“Dear Julie, I really liked the major best; he was so very virile and he had such a handsome face. I must admit that it took my breath away when he kissed my hand.”
“Yes, he was a rather nice man, but Freda, the captain with the incredible hawk nose, did you notice his fierce mien and his fiery eye?”
Everybody they had seen passed the review and was judged. Rose, after she had served the tea, was dismissed to her own room. And now the girls walked, arm in arm, up and down their room, telling each other about the effect the various personages had had upon their feelings. Even the well-rounded thighs and well-filled breeches were not forgotten.
Finally the two dear girls disrobed completely; my eyes feasted upon a very interesting and unusual sight. The girls kissed each other, pressed their milky globes against each other and rubbed their passion pits together. Kisses, mixed with sighs, sounded throughout the room and they held each other in tight embrace. I became very warm watching this scene. They sank down upon the couch, each holding a finger in the other's voluptuous grotto. They moved frantically until they finally collapsed, one on top of the other. I lifted my head and the bed curtains rustled. They were both very startled. I realized that I was about to be discovered anyway, so I made a little bit more noise. The girls seemed paralyzed. I threw off the covers, opened the curtains and stepped out of my bed. They screamed out loudly and fainted.
I tried everything in my power to revive them. Finally, Julie was the first to open her eyes.
“Excuse me, dear young lady, a fortunate mistake made me walk into your open room.”
She closed her eyes and her face turned blood red.
“Please leave us, sir…”
“That would be too terrible, dear girl.”
Freda slowly recuperated from her shock. She opened her eyes and when she saw that I held Julie in my arms, she fled into the bed. Both girls insisted that I should leave the room at once. Julie tried to twist herself out of my arms; I carried her to the bed, and after some slight arguments I was lying in between them and held an adorable little girl in each arm. After some initial shyness, they both soon returned my small attentions and kisses.
“The little games of love are very pleasant, my beautiful nymphets, but very unsatisfactory since they demand greater delights. I hope the two of you can agree as to who will receive the first sacrifice today and who will get the second one tomorrow.”
The girls each denied that they wanted to be the first but, nevertheless, they both snuggled up to me closer. I got up and looked around for a piece of paper to tear into two strips, one longer than the other.
“Pull, my beauties, the longest one has first rights.”
Freda got it, but she insisted that Julie would take it. She was a very well-built, healthy young girl and she allowed me to ascend the throne of love without any further resistance. Julie's face flushed and her eyes sparkled with barely hidden jealousy.
I made Freda pull up her legs a little, guided my staff into her grotto and meanwhile inserted my finger into Julie's temple of passion.
Freda's eyes gleamed with delight, her breath came haltingly and a whimpering moan slipped out of her heaving bosom. Her passion seemed to be contagious to Julie, whose breath became panting as her hips moved violently under my exploring hand. She kept my wrists firmly in her hands to make sure that my fingers would not escape from their warm nesting place.
My prick emptied its contents and Freda became wild under me. I had not yet spent entirely before her spring of passion started to overflow and Freda fell back upon the mattress in a most voluptuous swoon.
Now I turned my attentions to Julie. The poor child was being devoured by passion. She kissed me, nibbled at my lips and pressed her firm globes tightly against my side.
“Have a little patience, dearest Julie, and I hope to be able to satisfy you, too.”
She played with my prick, caressed it, and it started to lift itself. Her countenance betrayed the wildest desire and she herself guided it furiously into her grotto which seemed more hotly inflamed than passionately warm. She moved swiftly and amidst loud groans her cup of passion flowed over very quickly.
I now moved one hand under each girl's buttocks and let my fingers play and explore with the cleavages in between. Their spasms told me how much my explorations excited them.
Both were exceedingly voluptuous girls and I really would not know which of the two I would prefer. Their passion pits were equally beautiful; neither one of them had been defiled by misuse and the charms were still fully intact. Freda's renewed caresses had soon put new life into my staff and it did not need much enticing to enter the passion pit again. The poor dear girl did not yet know the value of temperance. She was too eager and she moved too quickly. Soon she closed her eyes, her lips met mine and my prick was bathed in a most copious stream.
Julie looked at me with great passion and her hungry eyes told me that she too wanted her turn again. I felt her passion pit and the dear girl's muscles contracted violently. Should I withhold my sacrifice from Freda?
While I was still asking myself that question, Julie had artfully succeeded in pushing her friend aside. She was even more eager and more violent. Within a minute she went into convulsions and sank exhausted back onto the pillows.
I viewed both beautiful and passionate bodies with intense pleasure. Their love pits were in slight disarray because of the constant floodings and Julie's pretty little passion lips were still foam-covered.
I finally decided to turn Julie around and have her kneel in front of me, resting on hands and knees. I kept Freda on her back, ascended her throne of passion, threw an arm around each of the pretty bodies and guided my hand into Julie's passion pit. It was sheer delight to hear both girls groan and pant.
Julie: “Ooh… it's… too much!”
Freda: “O-o-o-o-OOOOh!”
Julie: “Cannot stand… much… more!”
Freda: “A little… deeper!”
Julie: “I… I… ooh… I'm… choking!”
Freda: “Ooh… ooh… please, have… m-e-r-c-y!”
Julie collapsed and Freda almost lost her mind when both, at the same time, sacrificed on Venus' altar and I too sacrificed again to the goddess of love. With both girls embracing me, Morpheus took the three of us under his wings and we did not awaken till well in the afternoon of the next day.
I could tell many more anecdotes with young and elderly ladies of the various German courts and with many another pretty young miss, but the reader will have to excuse me for not going into any more detail.
A FINAL CHAPTER
I went back to my home after it had been rebuilt according to my specifications. Soon thereafter my father came to live with me and two years later he died. His remains are buried in a small stand of dark cypress and his tombstone bears the inscription: “Dedicated to the best of all fathers.” Even today, every Sunday, my subjects visit his tomb.
A few years later I had to erect another stone, this one dedicated to father's Lilla. The inscription says: “Love lasts beyond the grave,” and the stone covers the remains of my beautiful and incomparable Lady von Glossen who moved in with us after her husband died and who is responsible for creating out of Julia one of the most magnificent wives any man could ever desire.
A wife?
Yes, dear reader, I am a very happy husband and the father of three strapping, healthy sons and a daughter whose beauty is renowned in the entire district.
I had never known my wife before I married her. My dear von Glossen had visited her husband who was very ill and upon her return from the town she stopped off at Blassenheim. After dinner, while we were sitting on the sofa talking and exchanging tender kisses, she suddenly became very serious and said:
“Dear Baron, the next time I go to town, I will take you along with me to see the wife I have selected for you.”