Chapter 2: On the way

Supper was again served by the huge brute, now with an insolent smirk on his coarse face. There was a tureen of rich soup, with some fish I think, lovely slices of warm bread with a crisp crust, and followed by some delicacy which only much later I learned to be Vienna veal schnitzels. Especially nice however were the drinks. Something light and tart tasting, which she explained to be a Moselle wine and which worked wonders on my parched throat. She didn't talk much at all, only to offer me some more to eat or to drink or to ask me to pass this or the other condiment. Nevertheless it was very pleasant, the various aromas unbelievable and, since it was only the second time in my life that I was able to eat as much as my stomach would hold, totally satisfying. As long as I live I will not forget the taste of the very tender meat in its soft crust of egg and bread crumbs nor the refreshing bite of the two small glasses of wine she poured for me. Her slave, as I referred to him by myself with an inward smile, removed the remains of our supper but left behind some glasses, carafes and dainty cups.

"Would you like some hot chocolate or do you prefer coffee? Or how about a little of both?" she asked with a smile. "Considering how much you have eaten, I think we may indulge even more, don't you think?"

And that is what I did. I drank a cup of the steaming hot coffee, plenty of sugar to be sure, and of that wonderful, creamy chocolate. True wonders of the world they were!

She however only drank some colourful drink out of a small glass and smiled at me. "I might let you have something of that later on, if you are very good."

Then it occurred to her to ask me about my destination. When she heard that I was travelling to Verona, she was delighted and explained to me that she was going to Rome. Yes, her own carriage all the way and we would have a marvellous time together, wouldn't we? On top of all that, I wouldn't have to worry about train connections, since her coach would be attached to whichever train was available at Munich.

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Once more the lady rang the bell for "our" slave and ordered him to turn down the beds. Indeed, beds there were: the seats folded down into two very comfortable looking cots. Bedding came out of a hidden closet. Beautiful linen and light down comforters, richly stuffed pillows all made up quickly and efficiently.

"Will you be needing me further, your Highness?"

"No, thank you, Karl, that will be all. Good night."

"Good night, your Highness," stuffy Karl answered, having obviously decided to ignore me as much as possible.

As soon as he had left, her Highness asked me to lock the door and close the curtains all the way.

After I had done that, she said lightly. "Let's go to bed, shall we?"

All of a sudden, I was very shy again. Should I just get into bed with my clothes, should I undress, keep on my underpants, should I ... do what? I turned my back to the lady and slowly started taking my clothes off. Suddenly I was being spun around and there was her Highness, the lady, already totally nude and glowing with it. She proceeded to undress me without any further ado and I thought that surely there was no need to be so quick about it. The train was travelling steadily if not all that speedily through the night and it would be late in the morning before we even reached Munich, rails and trains being what they were. But at last I was as naked as an egg as well and she pulled me towards her bed. Stroking and caressing me all the time, breathing heavily and, yes, that heady scent filled my nostrils again. She got into the bed first and pulled me in after her.

"We won't need the comforters, dear. It is quite warm enough in here and surely you don't want me to cover up, do you?"

I could only shake my head and let myself be drawn towards her. She gave one big sigh and turned towards me. I noticed there were tears in her eyes when she leaned in to kiss me, but then, with a furious look, she kissed me hard, pushing her tongue into my mouth, probing, searching, duelling with my tongue, sucking and blowing. But it wasn't just her tongue which was, literally, into me. Her hands moved over my body constantly, from my ears to my nipples, along my throat, between my legs, caressing my stiffy, gliding towards my butt, probing the darkness, pushing, kneading all the time. With yet another sigh she made me turn upside down and pulled me on top of her. My face now was only inches away from her mound and I wondered why she would want to look at my downside as surely she had to have everything in plain view, since she spread my legs wide open.

"Hurry, boy, you know what to do. Do it quick. Kiss me there, make me feel good."

And yes, I did remember what to do and stuck my nose right in there between her vertical lips. I could see moisture there and the lips themselves were red and swollen, as if in pain. I reached out with my tongue, finding her button, playing, pulling, kneading, pushing and sucking. I explored the opening below, where I had had my hand before and found it opened far enough to see the insides, all pink and gleaming with moisture, contracting and expanding in ripples. The aroma was almost overpowering and without great hesitation I pushed a hand inside, curling my fingers into a small fist, twisting, turning, stretching the fingers to try and reach further into that great mysterious cave. The sounds I made with my activities were nothing however compared to the sounds she made on me. She licked my dicky, fondled my sac, stroked over my butt and in between my hard little cheeks and again she took me into her mouth completely, sucking like she would a lollypop and suddenly I felt her finger pushing into my anus. That made me wriggle my butt inadvertently which only spurred her on to greater efforts, pulling out her finger, sticking her t o n g u e inside, twirling it around and around only to replace it with her finger once again. This time however, she pushed her finger in very deep and found that secret spot which made me twitch even faster, not being able to keep still for a moment, falling into a humping movement which made her groan deep from within her chest. But I was beyond caring now. With my hand moving inside her, her finger in my butt, her mouth slathering all over my peter I became frantic and mushed my nether regions over her face. And again, she squeezed her thighs together, trembling, forcing my head further down and I did to her what she did to me. First licking her anus and pressing my tongue against it, I withdrew my fingers from her and stuck two into her bottom hole. With a wild spasm, her hips came off the bed and by some instinct I took that as a sign to reinsert a fist into her vagina quite violently.

"Yes," she wailed. "Yes, do that, don't stop. Keep it up, boy, yes, yes ... yes!"

But by then I had problems of my own. I started to twitch, all the time humping like a demented rabbit, whimpering, clenching my buttocks while my dick jerked uncontrollably in her mouth, grabbing her buttocks, sucking, licking and, without warning, collapsing completely over her, overcome by those hitherto unknown sensations and mewling softly in my throat. With a great sigh she gently lifted me up, turned me around and made me lay down on top of her, my head between her breasts. She was breathing heavily but, I think, contentedly, stroking my back, lifting her head up now and then to kiss me softly. And finally we slept.

For how long I slept I do not know. I woke up with a start and realised the train had stopped. This was nothing unusual of course, those old steam engines often having to take on water and bunker coal, stopping at desolate stations to do so. However, the feeble lights shining through the curtains allowed me to look at the woman lying on her back, snoring softly. Quite unashamed I examined her prostrate form, studied her face, her hair, the breasts with those large nipples, her ample belly and at last I crept between her legs and studied her vertical smile. The button had nearly withdrawn into the folds, the lips no longer swollen and red. The smell too had changed, it was still musky but with a slightly sour note to it. Lightly, I blew on her, changing the direction up and down, from side to side. She shivered in her sleep, felt about with her hands, found my head after a while and pulled me up to her, holding me close. Soon I slept again.

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When I woke up, I found her moving around, nude, rumpling my bed and pillow. Now, why would she do that, I wondered.

But when she saw me being awake she said smilingly. "Good morning, dear boy. Did you sleep well?"

As if all we ever did was sleep! I heard the gurgling of water from the bathroom and that of course made me attend to my own ablutions afterwards. As soon as I finished, I washed my hands and face and between my legs.

"Yes," she smiled. "It's good to be clean. But we have something better. Come, let us have a bath together and then we must get dressed for breakfast."

She got into the bathtub and beckoned to me. The water was heavenly: hot, but not scalding; scented richly by some perfume and thick foam covering the lady's body parts. As I lowered myself into the tub, she grabbed me around the hips and pulled me between her legs. Sheer heaven: my back leaning into her, her breasts forming a superior pillow for my head and her hands sneaking over my body, between my legs, my buttocks, pinching my nipples, pulling gently on my little dick, rubbing and teasing. Slippery with foam, I squirmed in her lap and, without warning, the sensations became too much for me. I turned around like a fish, sat down between her legs, took hold of her breasts, with my toes pushing against and into her slit, my hands squeezing and tearing at her breasts, twirling her nipples, till I stood up in the tub eventually and pushed my jerking, twitching stiffie into her face. Somehow this furious frenzy must have been contagious, because with a groan she snapped at my dick, pulled it into her mouth once more, at the same time jamming two of her fingers into my anus, twisting, searching and finding that secret spot. Her tongue danced over my little head, pulling, sucking at the foreskin till I felt my little sac with the tiny balls contracting, my body freezing rigidly against her whilst I thought that my spine was being sucked empty by some great unknown force. Finally, I sank back into the water, away from her, yet pushing my right foot into the junction of her legs. And as she opened up towards me, spreading her thighs and taking in my foot right up to the span, she made me twist it, turn it, wriggle my toes and she moved her body continuously till, with a sound halfway between a roar and a groan, she impaled herself on my foot, shaking and jerking and finally shuddering to a halt, sinking back into the now tepid water with her nostrils dilated and her eyes tightly closed as if in great pains...