Gustav Schlling - Memoirs of a Baron

I visited my beautiful Madame Flamman at least twice a week till she announced that she was pregnant and therefore had to forego further pleasures.

As soon as Old Man Brambur, her father, heard of the coming event, he threw a great party, and I was among the guests he had invited.

Among the guests was a pretty young brunette who looked very passionate and willing to me and, most important, she seemed attracted to me. I had been fasting for at least one whole month and was starving for affection.

I liked Mademoiselle Raschman very much and she seemed to be pleased with my attentions.

The dinner was held on the patio of Old Man Brambur's gardens and many couples walked arm in arm toward the gazebos, bushes and fountains. I suggested that little Raschman and I take a stroll into the gardens and she accepted.

It was dusk, the time so pleasant for making-love.

I was not really in the mood for any long and drawn out dalliance so I led her point-blank into the nearest bower. I sat down and pulled her upon my lap.

“Oh!” she gasped, “My dear Baron…”

I kissed her.

“Do you love me, beautiful girl?”

“You are very much to the point.”

“Why shouldn't I be? I want to make love to you, my dearest little one, and if you feel the same way about me… why are you laughing?”

“Well, I declare! If I were to say 'yes,' as far as you are concerned, everything would be… ready to go!”

“That's right. And I am, despite the fact that this place is rather uncomfortable, instantly ready to show you positive proof of my passion for you.”

My blood coursed hotly through my veins and I looked at her with passionate longing.

“And what could that be …?”

I pressed my lips against hers, darted my tongue into her mouth, held her firmly against me with my left hand, while my right was seeking its way to her fountain of passion.

The poor little thing resisted but she was not strong enough to escape from my grip.

“Well, dearest little one?”

“Please, let me go!”

“One more kiss, pretty girl, and another one, and yet another. When you think you'll love me, you give one. See, you're hesitant.”

“Let go of me!”

She was very much afraid and shivered. I could see in her eyes that she was undecided as to what to do. My fingers played with the prettiest little passion hole, around which as of yet only a few soft hairs had begun to grow. The entrance was so narrow that even my middle finger had trouble getting inside. She resisted but I was not about to let myself be deterred by that. I kept kissing her passionately while exploring her little love pit thoroughly. When I touched her inside, she suddenly relaxed and rested her face against my shoulder. She completely forgot any further resistance.

“Well, pretty girl, do you love me?”

I let her go and she cast down her eyes, blushing with shame. I kissed her fervently.

“Don't you want to kiss me? Are you afraid to admit that there exists in you a spark of fire?”

She looked at me. I kissed her and held her in a fiery embrace.

“And what answer can I expect before we return to the party?”

She took my hand and kissed me.

We wandered back to the party. My little Raschman walked by my side with a deep frown on her pretty face. I whispered to her:

“Look happy and joyful, as usual, my dearest little one.”

“How can I, when you made me so restless?”

She gave me a big smile and skipped away.

I had a terrible desire to take this girl's little bud and make it grow into a flower. The wine was lifting my spirits higher and higher and finally I looked her up again, to find out where she lived and to see if it were not possible to spend several hours of the night with her. At first she did not want to listen to my proposals, but finally she gave in and told me everything I wanted to know.

Her parents had, not too far from here, a small summer home where they lived during this season. The windows of my little girl's bedroom were facing Brambur's gardens. Her room was on the second floor. I asked her permission to visit her after the party was over, and she permitted me to do so. As soon as I could possibly get away, I walked over to her parent's summerhouse to investigate the possibilities. It would have been very difficult to scale the wall, so I secured myself a ladder and tried to reach the windows of her bedroom. No trouble at all.

I went back to the party and waited impatiently for its finish. Finally around ten o'clock the guests started to leave and I, too, pretended to be going home.

At eleven o'clock I climbed the wall separating both gardens and I could see my little girl standing in the window. I climbed the ladder and stood in front of the surprised child. She was about to ask me not to come in, but I was already standing next to her.

Her whole body trembled with fear and her breathing was deep and heavy as if she were afraid of great and impending danger.

“Isn't everybody asleep, dear girl?”

“Oh, yes… but…”

“Then there is nothing to worry about. Let love run its course, and you will never regret it. Are you sure that nobody ever walks into the garden at this time?”

“Oh, my God, no… but… I am so afraid! I wish you would go away again.”

“If you don't love me, my dear child, I will be gone instantly; just say the word. Don't you love me?”

“Oh, yes, but…”

“Well then, calm down, and enjoy your true feelings.”

I embraced her and covered her with kisses.

“Come, my little love, take off your clothes and lie down.”

“That I won't do!”

“Strange little girl! Why all these excuses? You don't expect me to sit here all night, do you?”

I became a little bit more firm, and soon I had finished undressing my pretty little one. My own clothes were off in no time. I got into bed with her.

Her heart pounded fearfully, her breathing was difficult and sigh after sigh escaped from her lips.

I could cup her round little globes with the hollow of my hand. They were hard and firm, like the rest of her body, resembling a rosebud about to open. As soon as my finger reached the temple of her love, it became covered with morning dew and the entrance was covered with slippery moisture.

I mounted her carefully and slipped her hand around my rod. Her breathing quickened.

“And now, my dearest little girl, you are about to experience the greatest pleasure of love. It is possible that the beginning is a little bit difficult, but be assured that incredibly great pleasure will follow an initial little bit of pain.”

I put my prick against the opening, put my hands under her firm buttocks so I could guide her and gain a little better equilibrium. The little olive-skinned girl quivered and shook.

“Please, let go! It's impossible!”

“Patience, my little darling.”

I pushed a little bit harder, lifting her at the same time, and she cried out loudly.

“Please, it's horrible, I can't stand it!”

She shook and quivered and I noticed that her little passion pit was veritably drenched. I had barely penetrated her and already she was well on her way into a passionate swoon. I decided to thrust deeper.

She screamed out loud, and I, too, felt a burning pain, even though my staff was only inside with its head.

“Please… don't… please! In the name of God… I'm dying!”

She went into convulsions and whimpered softly.

I felt sorry for the dear child, but I could not stop halfway.

“Please, dear Baron, I beg of you… let me go. The pain is unbearable, I'm burning…”

“My dearest little child. I feel terribly sorry for you. Do you really want to forego indescribable pleasures?”