She quivered and quaked as if she had cold fever; her lips trembled and her teeth chattered. But I also noticed that she was rapidly forgetting the pains she had suffered, because her whimpering had almost ceased.
“And, my dearest Raschman, does it still hurt?”
She was breathing deeply without answering my question.
“If you love me, and if you feel better when you think that I am making up for the pain you had, you may put your arms around my neck and kiss me.”
She embraced me tightly and her lips sought mine hungrily.
My prick was still in her abode, gathering new strength. I started to move slowly.
“Tell me, dearest little one, does it still hurt?”
“Oh, no! But it burns…”
“I will cure that, too, for you. Pull up your legs a little bit, lean against your shoulder and lift your behind slightly. That's it! Do you think you could spread your thighs a little more? Beautiful!
“And now, put your arms around my neck and when it starts feeling good, you can start kissing me.”
I received many a kiss and finally it seemed as if her lips had grown onto mine. She lifted herself and pushed her lap toward me, flooding me with her juices of passion.
“Dearest girl, you are a passionate one.”
She did not answer, just breathed deeply.
My delights were great; the narrow entrance which fitted my tool like a firm glove exerted pressures which caused the most pleasant sensations.
I had just passed the point of no return; I firmly took her two small and firm buttocks in the palms of my hands and started to move quicker and with stronger strokes.
“And now, my dear Raschman, brace yourself, because you are about to receive my sacrifice to love and passion.”
“Ah!.. ah!.. aaah!”
“Kiss… me… now!”
“Oh, my God!”
“Are you all right, darling?”
Now my passion broke and barely had the nectar reached its altar when my dear girl fell in a deep and voluptuous swoon. Her passionate breathing and her warm fragrance proved to me that she was all feeling. She lay there as if drunk with happiness and she did not move at all.
I lifted the blanket. Her eyes were closed and she did not move a single muscle of her body; her breathing was quiet and regular; it seemed as if she had trailed off into a light slumber. Only a small tremulous sigh escaped from her lips now and then.
The moon was just shining through the window and lit up her little bedroom. I looked down upon my little girl's temple of love. Ooh! It was covered with blood and the bedsheets were ample witness to the bloody battle. The poor girl surely had suffered from her initiation into the secrets of love.
“What are you doing?”
“I was just looking at your lovely temple of love which I have just opened to make future happiness easier.”
“Why don't you say that you are looking at the results of the torture rack?”
“Are you regretting it, dear girl?”
“I certainly am! I wish that you would have to suffer those pains; I have never been hurt so much in all my life!”
“But now… admit it, darling, was the great ecstasy of love not worth the trouble?”
“I… don't know…”
“You don't? For that remark you should be properly punished.”
And I closed her tightly into my arms. Soon we experienced a new wave of passion and were lost in the throes of love.
9. PRESENCE OF MIND
My dear little Raschman moved back into the city with her parents when the fall season started and all the opportunities for my nightly visits were suddenly cut off. I had to look around for other possibilities because by now it had become clear to me that I could not stand to be alone.
I soon made acquaintance with a pretty looking blonde who seemed very charming to me, and I decided to give it a try and possibly give her a tumble. Her beautiful dresses had misled me. She was a seamstress. But I did not want to back out, especially since I had already indicated what it was that I wanted. She lived downstairs in a small house on a narrow side street. I cannot deny that I was rather apprehensive when I went to visit her for the first time to spend the night. I started to think about all the people who might have preceded me into her bedroom and if my escapade with her could have any undesirable results.
My worries were unfounded as the reader will discover from what follows.
The silly girl held a long and seemingly well-prepared speech about lovemaking and its possible results, while I embraced her and covered her beautiful face with kisses.
“Why all this talk, darling? It is far better to enjoy it than it is to talk about it. Shall we take off our clothes?”
“Baron, why didn't I rebuke you as firmly as I have rejected many others before you?”
“How should I know?”
I was busy investigating her bosom, whose only outstanding feature was the silken-fine white skin. The size itself was… well, minimal.
Her thighs and hips were good, the silken bush was beautiful, the mound and cleft were nice and firm, the entrance was very, very narrow.
Could it be that I was about to break another flower?
It was difficult for me to believe it, but… it was true.
The mere idea kept me very excited, because the obvious lack of breasts had cooled my original ardor somewhat.
“Do you love me, beautiful girl?”
“Do you think I would offer myself to you if I did not?”
“Then let's get on with it; finish undressing and start enjoying our mutual pleasure.”
“Don't you think I am going too far?”
“Not at all, my dearest, not at all.”
Finally, after much cajoling and silly talk, we had divested ourselves of our clothing and nothing was hidden from my curious and critical eyes. Her body did not excite me at all; it was irregular and looked even worse because of her bad legs.
I carried her to the bed and prepared to open the entrance to her passion pit.
It was then that I noticed how ridiculously far down and behind it was. I told her to lift herself up, put pillows under her, tried everything I could think of, and still I was unable to get it at a proper angle.
The girl was beside herself with excitement, and because of my touching, probing and feeling she had turned into a senseless machine. Her breathing was quick and heavy, and a fine foam had matted her beautiful silken bush. The elaborate preparations also had had their effect on me; I had become exceedingly passionate and my prick had reached its maximum capacity.
“Darling, all our troubles are going to be in vain if you don't turn around. And get on all fours, or we'll never accomplish anything.”
She obviously resisted at first, but finally she gave in and knelt down in the position I had indicated.
Her behind had become surprising beautiful and appetizing. It was round, white and firm. I spread her thighs slightly apart, which afforded me the most charming view. Her cleft had opened to reveal a gorgeous blushing red, and little Hymen was guarding the entrance of her grotto. The sight of it made me go wild.
I put my pike at the entrance, the girl shivered; I pushed forward and she pulled back.
“No, dearest one, don't do that. Offer some resistance, or we'll never get anywhere.”
I put my arms around her waist and held her firmly. Then I pushed again and this time I was more successful. But just as the little Raschman had done, this girl, too, started to whimper and complain and was trying to get out from under me.
I tried to talk to her soothingly, I tried to convince her that this was the only way and, most of all, I tried to quiet her down. But I finally reached the point where I became convinced that all my talking was going to be in vain.
Therefore, I grabbed a good hold of her and pushed with all my might. I managed to fill her entire grotto.
The girl kept right on whimpering, but her reactions were truly amazing.