“Have you got it in?” she asked. “He is all in!” I whispered. She put her hand down between our bellies, first playing with me, then with Alois. I had to cough, because her breast was pressing against my face. She straightened up, still questioning: “Is it good?” I did not reply, but closed my eyes. “I say,” she again remarked, “Alois pokes well, doesn't he?” “Yes,” I answered, beginning to work my hips up and down. “Have you ever had it as good as that?” she wanted to know. “No!” I said, for I never had experienced such pleasure. “With whom do you poke at other times?” she demanded. “With Ferdl,” I replied, since he was not living at our house any longer. But she would rest. “Who else?” she asked in a very stern and authoritative voice. I had to answer. “With Robert.” “Goon.” “With my brother.”
Half crazed with pleasure and excitement, the names slipped from me. In my frenzied condition I gave no thought to the consequences. Fortunately she asked no further questions, but seemed to have conceived a new idea. Unbuttoning my waist, she pushed it down, baring my little titties. Then she moistened her fingers and began playing with the nipples, which were perfectly flat. As she played faster and faster, like a tongue licking them, they began to get hard and stand out. With Alois still moving around inside me as though trying to enlarge my canal, the tickling was so great that I almost went wild. I began to moan softly; murmuring; “I am getting close.. . I am getting closer!” Meeting every move, Alois worked faster and faster. A feeling of heat suffused my entire body. I trembled. I felt as though I could not stand it any longer. Alois whispered: “Now the end… with pleasure!” As he slowly withdrew his shaft, I squeezed my legs together, fearful of losing this final, great feeling, but he pushed the device back inside me again! Clementina, meanwhile, still played with my titties. Now a wonderful stretching sensation went through me from my toes to the top of my head. I attained my goals three times in succession! I let out a short scream and Clementina put her hand over my mouth. I felt a burning stream pouring into my canal as Alois squirted, and I again, which was the fourth time. I had never done this before.
Clementina's hand was held tightly over my mouth, preventing me from screaming, which I surely would have done. I started to lick the palm of her hand in my excitement. I was forced to remain on the couch for at least an hour. I was so thoroughly exhausted and tired from what I had gone through that I was unable to move. I was completely poked out! Clementina, however, was far from satisfied. I saw that she still had Alois standing before her on the couch and that she sitting in front of him. She again put his tool between her titties, but, as he pulled it out, it hung down limp and soft. She then put it into her mouth, at the same time tickling his tiny spheres. Then putting her face between his legs, she began tickling around the edges of the back entrance. In astonishment I saw Alois' weapon slowly rising; finally it was once more hard and stiff and ready for combat. Clasping her by her ears, he pushed the spear into her mouth as far as it would go and began working it back and forth very slowly. I saw from the movement of her cheeks that she was sucking hard. She then wanted to withdraw it but he commanded her in his quiet manner to hold still. I was surprised to see how she obeyed him, quietly permitting him to poke her in the mouth. He kept this up for quite a while. I simply stared. I had lost all my passion and excitement. I was simply exhausted. Once more she begged him: “Come, sonny, let us poke.” But he, becoming angry, said: “Damn you, hold still.” She allowed him to return it to her mouth, moving as before. It was obvious that he was going to finish in this manner. Suddenly he cried out: “Now the end, with pleasure.” He slowly withdrew from her red lips, almost to the end, and then slowly pushed the organ in again. At this she suddenly went wild, shouting: “No! No! You must poke me!” And, seizing him as one would a small child, she threw him on his back on the couch and, placing herself astride of him, pushed his sword up into her scabbard. Then she jumped up and down like mad until she finally gained her goals. Then she sank back exhausted, completely hiding him under her great bulk. The orgy now over, Clementina served us chocolates such as I had never tasted before. When I was ready to leave, she accompanied me to the door. In the dark hallway, she put her hand under my dress, squeezed my grotto and kissed me. She then handed me a silver coin, again admonishing me not to tattle, and said that I might come again. I opened the door and left for home.
CHAPTER NINE
The other boy whom I mentioned, as I recollect, lived several doors from us on the same street. His name was Shani. I liked him very much. He was thirteen years of age, pale and slender and very handsome, with dark eyes and hair. We were accustomed to bid each other the time of day as we passed, but aside from this had held no conversation. Since he was in the same class at school as my brother, Lorenz, and very friendly with him, I feared to attempt what was in my mind. I felt that he must be very chaste like Lorenz. He often visited Lorenz, but he always was so sober and grave that I feared to start anything with him, albeit he was very friendly with me. He happened to come one afternoon when Lorenz and Franz had gone somewhere to deliver a message. I knew they would be some time, and mother was busy in the laundry. Needless to say, I planned to put the time to good use. I informed Shani that Lorenz was not home. Then, as he started to leave, I asked him to come in and stay a while. He hesitated. I then fibbed a little, saying that Lorenz would soon return, and since he still seemed a little hesitant, I told him that I was afraid to stay alone. He then reluctantly came in.
We both were very bashful and embarrassed. But I took him from the kitchen into the living room, and, after a time our bashfulness wore off. He said nothing; I also remained silent. I snuggled close to him. He smiled at me. I put my arms around his neck, rubbing my body closely against his. I thought that with this encouragement he would surely feel my kitten or take out his tool and put it in my hands. But he did neither; simply stood still and smiled.
This was too slow. I went to bed, lay down on my back and said: “Come over here!” As he slowly approached, I began to raise my dress, saying: “Now you don't see anything.” I raised them a little higher. “Still you see nothing.” He sat perfectly still and showed no interest whatever. I then raised my hem above my stockings. “Still, you see nothing!” He made no move, simply smiled bashfully. “But, now,” I called, as I completely uncovered the gem-I wore no panties that afternoon-“Now what?” He stood still while I waited. My excitement arose still higher as I realized that his sword would fit my scabbard just as Alois had. I was anxious to see it, to hold it, to feel it inside me! I reached for his trousers. He stepped back, saying in a low, sorrowful voice: “I can't do it!” “Why not?” as I jumped from the bed. “I just can't do it!” he whispered. “So show me!” I said, again reaching for his pants. “Show me why you can't.” He wanted to run away, but I held on. Reaching into his pants, I drew out his member. It was thin and very long. I noticed that the foreskin was drawn away back from the head, which was a new phenomenon to me, but the handsome machine could stand just as straight and stiff as any of them. I was so anxious to have this lovely object put in its proper place, that I immediately raised my dress, but he fought me off, saying: “Let me go, I can't do it!” “You can, too!” I said. “No, I cannot!” “You lie, you can, but you don't want to do it.”