“Go on! Squirt!” She trembled with pleasure, as she received the discharge. Then she began to giggle: “Oh, my, I am coming with you-I will surely have a baby, but I don't care. When my husband goes off he lays perfectly quiet, but you keep working! Oh, how heavenly! If my husband really goes off twice, it sure is his limit!” Then they both lay quiet. It was over! Finally they sat up, mother sitting there with her hair down and her dress all mussed up. She held her hands before her face, smiling at him through her fingers.
Pulling her hands away, he said: “Now everything is all right?”
“Such a shaft-such a shaft!” she said, as she held it with both hands, admiring it. “I feel as though it was inside of me yet!”
Then she stooped and took it all in her mouth. As if by magic, it stood up again, hard and stiff as ever. Mr. Eckhard took it out of her mouth and said: “Come, let us do it again!” “No-no, could you really do it once more-?” “That is nothing; five times more if nobody comes in,” he said. “Oh, let us hope that nobody comes,” cried mother. “I don't know; I think that I must be crazy. I can't stand it!” “I think,” said he, “for fear that someone might come and surprise us, we won't lie down; we will sit here.” So, as he seated himself on a chair, his big staff standing up stiff and hard, mother carefully straddled him and with her hands quickly guided his saber into place. Soon she was jumping up and down like a “jumping-jack.” “Oh, my goodness! This is much better!” she said, “I can feel it tickling my heart!” He muttered: “You see, if you had not always been too proud, you could have done this a long time ago.” Mother said: “Hold my breasts-hold me all over! I have been married fifteen years but I have never been poked like this-! My husband does not deserve a true woman.” He was now kissing first one nipple and then the other. “I am coming-always coming-every minute Nature asserts itself-oh, you good man! How wonderful you do it! I-am coming again-again-!” I soon heard the familiar rattle in his throat. In one last effort he raised her way up, holding onto her titties, but she noticed nothing. Lying quietly against him, she received his discharge. I saw her whole body trembling. Then for a long time she lay there as dead. They finally got up and suddenly mother knelt in front of him. Taking his shaft, she began to suck and lick it like a woman gone mad. He then remarked: “Well, shall we enjoy this often?” as she stepped away. Then she said: “I am always alone in the morning, you know.” He shook his head, saying: “But I must go to work in the morning!” She immediately replied: “Then I will come to you at night when my husband is in the saloon.”
“And what of the children?” “Oh, don't mind them; they sleep.” He must have thought of me as he answered: “Don't be too sure about the children sleeping.” “Oh, no,” she insisted, “they won't hear anything. Doesn't my husband always poke me when they sleep and they don't hear anything?” “Well, I am willing.” All this time, she was playing with his tool in her mouth, only stopping to speak. Just then he said: “Now let me have one more-quick-before somebody comes!” She sprang up, saying: “For goodness sake-is it possible? Then hurry up, I am coming only once this time.” Throwing herself on the bed, she raised her dress. But he said: “No, turn around!” He stood her in front of the bed, made her stoop over until her head rested on the bedspread, then, raising her dress, he pushed his weapon into her from behind. I heard another gurgle, then sighing, she whispered: “I am coming already! Oh, please-come with me now-now!” He then withdrew, sat down on a chair and wiped the perspiration from his forehead. She got a basin filled with water, squatted down over it and washed her “kitten.” When she finished, she went to him and begged him to kiss the nipples once more. He did so eagerly. Then she buttoned up her waist, saying: “Perhaps I can come to you tonight.” “I shall be glad to have you,” he replied. Suddenly she asked him: “And now, what about the little wench that you poked six times?” never dreaming that she was talking about me. He answered: “What about her?”
“Are you going to poke her after this?” Eckhard smiled: “You are jealous?” “Yes!” she said, “I want you to poke me-only me!”
“But you let others poke you?” Mother was astonished: I? Who do you mean?” “Well, you let your husband poke you, don't you?”
“Oh, him? I shall never let him again!” “Impossible! He will want it sometimes.” “Well,” she hesitated, “he can only do it every two or three weeks; that, I am sure, will not annoy you; he just gets in a little ways, two or three jerks and he is through.”
“Well, then, I will only poke my girl every two or three weeks, and I won't put it all the way in, so, we are even.” “I beg of you; you might get caught and you will surely be arrested.” He laughed, saying: “No, no, they won't catch me, and you will certainly get your share even if I do poke my girl occasionally.” “You had better get out now,” mother told him. “It is almost noon and somebody is liable to come.” She hugged him once more, he, putting both hands on her titties. Feeling of his pants, she kissed him and he came out of the room. When he spied me, he was so shocked that he could not speak. I grinned at him knowingly. He came to me and whispered: “Did you see everything?” When I simply smiled, he quickly put his hand under my dress, felt of my slit and then said: “You won't tell anybody, will you?” I shook my head and he stopped, fearing that mother might come out. After that, several times I heard them having “their fun” together at night, and once I spied them in the afternoon. After that, however, I did not allow Mr. Eckhard to poke me again. I don't know why, but I just wouldn't.
One day, he came home early, knowing that I would be alone. He tried to fondle me and, when I objected, he threw me down and got on top of me. But I held my knees so tight together, that he could do nothing. He got up, looked at me, but never bothered me again.
CHAPTER TEN
During the following year, I had only Alois and Mr. Horak, and I constantly looked for them in the cellar. Shani came at one time and informed me that both his mother and Rosa were having monthlies, so that he had only Wetti to poke that day, and as that night he would not have to do it at all, we took advantage of the opportunity and went at it standing up. We hurried for fear of being caught, of which I remember little except that he, feeling my nipples, exclaimed: “Here, you are getting nice, little rosebuds,” at which they began to stand out quite hard. I was very proud of them.
A few days later, I made Mr. Horak feel them under my blouse. He was so pleased that they were growing so much, and when he felt them, his weapon immediately got stiff, although he had twice poked me already; still playing with them as they stood firmer all the time, he was able to do it a third time. Franz, I remember, also poked me several times during this year, but he could not shut Mrs. Rhinelander out of his mind, always on the watch for her. One morning I spied her going to the attic. I called Franz and told him: “Now is your chance.” He came along but did not dare follow her to the attic alone. I encouraged him, telling him that Mr. Horak was poking her. I assured him that she would surely be willing to let him do it. I pictured her nice, white breasts, but he still was afraid. Bold as I was, I offered to go with him. We found Mrs. Rhinelander just taking her wash down from the line. “How do you do, Mrs. Rhinelander?” I greeted her. “Greetings. What are you doing here?” she asked. “We just came to see you.” “Sol What do you want of me?” “Perhaps we might help you,” I replied.
“Well, well, I thank you.” As she was folding up a sheet, I went up to her and at once began playing with her big breasts, bobbing them up and down. Franz stood by, looking on, not winking an eye. Mrs. Rhinelander hugged me to her, saying: “What are you doing?”
“They are so nice,” I said to flatter her. At this she blushed and looked at Franz and smiled. He also smiled in a foolish manner but did not dare to come closer. I slipped my hand into her blouse and got out her bare breasts. She did not object but looked at Franz and remarked: “What are you doing?” Then I whispered to her: “Franz would like to-,” I felt her nipples getting hard, and she asked: “Would he like to?” “Oh, you know,” I answered. She smiled and allowed me to bare her breasts.