They pulled the panties down to her knees and Lord Frederick ordered that Petra's arsehole should be exceptionally well vase-lined. A slim nymph of eighteen would be tighter in that area than a young woman of twenty-two like Sonja. In Sonja's case, she had used the little entrance more and longer in the course of nature. Moreover, any man who had Sonja in his bed would surely have wanted to plumb her by every possible route. Petra was on her back with Julia holding her thighs nicely open. Though Petra went mad as soon as Otto's knob touched her cunt, it was hard to say whether panic or greed inspired the squirming of her thighs and the bucking of her hips. Otto did the right thing, however, by teasing her gently as his randy young tart who couldn't wait for a taste of spotted dick. Whatever the cause of her contortions and jiggings, it made little difference, since Petra was going to get it anyway-and would enjoy it when she did.
Despite the impressive size of his muzzle, Otto penetrated her without too much difficulty. Built as he is, there are few barriers which stand for long in his way. Moreover, Petra was not a pure virgin, for all her disdainful attitudes and posturings before the customers. She had had the pricks of one or two lucky Berlin lads as lodgers in her cunt. It had happened rarely and briefly, but Otto was not the first to explore this comfortable territory. Like Karl with Sonja, he rode long and easily, Petra's heels drumming on his back. She made howling and retching sounds as he did so, seeming to tell us that this was the most vile and abominable thing that a man ever did to a girl. We did not then know, but have discovered since, that Petra derives great excitement from pretending this revulsion and imagining to herself that every lover takes her by force. I think she truly meant to rebel when they turned her over on her belly for Otto to ravish the seat of beauty as well. Yet Petra knew that she would get it up her arse anyway and so, surely, she was rebelling only to have her resistance crushed. In this too, perhaps, she finds a thrill. As they tried to part her slim pale buttocks to make way for the heavy muzzle of Otto's tool, Petra tensed her rear cheeks against them, trying to press the halves together. We saw Petra's arsehole go tight and small as she barred the way. Having shown his mastery of Sonja with the school strap, Otto was not averse to using it for his own purposes. He stood over Petra and gave the eighteen-year-old nymph a savage smack across her slim buttocks with it. Petra screamed with uncontrolled panic. I do not know, Jack, if she had been daring him to do this, but I am quite sure Petra never dreamt that a school strap could hurt as much. A second whack of the leather across her demure buttocks brought a second scream. Petra was desperate to obey him now. She turned her hard young face and fringe to him, pleading, promising. But Otto was enjoying this too much. Whack! Smack!
Whack! Smack! Crack! The walls of the room rang with echoes of the searing lashes of the leather strap across the bare and writhing cheeks of Petra's bottom. Otto had subdued her easily and yet he was far from satisfied with her. The thrashing continued until Petra's demure young backside was blazing scarlet and all thought of further defiance was more than she dared to contemplate. Otto knelt astride her and presented the head of the battering ram to the tight rear loophole of the defiant citadel. A lunge and a pressing forward carried the day. There was a moment's shrillness from Petra, a cry of alarm from her, and then Otto gasped out his ecstasy at the tightness of the young nymph's backside which engulfed the hard length of his tool. As Petra's cries subsided and she submitted to that steady rhythm of the sodomy, it was only natural to twit-and chaff her for making such a fuss about so trivial a matter. If she did not join in the game of backgammon quite as lustily as Sonja had done, at least she lay there on her belly over the pillows and appeared to enjoy having it done to her. Otto kept her behind busy for some little while before he released the pent-up passion which had been simmering in his balls. Petra still retained a certain self-possession and dignity, for she was determined not to let us hear her cry out when the moment came. Cramming the corner of the pillow into her mouth, she emitted only a few stifled cries as the weapon shot off and pumped its salvoes into the depths of her slim backside. I will not weary you, Jack, with all the incidents which took place before the first yellow light of eastern sun touched the cool grey waters of the lake.
Several times Sonja and Petra, squirming on the beds in anticipation of their bridegrooms' return, cried out wildly that they had had enough cock for the time being and could not endure another ravishing in their present tender state. Who has not heard similar entreaties from every honeymoon suite? Yet once the penis was in place and the ride had begun, the hips and loins of the fillies moved with as eager a rhythm as those of their jockeys! I can best describe the extent and vigour of the pleasures by assuring you that when morning came, Sonja and Petra were obliged to walk with very small and cautious steps. The saddle of a bicycle was something which they might have contemplated with sheer horror. When the maids came to make the beds, they found not only the straps but a birch-rod in the folds of the sheets. It will not surprise you, then, to hear that when Sonja and Petra sat down to breakfast, it was with a wince and a sharp intake of breath. We smiled at this and reminded them that a honeymoon does not end after the first night. Karl and Otto are such fine fellows that they recover their strength easily in a few hours.
In the afternoon, I received a few well-bred young ladies of Berlin as my guests at tea. We talked freely among ourselves for they abhor prudery. Not one of them would miss the opportunity to have several girls as her slaves, in addition to the pleasures to be received from mankind. I made Sonja and Petra attend our little tea-party and, despite their blushes, explained that they had both enjoyed their first honeymoon night a few hours earlier. When Sonja asked if she might withdraw for a moment, three of the ladies pleaded the same necessity and went out immediately after her. You will guess the reason, Jack. When Sonja's knickers came down, these merry young ladies were determined that they must be there to watch.