heartily jealous, for they had a poke whenever they wanted one-forgetting all about Franz, my brother, who was now only too glad to poke me whenever I asked him. (But for a long time now he did not interest me.) I ran up to Mr. Eckhard and before he had time to speak I had my hand in his pants feeling for his device. Throwing my other arm around his neck, I whispered: “Hurry, hurry, before someone comes!” I felt him get hard, but he answered: “Hurry? What for? What do you want?” I was not bashful and he merely asked me so as to hear me say the words, and he well knew what I wanted. Without hesitation, I said: “I want to be poked by you. .. quickly!” Without further ado, Mr. Eckhard, trembling, threw himself onto me, nearly knocking me over. But I did not want it that way. Holding onto his shaft, I pulled him into the bedroom and threw myself on the bed. He was so intent on trying to force the great saber inside that he nearly split me. I could not stand this violent assault, so, reaching down, I cupped my hands around his tool, holding it just so that the head went in. The pleasure was heavenly. I felt the pulse beats in his long stalk and the head trembling in my slit.
He pushed and pumped. It was so delightful that I wondered how I could ever want for any other man but him. The pleasure was so exquisite that I called out: “Oh… just keep on… that is so good… poke me harder…!” Mr. Eckhard seemed to lose his senses when he finally squirted. He twitched and groaned and flipped and flopped. But I had tasted very little of this exquisite pleasure and was not nearly satisfied. Alas, he was all in. I was anxious to teach him what I had learned from Mr. Horak, so I started playing with his device. I wanted him to poke me through the back door, so I took his tool between my thumb and middle finger, playing round the head with my forefinger as I had seen Clementina do to Alois. When this did not seem to help, I took his limber weapon in my mouth, sucking and licking it around the head with my tongue. With my hands I played in the hair, which was tickling my eyes, and fondled his marbles, anxiously watching him grow stiff and hard again. At last he grabbed me, ready for another “piece,” but, putting my arms around his neck, I whispered into his ear: “Don't you want to get it in farther?”
“Yes! Yes!” he gasped, “way in-but it won't go.” I pushed him away, saying: “No, not that way-but it will go!” “But how?”
I turned my back to him, reached back between my legs, took his spear in my hand and inserted it. He grunted like a pig, as his mammoth member, which I had moistened with my saliva, slipped into me, he pushing it in further and further-indeed even further than Mr. Horak had succeeded in doing. It felt so glorious that I could not wish for anything more! He had now become so wild with passion, that I had to push away his hands-which clawed at my mound-or he would have torn me apart. I was already bleeding. I squeezed my sphincter together and he groaned loudly with pleasure. I enjoyed his groaning, so I squeezed repeatedly; but in consequence he discharged before I wanted him to. Then, exhausted, he leaned against the wall.
As I raised up, I shook with pleasure, feeling as though his energetic engine was still inside me; at this, the juices which he had injected there ran down the insides of my legs, tickling me as they dripped. But I could not rest. Under the pretense of wiping him off, I again began pushing his foreskin back and forth. He begged me to leave him alone. But I was not satisfied. I was still thinking of Shani -his mother, his two sisters, so unabashed in a way in which I had never yet acted towards Mr. Eckhard. I asked: “Have you ever done this naked?” He remarked: “Why, you have been in bed with me!” To this I replied: “Yes, but I mean all naked- without anything on?” He asked: “Have you done it that way?” “No,” I replied, “but I would like to. Have you ever done it that way?”
“Of course! Why, I was married once.” “Did your wife die?”
“No, she is not dead.” “Then, where is she?” “Why, she got to be a whore!” I remembered Mr. Horak calling me that. I asked: “Well, then, perhaps I am a whore?” “Oh, no!” he laughed outright. “You are my dear, little pepi!” At that he caressed me, and I, taking advantage of this, began playing with his shaft.
“'I never poked a little girl like you,” he continued. “Why do you like to poke so much?” Instead of answering, I stooped over and took his device so far into my mouth that the hair tickled my face. But he would not get stiff. After a while he murmured: “Oh, that feels so good!” Then, taking the instrument out of my mouth, he rubbed it around my grotto with his hand. It tickled as if a big tongue were licking me. “Is that good?” “Yes! But why doesn't it stand up again?” I asked. “I want it to stand up again!”
“If your mother knew what you are doing-” he suddenly remarked.
I laughed, saying: “Mother would like to have father's stand oftener.” Getting curious, he asked: “How do you know that?” (Still he continued playing around my slit with his soft machine.)
I told him of the scene which I had overheard. He listened eagerly and then said: “So she told him she would find someone else to poke her?” And just then, his shaft rose up stiff as ever. He put me on his lap, astride him, and forced himself inside me as far as he would go. I began jumping up and down, and soon approached my heights. I told him: “I am coming again-don't put it in so far-that hurts there-there-I am coming again-!” “At this, he asked: “Why wouldn't your mother let me poke her?” As I jumped up and down, I replied: “I don't know!” He said: “Ask your mother to let me. Will you do that for me?” “Yes,” I said, “but keep on, please-oh! That feels so good!” He was now pumping away in grand style, becoming more and more stiff as he thought of what I had told him. Meanwhile my mind was on Shani's mother and two sisters. “Do you think your mother would let me?” he asked again, coughing.
“Perhaps! I don't know,” I answered, as he began pushing harder.
I warned him: “Not so deep!” “I suppose with your mother I could get it all the way in?” “Certainly!” “Would you like to have me poke your own mother?” To please him, I answered: “Yes!” Just then he began to squirt. I jumped up, but, since he had not finished, he got mad, saying: “Lie still, you imp-you fool-don't run away before I am through!” So I had to finish it with my hand. It seemed as though he would never get through. Since it had now become dark, I went to bed. Mr. Eckhard did the same. But after awhile I got up, went to his room, took my chemise and stood before his bed-naked. At first he did not want me, but he soon began petting my naked body, my breasts and my kitten. Then he rubbed my nipples with his wet finger tips, then my stomach. Finally he began to play inside me with his fingers. By this time I was so passionate that I was trembling. I was afraid that some one might come in, so I pleaded: “Come on, Mr. Eckhard-hurry up! Somebody might come!”
“Hurry? What for?” he asked. I whispered: “I want to poke you!” “Now listen,” he said, lifting me onto the bed and sitting me on his knee, trying to see my face in the dark: “I have poked you three times already today and you still want more?” “Yes, but naked!” I replied. “Just look at your kitten!” he exclaimed. “It's all done up for this evening!” “But that is not from this evening,” I said, not thinking. “So!” From when is it?” he said, slipping his finger into my slit, which excited me still more. “So, who have you been poking? It seems to me that you are doing 'it' entirely too much! Tell me, who was it?” and he kept on manipulating his finger inside me. I was almost crazy with excitement, but thinking quickly, I decided to tell him about Mr. Horak, since he was also a grown-up man. “Well, who has been poking you today besides me?” Mr. Eckhard pressed, bending over me. Filled with curiosity, he still plied his finger in my canal. “Who?” You must tell me!”
“Mr. Horak!” I replied. “The beer agent downstairs?”
“Yes!” “Since when?” “A long time!” “Before I poked you?” “No, afterwards!” “Where did he catch you?”
“In the cellar.” “And how did it happen that he 'used' you so hard?” “Because he has such a long shaft!” “How long? Longer than mine?” “Yes, much longer- but not so thick!”
“And how often does he poke you at a time?” I lied to this, saying: “Always five times.” At this he became excited, saying: “All right. Come on! I will poke you once more!” I slid under him. He raised my chemise away up and I felt his naked body against me. But it was no use; his member was soft and would not stand up.
“Damn it!” he whispered, “and surely I would like to!” “So would I,” I answered, pressing up against him. But still he could not become stiff again. “Come,” said he, “take it in your mouth again; that will make it stand!” I kept on trying, playing with it. “Take it in your mouth. I suppose that you do that with Mr. Horak also?” “Yes!” I confessed. He then began moving in the bed and I moved down until his tool touched my mouth. Immediately I took it between my lips, fearful that some of the folks might return home. His stomach was on my face- I could hardly breathe- but I kept right on with all my might. The fear of being discovered worried me. Mr. Eckhard had buried his face in a pillow and began working up and down as though he already inside me. After awhile, I felt his engine getting harder and harder, until I could not take it all in my mouth anymore. I felt the pulse beats and it began to quiver. Quick as a cat, I slipped higher until I felt it between my legs. Taking hold of it, I quickly forced it into my opening as far as I could-holding my hands around that part remaining out. I was so much pleased as I felt it working in and out. He now poked like mad-saying: “I never would have thought I could do it once more! “Push harder!” I begged, “Push harder-!” Putting his hands on my breasts, he played with the nipples with his wet fingers so vigorously that I felt the pleasure down to the soles of my feet! Loosening my hands slightly, I felt him going in deeper inside me! “Wait,” he said, “now you little imp-you little whore-I'll show you!” Pressing his mouth to my ear, he started licking his tongue around it and in it. I felt as though I were playing with someone and at the same time
