She pressed me deep into her body and flooded me as strongly as she had done the very first time. I finally thought that she was going to let go of me.
But she held me in her firm grip.
“No my dear sir, you owe me one; I have spent alone and I claim my right to try once more.”
We did not even rest up for one minute and she started all over again.
“Now, my dear Baron, I feel that you have revived. Do your duty and crown the works.”
I had to summon all my powers just to overcome my revulsion, but then, half out of spite, I started to poke her with such force that I had the feeling her spongy Venus mound was about to dissolve under my powerful jolts.
Every nerve in my body jerked painfully when I finally spent. She held me and pressed me deep inside herself so she would not lose anything. Then her own cup flowed over, which at least lessened the sharp pain a little bit.
After this experience, I felt no desire to see my beautiful fat countess alone again.
9. THE END OF THE SECOND BOOK
My readers are now familiar with a large part of my experiences and if they have compared one or the other, they may have drawn certain conclusions. They can also rest assured that I have done the same, even more so.
The unexplainable ecstasy in the arms and against the bosom of a beautiful female is the highest, yes the only, true and great human pleasure. One will look for it in vain in the arms of a blonde at Mother Dore's, even less against the bony chest of that blue-eyed lady and it becomes distasteful, yes even repulsive and nerve-racking in the insatiable embraces like those of the countess.
I cannot prescribe for my readers the type of female where ecstasy becomes heavenly and the only thing worth living for. The concept of beauty is relative, as are the ways of embracing and the feeling of passion; everyone builds his images out of his own desires, his own experiences and therefore it is very difficult for anyone to be truly short-changed, unless he has been cut off completely.
I will now take my reader along with me on my further experiences. You know of my intention to visit the University. I had asked for leave of absence from the Army, but my request was denied. I therefore decided to quit altogether.
I took my learned friend, Balthasar was his name, along with me and asked him if he did not mind becoming my lifelong companion. He agreed. For two years we visited the colleges and universities and traveled through Italy, France and England for another two. My most curious experiences are written down in my third book. I hope that you, dear reader, will agree with me, and I hope too that I will have succeeded in sparking your fantasy with it, as I have done with these first two books of mine. If I did not succeed, I hope you will forgive me.
BOOK THREE
1. WHAT YOU CAN EXPECT IN THIS THIRD BOOK
It is not at all my intention to entertain you with an extensive history of my academic years, nor do I wish to bother you with a complete description of all my travels. I will only give you, dear reader, a full account of my temperament.
I have not wasted my time and I can honestly state that with the guidance of my devoted companion Balthasar I have gathered more knowledge than one would normally expect from a person of my rank and standing.
There are travel descriptions about Italy, France and England galore and consequently I will mention nothing about them, though I do possess enough information to fill several volumes since I have spent considerable time in their capital cities. I will entertain my readers with lesser adventures and I hope that this will be to their satisfaction.
2. SOMETHING VAGUE
I had been at the Academy for over half a year and I had still not been able to make an acquaintance. I did not like the few opportunities I had and the others that I wanted were somehow connected with all sorts of unsolvable difficulties.
I started to feel a certain uneasiness. I noticed loss of appetite and I became restless and moody. The moment Balthasar noticed this, he asked me with much friendliness: “My dear Baron, what is wrong with you?”
“A lot, dear Balthasar, but I don't know what it is.”
“You don't? Poor man! Aren't you occasionally plagued by restlessness, inner excitement and increased heartbeat…?”
“Why, yes! You describe it exactly as if you are suffering from it, too.”
“And don't you know what is wrong with you? By my honor, I believe that you have never truly searched your heart. Don't you find relief from those symptoms whenever a pretty female face smiles at you?”
“Really, my dear friend, that's what I miss most. There is an emptiness in my heart, an unstilled desire… can you feel how strong my heart beats?”
“I can see eyes full of passion; they tell me everything I need to know. Why didn't you make some acquaintances? Methinks… look in yonder window up there; I should have sorely misjudged your condition if you were disinterested in her.”
“No, I am not exactly disinterested, and she has made it quite clear that I strike her fancy… only, I remain cold… there is no great attraction… I… I cannot express in words how I feel.”
“I do admit that without a passionate attraction consorting with women is relatively empty. However, I am surprised; a young man of your age is easily inflamed at the sight of almost any bearable female figure. Or is it that you have been spoiled too much?”
“How do I know, my dear Balthasar? Come, let us go for a ride.”
I had no idea where I wanted to go. I felt an aching throughout my entire body and was so miserable that I even wanted to pick a fight with the bedroom curtains.
“Go wherever you want, as long as it is far enough,” I said to the coachman as I stepped into the coach. I did not really listen to Balthasar's stories and answered his questions only halfway. We stopped at a way station where we met a well-known actor and three actresses.
“Good boy, if this is where your 'something vague,' leads you,” whispered my friend to me, “we can entertain ourselves. You see, those girls are not bad looking. Which one do you select?”
“At the moment… no one,” was my answer.
We ordered a few bottles of wine and invited the actors to be our guests. They finally accepted after the first few polite refusals.
The joyfulness of a little woman made me feel somewhat better, and since she seemed to pay most of her attention to me, I finally sat down next to her and noticed that she liked that very much.
Our hands touched; I squeezed, and she squeezed back.
She got up and walked over to the window.
“Are you leaving me, beautiful woman?”
“Because I wish I was here alone with you.”
“That is very flattering for me.”
I threw my arm around her neck and pressed a passionate kiss upon her heavily made-up lips.
She looked at me.
“Beautiful woman, would you like to go with me into the garden? I can see from here that the rays of sunlight make a beautiful pattern through the tree leaves.”
She offered me her small, pretty arm, and we left.
I felt a certain fire burn deep inside me which created a much better mood than I had known for a long time. Talking became easier and I almost started to enjoy myself thoroughly. I noticed a gazebo at the end of the garden and directed our steps toward it. A wooden bench and a stone-hewn table were its only furniture. I leaned against the latter, embraced my little Eve tightly and kissed her upon the forehead. While doing so, I happened to notice that her breasts were extraordinarily beautiful.
“Beautiful woman, would you care to make me very happy and drive with me to your home?”
“If you could find a graceful way of doing it as far as the others are concerned, I would be more than happy, because we are on foot.”