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MEMOIRS OF JOSEPHINE MUTZENBACHER
The saying is, that young whores become old, religious crones, but that was not my case. I became a whore at an early age and experienced everything a woman can ... in bed, on chairs, tables, standing against walls, benches, lying on the grass, in dark hall-ways, in private bedchambers, on railroad trains, in lodging houses, in jail; in fact in every conceivable place where it was possible . . . but I have no regrets. I am along in years now . . . the enjoyment which my sex afforded me is fast disappearing. I am rich but faded, and often being very lonesome, but it never entered my mind, although in the past years I was religious ... to now do penance.
The squalor and drudgery which I escaped I owe entirely to my healthful body. Without my youthful experience, the early awakenings of my sexual passion, I would undoubtedly have succumbed, the same as many of my playmates, and would have been forced into the poorhouse or died as a drudge of some household. I did not succumb to any of these.
I obtained a good education, for which I can thank only my lifeas a prostitute, for this it was that brought me into touch with educated men ... it broadened my mind and enlightened me. I escaped the life which is led by the ignorant, low-born peasants, for which they are not to blame, but of which they are so often accused. It is not their fault, for they know no better.
I have seen the world in a different light, for all of which I have to thank my life as a prostitute, so often condemned by the public.
I am writing my experiences only to shorten my time of loneliness and to give to the public the truth about my past experiences, which led up to the life I finally adopted.
My father was a very poor man, who worked as a saddler in a firm in Josef City. We lived in a tenement house away out in Ottakring, at that time a new house, which was filled from top to bottom with the poorer class of tenants. All of the tenants had many children, who were forced to play in the back yards, which were much too small for so many.
I had two older brothers. My father and my mother and we three children lived in two rooms ... a living-room and kitchen. We also had a roomer.
I distinctly remember two of our roomers. One of them was a locksmith'apprentice. He had dark eyes; a sad-looking lad; his black eyes and dark face always covered with grime and soot. We children were much afraid of him. He was a very silent man, never saying a word.
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I remember one afternoon, when I was alone in the house, he came home. I was then only five years old. My mother and the two boys had gone to Furstenfeld and my father had not yet returned from work. The locksmith took me up from the floor, where I was playing and held me on his lap. I wanted to cry, but he quietly told me, "Be quiet, I won't hurt you.'1
He then laid me back and lifted up my little skirt. Then he examined me. I was badly frightened and he viewed me naked upon his lap, but remained perfectly quiet. As he heard my mother coming, he put me down on the floor and went into the kitchen.
A few days later, he again came home early. As mother was about to go out, she asked him to look after me until she returned, which he promised gladly. As soon as she was gone, he again held me on his knees and began examining my naked pussy. He did not utter a word ... just stared at my privates constantly! I did not dare say anything. This he repeated on many occasions, as long as he roomed with us. As a child, of course, I had no idea of its import, and did not give the matter a second thought. Today I know different, and often call this lad my first lover.
Quite frequently at home I heard my father and mother shaking the bed and breathing hard, but could not discern anything in the dark. I had an idea that I knew what it all was about, however, so when this occurred I would lay in bed listening with all my ears, at the same time fingering myself. I got so that I could satisfy myself very well indeed by this method.
I often heard them whispering to each other in a tone too low for me to distinguish words. One Saturday night father came home drunker than usual. Mother got up, helped him undress, and when I awoke at the noise, I saw a light in the room. Father pushed mother over on the bed, reaching up under her clothing, between her legs, she at the same time fighting him off. He whispered: "Here now ... spread your legs apart!''
Mother refused to do so, saying: "Go away! You are drunk!"
"What of it? . . . Come on . . . !"
He was a powerful man; wild-eyed he grabbed her, tore off her night-dress, caught her by the titties and pushed her back on the bed, and got on top of her, with his big, stiff cock out, all ready for business.
"Put out the light, the children are looking," but father just said: "Put it in, damn it!"
Mother again said: "Put out the lights, you fool, we don't want the children watching this." .
Father just growled: "They are asleep," and went right on with his business. Soon I heard mother say: "Oh, but that is so good.
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How big you are tonight!" They soon finished and all was quiet once more, father falling asleep immediately and mother soon after.
When they had started to snore, I slipped out of my bed and over to my brother Franz;, where he slept on the lounge. He could not see, but heard it all. Getting into his bed with him, we hugged each other fiercely. He wanted to get on top of me, but I turned over and made him screw me from behind. We were very quiet; nobody heard us, but we were rather really frightened at first. We were much naked and the feeling of our little bodies rubbing so close together without the. interference of clothing was delightful. We pulled off our little fuck, and finding that we were comparatively safe, we did it often at night, as we could feel reasonably safe when all the rest were asleep.
Soon after this, we got a new roomer in our home. This roomer was a middle-aged man of fifty or so. I do not know what his business was, but he was at home a great deal and sat in the kitchen for hours, talking to mother. I was often left alone with him. As he had a full, bushy beard I often wondered how much hair he had between his legs. One Sunday, when he was washing himself, I noticed his hairy breast.
This only enhanced my curiosity as to his other parts. He was very friendly to me, as he stroked my hair, chuckled me under the chin-, and caressed and fondled me frequently. I always went to him smilingly when he spoke.
Happening to be at home alone with him one day, I thought:
"Now is my chance."
I went up to him and began to stroke his heard. He must have perceived something in my looks which robbed him of his senses for a moment. He was shivering as he put his hand between my legs as if knocking for an entrance. I was standing in front of him as he sat there and did not resent any movement on his part, but smiled encour- agingly up to him. He pressed harder, but as yet only on the outside of my fluffy dress. I stepped up closer, between his knees, and smiled.
His face reddened and he pulled me to him and kissed me. He lifted my dress up, pulled down my panties and kissed me passionately. He looked at and began to finger my crack.
This seemed different from anything that I had ever experienced before, due, no doubt, to the fact that hitherto I had played only with boys, while this was a grown man. I became so excited I could hardly control myself. I did not know whether he was using one finger or five. I did not care as I felt as if I was being fucked, pushing his finger way up into me. I began to work back and forth, at the same time playing with the hair on his breast. He took my other hand and placed it on his cock, which he had taken out. It was so large I could hardly get my hand around it. I started working it back and forth while he rubbed my cunt and kissed me.
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We kept this up until suddenly he stiffened out and twisted and squirmed and began to squirt from his penis white stuff in great drops that squirted far into the room, at the same time, part of it, hot and sticky, flowed across my hand. I also came, as he had quickened the movement on my pussy with his finger as he came. When he had finished, he sat there frightened, telling me not to breathe a word of what had passed or rather pleasantly happened between us, to anyone. As I shook my head, he kissed me again, got up and went out.
For several days I hardly saw him, as he was apparently ashamed. This also affected me, as when I would see him approaching, I would run away.
About a week later, while playing out in the backyard with my brothers, I saw him go in and upstairs. My mother having gone out previously, and knowing that he was all alone up there, I soon sneaked up after him, my heart beating wildly and rapidly, and I quivering in excitement. When I entered the kitchen he eagerly reached for me, his hands shaking. I threw myself into his arms, and he at once put his hand between my legs and began to finger my slit. We sat down beside each other and he put his cock into my hand. I now had a good chance to examine it, and I must say, even after all these years, having had thousands of cocks . . . not only pushed in.to my cunt, but . . . into my ass . . . my mouth ... in fact, every opening in my body, that this was an exceptionally fine specimen of a healthy strong cock, with a large red head, and a great mass of dark hair surrounding it. I certainly could have a great time with it, had I been but a few years older and more developed.
I eagerly jerked him off with my hand, as I had learned to do from my brother. When I tired, and stopped working, or put my hand back further, so as to feel of the fine growth of hair there, he would whisper:
"Go on . . . my angel; my darling girl . . . my little sweetheart! For goodness sake, go on . . . don't stop!"
Much pleased at these pet names, I worked hard and tried to do it right and soon he squirted so high that it almost struck me in the face, as I was stooping low and eagerly working away.
A few days later, as we were again jerking each other off, he said:
"Darling, angel, sweetheart," I was doing my best to please him, throwing my ass around as he was working at my pussy. "Oh, goodness; if I could only fuck you right . . . just once, just one little fuck!1'
In a moment I pulled away, laid on the floor or* my back, spread my legs apart, ready for him and said:
"Come on, try it."
He came over, stooped down, coughed, and said:
"No, damn it. You're too small."
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"That's nothing," I answered. "Try to do it anyhow."
Half wild, he got on top of me. He put his hand under my ass,
lifted me up and rubbed his cock against my pussy. I held to his cock,
making sure that he rubbed it all over, pushing as hard as he could. Between shoves, he asked: "Have you been fucked before?" Something warned me to deny it, but he insisted, saying: "Now, angel, tell me, you have been fucked, I know it. Who
was it? Often? Was it good?"
I was breathing hard. I could feel his cock jerking, but I still
denied it, saying:
"No, certainly not. Of course not. This is the first time." His breath came faster and the pleasure for me became greater. "Is it good," he asked. "Oh, so good," I said. Just then he went off, wetting my belly, so that the fluid ran
down my sides.
"Lay still," he said, and he wiped me clean.
Then he asked: "Are you telling the truth? Come on and tell
me."
I told him I had seen it done and pointed to the other room.
"Yes, yes. Your father and mother."
He wanted me to tell him all and as I told him what I had seen and heard, he played with my cunt until I again went off.
After the delightful experience with Mr. Eckhard, I began to look around for grown-up men, imagining myself sitting on their knees and playing with their pricks. I now looked at different men. They would stop and stare at me, astonished.
One man once turned round and winked at me, but I did not follow him, although I was much excited.
After this incident, I often walked out on the streets, hoping to meet a second Mr. Eckhard. At one time, having gone further away from home than usual, it began to grow late and got dark. As I turned and started homeward, I met a soldier. I smiled at him, and he looked at me in astonishment, but kept right on walking. As no one was in sight, I stopped and turned and saw that the soldier had also stopped and was looking back at me. I again smiled and he beckoned to me. My heart was throbbing, and my pussy burning, I was so excited. Nevertheless, I stood still, much frightened and yet wildly curious.
He hurried back and with a very sober face asked me: "Are you alone?" I nodded.
"Then come," he said, and he led the way round to the bushes.
Still frightened but highly elated, I followed him. We had scarce ly reached the bushes, when he threw me down on my back and at
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once got on top of me. I felt his big stiff cock as he pushed it against my slit. I put my hand down and shoved it away, although I was really trying to get it into my cunt. I then recovered it and tried to guide it into me. It hurt at every movement, but I said nothing. At last, almost wild, he made a strong effort.
I felt the head going into me. It pained me so I wanted to scream, but bit my lips to keep quiet, so he would not stop.
Suddenly he went off.
He jumped up and ran away, not even looking back at me.
My cunt burned something terrible and I could hardly walk.
But I had been fucked. Really and truly fucked right. All the way in. I had at last lost my maidenhead. I arose and straightened my clothes.
As I came out of the bushes and started for home, I saw the soldier urinating at some distance away. As it was now quite dark, I hurried homewards. I had hardly gone a hundred yards, when some one tapped me on the shoulder. Frightened, I turned around and there stood a ragged boy somewhat older than myself.
"What did you do with that soldier?" he inquired.
"Nothing!" I yelled in anger.
"So, nothing! I saw it all!"
"You saw nothing!" I shouted, almost crying. At this he put his hand between my legs, feeling my pussy.
"You wench," he said, "I saw the whole business, you fucked that soldier back in the bushes," all the time fingering my crack.
"Well, what do you want?" I asked him. I saw there was no use of further denial. He stepped up closer to me, squeezing my cunt and then he said:
"I want to fuck you, too, do you understand?"
"No! No! Get away, get out of here," but he slapped me in the face.
"Fll show you who to push! You'll fuck a soldier; me, you want to push away! Fll show you, I'll follow you home and tell your mother. I know you."
With a jump I stepped adde and started to run, but he caught up with me, took me by the shoulder and was about to slap me again, when I saw that it was no use and said: "All right, come on. Fll fuck you." #
We went back to the bushes and I laid down. He lifted my dress and laid on top of me, saying, "All afternoon I have been waiting for some girl to fuck!"
"How did you happen to see me?"
"I was lying on the grass when the soldier came to you and then I followed the two of you," he said.
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He had a nice pointed prick, and fucked quite well. I soon began to enjoy it, wondering why I had tried to run away from him. As his tool was small and thin, I wondered if we could not get it all the way in, as the soldier had tried so hard to do, so I took it in my hand and began pushing it in. As the soldier had already made quite an opening I was at last very much pleased and delighted at getting it all the way in. The boy must have enjoyed it, as he was working like clock'work. Although it was quite painful I was a very proud girl, I was being fucked like a grown woman. It took quite a little time for the boy to finish, but at last he was through, at which he jumped up and ran away, and I went homewards again.
Franz has a sweetheart, named Zenzi. She was barely fifteen, very pretty; a turned'up nose, cute, saucy eyes, broad mouth—I noticed that her breasts were unusually large, standing far apart, straight and solid; when she walked, they shook.
One day Zenzi suggested that we run away and have all the men we wanted. "Do you mean for me to become a whore?" I slowly asked.
"A whore? Nonsense, Pepi. There is nothing to that—thousands of girls earn a living that way."
"That may be true," I said doubtfully, but-------"
"There is no but about it," continued Zen^i. "Do you think that when a girl stays with her own brother that that is more honorable?"
The next day I started out with Zenzi. It had been agreed, and now I entered upon my new career.
Zenzi and I walked to the city, going from one main street down to the other. It was Summertime and very warm, and she taught me how to turn back my shirt, so that my bare titties were visible through the waist. She seemed very efficient. She smiled into every man's face that we met. I had not quite mastered this: I was timid and looked at every man in a sad manner. However, this seemed to suffice.
On Lantern Street I noticed a dark, old house. The first froor was entirely dark. Zend took me in, entering the yard; she rapped on a door; we were admitted by a homely old woman. We found ourselves in a dark kitchen. From there we went into a small chamber, also dark.
"My friend will also come here," Zenzi told the old woman.
Looking me over, the old woman inquired: "Are you fourteen years old?"
"Long ago,1* Zenzi lied for me. "She is small for her age."
"You understand," said the old woman, "for each time that you come, you pay me one gulden, but you must never come before eight o'clock in the evening."
"Above all things, look out for the police, and always collect from
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the men in advance."
. We had now reached the main street and Zensi touched me, say ing, "Look! That fellow is following me, or rather us'."
In front of us was walking a tall, well-dressed man, with black whiskers. He turned around and looked at us. He walked slowly, allowing us to pass him. At the corner Zensi drew me into the side street. "Come," she whispered, "we will turn in here."
She turned around; the man was standing on the corner. Zensi nodded to him; he came toward us.
"Gome on," she said, "he will not speak to us out in the open here."
Stepping into the hallway of a vacant house we waited. Zenzji remarked: "This is a good place for you to come when you are in the neighborhood; nobody lives here."
Just then the man came in. Zensi smiled at him, but walking up to me, he said: "Well, what is up?"
"Nothing," I answered.
Zensi asked: "Don't you want to come with us? Near here I know a woman where we can get a room."
"No," he whispered, "I haven't the time. We might go up these stairs—nobody lives here. Will you?" he asked me.
I looked at him, astonished; he looked more respectable than I had ever seen in this neighborhood. He carried a fine, silver-handled cane and wore a long, gold watch chain which hung around his neck.
We went upstairs. Zensi remained on the landing, saying:
"I will watch!"
The man felt of my breasts, saying: "Unbutton your waist," and putting his hand into my waist, I felt him, with great pleasure, and he was pleased also that it was soft and tender.
"Well, now, come on," he said, his breath coming fast. I unbuttoned his pants and took out his cock. It was white and tender, but stood out straight like a wax candle; even the head was shapely and tender. I leaned against the wall, raising my dress, thinking that he would fuck me standing up, but he refused, saying:
"I don't care to do it here. Just play with it and let me play with you!" So I began rubbing it back and forth. He played with my titties. He suddenly remarked:
"There- that is good!—Now up a little further—faster—wait!"
He handed me a handkerchief, which I covered the head with, and then proceeded. His legs began to tremble—I felt his cock move nervously in my hand. Then he went off.
I wiped him, also my hand, which was wet and slimy, and then handed him back his handkerchief. He gave me two gulden, hurried away, without once looking back at me. Zensi and I waited a short
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time, then we also slipped out of the house. I was happy to have earned two gulden in only two minutes—and so easy—I had no trouble whatever. I admired this gentleman so much that I would not have asked him for any money.
On the street an old man spoke to me. I was so surprised that I was afraid to answer him. Zen2;i poked me in the side.
He asked: "May I come with you?" and I quickly answered "Yes."
He commanded: "Walk in front, I will follow you."
I started for the dark house. Zensi had mysteriously disappeared. The old woman opened the door, ushered us into a dark room and left us alone.
"Undress," he said.
While undressing, I could see his face, which was smooth-shaven, his mouth toothless, and he had a few white hairs on his head; his hands trembled; he seemed generally broken down. He sat on the couch. When I was completely undressed, he nodded to me to come to him. I had to stand in front of him while he looked at me, but did not touch me. I thought that he was waiting for me to make the first move. I reached down to unbutton his trousers, but he slapped my fingers and said:
"Wait—till I tell you what to do—stand still!"
I stood before him expectant; finally he began stroking my titties with the handle of his cane. It was made of ivory and felt cool; then he put it further down; he pried my legs apart.
"Now, come here," he said, and stretched himself on the couch.
I started to lie down beside him, but he pushed me away with such haste that it frightened me.
"Stay here!" he snapped m his thin, squeakish voice, so, standing, I had to unbutton his pants; I took out his cock; it was so small that it reminded me of the worn-out stub of a pencil. It had as many wrinkles as the year had hours. Taking this little, flabby piece of gristle between my fingers, I began working it up and down. I did not think that it could possibly get hard. I thought of the old man that Zenzi had so much trouble with, but my surprise was great, when under my manipulations, he began to grow until the skin was as smooth as a newly-ironed cloth.
"Now, just a minute," he commanded, angrily.
Not understanding what he meant, I was non-plussed.
"A minute!" he called louder.
I rubbed harder. He fairly screamed:
"What the devil—don't you understand—a minute—!"
"Pardon me, sir," I timidly replied, "I do not know what you mean when you say fca minute!'"
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He apparently did not enjoy my ignorance, but (snapped at me: "Take it in your mouth, you bashful dummy!"
I did as he commanded. I worked as hard as possible. I was afraid of the old man. I was astonished. I had hardly began to play with his cock when it grew bigger and bigger—I could not hold it all in my mouth-------!
Suddenly he commanded: "Stop!"
As I withdrew my hand back, it flopped up against his belly.
"Now fuck!" he ordered. "Quick! You are so slow — you could be on top already!"
He remained on his back; I had to straddle him; I could not stand more than half of that terrible cock. I had to hold on to the couch to keep from getting it in too far and injuring me. Now he began working up and down with all his might, continually talking to himself:
"So—I will show her how I can still fuck the girls—she doesn't have to have others do it for me—she probably thinks because I am an old man—well, if she does, I don't care—there—there—there— there-------!"
He kept this up until suddenly he seemed to collapse under me. I had to run and get him some wine; he mentioned the old lady, who sent me to the nearest Inn.
When I returned he laid there as one dead and did not move. I was terribly frightened. I called the old lady, she told me that she knew him, and for me not to get frightened. She sprinkled some water on his face, saying:
"He always acts like that, and he soon will be all right!"
Suddenly he opened his eyes, jumped up; he saw the wine, drained the glass in one gulp, angrily stared at me, gave me five gulden and then left.
I felt rich! I jumped with joy! I now realised what a fortune I possessed in my pussy, and I decided never to use it for "charity" again.
As I was about to leave, Zensi came in with a tall, young man. As she passed me in the kitchen, she hurriedly whispered: "Wait a minute, don't go yet."
The man also said in a weak, trembling voice: "Yes, I beg of you, do that!"
Zenzi came out of the room, calling me: "Come in, he will take the both of us. He pays well; this will be some sport, you will see! You must do everything that I tell you."
As we stepped back into the room, the young man got up. He was very pale and haggard. A black, full beard, which made him look even paler; sad, dark eyes. He bowed low when Zensi introduced me. "This is my friend, Josefine."
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I was surprised at the stern, sombre way in which she said this, but I was even more surprised when the young man took my hand and kissed it. I had to laugh; I thought it a joke, but she nudged me, saying, "Don't laugh, stay serious."
The young man raised his head, saying, as though he was afraid1. of me: "So young, my esteemed lady, and so noble!"
Zensi cut him short with: "Hold your tongue!" He seemedi frightened, stammering: "Pardon me!"
"Shut up!" Zensi continued angrily, "speak only when you are spoken to!"
I hardly recognised Zenri! Her smiling face had changed so; it was now dark and stern.
"Undress yourself!" she ordered him.
"But, no," he remonstrated, "no, it is not time for that yet!"
"What then?" asked Zensi, perplexed.
"The questions are first," he whispered.
"You are right." She tapped her forehead, walking back and forth before him, a dark, gloomy expression on her face, and called to him: "You vagabond—you dog—you rowdy—you surely have been thinking of me again, haven't you?"
He stammered: "My dear countess—I could not help it—I had to think, oh, dear!"
She interrupted h:'m, saying: "Confess this instant—what you thought!"
He stammered again: "My dear countess, you can read my heart —you know what I thought!"
"You pig—you miserable pig—!" she thundered, "you thought of my pussy—of my titties—you whore-master—confess!"
"I confess!" he answered quietly.
"You thought—you miserable object—" she continued in the same fierce tone—"that you would like to tie on top of me—that I would spread my legs apart and you would put your cock into me— you scoundrel—you thought that you were fucking me, and playing with my breasts—confess—you miserable wretch!"
Folding his hands and begging, he said:
"Yes, worthy countess, I confess all!"
"Are you not ashamed of yourself, before the Princess?" said Zensi, pointing to me. I was so dumbfounded at all this that I had not noticed when she called me a Princess.
"Yes, I am ashamed indeed," he said eagerly, slowing raising his hands to me.
"Kneel!" commanded Zensi. Immediately throwing himself on
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I his knees, he now said meekly: I
"Forgive me, dear Countess, I crave your pardon &lso!" "No!" said Zensi, angrily, "there will be no pardon—first your punishment!"
Blushing slightly, he stuttered: "Yes, first the punishment!"
"Undress yourself!" ordered Zensi. Quickly he undressed.
His body was exceedingly white, as he stood before us like a whipped cur, with lowered head. He stood between the couch and nodded to me; I did the same.
"Just wait, you thief!" she said, while undressing, "you shall see us naked—you may look at the Princess, but you will not touch her."
Naked, she stepped in front of him; her head held high, her eyes sparkling and lips trembling; she was nervous and excited; she rubbed her breasts against his body—rubbed her belly against his; she had me do the same.
He looked at us sadly, his arms at his side, not moving, but made no attempt to touch either one of us.
An electric shock seemed to go through me as I rubbed my titties against him; when I rubbed my pussy against his hair, his skin was as soft as velvet and burning hot, but I noticed that his cock hung down lifeless. "What nonsense," I thought, "when will this all stop. When will we fuck?" I was getting very passionate. Zensi drew me away: -:\ "Now the punishment, yoa pig!" she said.
I "^ He anxiously followed her movements with his eyes. She went to the £runk and took out two switches.
"Do you know these, you damned devil?" she asked, swinging the switches.
"Yes—I know them, most worthy Countess!" he sobbed. "And do you know what is going to happen now—you whore- master?"
"Now, the punishment, worthy Countess," he replied, breathing fast. "Punish me—" turning to me, "and you, most exalted Princess, you will also punish me!"
Zenri handed me one of the switches, and whispered: "Now hit— hit hard!"
"Out of the corner, you thief!" she called.
With one cut of the switch, she struck him across the chest, rais- ing a heavy, red welt. He jumped, and astonished, I noticed that his cock stood erect.
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"Do you feel that, you thief—you ribald robber—you cunt-lapper —you louse—lyou vagabond!" she said, whipping with all her might, using a new name at every stroke; his chest and stomach getting redder all the time.
"Yes, I feel it, worthy Countess!" he moaned, "and I thank you for this punishiment; I thank you; punish me some more—harder—but you, Princess—-why don't you punish me?"
I raised my switch, touching kim lightly. I was frightened, but he whispered:
"Oh, Princess! I know that I am unworthy, but please punish me harder—harder!"
I did as he asked and I began to enjoy the game. "Thank you! Thank you!" he stammered.
"Shut up!" commanded Zensi.
We now kept time, Zensi whipping his breast, belly and legs, while I belabored his back and ass, which was soon fiery red.
The more we whipped, the more excited we got and the more enjoyment we seemed to derive from it. He stood trembling and talk- ing: "Forgive me—forgive me—I will not think of your beautiful breasts again; forgive me, Princess, your breasts are so beautiful and hard—but I will never do it again—Oh, the torture—the pain—I dreamed that I tore your maiden-head, worthy Countess, but I know one must not do that—I imagined that I fucked the Princess; I know that is wrong—I know—Oh, forgive me!"
"You may kiss my feet!" Zenzi growled. He stooped and cov- ered her feet with kisses. Zen^i at the same time whipping him across the back. "Kiss my pussy!" Zen^i ordered. Raising to his knees, he buried his face between her legs.
"Now go to her," as she pushed him. Crawling on his hands and knees, he started to kiss my feet; as his hot lips touched me, a flush went through me. I began whipping his back until small drops of blood appeared on the blue surface, but I kept on as his lips tickled me.
"Exalted Princess," he whispered, "never again will I insult you— even in thought; punish me—you are cruel, but righteous—I suffer gladly—I deserve it!"
"Now her pussy !" shouted Zen^i. He raised his head, kissing me all over; each touch of his hot lips seemed to pierce my heart. Just then he buried his face in my lap, always kissing, but he did not use
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his tongue. I was now so amorous that I forgot to whip. I was busy with my own emotions. He stopped at once. Zenzi coming closer, commanded: "Get up!"
4'End this, worthy Countess—end my suffering—[you cruel one," he begged. |
"Very well," she answered, "I will, and now. Who do you want in front—the Princess or me?"
"Please—the Princess—if she will do me the honor!"
Then Zensi showed me what was expected of me. "You take his bag, like this," standing in front of him, "then you squeeze hard, but not the testicles; just above where it grows to his body; with the other hand you switch his feet and his legs, and wherever you happen to strike."
Kneeling down, I did as she had shown me. He stood erect, his hands folded across his chest. I took his bag in my left hand and squeezed until my fingers ached, and used the switch. His cock got stiffer at every stroke. It wobbled back and forth like a staff in the wind. Suddenly he went off!
It was so unexpected that I got the full discharge in my face. When he had rid himself, Zenzi stopped, sat down on the couch to rest.
"Oh, Princess, oh, my worthy Countess," he sobbed.
i remained seated on the floor, wiping my face, wondering what •*would happen next, still thinking that he would either fuck one or ?the other of us.
For a short time he stood motionless, as one in deep thought, then he hastily put on his clothes.
He walked to the corner of the room, deposited something on a chair, and without one further glance at us, he left the room.
As soon as he had closed the door, Zenzi rushed to the chair and picked up two ten golden guldens.
Dancing around the room, she gave me one, shouting: "That is great, don't you think so?"
I was dumbfounded, but of the same opinion.
A few days later a man in a velvet suit followed me. He looked like an Italian. He had black hair and as was the custom of the Ital*
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ians and the French at that time wore a goatee. I turned into a side street, it was only two o'clock in the afternoon. Remembering the vacant house, li went to it and waited in the hall. He came in at once, and began to ijeel of my titties, but instead of playing with me, he began to examine me.
"Well, how about it?" he asked. They all ask the same question.
I answered; "Shall I go first?"
"Lantern Street; it is near here," I said.
"No," he replied, "I don't want to go there with you."
I was prepared for this, so I answered smiling: "All right! Then we still stay here."
"Here?" He was surprised.
"Why, yes," I said, "we can go upstairs; nobody lives here."
This he also refused, saying: "No, come with me."
"Is it far?" I did not trust him.
"Oh, no, but we will take a cab."
"What will I get?" I asked.
"Don't worry about that," ne said hastily, "you will be well paid.
As I still hesitated, he added: "You will be better paid than you have ever been—I pay more." I consented and frankly answered:
"All right, but I must be paid in advance."
"At home—"he assured me, "at home you shall have your money as soon as we enter the door."
We left the house together; after walking several blocks, he hailed a cab. After being seated and getting started, he said:
"You undoubtedly think that I want to fuck you?" I smiled, and asked: "What else do you want?"
"Something entirely different," he said mysteriously. I smiled again and thought to act wise.
"Oh, I know what you want."
"And what is that?" he inquired.
"You probably want me to take it in my mouth."
"No," he laughed, "what do you think?"
Then from "behind," I continued.
He shook his head. I thought perhaps that he wanted me to go through some performance that we had practiced on the young man, with the switches.
"Do you want to be switched?" I asked.
"My God, but you are wise," he said; "No, not that either.
"Well, then, I don't know—I give up," I said.
"I want to make photographs—pictures of you.
I laughed. I had never been photographed, and I thought that I was to get some nice pictures of myself.
We finally arrived at our destination. He lived in a new Cottage
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hidden in an old garden. We entered the gate, passed/through a lawn and then a garden, and arrived at the house. It contained several rooms and a studio. We were received by a small, stout woman. She was a blonde, which made her appear stouter, with park rings under her eyes, and was dressed in a bath robe. Giving mk a friendly nod, she remarked to the man: "She will be just right.1'
The photographer said: "Let us hurry and take advantage of the light. Then she led me into the house, direct to the studio, which, with its glass room and high windows impressed me very favorably. After removing a chest which hid a door through which we entered a small room, lit by one window, she ordered me to undress, which I did; and she took off her bathrobe, to my surprise.
"You must take off everything, except your shoes and stockings;
those you may keep on."
Standing before me in her shirt, she waited until I was undressed, then she stepped closer and looked me over. "How old are you?"
"Nearly fourteen."
"Has my husband told you what he wants of you?"
"Yes"
"Well, then," she said, taking off her shirt, "the rest you will see
for yourself."
"Will he photograph you too?" I asked, astonished. She laughed.
"Certainly, heretofore he has photographed only me because we have not been able to find another woman who would do. In the first place, it is too great a risk, and moreover, they are too expensive."
"What do I get?" I inquired.
"Don't worry," she said, "you will be satisfied."
I liked her friendly manner. "I am not worrying," I smiled.
"He would not have engaged you, but he has an order for which he must have a young girl like yourself," she said.
"Why, you are still young, yourself," I said to compliment her.
"Oh, yes—for such large titties, they are still solid," lifting them
in her hands.
"They are nice," I acknowledged.
"Just feel them," she said. I had to feel them; they were really
good and solid.
"Only my stomach is too big," she said.
"Oh, no," I assured her.
"And my legs,", slapping her thighs, laughing, she said: "When Albert sees me like this he gets very passionate." Albert, I found out, was a man posing with us.
"I believe it," I said.
"But then my husband gets angry," she laughed. "But if Albert could not raise a hard'on we could not take pictures.
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Now I began to realise what I was to do. Just then her husband returned. He called us and we entered the studio. I saw a young man, about eighteen years old; he might have been an errand or stable boy. He was siin-burned, had small ears and a red nose. He was fairly well dressed, slight, though muscular in build. I liked his looks very much.
The photographer, whose name was Mr. Capuzsi, sent the young man, whom I learned was Albert, into the dressing room. "Hurry up," he called, then started to examine me. "Not bad at all," he remarked to his wife, "don't you think so?" "Yes," she answered, "she's just what you need." "And her titties are still way up," he remarked. "They are not completely developed yet," she said. "No hips, as yet," he said, "and just a few hairs," pointing to my pussy. She was satisfied and he assured me that I would also be; then he arranged his camera. I watched him curiously as he put his head under the black cloth. Just then Albert came out of the dressing room; he was naked. I could not help looking at his cock, which stood straight out. Mrs. Capu*2;i laughed loudly, and said: "He is actually standing again!"
Capussi shouted: "Be quiet!"
Albert was well-built. I admired his broad chest, his muscular arms and legs, and above all, his thick cock as it stood erect from the hair'cushion surrounding it."
Capussi said: "Now we will begin," pushing a small, carpeted bench without sides into place, "first you, Melani; Albert and you— what is your name," looking at me? "Pepi," I answered.
"Well, then, Pepi—Albert, you sit in the middle; now Melani on his right and Pepi on his left," and we hurried to our places. "Now each take hold of his cock." We took hold. "Albert," said Capussi, "you must do something too—put your arms around their shoulders—no, wait a minute—"
He disappeared under the black cloth, and then called out: "DonY move, Melani look up, turn up your eyes!"
We obeyed his orders, she and I holding Albert's cock, so that only the head was visible.
"One, two, three, four, five, six—" he counted. "Donef" They
jumped up.
"A new pose," he exclaimed.
"Which one?" asked the woman.
"Lie down, Albert," Capuzzi told him. Albert laid down on the narrow bench, his feet hanging down on the sides.
"Melani—you stand over him—" putting a pillow on each side;
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she stepped on them; the bench between her knees. 1.
"Now stoop over him!" called Capussi. /
"We often have made these poses,"1 she said.
"No, not like that—you will see," he said.
She stooped over, bracing her arms; her titties hung right over Albert's face.
"Now, Albert, take the breast in your hand," said Capussi.
Albert put his hands on her breast and began playing wkh the nipple.
"He is getting me excited again!" called Mrs. Capuzsi
"Albert!" shouted the photographer, "keep your hand still, or I will get after you!"
Albert quietly held her breast in his hand, but now it was'Melani who moved about, rubbing her titties against Albert's hands.
"Now, see," said Albert, "you are playing yourself!"
"Melani!" yelled the photographer angrily.
"Well, yes—" she said, "when lam all worked up!"
"Pepi," he called to me, "now you put his cock in, but don't let go of it!"
I took Albert's staff, holding it up, with the other hand I sought Melani's opening, but she beat me to it, grabbing his cock—she put it in her cunt!
"Oh," she said, "the torture is beginning again!"
"Don't put it in so far, Melani!" called out the photographer, "I must be able to see Pepi's hand!"
"How's that?" raising her ass so that the cock went in just behind the head.
"There—that is all right!" he answered.
"But, no!" she cried, "that way he will slip out!" and she lowered herself to get further in.
"No! No! the devil—!" thundered her husband.
She drew back again. The man ran to her and gave her a rous- ing slap on her ass.
"You are fucking—you wench! But, you can't fool me!"
"That is fucking, anyway!" she hotly answered.
"As soon as you have it in—you are fucking!"
"No," he continued, in a rage, "that is position—how often have I explained that to you? That is granted, but never will I permit another man to fuck my wife."
At that time we all agreed that that must be proper. She drew back again: "I don't mind, but I think that this way would be much better!
Then again she lowered herself, and pushing his cock in again.
He was exasperated. But, finally she calmed down.
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I have laughed many times at this husband's foolish ideas.
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 Albert's cock. Poor Albert was almost crasy 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!"
Albert quietly remained on his back.
"Now, change about—Pepi on top!" ordered Capu^i.
I took Melani's place.
"Melani, now you put it in Pepi," he called.
"Shall I hold her breast?" asked Albert.
"Of course! Why do you ask?" he answered.
Albert put his hand on my titties and began playing. We smiled at each other. The photographer paid no attention to us. Mrs. Capuzzi, however, now guided his cock into my cunt. Albert and I smiled knowingly; he began to push and I bobbed up and down. She was obliged to withdraw her hand, and jealously called:
"Now, you don't say a word! They can do as they please!"
"Quiet, children!" Capusd called, and slowly counted:
"One, two, three, four, five, six! Remain quiet!"
Melani again holding Albert's cock as though trying to help.
"Done!" called Capuszi.
We now started moving again, but Melani got mad and shouted:
"Albert! Will you stop?"
"Albert, will you stop that!" thundered Capu^^i; but we ignored him and kept on with our fun.
He then tore me from my comfortable place. "That—I strictly forbid!" he told me; later you can do what you like!"
He started to prepare a new pose, as he called it. Albert had to stay on the bench, Melani, kneeling, had to take his cock into her mouth!
"Only the point!" cautioned Capussi "just for position!"
I had to stand over Albert's head, with my pussy to his lips. He began to play on my clitoris 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 his cock. She was breathing hard and anxiously watching her husband.
When he put his head under the black cloth, she took a chance,
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and put Albert's cock away into her mouth. \
Just then Capuui began to count:
"One, two, three, tour, etc—"
Albert gave my pussy a parting kiss.
When Capuzsi commanded:
"Now change about!" It was I who had to take Albert's cock in my mouth, and I did it in a way which proved to him that I was as efficient in this art as he was; he must have been convinced by the way he acted; Melani 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—trying to stand quiet—which now drew her husband's attention.
"Melani!" her husband shouted, "you might play with you titties; act as though you were trying to kiss the nipples!'1
She raised her breasts and lowered her head; taking advantage of this opportunity, she hurriedly bobbed up and down a few times; at this, Albert's tongue must have slipped, as I heard a smacking noise. Capussi also heard it and running to Albert shouted:
"I really believe you are sucking my wife off!"
"I am not!" Albert blubbered, under the great weight that was resting on him.
"I warn you not to," he said, stooping to see what was going on.
"But he is not doing anything!" Melani at once replied.
Capuz^i 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 Capussi was returning to his camera, she quickly got in a few more wiggles, which Albert returned with his tongue. But Ca- puzzi was ready before she could finish; his monotonous "one, two, three—" put an end to the pleasure that 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!" she protested, "I don't want to lick her cunt!"
"You need not do that," he replied, "you are just to hold the position."
"Well, I don't want it in my mouth," she answered.
"Well, then, let Pepi lie down," he suggested, "and you stand over her," but she would not agree to this either; she did not want to miss the opportunity of getting Albert's tail.
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"I'll tell you what," she said, "let Pepi play with my titties. That will not look so vulgar."
He finally agreed to this.
Kneeling beside her, I took both titties of hers and sucking the
nipples, did all I could to help her to a little pleasure. She could not
resist pushing several times up and down; with one jump, Capuszi
was at her side and giving her a resounding slap on the face, shouted:
"You can't stop fucking, can you?"
"You rough brute!" she sobbed; "Pepi was sucking my titties and I could not help jumping."
"Stop sucking!" he said to me. "That is only an excuse," he scolded Melani. "You are always thinking of trying to fuck Albert —I know!"
"Let me alone!" she replied, "is it any wonder a person becomes - excited and has to move when you have such a big prick shoved into you?"
"Well, well, you can wait—I will do it for you—as soon as we have finished," he said and disappeared under the cloth.
Then: "One, two, three, etc.—" and he had finished. \ "I must go now to the dark room," he said, "don't you dare do anything while I am gone or—I will kill you!" "My Lord, this is torture, every time." Albert smilingly remarked:
"I would not have any objection to going off myself!" "My dearest Albert," she whispered, "wouldn't you like to fuck me just once?"
"Oh, yes!" he said, "I gladly would—but it won't do!" "Oh, God! Oh, God!" she lamented to me, "you can't imagine howl love that boy—you can't imagine how I wish that he would fuck me—just once, even—!"
"Well, why don't you do it?" I asked, astonished. "But it won't do!" she wailed. I now suggested:
"Why don't you do it now—quick!"
"But how?" She pointed to the door through which Capuzsi had disappeared; "through that red glass he can see everything." I now noticed a small pone 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 cock in my hands, in my mouth, between my titties—in my cunt—in my ass hole—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—feel her
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titties—and her pussy—I know, as if I had fucked her sixty times— but I can't go no 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 ot him in the act."
Capussi 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 laid down again, Albert got on top, put in just the head ■of his cock; I again took her her breast; when Capu2,2;i called "Done," Albert immediately began to fuck.
"Jesus! Mary!—" Capuzsi cried and with one jerk pulled Albert off—almost throwing him down to the floor.
Albert laughed, saying:
"I surely will fuck 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!"
Capuzsi fairly foamed:
"And with such a man one is expected to work and accomplish something—no! Wait!"
Melani put her fingers into her cunt, saying:
"Well, then, get out of here," to Albert and me.
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 fuck with pleasure! I do not have to do as usual—and you have such a nice, small, cunny—now, help—but wait—give me your titties—I want to kiss 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 cocw! So long—so warm; faster! yes—yes—now! Now—squirt—now—now—now! Oh, how many more time?—Oh! I have come twice already!" After we had "fin- ished" we heard Capuzzi and his wife still at it!
"No! No!" she whispered, "don't squirt yet—not yet—I have
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not had enough yet—more—give me more!"
He murmured:
"But you would sooner have Albert, wouldn't you?w
"I wouldn't shit on Albert!" she said in plain words, "you are the only one—fuck, oh—just fuck—your mouth give me your tongue!" The rest was only a jumble of words.
Capussi asked again:
"Now, may I squirt—I can't wait any longer! Oh, your titties
—may I!—Now!"
"Yes—yes—now squirt—oh—gee—but that feels so good! There —now! Albert can play all that he likes—it will not affect me any more—Oh—but that is so sweet—!"
"Why does he tease you?" inquired Capuzsi. They both were
finished, but still talking.
"But he does not tease me," she assured him. "When he has his cock in me, or I have it in my mouth—or he has his lips at my cunt —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 was about me—she told you, herself!"
"Certainly!" I agreed. "Why haven't you fucked 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 moment!"
"And, what if he should?" I asked.
Albert sobered up and said:
"Don't you think it, he would be likely to kill the both of us;
he is stronger than I am."
"Go on," I said, doubtful.
"Wait!" said Albert—"Wait until you see him naked!"
"How?"
"Well, sometimes he has his wife photograph him."
"So? I jolly well hope that he will have me do that some day."
"Do you know?" Albert asked, "how often he fucks his wife every day?"
"No, how often?"
"At least seven or eight times a day!"
"Well, then she ought to have enough," I said.
"Yes, but it is a regular habit with her."
We were then called into the studio again. * "A new pose," said Capuszi. He was now in his undershirt and
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drawers; his face was red, lovely Melani's ears were also red. She laughed, satisfied. Her eyes shone.
"Oh, my," she said, "those two have been doing it too!"
Taking hold of Albert's limber cock, she showed it to her hus- band, then, coming closer to me, she whispered:
"Was it good?"
"Well, what shall we do now?" said Capussi, "If Albert's prick won't stand any more?"
At that he took off his clothes and I wondered at his enormous chest, all covered with hair; his muscular arms and the terrible cock which hung down from his belly; he came towards me, but Melani called:
"Halt! Nothing doing—make your pose with Albert, it would be too bad to waste another plate."
"We have already made that pose with Albert."
"But I don't want you to pose with that girl! Leave her alone," she said emphatically.
"Foolish!" he said, "If I allow you to pose with Albert, I surely should be allowed to pose with Pepi!"
"No!" she said, "you will get hot and passionate!"
"No thought of it," he defended himself. "If I should get hot, I would simply fuck you once moie."
This seemed to suit her, "but only the position," she warned.
I had to lie on the bench, spreading my legs far apart, so that he could get in between them.
"Now!" he called to his wife, as he inserted the head of his enormous cock into my cunt.
"Not so far!" Melani called. "Not so far!"
Her warning was not necessary. I could not have taken more than he had already in, even now it was quite limber from what he had in, but I soon had the pleasure of feeling it grow bigger and big- ger—filling me completely! This was the consequence of the so-called position.
"Done!" called Mrs. Capu^i.
He released me and began making another pose; he sat on a stool, had me sit on his lap, with my back towards him; I was facing the apparatus. Reaching under through my arms, he put his hands on my titties—putting his cock into my opening!
I could not resist moving up and down, but he whispered: "Not now!"
"Done!" called his wife from behind the apparatus. We were making another pose, but as it was necessary to use Albert, who was unable to raise another hard-on, after so many rough trials—it had to be postponed until some future time.
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Capusd engaged me to be on hand two days later.
Then he paid me ten guldens and dismissed me for the time being.
I went towards town; at the crossroads I met my friend Zenzi. Together we went to the dark house on Lantern Street. I was anxious to show her the money that I had just earned and to tell her of my experience at the photographers'. My description of the differ* ent poses caused her to get excited.
"Well, of all the things—" she said, dropping onto the couch, "from your talk I am all 'worked up!' If I could only fuck right now!"
I was of the same mind. I crawled beside her on the couch; she lay there, her eyes shining and her titties trembling. She was entirely different from the way I had hitherto seen her at home; not at all the same, meek Zensi. For some time we played with each other's titties, and then as I was all ready to get on top of her, she pushed me away, saying: "Oh, that is no good!"
She called to the kitchen: "Mrs. Bock, is Karl there?"
The old lady opened the door and said: "Yes, he is here—what do you want of him?"
"Just call him," said Zensi.
"But what do you want?" she inquired.
"Don't ask any questions," said Zenzi in a rough tone; I had never heard her talk like this before. I was beginning to learn her true character. The old lady disappeared.
"Who is Karl?" I asked her.
"He is the old woman's grandson," Zensi informed me, taking something from her pocket, she again laid down on the couch.
"And what do you want of him?" I asked.
"I want him to fuck me," she nervously answered.
The door opened and a boy of about seventeen years old, en* tered. He was good-looking, a trifle pale, with sharp features.
"Hello Karl! Here is a gulden—I want you to screw me.
He leisurely walked to the couch, took the gulden, examined it, then put it in his pocket, and then began playing with her titties.
"Don't stand there like a dummy!" she said.
He unbuttoned his trousers; Zen^i winked at him.
"Look at that cock! Did you ever, see anything like that before?" I sat up to get a better look, and, God—be my witness—I had never seen anything like it. It reached beyond his navel; the head itself was as big as most cocks that I had seen!
"Well?" asked Zend, "isn't that worth a gulden?"
Karl threw himself on top of her.
"In God's name," he said.
Zensi moved around under him and said: "Well—come on!"
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"Oh, put it in yourself," he grumbled.
Zenzi immediately put it in, beginning to wiggle and calling:
"My dear Karl, oh, fuck me good—not so fast—!" Oh, I am coming—my dear Karl—I like you—I would like to be with you in bed fucking—always. Oh, you dearest thing!"
"To hell with you!" he hissed, keeping up his regular motion.
"Then why do you fuck me?" she asked.
"Because you pay me—I would fuck my grandmother if she gave me a gulden—" he answered.
Zenzi worked with all her might. I got passionate looking at them, then I began to wonder whether I had better not give him a gulden to, but decided not to.
When he had finished, he wanted to go.
"Stay here!" begged Zenzi.
"Let me go!" he answered her roughly.
"Why don't you want to stay with me a while?"
"Because I am sick of your ways—good bye!" he answered.
Zenzi grabbed a glass and hurled it after him, shouting: "You miserable cur!" The glass struck the door and fell to pieces.
Zenzi cried: "He is the only one that I love-—the rowdy—I will never let him fuck me again!"
Astonished, I asked. "But how about Franz.
"Oh, please, don't mention his name!"
"Oh, but you must like Franz as you do all that he wants you to do for him?"
"Oh, with Franz it is different—he is old enough to be my father.
"Yes, but you tell Franz that he does it best of all," I said.
"What don't one say when you have a cock stuck into you—what haven't I heard you tell your father when he was on top of you.
I said: "That is true!"
"I have been with Franz eight years," she said.
"Why, you are only fifteen now," I replied.
"Yes, that is just it—my mother was his sweetheart and when she died of consumption, I was left and he took me with him."
"As his sweetheart?" I asked.
"No; at first I slept on the floor in his room. I was thankful because I was afraid of the Orphan Asylum."
"But why?"
"I don't know; mother was always crying while she was in the hospital—If I die, my poor child will have to go to the Orphan Asylum."
"Where did you stay while your mother was in the hospital?"
"With Franz; mother lived with him before she got sick.
"And your father?" ; "I don't remember him. I was only two years old when he died."
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Continuing her story, she said: "Franz promised mother on her death bed that he would always look after me. So, for several months I slept on the floor. Finally he told me to get into bed with him, saying: "It is not necessary for you to sleep on the floor any more."
"When I got into bed with him, he raised my shirt and played with my pussy, fondling me all over." *
"Did you like that?'"I asked.
"Oh, yes! You know that he did it so nice that I liked it. I knew what it meant. I had often heard him arid my mother doing the same thing during the night. The first night he did nothing but fondle me. The next night he had me play with his cock! At that time he told me: "Zenzi, now you are my sweetheart, but you must not tell any- body; I will always take good care of you. I was pleased at this; I felt proud that I already had a sweetheart Moreover, I was afraid to sleep on the floor alone, after mother was gone, but I was not afraid any more when I slept with him. I would have done anything that he wanted me to do anyway."
"Even if it were distasteful?" I asked.
"I was afraid that he would throw me out and that the police would take me to the Orphan Asylum.
"Of course," I said, "it is far better to have a nice warm bed to sleep in, and a nice warm cock in your hand!"
"Or in your belly—ha, ha, ha!" said Zenzi.
"Well, I don't think that you got 'it' in your belly right away?"
"No, not right away; Franz put his cock in my hand, saying: "This is what a man puts into a woman's cunt!"
"In where, did you say?" I asked.
"In there—! he said, and showed me where the heavenly 'carpenter" had placed my opening."
"He was certainly a good teacher!" I said.
"Oh, yes," she answered, "he was a good teacher!"
"These are the testicles; and from here you squirt into the wc man's belly and from that she gets a child!"
I said: "I was not so enlightened at first, but learned it all later."
Zenzi continued: "After he had explained to me all about fucking, he got -on top of me and screwed me; that is, he rubbed it on the outside, explaining that he could not get it in until I had grown a little older; he just wanted to show me how it was done."
"And from that he went off, himself?" I asked. -
"Oh, no! He only went off when he did it from behind!"
"In your rectum; I know."
"In your rectum?" asked Zenzi. "But it can't be done that way?"
"It can't, eh? Three years ago Mr. Horak fucked me in my ass hole and went off three times in there, too, because I was so small that / he could not get it in there in front; I mean in my cunt!"
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"But, didn't that hurt you terribly?"
"Oh, yes, at first; but after it was all in, it didn't hurt any more!"
"Too bad; I must try it sometime," said Zenzi.
"But that is not necessary now; you can take it in front," I said.
"At that time Franz; only pushed it between my thighs."
"Oh, I know, you squeeze your thighs together and he pushed through them between your ass cheeks.; is that it?"
"Yes, yes, just so!"
"And then, did he squirt?"
"Yes, and also when I took his cock in my mouth!"
"And did you swallow it?"
"Sometimes; you always swallow a little."
"And did he do the same thing to your cunny?"
"Sometimes—licking and sucking my pussy, saying: T am doing this so you will have a little pleasure, too1!"
"And how did you feel?"
"I was all done up; it felt so good!"
"See my breasts—how big they are? Well, Franz; says that that is the result of so much fucking when I was only nine years old.
"And did anybody else fuck you, besides Franz?"
"Oh, yes; Franz; told me that if anybody touched me or coaxed me, I should just be careful so no harm would come to me, and to be sure that nobody saw me.
"Why did he let my father fuck you?"
""That is simple; since that time we have not paid any room or board."
"Well, let that rest," I said. "Tell me more of your story. Did you earn any money at that time?"
"Oh, yes," she said, "first the storekeeper on the corner. The first time he gave me only a few pennies.
"Oh you know—did he do anything to you?"
"He was standing in front of the store as I passed him. I smiled at him and he called me in the store. He took me into the storeroom, and said that he was going to give me some pennies or figs" or some thing like that. When we were in the storeroom, he said: 'You have a little fig I know that I would like' (meaning my pussy, of course)."
"He said to let him see the fig that I had between my legs. He said that if I would do that he would give me as many figs as I wanted. I thought of Franz;, and said: I don't need any figs. I want some- thing else." "What?" he asked: And I answered "Money!" "All right," he answered. Then he lifted my shirt and played around my pussy; then he took out his cock, pushed' it between my legs and rubbed it against my belly, until he went off. Then he gave me thirty kreutsers and told me that I must tell no one. I gave the money to Franz;.
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"Who else did you have?"
"My teacher; when I was in the fourth grade. There was a girl in our class; she had big titties; the teacher always used to feel them, and I can tell you that she was very proud of it, too. "Go on," I said.
Once while he was holding her in front and back, she could not get up on the bar, so he told her that she would have to stay and do it after the class was dismissed. I stayed also, to see what would happen; I surmised what it would be. I waited outside until he came out, in about a half hour, I walked with her and questioned her.
"Why does the teacher always feel of your titties and your behind?"
"Then she began to talk: "The teacher has—but .you must not tell," she continued, "the teacher has a long stopper between his legs." "Well, did he show you it?" I asked her.
"Yes. Then she told me that he put it between her legs and rubbed it between her titties; he promised her a lot of pennies," and then a lot of white water came out of it."
"So I explained everything to her; she got wise. She said that she didn't care what that thing was called—if he would only not make her study any more, and that she would let him fuck her as often as he liked."
"Well, and you asked?"
"I thought that I might make use of that too; I already had titties, of course; they were still small. The next time that he wanted to help me, taking hold of my arm, I said: 'Please teacher, I am so ticklish.' So he took hold of my breast. He looked at me strangely, and I smiled. Then he said: You will stay after school."
"When all the others had gone, I remained in the dark cloak room. He came in and putting his hands on both my titties, asked: 'Do you like gymnasium work?1 'Yes, teacher,1 I said."
He put his hand under my dress, holding my pussy, and said: "And what does that belong to?"
"I acted ignorant, and said: T don't know.' " "He then put his hand into his trousers; I took hold of his cock, which was stiff and randy. He asked: What is that?' I told him: That is the teacher's cock!' He questioned me further. kAnd what is it used for?' To piss and to fuck with!' I answered. At that he almost went crazy. He said: 'Do you want some pennies?' I said 'Yes. But I want something else besides pennies.1 'What?' he asked. l?ome real money!' I said. 'Real money?' 'Yes,' I said, laughing.
"But what for?" he said, taking his hands off me; but I raised my dress way up—so that he could see everything.
"Then I actually said: 'What for—so that the teacher can fuck me and I will not betray him!' He started right in! He tried to get
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it in—but he couldn't I was too small! I took it in my mouth then and he gave me fifty kreutzers."
"How did you happen to come to the city?" I asked her.
"I came with Franz;."
"And I am here, too!"
"Yes; Franz always said: Tepi could make lots of money."
"How much have you made today?" "Wait! Two gulden in the hallway; five gulden with the old man and ten gulden now. But father will look surprised when I bring all this money home!"
"You don't intend to give it all up, do you?"
"No? Why not?"
"You need some money for yourself. If you have it, you won't have to ask for it, and if you want to buy yourself something, you always can."
• "Yes, and then father will know at once that I held out on him!"
"You fool—if he sees it, tell him that it is a present, that is the best excuse; always be loving to him and then you can do anything that you like."
"Aha! So that is why you act so loving to Franz?"
Certainly! To keep him in a good humor, so that he lets me do as I like."
We dressed and decided to go home, although it was barely dark.
It is impossible to relate all my adventures during the year that I have been a whore! These adventures of my childhood, however, no matter how varied they were—they are still fresh in my memory as I relate them in my story. I must say that these memories of my child - hood, all relating to sexual mattery, hardly seem like the adventures of a child.
When you stop to think, that there are 365 days in the year, and not figuring exactly, I have had intercourse with at least three and four men each day—that means eleven hundred men in a year! In thirty years, the time that I have followed my career, that would mean thirty-three thousand men—a good-sized army!
You would hardly expect or wish me to give an account of each one of these cocks which I have "served"; moreover, it is not neces- sary for myself or for those who will read these adventures after my death.
The adventures in my late years, I am sure, would not be as interesting, or teach the lessons that I want to betray, from the adven- tures of my childhood.
Taking everything into consideration—love is a foolish nonsense. The woman likes her "tail"—the man likes his fucking—he lies on top and she lies underneath or vice versa—they do the pushing— while we are being pushed—that is the only difference.
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