I sat down upon the bench, pulled her upon my lap and started the most passionate tongue-play which seemed to give incredible pleasure to the pretty little woman. I became very warm and my desire reared its head.
“Your face is becoming very flushed!”
“Beautiful woman…”
I slipped my hand under her skirt.
She held it and smiled.
“Should I be prim?”
“Do you think that goes well with my passion?”
“If you weren't so charming… I don't know yet what attracts me so strongly to you.”
I succeeded in getting to the rosebush and believed that I had never felt one that was prettier and smaller. The little passion pit was tight and firm, proof enough that the little woman had allowed very few visitors.
I almost swooned.
“It is very difficult to contain myself, beautiful woman.”
“This place is very uncomfortable, couldn't you wait a little? After all, you are going to escort me home. At this very moment I really don't feel much like it.”
I got up and felt a very painful pressure.
“Beautiful man, I feel sorry for you.”
She leaned against the table and looked at me with the eyes of a gazelle.
I was incapable of stopping myself, sat her down upon the table, lifted her skirt, stepped in between her thighs, liberated my prick and it jutted out in full glory.
“What makes you think I will give in to your sudden passion?”
I put her feet up on the bench, pulled her closer toward me and my prick stood at the entrance of her grotto. It was larger and more swollen than I had ever seen it. And my beautiful woman gasped when it started to penetrate her grotto.
After the initial movements, her languid eyes betrayed the pleasure she received from the guest she had taken in. Soon her lips started to quiver and her breathing became halting.
“You are coming on too strong… I can't stand it anymore… please… please… not anymore… not… aaah! more… more!”
She became weaker while I became stronger.
But suddenly she countered with one enormous push and at almost the same time we emptied the cup of passion with indescribable delight.
“This position was new for me and I am almost ashamed that you found me so easy to take. If my girl friends were ever to find out what an easy pushover-I believe that is the word for it-I have been for you, I would never hear the last of it!”
“Why would that be, beautiful woman?”
“Don't act so innocent, my dear sir. There are very few who can boast the favor, and it took them long and arduous squiring. And if I don't feel anything here (she put her hand upon her heart), there is nothing in the world which could induce me. I enjoy my pleasure too much to barter it and I want you to know right now that whatever happened in here does not give you the right to certain privileges any time you think of them.”
She said it with a very proud expression which made her look even prettier, since it seemed too natural for her.
Balthasar met us. He took one look at me, then he kissed Madame's hand and said, “I thank you, beautiful woman for putting life back into my friend's sad eyes.”
She said sarcastically, “If I have helped to contribute to your friend's happiness then it is he who should thank me, and not his faithful friend.”
Balthasar was too surprised to even blush, and he did not know what to say.
We returned to the rest of our company and Madame Zertha (that was her name) drove home with me in my coach.
3. REMARKABLE CAPRICE
I stopped off at Madame Zertha's home. She prepared a light supper and entertained me very pleasantly.
I asked her permission to spend the night with her.
“If I permit you this,” she said smilingly, “you will have reason to regret it. Take my advice and be satisfied with a few hours. Then…”
“Regret it?!” I exclaimed. “How remarkable…”
“Remarkable indeed, but that's because you don't know me. Oh, well, I'll grant you the night but I assure you beforehand that you will leave out of your own volition.”
I could not understand it.
I helped her to undress. I was surprised to discover that a woman of her kind had such beautiful breasts, so pretty and firm that they would have been the pride and adornment of any sixteen-year-old girl.
I prevented her from putting on her nightgown and loosened her silken underskirt which only hid her pretty calves halfway. She fled under the blanket.
I begged her, but she remained covered.
“Take off your clothes and I will take you to me; but whatever your curious eyes may want to see, they shall not look at it.”
“Would you deny me the pleasure of admiring your fabulous body?”
“If you want to find pleasure in my embrace, it would be silly to deny you this, especially since I have already given myself to you once. But it is basically against my good taste; do what you think you have to do and no more …”
I undressed and got into the bed with her. My hands had every liberty but she did not even allow my eyes to gaze upon her gorgeous milk-white globes.
I had to admit that I was very disappointed not to be able to satisfy my curiosity, especially since I could feel that her pretty little rosebush was covered with the finest wool all the way up to her little navel. It was something I had never felt before.
“Come here, and let your curiosity make place for ecstasy.”
She embraced me and pulled me on top of her.
“But please, let your little boy be a bit more careful this time, otherwise you will cause me considerable pain.”
I followed her directions and went into her quite slowly.
“Stop! Not so deep!”
The sensations were extraordinary and soon I forgot all my temperance.
“Oh, oh!.. it hurts!”
Her little hand clutched my prick to prevent it from getting in any deeper.
“That's better… stop!”
Her breath quivered.
And the more she hurt, the more firmly did she clutch my staff which unquestionably experienced the strongest release ever, causing her to swoon and release it.
“Ooh, I am going to die!”
She could not talk any longer and I penetrated deeper and deeper, and the more her passion pit opened itself, the farther I went inside. She spasmed; my pike was captured and I was deep inside her up to the very hilt.
How delightful.
“And now, my dear man, let us rest till the friendly morning sun opens our eyes.”
But I intended to bring Venus a second sacrifice. She declined. I begged her, showed her my intense passion. To no avail!
“We will become enemies if you try to penetrate me once more,” she said and turned on her other side.
I don't have to explain to my readers that it was incredibly difficult for me to remain impassive when lying next to such a beautiful and charming creature.
I renewed my trials and became more and more passionate because of her resistance, and started to become a little bit more forceful.
She became furious and pushed me away.
That made me wild. I lost my senses and forced her under me. She pressed her thighs firmly together; I became furious and actually jammed my rod between them, grabbed her buttocks, labored frantically and flooded the soft rosebush with my balsam. Then I sank limply down on the mattress.
She pushed me out of the bed.
“Sir, you are rough, unmannered and you will never see me again. And if you want to do me one more pleasure, remove yourself from my presence.”
I would have left without that speech.
It is a very funny feeling to be treated that way by a woman. A mixture of resentment and bitterness, anger, fear and anxiety, and also of hope, the hope to be victorious. Pleadings, accusations, threats fly back and forth till finally, after everything has been said and tried, quiet desperation takes over; one picks up his clothes and walks out into the street.