“My husband tells me he trusts you more than any man alive, that you are a good man, an honest man, and that I can get from you anything I need. When he says anything, he truly means anything I need at all, and today I am very tense after my exercise, and remember it is just the two of us alone in this huge empty house. So can you help me today, Martin, I mean, with what I need today? To be relaxed today. Can you remove my tension? My tension is terrible today.”
Bormann said he could. He stood and moved to the back of the chair. Without hesitating, he pinched her shoulder muscles very hard. He got the usual “that feels wonderful.” He was looking down at her small breasts as he squeezed her shoulders.
“Eva, now you know today has to be a dream; it is just for today and never again, and I will destroy you if you mention this to anyone.”
As expected, this threat excited Eva rather than frightened her.
“So here is what I do. I do get girls at my house up the hill when the boss is in Berlin, and I relax with them. Actually, for me it is more like work. First, have the girls up to my house while my wife is at the baths at Baden or somewhere else.”
Eva’s eyes opened a little at this announcement that Bormann’s wife helped out from time to time.
As if ordering a load of potatoes from a local farmer, Bormann went on.
“I play some gramophone records, we have some beer and schnapps, it is normally early on a Saturday afternoon when it is quiet and slow here in the mountains. I relax the girls. Some of these country girls are extremely shy while others are very eager—women all vary, some are bashful, but all are very excited to be with a powerful man of the Reich; the young mothers are the most randy, must be Nature telling them to breed more. Then I slowly play with each of them in turn, with them fully dressed at first, touching them, teasing them. Then, very slowly, I slide my hand up their dresses. They are all so wet, so excited at this slow teasing. You see, I like to tease them, very, very slowly—what’s the rush, we have all Saturday and Saturday evening? Only twice have I been forced to ask one to leave.”
“To leave?”
“Well, even with the two of them still clothed, I could smell them on my fingers—it was like opening a can of Norwegian sardines. But, this is so rare as German womanhood is so pure—not like the animalistic Slavs. Only two German women in over 300 have I ever told to leave. All the others were so wet and clean and so, well, ‘panting’ I suppose is the best way to describe it. And they are always so wet. Must be the mountain air. And with all these pure, German women, the teasing is the best part, don’t you think?”
With this Bormann lightly rubbed Eva’s arms, and she reacted by taking the cold beer glass and brazenly rolling it over her nipples. She was drunk and very, very randy. Her pink top was now wet and when she put the beer glass down, she opened her already uncrossed legs. When she did this Bormann could clearly see his goal for the first time.
“Go on. Please tell me what you do next—what do you do next?” she said, lightly panting.
“Then I take them to the big bedroom—you’ve been to my place. Well, it is the big bedroom that overlooks this house and all the way down the mountain. I like to do it from behind and with their dresses on, just hitched up. I think doing it to a woman with her clothes on is the most exciting way. I do one, then the next, then the next one, in turn.”
Now Eva was panting heavily, “You do it in each of them?”
“No, no, no—that never works. Do that and you have lots of dissatisfied customers. No, the trick is to hold back, otherwise a man gets soft right away. And the German schnapps helps keep a man very hard. No, you have to wait. So I entertain each one for a few minutes, I like the girl to complete so I can feel her clamping on me. But not too much, you want to her to want more for the next lap. You have to be very careful because if the girl completes too much then it is too exciting for the man, and it’s easy for the man to complete too early if you are not careful. It’s extremely exciting to see all these girls lined up on all fours on the bed—four in a row, dresses hitched up over their bodies.”
“You have a real system, and these girls are virgins?”
“No, no, no—never virgins. Virgins have the obvious benefit of being tight, but they have no idea of what to do, and it is too much trouble to teach them. And virgins are often nervous. No, the best are young, randy wives who love getting it every day, but with their husbands away in the army, they are all very tight from lack of use. And there is always the promise of a safe and friendly assignment for their husbands. And there are a lot I do on a Return Ticket—you know, out and back, they come back again and again for more.”
“You make it sound like work.”
“It is half and half; half work but also fun—you would not believe the noise—four young, randy German women all in heat and completing (they often use their fingers on themselves while waiting for me to properly relieve their itch). You see, what makes all women most excited is when they see other women getting excited, it excites all the others and then the first one gets more excited, and so on. The noise is like a Stuka attacking—you know our new dive bomber with the screaming airbrakes. It is always very loud; that is why my wife is at the baths in Baden and I dismiss my servants for the weekend. But I like it. It’s a good way to pass the time; who knows—the British or Russians might invade any day and kill us all.”
“You see, when women are in a group like this, they immediately become raw animals who all want to be next, they like the act, but even more, they want to get the power. They start competing for the man. Whenever you get two or more women together, even in a social environment in a bar, instantly they start competing. Even when I worked on the farms years ago, on a Saturday night I would take the ugliest girl I could find into town, and just her presence would attract other women like moths to a candle. It works every time. This is why when you have four women all kneeling on all fours on the edge of the bed, they get amazingly excited and they make so much noise when you’re inside them because they have never been so excited—Mother Nature is making them be the one to get the man’s seed. This is why they are so wet, and why they try to make you complete in them and not the other girls. And to be the winner, they actually will do anything and they say the wildest things—things I cannot even imagine.”
Eva was too excited to let this last idea disrupt her. Later, Bormann doubted if she even heard it.
She then did the standard procedure of girls like her—she stood and walked to the far end of the table, the end with no papers or pencils, she bent over the table and she turned her head to the side.
Looking at Bormann, she said,
“Martin, please show me what you do to them. Now.”
“Eva, this is what I do and this is what other men don’t do to you.”
While she may have been envied by tens of millions of German women, and on the cover of countless women’s magazines, the fact was that she could not remember the last time she had been entertained by her “husband.” She later confessed to Bormann that she did not understand if she had lost her appeal to him or what it was.
Eva was panting breathlessly and demanded it rough—she liked a little pain; actually, she liked more than a little, just like the three Slavs with the huge Negro at the Pink Diamond.
Eva was deliciously tight—very wet like any experienced woman, but oddly tight—almost like a virgin. Immediately, Bormann felt her starting to tighten and contract, and the contractions came faster and harder very quickly. But before she completed for the first time—and to ensure her heat continued—he stopped and he lay on the floor.