my hips bucked. My two tit-suckers went at me with renewed effort as a long cry built in my throat.

I was humping hard against that anonymous face. He was tonguing my clit with cunning expertise. When I came, my voice was only one of a dozen within earshot shrieking in a similar sexual crescendo.

My suckling woman suddenly heaved up and laid her wet mouth across mine. I kissed her deep, our tongues dancing. She released a growl and hoarsely said something in a language I didn’t understand. But I had the impression she’d asked me something.

Carefree, I simply nodded, and I was delighted when she sat up and flung her leg over my face. Without any further ceremony, she lowered her pussy onto my mouth.

I speared my tongue gamely up into her. There I tasted the salty residue of jizz, as well as her sweet natural pussy flavor. She moaned with pleasure and ground down on my open mouth. I ate her vigorously, zeroing in on her clit.

Meanwhile, a body pushed between my legs. I raised my hips upward to signal my interest. Soon a cock — which belonged to someone I absolutely could not see because of the woman riding my face — was slotted into my pussy. A man was stroking eagerly in and out of me. The anonymity was exhilarating. I’d never experienced anything like it before.

My female lover humped my mouth, and I coaxed and prodded her clitoris. Looking up, I watched with delight while she squeezed her own tits and her head whipped back and forth. The fucker between my legs was pounding me now, and a buzzing climax swept over me just as he — whoever he was — shot his cream into me.

The woman came on my face seconds later, then unsaddled herself.

In a wondrous sexual delirium, I went crawling off to find further fun. There was plenty to be had. I encountered a woman, who nodded toward my ass. I nodded back, not sure what she was after but eager to find out. As I was positioned on all fours, she parted my cheeks and licked my asshole with great enthusiasm.

A moment later, a man came along with his hard cock bobbing before him. The woman grabbed his shaft and pointed him toward my ass. I reared back eagerly as he pushed his slick cockhead against my asshole. Pleasure bloomed through me as he sank himself inside. I sighed and suddenly found a different man kneeling in front of me. I opened my mouth and took his offered cock, sucking him down to his balls.

The ass-fucker struck a steady pace, and the other man began to earnestly fuck my face — his balls slapping my chin. The men worked in sync and came within seconds of each other. I drank down one stranger’s cream as another’s hot goo filled my rear passage.

More and more fun followed until finally I came across Hannah. We dressed and left, utterly spent. Jaeger’s car took us back to the hotel, where we took a scalding shower together and fell into bed, with our arms around one another. Sometime in the night, we drifted awake and made slow sleepy love.

I loved her so much. I realized then that when we returned to America, we would arrive as a couple, forever bonded by our mutual adventure.