She did not let go of me for a single second and whenever and wherever she had a chance, she pressed herself closely to me.
“Just touching you is sheer delight. It is too bad that I have to wear this ridiculous nightgown, but I have to do that because we cannot risk being discovered by my husband.”
She received me with the most passionate embrace and the tenderest kisses when I positioned myself again. She was all feeling. I tried out her pretty passion pit. It was very dry. The glands were swollen and burning hot; little god Hymen stood as erect as a branch.
I had become extremely passionate. I told my girl to cross her legs behind my back, placed my hands under her beautiful buttocks and started to play with my fingers in her cleft.
After a few hesitant movements in front of her love grotto, I decided to slam hard and penetrate at once. She uttered a passionate scream. It was a delicious sight to look at her, knowing myself deep inside her and seeing her lose herself in rapture. A fine fragrance enveloped us. Small pearls of dew settled upon our bodies. Her cheeks made the glow of early dawn look bleak and lackluster, and every twitch of her lovely face expressed greater joy and satisfaction.
“It is burning, darling! My insides are… being consumed… ooh!”
The moment of decision had come. I pressed her closer to me and doubled my speed…
“Now!”
The words died on her lips, she tumbled into a voluptuous swoon with a low moan, her passion pit was filled to the brim, I felt her quivering delight, and then she received my copious love sacrifice with a passionate cooing.
We had not yet completely recuperated when we heard the old man approach. I had to disappear into my hideout.
His bedroom was next door. I heard him undress himself, humming a song. Finally he entered, walked up to the bed and saw that his beloved wife was sound asleep.
It seemed as if he was about to leave the room when he suddenly thought the better of it and came back to the bed again.
Can you imagine, dear reader, how I felt when I heard him take off his nightgown and crawl into the bed to lie next to my beloved!
“Are you asleep, darling?…”
“Yes… I was asleep.”
“Oh, you are perspiring so much; do you feel a little better?”
“Just a little bit! And you are disturbing me.”
“I didn't intend to, but you are so beautiful!”
“Oh, please, not now!”
“Just a little… well, well… you're quite moist down there.”
“I have perspired tremendously.”
“Oh, yes, yes, I can feel that! I am beginning to feel very excited here with you. Come here, my darling, I feel very warm.”
“Oh, please, be considerate with me tonight.”
“I won't make it too bad on you.”
“I beg you!”
“Well, I beg you, too. It is nice and cozy and warm in here. Come on now, come here. Aah! You are so nice and warm! I have never before felt so strange when I came to you.”
“I am beginning to get irritated with you.”
“But my little dove, I want to give you pleasure. Feel here, quick, quick, feel! Now are you convinced? Well, you could help me a little bit.”
And the old man started to pant and cough and snore, and after long trials and tribulations he had to admit that he could not do it.
“I have told you, my pet, you are only wearing yourself out, and me… oh, well… here it is …”
“Oh, darn it! And I was so passionate… wait… I think I can do it! Yes, I think I can… just you wait!”
“Please, don't torture me!”
“I have no intention of torturing you. Here, look… it's all wet, see? I think I did it… I really did it!”
I could have exploded, partly because I had to laugh and partly because this delicious altar of love was so profanely defiled by the old man.
“Fine, my pet, now please let me take my rest.”
“Oh, but I want to sleep with you.”
“I would love to have you here with me, if only I felt a little better.”
That would have been some joke, if the old man had insisted upon his conjugal rights!
Finally the old man dragged himself away and my love was back in my arms in no time.
“I am ashamed, dear Baron, that you had to be a witness to this!”
“I will forget everything when I can take you in my arms.”
But she seemed to have lost her previous passion.
I tried everything my imagination could devise. I tickled her, I kissed her, gave little lovebites, nibbled, played and rubbed to no avail.
I suggested we should get up. She agreed to that and locked the door with a bolt so that it would be impossible to open it from the outside.
There I was, holding my Venus in my outstretched arms, enjoying the sight of her beautiful limbs and body.
I noticed a towel. I got it, and started to rub her gorgeous behind.
She soon noticed the effect. She pressed herself against me and her breathing quickened. I kept this up for quite some time and finally she was slowly spasming.
I led her toward the bed; her knees were weak.
“And now, my darling, pull up your legs, brace yourself and lift up a little bit…”
There would have been no need for me to tell her this; she lifted herself so high that I had to watch out not to lose my equilibrium.
She held in a little bit.
“Ooh, I… can't any longer.”
“Am I, too,… tormenting you, dearest?”
“You must… be… kid… ding… Oooooh!”
Her passion was burning.
“I… can't… stand… it …”
Her breathing was slow and heavy.
She kept hovering on the verge.
“Oooooh!.. Now…!”
It wouldn't come.
I doubled my thrusts and soon my rod overflowed. She started to quiver under me, closed her eyes, and then… her little pleasure fountain started to bubble, it filled to the brim and flowed over. Voluptuously swooning we rested belly to belly.
Her face still showed the signs of our passion when I lifted the blanket and gazed upon her mound of Venus. The curls were covered with light foam and the rose-colored lips peeked through and smiled at me. She pulled me back on top of her, kissed me passionately and we fell asleep, holding each other in firm embrace.
I was startled when I opened my eyes to discover that it was already daylight. I awakened my lady fair, and she was even more startled than I.
“Oh, my God, how will you ever get away from here without being discovered?”
“It is still early. We can still sacrifice our gifts to the Goddess of Love and Passion. I suggest we do this forthwith to the best of our ability.”
And we gathered all our strength together and started our sacrifice. We emptied the cup of passion with the greatest of pleasure.
My beautiful lady helped me to dress. It was very difficult to separate. A kiss here and a kiss there, and we still could not decide to leave each other.
Dorothea was sound asleep. We woke her up and she led me downstairs to let me out.
She asked, laughingly, if I had eaten everything, including dessert.
8. I AM GOING TO SPILL A LOT OF BLOOD
I visited my beautiful Madame Flamman at least twice a week till she announced that she was pregnant and therefore had to forego further pleasures.
As soon as Old Man Brambur, her father, heard of the coming event, he threw a great party, and I was among the guests he had invited.
Among the guests was a pretty young brunette who looked very passionate and willing to me and, most important, she seemed attracted to me. I had been fasting for at least one whole month and was starving for affection.
I liked Mademoiselle Raschman very much and she seemed to be pleased with my attentions.
The dinner was held on the patio of Old Man Brambur's gardens and many couples walked arm in arm toward the gazebos, bushes and fountains. I suggested that little Raschman and I take a stroll into the gardens and she accepted.