Not knowing who Clementina was, I said nothing, but I did not wonder, for I felt sure that such a fine boy could get almost any girl whom he wanted. As he was about to leave me he said: “Come to my house tomorrow afternoon. My parents are going out and I will be alone!” The next afternoon, I rang the door-bell. The cook came to the door and I bashfully inquired if Alois was in. “Yes, the young master is there,” said she, showing me to a beautiful elegantly furnished room, which appealed to me like a Paradise. Alois showed me around the room and then showed me his bed, which was very beautiful. He also showed me a large couch covered with light, blue material, saying as he pointed to the bed: “That is where I sleep.” And to the couch: “And the nurse sleeps here.” He then showed me his picture books, his soldiers, his guns and his swords. I never had known that a child could have so much luxury and that it could be possible to do the thing which we had done in the dark cellar in such a beautiful room. In a few minutes, the nurse, who always accompanied him to and from school, came in, so we were not alone after all, as I had been led to expect. I then gave up all hope of repeating the very delightful performance of the day before. Alois smiled very pleasantly. The nurse sat down on the couch and began to knit, paying no attention whatsoever to us playing at the table. Suddenly Alois got up and, going over to the fat nurse, began playing with her huge globes. I was naturally so astounded at this effrontery that I could not say a word. She pushed him away, murmuring: “But Alois,” glancing at me. “Never mind her,” he said. “Pepi is wise and understands everything.” Then he again put his hands on her fat, protruding breasts. She made no further objection, saying: “But won't she tell?” Instead of replying, I got up and began to play with one of her breasts, pressing and squeezing it gently. It was soft and mushy, and her wrinkled old face began to get very red. Alois had already taken out his engine and put it in the nurse's hand. She started to play with it, but not as I had always done it. Instead, taking it between her thumb and her middle finger, she began toying with the head, tapping it with her forefinger so the foreskin kept drawing further back. “Do you know what this is?” she asked, her wrinkled face wide in a grin. “Oh, yes,” I said.” “And what is it called?” “A tool!” I said in a low tone. “And what do you do with such a tool?” “Engulf it!” I whispered in reply.
She began to breathe faster as she quickened her play on his tool, saying: “And in what is the tool engulfed?” At the same time, she smacked her lips. “The canal!” Alois answered for me. Then he had loosened the nurse's waist and began playing with her flabby, bare breasts. She now turned to him and began questioning him. I assumed that this was a game which they both often played with each other. “What does the hoe do in a row?” “Plow!” he answered, in the same quiet way that made him so charming to me.
“What other name has the act?” Then Alois began to enumerate: “Pruntzing, screwing, shagging, nookieing, bootying, tailing, poontanging, gashing, frigging, diddling, scratching, meating,… etc.” I was delighted at hearing so many names for the delightful amusement. “What else can the hoe do?” she asked him. “Tickle the cleft of the buttocks, go into the mouth, go between the titties or between the legs, under the arm-pits, etc.”
“And what does Alois want to do now?” Without answering, he pushed her back. She closed her eyes and panted heavily. Loosening her blouse, he took out her titties. I noticed how far they hung down, the nipples standing out like little fingers. Alois then took the first one and then the other, sucking at the nipples with all his might.
Each time that the woman jerked the corresponding shoulder after Alois had sucked the nipple on that, she said: “Oh, how wonderful.”
Now he raised her dress, disclosing her fat, short naked legs. He smoothed the skirts out over her stomach, so that they would not bunch up. Then, stepping between her legs, he spread her black, hairy slit, which was of an enormous size, and deftly slipped his short, thick saber in to the hilt. Clementina reached hotly behind him and, clasping one of his cheeks in each hand, drew him to her tightly. He pushed with all his might, she still holding him so that it would not slip out. Clementina closed her eyes and gasped for breath. Holding a breast in each hand, Alois worked like a clock, as grave as he had been when he poked me the day before in the cellar at the school. After working like this for a few minutes, Clementina said: “Now, for the end, with pleasure,” and at the same time releasing his cheeks. I noticed, him slowly withdraw his shaft. She jumped with pleasure. Slowly he put it in again. She acted as though she were having a fit which threatened to tear her in two. Again he slowly withdrew. Clementina seemed to be choking. Slowly he put it in again. She trembled all over. Alois, always grave and sober, repeated this five or six times, always watching her face. As soon as her features relaxed and the spasm of spending was over, she sank back exhausted. Alois, getting red in the face, after several quick pushes, also sank forward, his face falling between her naked globes. For several seconds he lay in this position. I had got so excited that I could hardly resist the temptation to manipulate my grotto. They both now got up and Alois wiped himself on her undershirt. We all three sat on the couch and the woman, who was named Clementina, smiling at me, asked: “Well, did you like it?” I only smiled, for Alois, who sat on the other side of her, was looking at me. “She asked: “Do you understand that already?” I did not dare deny it, and yet I did not want to confess. So I just smiled, which, of course, was really the same as admitting it. “Well,” she remarked, “we will see.” And without further talk, she raised my skirt and began to examine me. While feeling around, she remarked: “Oh my… a lot has happened there!” Carefully, before I realized what she was up to, she began goring her little finger into me. Turning to Alois, she said. “You can get it in there all right.” She noticed how I was trembling, and said: “Shall he poke you now?” Without hesitation, I answered: “Yes! Yes!” I was afraid that I would have to go home without what I had come for.
She said to him: “Well, won't you give this nice girl a little piece? What do you say?” As he got up to come over to me, she stopped him, saying: “Wait! I must make you ready again!” This certainly seemed necessary, for his engine hung down soft and slack. He undoubtedly had had too much action for a boy of his age. I should have been too glad to attend to this detail myself, but I soon saw something I had not before witnessed. She took his little, Umber device in her mouth and wet it with her tongue. Then, squeezing her titties together, she put the machine between them. It looked exactly as though he was putting it into a big, soft cavern. This seemed to again arouse her passion, and I began to fear that I would be cheated out of my pleasure after all. She kept up a continual stream of talk: “Where is my Alois now?… Now he is with his nice titties, isn't he? But Alois has a good Clementina; no one else would do that for him. Her little man can poke her as often as he likes. Isn't that so?” Half turning to me, she said: “In the night, when everything is quiet, he crawls out of his bed and comes to my couch and then we do it… he does it fine! His nurse taught him how to do it properly, didn't she, Alois?” I began to think that this selfish old pig would take it all, but, just then he withdrew his tool, which was again erect and stiff, saying: “Well, shall I take Pepi now?” I could hardly resist taking hold of it. But I feared the homely old nurse, who seemed to be considering whether she would permit him to poke me or not. I remained quiet, hardly daring to breathe. At length she gave consent, moved to one side of the couch and made me lie down with my head on her lap. Alois immediately lifted my skirts, got up on top of me, opened my slit with his fingers and with one push, forced his spear into me much farther and more satisfactorily than the day before. I wanted to talk to him and fondle him, for he was now pushing back and forth regularly, but Clementina was continually looking into my face and kept up a steady stream of talk. I felt bashful and did not dare to take any liberties.