“You rough brute!” she sobbed; “Pepi was sucking my titties and I could not help it.” “Stop sucking!” he said to me. “That is only an excuse,” he scolded Melani. “You are always thinking of trying to be poked by Albert. I know!” “Let me alone!” she replied. “Is it any wonder a person becomes excited and has to move when she has such a big shaft shoved into her?” “Well, well, you can wait. I will do it for you as soon as we have finished,” he said, disappearing under the cloth. Then: “One, two, three, etc.-” and he had finished. “I must go now to the dark room,” Capuzzi told us. “Don't you dare do anything while I am gone or I will kill you!”
But, as soon as he left, Melani said: “My dearest Albert, wouldn't you like to poke me just once?” “Oh, yes!” the youth replied. “I gladly would- but I don't dare.” “Oh, God! Oh, God!” Melani lamented to me, “you can't imagine how I love that boy! You can't imagine how I wish that he would poke me-just once, even!”
“Well, why don't you do it?” I asked, astonished. “Why don't you do it now-quick!” “But how?” She pointed to the door through which Capuzzi had disappeared. “Through that red glass he can see everything.” I noticed a small pane of dark glass in the door.
“Yes, that is it,” she said sadly. “For two months we have been working like this. Two long months, I have had a shaft in my hands, in my mouth, between my titties-in my grotto-every place, but always only the point, always only the beginning! I feel that I am going crazy!”
“Of course,” I agreed, “that is terrible.” “Just think,” said Albert, “he lets me see her naked. I feel her titties and her 'kitten'! But I can't go further-that is not to be thought of!” “How do you satisfy yourself?” I inquired. He blushed, but said nothing. “I suppose that you 'jerk' yourself 'off?” “Oh, no!” he said. “Well, then, what do you do?” I asked him again. “The Italian way,” said Melani laughing. “How is that?” I asked, curious. “You will see-perhaps my husband will take another picture of him in the act.”
Capuzzi then came out, saying: “One pose is spoiled. We will have to make it over again.” “Which one?” “The last one, and it was all your fault too!” he growled at his wife. “You wiggled!” She then lay down again and Albert got on top, putting in just the head of his shaft. I dutifully again took her breast. When Capuzzi called “Done,” Albert immediately began to poke. “Jesus! Mary!-” Capuzzi cried and with one jerk pulled Albert off, almost throwing him down to the floor. Albert laughed, saying: “I surely will poke her some day!” “Never!” shouted Capuzzi in a rage. Melani fairly screamed: “For pity's sake, then, you come here! I can't stand it any longer!”
Capuzzi fairly foamed: “And with such a woman one is expected to work and accomplish some-thing?-No! We poke later, and that's that!”
Melani put her fingers into her grotto saying: “Well, then, get out of here!” We needed no second invitation, but rushed to the dressing room and got down on the floor. “Oh!” said Albert, “I am glad that you are here! For once I can poke with pleasure! And you have such a nice, small 'kitten'! Now, help-but wait-give me your titties-I want to lass the nipples-now-now -yes, that is fine!” “And I have also waited for this!” I said. “I got so nervous from all those trials, now-faster-oh, your shaft! So long-so warm-faster! Yes-yes- now! Now-squirt-now-now-now! Oh, how many more times?-Oh! I have 'come' twice already!” After we had “finished,” we heard Capuzzi and his wife still “at it!” “No! No!” she whispered, “don't squirt yet-not yet-I have not had enough yet-more-give me more!”
He murmured: “But you would sooner have Albert, wouldn't you?”
“I wouldn't shit on Albert!” she said in plain words. “You are the only one-ah! What a poke-poke me, my love-ah.” The rest was only a jumble of words. Capuzzi asked again: “Now, may I squirt? I can't wait any longer! Oh, your titties-may I!-Now!” “Yes- yes – now squirt-oh-ah-but that feels so good! There-now! Albert can play all he likes. It will not affect me any morel Oh! But that is so sweet-”
“Why does he tease you?” inquired Capuzzi. They both were finished, but still talking. “He does not tease me,” she assured him. “When he has his shaft in me, or when I have it in my mouth, I always think of yours! Albert means nothing to me!” “Nonsense!” laughed Albert to me. “She is lying to him. You heard how crazy she is about me. She told you so herself!” “Certainly!” I agreed. “Why haven't you poked her long ago? You surely must have had the chance.”
“It is impossible,” declared Albert. “The old man watches us all the time.” “But when he is not at home?” “Oh, no,” Albert shook his head. “He is too cunning. You never know where he is. He is liable to show up at any moment!” “And, what if he should?” I asked. Albert sobered up and said: “Don't even think about it. He would be likely to kill the both of us. He is stronger than I am.”
“Unbelievable,” I said. “Wait!” said Albert. “Wait until you see him naked!” “How?” “Well, sometimes he has his wife photograph him.” “So? I jolly well hope that he will have me do that some day.” “Do you know,” Albert went on, “how often he pokes his wife's every day?” “No. How often?” “At least seven or eight times a day!” “Well, she ought to have enough,” I said. “Yes, but it is a regular habit with her.” We were now called into the studio again. “A new pose,” said Capuzzi. He was in his undershirt and drawers. His face was red and so were lovely Melani's ears. She laughed, satisfied. Her eyes shone. “Oh, my,” she said. Those two have been 'doing it' too!” Taking hold of Albert's limber shaft, she showed it to her husband. Then, coming closer to me, she whispered: “Was it good?” “Well, what shall we do now?” said Capuzzi. “It looks like Albert's shaft won't stand any more.” At that he took off his clothes and I marveled at his enormous chest, all covered with hair; his muscular arms and the terrible tool which hung down from his belly. He came towards me, but Melani called: “Halt! Nothing doing! Make your pose with Albert. It would be too bad to waste another plate.” “We have already made that pose with Albert.” “But I don't want you to pose with that girl! Leave her alone,” she said emphatically. “Foolish!” he said. “If I allow you to pose with Albert I surely should be allowed to pose with Pepi!”
“No!” she said. “You will get hot and passionate!” “No thought of it,” he defended himself. “If I should get hot, I would simply poke you once more.” This seemed to suit her. “But only the position,” she warned. I had to lie on the bench, spreading my legs far apart so that he could get in between them. “Now!” he called to his wife, inserting the head of his enormous engine into my cleft. “Not so far!” Melani called. “Not so far!” Her warning was not necessary. I could not have taken more than he already had in. Even now the device was quite springy from just having male the preliminary assault, and I soon had the pleasure of feeling it grow bigger and bigger-filling me completely! This was the consequence of the so-called “position.” “Done!” called Mrs. Capuzzi.