Milly is working as a model in Florence, in the 1920's, sitting for naughty photos and furthering her sensual education . . .

When the other guests started to arrive Milly soon found herself surrounded by bright young things of both sexes and several nationalities. A cosmopolitan air prevailed as she was introduced to 'Jacques from France, Hilda from Holland, Nico from Greece . . .' and so on, until her head was whirling.

Eventually she counted nine new guests, all very good-looking and with friendly dispositions. They were united by a secret bond, which made them all very familiar with each other. Milly noticed how readily they touched each other, kissed and hugged. She began to feel as if she were part of one big, happy family and it was a very nice feeling indeed.

Promptly at eight they all went into the large dining-room where the table was set for fourteen. They made a merry party, with jokes being told in one language and translated into other languages all down the table. At the head sat Georgie, very much in command, and when the meal was drawing to an end he stood up, glass in hand, and proposed a toast, 'To the newest member of our little company: Milly, from England!'

'Milly from England!' came the resounding response.

'We don't ask our novices to give speeches,' Georgie began. 'But we do require that you take part in a special ceremony of initiation. It's a kind of party game really. It helps you to get to know people . . .' At this there were sniggers all round the table, which he silenced with a frown. 'And I think you will enjoy it, too. Carlo, the blindfold!'

She was startled when a thick, black scarf was tied over her eyes. Was this to be a game of Blind Man's Bluff? Somehow she didn't think so. There was a great deal of giggling going on as she was led away from her chair. She heard them clearing away the dishes and cutlery, then she was helped up onto the table top by willing hands.

'Now kneel down,' she heard Georgie say at her side. 'Don't worry, there are people all round you so you shan't fall. Good! Now then, you shall choose your first victim. Names into the hat, fellows.'

There was more giggling and scuffling, then Milly's hand was guided into a hat filled with folded scraps of paper. She took one out as instructed. There was a pregnant silence and then an outbreak of whispers and giggles.

'Lucky fellow!' she heard a girl's voice say nearby. 'He'll have the best of her tongue, before she gets tired!'

The words fired Milly's imagination and when she heard someone climb up onto the table just in front of her she grew even more excited. Georgie began to explain what she had to do in his deep, authoritative voice. 'Now my dear, you are going to have to guess the identity of this young man, whose name you have just pulled out of the hat. But I'm afraid the only clue you will have is the taste of his member. If you still cannot guess his name after you have used your tongue on him, we may give you a clue. Oh, I nearly forgot: hands behind your back! We trust you not to use them and we shall not tie them unless you misbehave.'

A warm flush of excitement filled Milly from head to toe and she contemplated doing what she had been longing to do earlier. She did not flinch from performing fellatio in front of the others since she had done it before with her friends and, besides, she knew that she would probably be working with them all sooner or later. It seemed as good a way as any to break the ice. Obediently she interlaced her fingers behind her back and half opened her mouth, ready to receive the lucky man's organ.

The feel of it surprised her as it knocked awkwardly against her cheek with eager force, like a blow from a padded hammer. A small cheer went round the table as the man realigned it and she enveloped the glans with her lips. Her tongue flicked into the groove where a drop of salty liquid resided and she sighed with the pleasure of it. She opened wider and slowly the long, thick prick was fed into her willing mouth, the top of the hard shaft rubbing against the roof of her mouth while she licked the underside with her tongue.

A loud groan told her that the anonymous male was enjoying it just as much as she was and, encouraged, she moved her head rapidly back and forth so that she could tongue the length of him more vigorously. The spectators quickly receded from her mind so that all she was aware of was the lusty cock and the man it was attached to, building up her own picture of him that probably had nothing to do with reality. She had entirely forgotten the point of the 'game,' believing that she was simply engaged in bringing her partner to a climax by the fastest possible route.

So it came as a shock suddenly to hear Georgie's voice in her ear saying, 'Have you
guessed the name of the man you are so expertly pleasuring, my dear?'

With her mouth full of solid, virile flesh, Milly could not possibly reply.

Someone nearby began softly whistling. It was a tune Milly recognised, though she could not give a name to it at first. Then the penny dropped: of course, the Marseillaise! The penis was pulled from her mouth and she hazarded a guess. 'Could it be . . . Jacques?'

A roar went all round the table, accompanied by sporadic applause. Georgie congratulated her, but before she had time to bask in her glory another name was drawn from the hat and a second phallus submitted to the lip-test. This one was long, thin and sweetly scented with a slightly soapy taste. Milly began to ponder on its owner's identity straight away. She had a hunch that he might be Italian. Could it be Carlo? No, his dick was quite short and thick she remembered. There was only one other Italian man and that was Bruno. Yes, she fancied that his organ's dimensions were similar to this. And perhaps it had that distinctive flavour because it had recently been in the bath with Lotte.

Milly moved her head back quickly so that the penis fell from her lips and said, 'I think
this is Bruno!'

The laughter that spread round the table this time was knowing, suggestive. Milly knew
they all thought she was better acquainted with Bruno's member because she had encountered it before. She blushed, wishing she had waited longer before identifying it. And, judging from the disappointed groan that issued from Bruno's lips, he wished she had too!

Milly calculated that she had three more to identify, and as the third erect cock was placed against her lips she mentally reviewed the candidates. Did this one belong to Hans, Nico or Carlo? There was a certain familiarity about it, she decided. Something about the smell or feel of it against her. Yes, she was sure she had been close to this organ before, so that could only mean that it was attached to her partner in that afternoon's proceedings.

'Carlo!' she announced, when she had given it a thorough tasting on all sides.

'Three out of five correct,' she heard Georgie say. 'Remarkable!'

But her luck did not last, neither could her powers of deduction prevent her from guessing the last two wrongly. She attributed the sturdy, circumcised member to Hans but it turned out to be Nico's. Although the last to present himself could only have been Hans, by process of elimination, he was allowed to have his turn and she gave his small, thick penis a good, long sucking before triumphantly announcing his name to loud applause.

'Well done, Milly. Now we shall remove the blindfold,' Georgie said.

She blinked when the scarf was removed from her eyes and the first person she saw was Georgie, standing beside the table with a camera on a tripod.

'Oh no!' she gasped. 'You weren't taking photographs all the time?'

Everyone fell around laughing as Milly understood the trick that had been played on her. But was glad enough to join in the joke as it was all very good-humoured. And, besides, how could she object to such photographs since they were the sole raison d'être her being there?