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?”
“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
