Gustav Schlling: Memoirs of a Baron

I don't want to bore you, dear reader, with the details of my trips to Venice, Naples, and Rome. All my acquaintanceships were fleeting, and mostly of similar nature. But one thing I firmly believe and that is that either the climate or the voluptuous nature of the women must contribute to the fact that the more voluptuous sacrifices brought at the altar of love and passion, the greater the desire and the greater the strength to do it.

Weakening and loss of vigor as in the North is unknown.

I returned to Blassenheim and my father himself was there to receive me. The joy of our meeting was great. I showed him the plans I had made to beautify my future home and he liked my ideas very much. I left the managerial duties to Balthasar and visited Frau von Glossen for a pleasurable week. She was still an admirable woman.

Thereafter I visited various German courts and kissed the hands of many a lady, but I no longer had any desire to get more intimately acquainted with them. And even if I found myself now and then in the embraces of some lady, I realized that it was only lust and not love and it felt as if I was taking food without the pleasure of the spices.

I had one pleasant adventure when I stopped off in a neighboring town. I lived on the third floor of the city's best hotel and one night, before going to bed, I decided to take a little stroll. Upon returning I wandered into the wrong room and, without noticing my mistake, I undressed and went to bed. Somewhat later the door opened again and two young women came in, accompanied by their chambermaid.

The bed curtains were drawn and my nightgown was still on top of the blanket. I was very quiet and waited, full of anticipation. The chambermaid helped both young ladies undress and the girls were talking about the uncle they had planned to visit but it seemed that the gentleman had not been home.

I would have liked to cover myself up or put something on in order not to scare the young ladies, but any noise might have disturbed them. The maid left to make some tea, and I was alone with two lovely young ladies.

“Dear Julie, I really liked the major best; he was so very virile and he had such a handsome face. I must admit that it took my breath away when he kissed my hand.”

“Yes, he was a rather nice man, but Freda, the captain with the incredible hawk nose, did you notice his fierce mien and his fiery eye?”

Everybody they had seen passed the review and was judged. Rose, after she had served the tea, was dismissed to her own room. And now the girls walked, arm in arm, up and down their room, telling each other about the effect the various personages had had upon their feelings. Even the well-rounded thighs and well-filled breeches were not forgotten.

Finally the two dear girls disrobed completely; my eyes feasted upon a very interesting and unusual sight. The girls kissed each other, pressed their milky globes against each other and rubbed their passion pits together. Kisses, mixed with sighs, sounded throughout the room and they held each other in tight embrace. I became very warm watching this scene. They sank down upon the couch, each holding a finger in the other's voluptuous grotto. They moved frantically until they finally collapsed, one on top of the other. I lifted my head and the bed curtains rustled. They were both very startled. I realized that I was about to be discovered anyway, so I made a little bit more noise. The girls seemed paralyzed. I threw off the covers, opened the curtains and stepped out of my bed. They screamed out loudly and fainted.

I tried everything in my power to revive them. Finally, Julie was the first to open her eyes.

“Excuse me, dear young lady, a fortunate mistake made me walk into your open room.”

She closed her eyes and her face turned blood red.

“Please leave us, sir…”

“That would be too terrible, dear girl.”

Freda slowly recuperated from her shock. She opened her eyes and when she saw that I held Julie in my arms, she fled into the bed. Both girls insisted that I should leave the room at once. Julie tried to twist herself out of my arms; I carried her to the bed, and after some slight arguments I was lying in between them and held an adorable little girl in each arm. After some initial shyness, they both soon returned my small attentions and kisses.

“The little games of love are very pleasant, my beautiful nymphets, but very unsatisfactory since they demand greater delights. I hope the two of you can agree as to who will receive the first sacrifice today and who will get the second one tomorrow.”

The girls each denied that they wanted to be the first but, nevertheless, they both snuggled up to me closer. I got up and looked around for a piece of paper to tear into two strips, one longer than the other.

“Pull, my beauties, the longest one has first rights.”

Freda got it, but she insisted that Julie would take it. She was a very well-built, healthy young girl and she allowed me to ascend the throne of love without any further resistance. Julie's face flushed and her eyes sparkled with barely hidden jealousy.

I made Freda pull up her legs a little, guided my staff into her grotto and meanwhile inserted my finger into Julie's temple of passion.

Freda's eyes gleamed with delight, her breath came haltingly and a whimpering moan slipped out of her heaving bosom. Her passion seemed to be contagious to Julie, whose breath became panting as her hips moved violently under my exploring hand. She kept my wrists firmly in her hands to make sure that my fingers would not escape from their warm nesting place.

My prick emptied its contents and Freda became wild under me. I had not yet spent entirely before her spring of passion started to overflow and Freda fell back upon the mattress in a most voluptuous swoon.

Now I turned my attentions to Julie. The poor child was being devoured by passion. She kissed me, nibbled at my lips and pressed her firm globes tightly against my side.

“Have a little patience, dearest Julie, and I hope to be able to satisfy you, too.”

She played with my prick, caressed it, and it started to lift itself. Her countenance betrayed the wildest desire and she herself guided it furiously into her grotto which seemed more hotly inflamed than passionately warm. She moved swiftly and amidst loud groans her cup of passion flowed over very quickly.

I now moved one hand under each girl's buttocks and let my fingers play and explore with the cleavages in between. Their spasms told me how much my explorations excited them.

Both were exceedingly voluptuous girls and I really would not know which of the two I would prefer. Their passion pits were equally beautiful; neither one of them had been defiled by misuse and the charms were still fully intact. Freda's renewed caresses had soon put new life into my staff and it did not need much enticing to enter the passion pit again. The poor dear girl did not yet know the value of temperance. She was too eager and she moved too quickly. Soon she closed her eyes, her lips met mine and my prick was bathed in a most copious stream.

Julie looked at me with great passion and her hungry eyes told me that she too wanted her turn again. I felt her passion pit and the dear girl's muscles contracted violently. Should I withhold my sacrifice from Freda?

While I was still asking myself that question, Julie had artfully succeeded in pushing her friend aside. She was even more eager and more violent. Within a minute she went into convulsions and sank exhausted back onto the pillows.

I viewed both beautiful and passionate bodies with intense pleasure. Their love pits were in slight disarray because of the constant floodings and Julie's pretty little passion lips were still foam-covered.