Once Ingrid got to her hotel suite, she immediately jumped into a shower without first engaging in conversation with either Ophelia or Natasha. Her return to the suite was so tardy, that after her shower, she had just enough time to get properly dressed and join her two room mates for brunch at a nearby restaurant before embarking to the Sydney Opera House for the afternoon matinée performances. In the conversation during the ensuing meal, Ingrid was to learn that Ophelia also scored, and had sex that evening. Her companion turned out to be an Australian physician from Perth and was staying at the same hotel, and so they made love in his room.
His name was Dr Harry Campbell, and he was in Sydney for a three day medical conference starting the next day, and ending Saturday afternoon. The conference provided all attendees with tickets to our heroines' Saturday night concert at the Sydney Opera House. Dr Campbell was delighted that Ophelia was able to invite him to the backstage dressing rooms. He gave the impression that he understood what a possible impromptu party would entail, and that he would not be averse to such activity.
Ophelia was able to relate a kinky side to the good doctor's sexual proclivities, "When he finished fucking me for the first time, I could feel his cum dripping out of me. So as is my normal wont in such cases, I stuck my finger down there to scoop up some, for my tasting pleasure. When he saw me doing it, he said, 'Here let me help you.' Lo and behold, he thereupon went down on me, and slurped up all of his spent cum that could be slurped up. He then came up to meet my lips for some cum swapping kissing. It was truly a heady experience, I can assure you. And, oh yes that was a pun intended!"
All three of them broke down in laughter in reaction to Ophelia's wisecracks. As the laughter died down, Ingrid was inspired to declare, "Well Ophelia, that sure was very instructive. I think you've given me some ideas for my adventures for tonight. I'll be sure to report back on my successes."
The previous night, Natasha had performed concertos by Mendelssohn, Tchaikovsky and Sibelius. The audience had reacted so enthusiastically to her performances, that Natasha treated them to an encore. She played the theme music from the movie El Cid composed by Miklós Rózsa, and executed this music with a truly hauntingly unbelievable passion that drove the audience wild. In addition to the typical congratulatory bouquet of roses presented to Natasha, the stage was strewn with other bouquets of flowers that were spontaneously tossed from the audience. Although, Natasha was naturally delighted by the unexpected excessive approbation, still she couldn't help wondering, 'Where the hell did all those flowers come from?'
The print and television reviews of Natasha's performance were, not surprisingly, superlative. Even the reputed severest music critic in Australia suggested that Natasha's performance could never be surpassed. Naturally, Ophelia and Ingrid were thrilled for Natasha and it made for a delightful meal time conversation. Ingrid could not help but tease, "My goodness Natasha according to the reviews your performance last night was unbelievably exceptional. I'm in despair that neither Ophelia nor I could manage even to come close to the high caliber standard of musicianship you have established for our Sydney stopover in this world tour of yours."
Natasha wryly replied, "From what you have told me about your last night's activities, at least you two can take comfort in having established a high caliber standard in a different category."
In such a joyful mood they repaired to the Sydney Opera House to perform some chamber music. Their matinée performances consisted of trios by Beethoven, Mozart, Schubert and Tchaikovsky. In the evening, Ophelia performed cello concertos by Delius, Hayden and Vivaldi. Her performance was very well received as well. The applause were relentless enough that Ophelia also treated the audience with an encore. She played her cello versions of Beatles songs, consisting of Eleanor Rigby, Norwegian Wood and Hey Jude.
Meanwhile, Natasha and Ingrid after dinner, tried their hand at the bar in their hotel. Having been made aware that the hotel was holding a medical convention, they surmised that a plethora of unattached physicians, at least for the night, might be available to remedy anything that might ail them. While awaiting for the same to appear they partook in some spicy conversation. Natasha offered some insight, "I noticed at brunch that you were intrigued by Ophelia's cum swapping anecdote."
"Yes I think I'd like to try it, if my prospective gentleman partner would not object."
"As you know, I'm close friends with Vivian Laaning, the Estonian Ambassador. During one of our discussions about sex, she mentioned that she and her sister had occasionally indulged in some threesomes. When sodomy was part and parcel of their activity, they did not utilize Vaseline or KY jelly as a lubricant. Instead they used butter, generously applied in the receiving ass hole and on the invading cock. The resultant ejaculate had a pleasing flavorful taste, no doubt because of the butter. They proclaimed the concoction as 'buttery sperm'. A taste that I daresay is truly unique."
Ingrid asked, "As sodomy is less frequent in straight sex, than vaginal penetration, wouldn't you get 'buttery sperm' just by sticking butter in one's twat?"
Natasha replied, "Yes but there is more moist female secretions in one's vagina than in the rectum. Therefore, the butter flavor is diluted. For true 'buttery sperm' it has to be ass fucking."
Ingrid replied, "Of course. Silly of me not to grasp the obvious." At that, they mutually broke up in hearty laughter at their banal repartee.
Their loud display of mirth caught the attention of a nearby male patron, who as a result promptly approached their table. He said, "I could not help notice that you two lovely ladies were enjoying a joke, and I was wondering if it's not an inside joke or too intimate a joke, whether you'd mind sharing it? Speaking for myself, I could use some laughter."
Natasha was the mistress of retorts, so she replied, "Why don't you join us kind sir? You're quite right to surmise that the impetus for our laughter is not intimately shareable at this moment. Perhaps if we get more familiar with you, we just might become more emboldened to satisfy your curiosity. For now, if you are truly in need of a laugh you could pretend we were speaking in a different language. Actually because we're Americans that's probably not a stretch. So, I could say in your, language, 'My friend and I shared a joke. Please laugh'!"
The gentleman did laugh, possibly independent of Natasha's urging. He accepted the invitation to join our heroines, and gallantly ordered a round of drinks. He introduced himself as Lachlan James, a pharmaceutical sales representative from Melbourne, who was presenting a sales pitch to the medical convention on Friday and Saturday afternoons. The ladies duly introduced themselves, and indicated they would be performing at the Sydney Opera House on Saturday. He said, "The convention has provided me with a ticket, and I was not inclined to go as I'm here in Sydney alone. However, since I've met you I think I'll revise my plans."
In unison the ladies exclaimed, "Please do come. We can offer you a pass admission to see us in our backstage dressing rooms after the performance. And who knows, maybe an impromptu party could ensue there."
