CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Melani and I walked down the stairs together and she asked: “What have you been doing at the Reverend Father's?” “What did you want of him?” I asked in reply. “I can imagine what you did,” she said. “Well, what do you think that I did?” “Made a confession of your sins with men.” I had to laugh at that. “Have you often been to him?” she asked.
“This was my first time,” I replied, “How about you?” “Oh, I?” she smiled. “I have been probably twenty times-and the Ferndinger girl, the Grosbauer the Huster and the Schudle girls have all been to him.” These were all schoolmates of ours. I was greatly surprised. Melani went on: “Did he do it with his mouth?”
I was careful, so I asked: “Did he to you?”
“Certainly,” she replied, “he always does it with his mouth. He does it to all the girls that way-that is for the real cleansing. It is a good way, isn't it? Has anyone ever done it to you with his mouth before?” “No,” I replied, “this was the first time, today.”
She boasted: “Our waiter does it to me as often as I want him to. All I have to do is to go into the waiter's room.” “And how about the other waiters?” “Oh, they won't come in when we are in there- they know.” “What?” I asked, perplexed, They know of it?” “Certainly!” she said, “They poke me too when I want them to. We have a cashier, a porter, a bartender and the driver. They all sleep in the waiter's room. Two years ago I drove with the driver to Simmering. Returning, we reached the open prairie. It was dark. I felt his hand on my titties, they were as large as your's are now.
“'John, what are you doing?” I asked him. “He did not answer, but stopped the horse, and, reaching into my dress, took hold of my large titties. “'John,' I said again, 'what are you up to?”
“He did not answer but raised my dress and felt of my grotto.
“'What do you want, John?'“ I asked him innocently. “Of course I knew what he wanted, for the Ferndinger girl had told me all about what men and women do. But I had never done it myself.
“'Now, what do you want, John?' I asked again. “Then he got off the wagon and said: “'Come, Miss Melani.' “He helped me off the wagon and laid me on some wheat aside from the road. “I was quite pleased, for I thought: now I will find out what it is and whether the Ferndinger girl has told the truth. “As I lay there, John immediately got between my legs, took hold of my titties and tried to push his shaft into me. It hurt me so badly that I screamed, but he held his hand over my mouth, and, in a short time, as he began working in and out, it began to feel good in spite of all the pain. Soon he 'went off' and we climbed back into the wagon. He said:
“'Miss Melani, you must wash yourself when you get home so that no one will notice the blood. “What blood?” I asked.
“"Well,' he said, 'you were still a maiden, you now are broken!'“
“Soon he added: 'You won't tell, will you Miss Melani?'“ “I snuggled close to him. Reaching for his pants, he took out his tool and put my hand on it. I played with it until we neared the house. Then, suddenly, he remarked: “'Peter is a damn liar!'
“'Why?' I asked. “'Because he told me that he had poked you.' “I became angry and swore that Peter had never touched me. (Peter is our bartender.) “A few days later I met John in the barn, and he laid me on the feed-box and poked me but his shaft still would not go in again like it does now.” “Can you get it all the way in?” I asked enviously. She laughed, saying: “Of course! Long ago, our cashier, Leopold- who has one as big as a stud horse got all the way in. So has our teacher.” She was very proud of this achievement. “I don't believe it,” I said. “If you don't believe it, why leave it,” she answered curtly. Then after a pause she suggested: “If you don't believe it, come with me. I am going to the waiter's room. His Reverence did not do it today to me, and, if Leopold is there, you can watch him do it and be convinced. The Ferndinger girl would not believe it either, so I showed her.”
“All right!” I answered, “I will go with you.” I was intensely curious to see this fat girl at it. I was hoping that I might get a chance to play with her big titties myself. I was always greatly interested in nice, big breasts, and I was also in hope that I might find a new shaft, I was now anxious for another “piece” myself. Melani went on: “A few days later I was looking for John in the waiter's room and found Peter there alone. I at once thought of the lie which he had told on me. “In a rage, I said. “'You darn liar!' What did you boast of to John about me?” “"Well, what?” he said, and smiled. “'You said that you poked me.' “I saw at once that I had informed on myself-that Peter now must know that the driver had poked me. I was convinced when he looked at me, smiling. “He said: “'John is a liar himself. I did not say that I had poked you, but that I would like to. That is all I said. There is surely nothing to that. You are such a nice girl that you surely won't get angry at me or at any man for expressing his wish?” “At that he came up to me and began playing with my titties. My rage was gone and I wanted to be poked, very badly, right there and then. “'Come, Miss,' he said, let's go to it!' “I bade him bolt the door. Then he laid me on the bed and slowly poked me.” “Do you poke for the porter, too?” I asked. “With Maxi?” she laughed. “Sure! He overheard Peter and me one day. The next day he followed me to the toilet, told me that he knew all about it and asked me to let him do it too. I consented. We had to do it standing. There is nothing to that.” I inquired: “And how about Leopold, the cashier?”
“Oh, him?” she chuckled, putting her arm in mine. “You know, Maxi told me about his long lance. I became very curious. Leopold always slept till noon. One day I managed to unbolt the door. He awoke as I said to him: “'Who would stay in bed so long? Get up, you lazy bones!' “'Let me alone,' he grumbled. “I said: “No!” and began to tickle him. “He reached over and caught hold of my titties. “I stood still and looked at him. “He pulled me into the bed and put my hand on his shaft. I tell you-it was so long! He put it in a little and began to poke me, but stopped short, saying:
“'I am afraid that I will hurt you.' “He then got down and began licking my twig. I became so passionate that I was almost crazy!
“Then he got up, squeezing my titties together, and started to poke between them. Finally he 'went off'-squirting way up in my face.”
“What?” I asked. “The cashier doesn't always do it between your titties, does he?” “Oh, no, not any more. That was two years ago when I was only eleven. Now he pokes me in the regular way. I told you that I would let you look on.” Arriving at the house, we went through the barroom and she said: “Leopold, is father home?” “No, he is at the Coffee House.” “And mother?” “She is asleep.”
“And John?” “He is in Simmering.” “Then let us go upstairs.” He blushed, saying: “I will come at once!”
He was a small man, clean-shaved and wrinkled face with a long crooked nose. I found him absolutely homely, but I wanted to see the long lance. We went to the waiter's room, containing four iron beds. He soon appeared, but, upon seeing me, hesitated. Melani threw herself on the bed, calling to him: “Come, Leopold. Poke me.”
“Perhaps,” he said to me, “the young lady might like a little poking too?” Then he knelt down, raised Melani's dress and buried his face in her lap. I sat at their head and saw how she turned her eyes. “Wait!” I said. “I will do something for you too!” I opened her dress and began to play with her titties. They were as large as Clementina's, but not so flabby. They were hard and stood out like two pumpkins, with little, rosy-red nipples. I fondled them with my hands, then kissed and sucked the nipples. She cried out and jumped about like mad under Leopold's manipulations. “I can't stand it!-Oh, goodness!-How good that is!-Keep on sucking!-Lord, if I could only do something!-I would like to suck yours, Pepi! -Why not?-I would like to do to you what Leopold is doing to me-oh-oh-!” She cried so loud that I became frightened and stopped, saying: “Someone might hear!” Leopold stopped lapping her, saying: “Not a soul can hear us in here. She soon will scream some more-“ And he got on top of her. She called out: “Now look at his lance!” I stooped over to see it. He raised himself so that I could observe it in all its splendor. It was the longest that I have ever seen, and curved like an extra large sausage. Astonished, I could not resist taking hold of it.