I slammed the girls together repeatedly, Leisl trying desperately not to scream. Eventually I found I could not take anymore and stood up behind Leisl, aiming my erect manhood towards her anus. Leisl felt the tip press against her rear hole when she pulled back, my pre-cum moistening her opening.

“Yes…Pauli… please… fuck my ass.” She gasped. “Stick that hard cock in me now…”

I reached down to the tray of delights and lifted a small bottle of olive oil. Pulling out the stopper, I poured a stream along the length of my erection.

I took hold of her hips and pushed into her, stretching her hole. I then reached further forward and grabbed Cora’s hips and pulled us together. All three of us grunted with the pleasure running through us. When I drew back, I pulled Leisl back, so the dildo slipped out of Cora’s cunt. Reaching around, I lifted the strap-on and aimed the upper cock at her ass, the lower pushing her pussy lips apart. I felt both of the girls shivering in anticipation as I poured more of the olive oil onto Cora’s anus. Pausing, I released the tie around the base of my cock. Taking a firm hold of Cora’s hips I pressed the head of my swollen cock to Leisl’s tight rear hole and pulled us hard together again. We slammed together perhaps only seven or eight times before I erupted into Leisl’s ass. I bit down on her shoulder to stifle my desire to shout as my balls pumped what felt like flood of cum into her. In moments Leisl was bucking savagely and groaning loudly. I lifted my hand, still tasting of Cora’s pussy, and slipped the fingers into Leisl’s mouth. She sucked greedily, grunting and moaning as she tasted her mistress/slave. Leisl went rigid as her orgasm ran through her, the strap-on buried fully within Cora’s holes.  Cora pushed herself back hard and screamed into her gag as she orgasmed once more, jerking as the waves of ecstasy washed over her.

The three of us shuddered and panted together, only then becoming aware of the tumultuous applause resounding through the auditorium. We glanced out to see the crowd rising to a standing ovation, Mozart’s opera an obvious triumph. I noted that the Prince and his wife seemed to be dividing their praise, as was the lady in their adjacent box. Leisl pointed across and upwards.

“We seem to have quite a …number of appreciative …voyeurs” she gasped in between breaths.

I looked up as did Cora from her spread-eagle position to see the occupants of the box directly above the Prince’s clapping enthusiastically and calling for an ‘encore’ but looking directly back at us. The two couples’ attire seemed to be in slight disarray. I pulled out of Leisl, stepped to her left side and bowed gracefully, completely unabashed by my nakedness. Leisl laughed and mirrored my action, stepping to the right of Cora and curtsying to our audience. From my position I could see another box where a fully gowned lady was bouncing up and down on her partner, her arms on the rail to support her weight. Without the privacy screens that were fitted to ours and the Prince’s box they must, now with the lights up, be in full view of a substantial part of the auditorium, though obviously