Albert was well-built. I admired his broad chest, his muscular arms and legs, and, above all, his immense engine as it stood erect from the hair-cushion surrounding it. Capuzzi said: “Now we will begin.” Then, pushing a small, carpeted bench without sides into place, he ordered: “first you, Melani; then Albert and you-what is your name?” “Pepi,” I answered. “Well, then, Pepi-Albert you sit in the middle. Now Melani on his right and Pepi on his left.”
We hurried to our places. “Now each take hold of his shaft,” called our director. We took hold. “Albert,” said Capuzzi, “you must do something, too. Put your arms around their shoulders-no, wait a minute-that's better.” He disappeared under the black cloth, and then called out; “Don't move, Melani. Look up, Albert. Turn up your eyes!” We obeyed his orders. Melani and I holding Albert's shaft so that only the head was visible. “One, two, three, four, five, six-” Capuzzi counted. “Done!” We all jumped up. “A new pose,” Capuzzi now exclaimed. “Which one?” asked the woman.
“Lie down, Albert,” Capuzzi told him. Albert situated himself on the narrow bench, his feet hanging down on the sides.
“Melani, you stand over him,” said Capuzzi, putting a pillow on each side. She stepped on the pillow, the bench between her knees.
“Now stoop over him!” called Capuzzi. “No, not like that.”
She stooped over, bracing her arms. Her breasts hung right over Albert's face. “Now, Albert, take the breast in your hand,” said Capuzzi. Albert put his hands on her breast and began playing with the nipple. “He is getting me excited again!” called Mrs. Capuzzi.
“Albert!” shouted the photographer. “Keep your hand still, or I will get after you!” Albert quietly held her breast in his hand, but now it was Melani who moved about, rubbing against Albert's hands. “Now, see-!” said Albert. “You are playing with yourself!”
“Melani!” yelled the photographer angrily. “Well, yes-” she said. “When I am all 'worked up,' I can't help it.” “Pepi!” Capuzzi called to me, “now you put his shaft in Melani, but don't let go of it!” I took Albert's staff, holding it up, while with the other hand I sought for Melani's 'opening.' But she beat me to it, grabbing the enormous device and stuffing it wildly inside her.
“Oh,” she said, “the torture is beginning again!” “Don't put it in so far, Melani!” called out the photographer. “I must be able to see Pepi's hand!” “How's that?” she replied, raising her hips.
“There-that is all right!” “But, no!” she cried. 'That way he will slip out!” And she lowered herself to get further in.
“No! No! The devil-!” thundered her husband. She drew back again. Capuzzi ran to her and gave her a rousing slap on her ass. “You are letting him poke you, aren't you, you wench! But you can't fool me!” “We are poking anyway!” she answered hotly. “As soon as you have it in, you are poking!” “No,” Capuzzi continued, still in a rage, “that is positioning. How often have I explained that to you? Positioning I will grant, but never will I permit another man to poke my wife. She drew back again, saying: “I don't mind, but I think that the other way would be much better!” Then she lowered herself on Albert's shaft. Capuzzi was exasperated. I was still holding Albert's stem and felt it tremble. I ran my hand up to Melani's slit and could feel the lips opening and closing over the head of the rigid rod. Poor Albert was almost crazy with passion. “Will it take much longer?” asked Melani. “No. Look into the camera and smile. You too, Pepi! There-one, two, three, four, five, six-done!”
Melani jumped off Albert. “Thank God, I can't stand that any longer!” she gasped. Albert quietly remained on his back.
“Now, change about-Pepi on top!” ordered Capuzzi. I took Melani's place. “Melani, now you put it in Pepi,” her husband called. “Shall I hold her breast?” asked Albert. “Of course! Why do you ask?” Capuzzi answered. Albert put his hands on my breasts and began playing. We smiled at each other. The photographer paid no attention to us. Melani then guided his shaft into my cleft. Albert and I smiled knowingly. He began to push and I bobbed up and down. She was obliged to withdraw her hand, and called to her husband: “Now, you don't say a word! They can do as they please!” “Quiet, children!” Capuzzi said, and slowly counted: “One, two, three, four, five, six! Remain quiet!” Melani again held Albert's shaft as though trying to help. “Done!” called Capuzzi. We now started moving again, but Melani got mad and shouted: “Albert! Will you stop?” “Albert will you stop that!” thundered Capuzzi in an echo. Now the photographer tore me from my comfortable place. “That-I strictly forbid!” he told me. “Later you can do what you like!” We now started to prepare a new pose. Albert had to stay on the bench. Melani, kneeling, had to take his shaft into her mouth! “Only the point!” cautioned Capuzzi “just for position!”
I had to stand over Albert's head, with my cleft to his lips. He began to play on my twig with his tongue. I could feel that he was an artist at it. I began to wiggle and he stopped at once and held the position for the photographer. Melani was doing her share. I could see it by the movement of her cheeks and the perking of Albert's tool. She was breathing hard and anxiously watching her husband. When he put his head under the black cloth, she took a chance and put Albert's device away into her mouth. Just then Capuzzi began to count: “One, two, three, four, etc.-“ Albert gave my grotto a parting kiss.
Capuzzi commanded: “Change about!” It was my turn to take Albert's shaft in my mouth, and I did it in a way which proved to him that I was as efficient in this art as was he. He must have been convinced, judging from the way he acted. Melani then propped on his head. I could see that they were not just holding position, but she was bearing down hard, her eyes rolling, her lips trembling. Soon she drew her husband's attention. “Melani!” Capuzzi shouted. “Stop that! Instead, with your titties. Act as though you were trying to kiss the nipples!” She raised her breasts and lowered her head. Taking advantage of this opportunity, she also hurriedly bobbed up and down a few times. At this, Albert's tongue must have slipped, for I heard a smacking noise. Capuzzi also heard it and running to Albert, shouted: “I really believe you are 'sucking' my wife 'off!'“
“I am not!” Albert blubbered, straining under the great weight that was resting on him. “I warn you not to,” Capuzzi said, stooping to see what was going on. “But he is not doing anything!” Melani at one replied. Capuzzi looked at her face and remarked: “Why, you are all excited!” “Naturally!” she said, “I am always excited while doing this! I am not made out of wood. Hurry up so we can get through!” While Capuzzi was returning to his camera, she quickly got in a few more wiggles, which Albert returned with his tongue. But Capuzzi was ready before she could finish.
While Capuzzi was returning to his camera, she quickly got in a few more wiggles, which Albert returned with his tongue. But Capuzzi was ready before she could finish. His monotonous “one, two, put an end to the pleasure which we were having. We jumped apart. “What now?” asked Melani, standing there trembling. “Now you lie down,” her husband said. She obeyed. “Now Pepi, you straddle her mouth and Albert will lie on top of you.” “No!” Melani protested, “I don't want to lick her!” “You need not do that,” Capuzzi replied. “Just hold the position.” “Well, I don't want anything in my mouth,” Melani answered. “Well, then, let Pepi lie down,” Capuzzi suggested, “and you stand over her.” But his wife would not agree to this, either. She did not want to miss the opportunity of getting at Albert's tail. “I'll tell you what,” she said. “Let Pepi play with my titties. That will not look so vulgar.” Capuzzi finally agreed to this, and, kneeling beside her, I took both breasts in my lips and, sucking the nipples, did all I could to help her have a little pleasure. She could not resist pushing up and down several times. With one jump, Capuzzi was at her side. Giving her a resounding slap on the face, he shouted: “You can't stop wriggling, can you?”