Felix Salten - The Memoirs of Josephine Mutzenbacher

“Don't do it-I beg of you not to do it.” Then suddenly she laughed, saying: “Why-you can't even find your way in-wait! I will help you!” Soon I heard her sigh-he had found the “opening.” In an instant everything was changed. She trembled from head to foot and spread her legs way apart. He put his arms around her, saying: “Dear, we do it so!” I saw his every movement and he was now poking her with all his might and pleasure. I was at a loss about what to do-whether to watch them or to run into the cellar and look for Mr. Horak. But fearing that they might hear me, I remained where I was.

Mother now began to work with Mr. Eckhard. He said to her: “Oh, but you do it wonderfully! Such a warm, small 'kitten'-such wonderful work-I could hold back forever-just always leave it in-!”

Mother was breathing hard and fast, and finally she began to talk: “Mary-Joseph-you hurt! Such a big thick shaft. And so sweet!-Oh, but that is different from what I have had. Go on-faster-faster, please-I feel it away up in my titties-oh, poke hard-I am coming right away!” “Just take your time,” said Mr. Eckhard, “I won't go yet!”

“Oh, but this is different from what I have had-oh, but that is good-! I have never experienced anything like it, when you don't have to hurry!” she whispered. “My husband would have been through long ago; oh, that is so good-now, put it way in-keep on-my husband could never do it like this-!” “You wouldn't want me to take it out right now, would you?” said Eckhard, withdrawing it slightly.

Mother screamed softly, holding him tight as she again put it in. She said: “Oh, goodness! I am coming-I am coming-for goodness sake, don't take it out now, please-” He just bounced up and down: “So, now you'll let me, but at first you fought against me?” “Oh, goodness! Had I only known how good this is-and such wonderful tool and how you can poke-! Now-now-!” She started crying, laughing and smacking her lips, gasping for breath. He kept right on. She said: “I went off!” “It makes no difference, you can 'come' again,” said he, continuing his movements. “Oh-I am really coining again!-Oh! My husband could never do that-oh, I am dying-I feel your shaft way up in my mouth now-I beg of you -take my titties-play with them-! There-there -keep right on poking, please-”

He exerted himself still more, whispering, “Now I can play with the titties? Now you are not yelling 'I am a good woman,' with my poke in your hole all such nonsense ceases.” She answered, pleased: “Yes-yes-just leave it in there-I am coming again-! I don't care if anyone does come-I don't care if I get a child with you!” He was now working like mad, holding her legs way up. I heard a rattle in his throat which I well knew. He said: “Now! Now, I am going to squirt!”

“Go on! Squirt!” She trembled with pleasure, as she received the discharge. Then she began to giggle: “Oh, my, I am coming with you-I will surely have a baby, but I don't care. When my husband goes off he lays perfectly quiet, but you keep working! Oh, how heavenly! If my husband really goes off twice, it sure is his limit!” Then they both lay quiet. It was over! Finally they sat up, mother sitting there with her hair down and her dress all mussed up. She held her hands before her face, smiling at him through her fingers.

Pulling her hands away, he said: “Now everything is all right?”

“Such a shaft-such a shaft!” she said, as she held it with both hands, admiring it. “I feel as though it was inside of me yet!”

Then she stooped and took it all in her mouth. As if by magic, it stood up again, hard and stiff as ever. Mr. Eckhard took it out of her mouth and said: “Come, let us do it again!” “No-no, could you really do it once more-?” “That is nothing; five times more if nobody comes in,” he said. “Oh, let us hope that nobody comes,” cried mother. “I don't know; I think that I must be crazy. I can't stand it!” “I think,” said he, “for fear that someone might come and surprise us, we won't lie down; we will sit here.” So, as he seated himself on a chair, his big staff standing up stiff and hard, mother carefully straddled him and with her hands quickly guided his saber into place. Soon she was jumping up and down like a “jumping-jack.” “Oh, my goodness! This is much better!” she said, “I can feel it tickling my heart!” He muttered: “You see, if you had not always been too proud, you could have done this a long time ago.” Mother said: “Hold my breasts-hold me all over! I have been married fifteen years but I have never been poked like this-! My husband does not deserve a true woman.” He was now kissing first one nipple and then the other. “I am coming-always coming-every minute Nature asserts itself-oh, you good man! How wonderful you do it! I-am coming again-again-!” I soon heard the familiar rattle in his throat. In one last effort he raised her way up, holding onto her titties, but she noticed nothing. Lying quietly against him, she received his discharge. I saw her whole body trembling. Then for a long time she lay there as dead. They finally got up and suddenly mother knelt in front of him. Taking his shaft, she began to suck and lick it like a woman gone mad. He then remarked: “Well, shall we enjoy this often?” as she stepped away. Then she said: “I am always alone in the morning, you know.” He shook his head, saying: “But I must go to work in the morning!” She immediately replied: “Then I will come to you at night when my husband is in the saloon.”

“And what of the children?” “Oh, don't mind them; they sleep.” He must have thought of me as he answered: “Don't be too sure about the children sleeping.” “Oh, no,” she insisted, “they won't hear anything. Doesn't my husband always poke me when they sleep and they don't hear anything?” “Well, I am willing.” All this time, she was playing with his tool in her mouth, only stopping to speak. Just then he said: “Now let me have one more-quick-before somebody comes!” She sprang up, saying: “For goodness sake-is it possible? Then hurry up, I am coming only once this time.” Throwing herself on the bed, she raised her dress. But he said: “No, turn around!” He stood her in front of the bed, made her stoop over until her head rested on the bedspread, then, raising her dress, he pushed his weapon into her from behind. I heard another gurgle, then sighing, she whispered: “I am coming already! Oh, please-come with me now-now!” He then withdrew, sat down on a chair and wiped the perspiration from his forehead. She got a basin filled with water, squatted down over it and washed her “kitten.” When she finished, she went to him and begged him to kiss the nipples once more. He did so eagerly. Then she buttoned up her waist, saying: “Perhaps I can come to you tonight.” “I shall be glad to have you,” he replied. Suddenly she asked him: “And now, what about the little wench that you poked six times?” never dreaming that she was talking about me. He answered: “What about her?”

“Are you going to poke her after this?” Eckhard smiled: “You are jealous?” “Yes!” she said, “I want you to poke me-only me!”

“But you let others poke you?” Mother was astonished: I? Who do you mean?” “Well, you let your husband poke you, don't you?”

“Oh, him? I shall never let him again!” “Impossible! He will want it sometimes.” “Well,” she hesitated, “he can only do it every two or three weeks; that, I am sure, will not annoy you; he just gets in a little ways, two or three jerks and he is through.”

“Well, then, I will only poke my girl every two or three weeks, and I won't put it all the way in, so, we are even.” “I beg of you; you might get caught and you will surely be arrested.” He laughed, saying: “No, no, they won't catch me, and you will certainly get your share even if I do poke my girl occasionally.” “You had better get out now,” mother told him. “It is almost noon and somebody is liable to come.” She hugged him once more, he, putting both hands on her titties. Feeling of his pants, she kissed him and he came out of the room. When he spied me, he was so shocked that he could not speak. I grinned at him knowingly. He came to me and whispered: “Did you see everything?” When I simply smiled, he quickly put his hand under my dress, felt of my slit and then said: “You won't tell anybody, will you?” I shook my head and he stopped, fearing that mother might come out. After that, several times I heard them having “their fun” together at night, and once I spied them in the afternoon. After that, however, I did not allow Mr. Eckhard to poke me again. I don't know why, but I just wouldn't.