Felix Salten - The Memoirs of Josephine Mutzenbacher

“And John?” “He is in Simmering.” “Then let us go upstairs.” He blushed, saying: “I will come at once!”

He was a small man, clean-shaved and wrinkled face with a long crooked nose. I found him absolutely homely, but I wanted to see the long lance. We went to the waiter's room, containing four iron beds. He soon appeared, but, upon seeing me, hesitated. Melani threw herself on the bed, calling to him: “Come, Leopold. Poke me.”

“Perhaps,” he said to me, “the young lady might like a little poking too?” Then he knelt down, raised Melani's dress and buried his face in her lap. I sat at their head and saw how she turned her eyes. “Wait!” I said. “I will do something for you too!” I opened her dress and began to play with her titties. They were as large as Clementina's, but not so flabby. They were hard and stood out like two pumpkins, with little, rosy-red nipples. I fondled them with my hands, then kissed and sucked the nipples. She cried out and jumped about like mad under Leopold's manipulations. “I can't stand it!-Oh, goodness!-How good that is!-Keep on sucking!-Lord, if I could only do something!-I would like to suck yours, Pepi! -Why not?-I would like to do to you what Leopold is doing to me-oh-oh-!” She cried so loud that I became frightened and stopped, saying: “Someone might hear!” Leopold stopped lapping her, saying: “Not a soul can hear us in here. She soon will scream some more-“ And he got on top of her. She called out: “Now look at his lance!” I stooped over to see it. He raised himself so that I could observe it in all its splendor. It was the longest that I have ever seen, and curved like an extra large sausage. Astonished, I could not resist taking hold of it.

I put the head into my mouth. Leopold played with Melani's titties, so she did not notice what I was doing down below. He jerked so hard that he almost broke my jaws apart. I played around the head with my tongue, rubbing the other part with my hand. I wondered how long it really was. Melani interrupted, saying: “Now let him poke me, Pepi.” I had to let go. Enviously I looked on at her grotto, at her big, white thighs, spread wide apart, at her mound glistening with moisture. Every time that she drew back, a drop of white fluid appeared, hanging to her black hair like so many pearls. “Pepi! Pepi!” she called. “Now watch it go all the way in! If you don't believe it, then watch!” I could not see, but, feeling with my hand, I felt the long lance slowly, completely disappear inside of her. She gave one long yell. Then, catching Leopold tightly and gasping for breath, she said: “Only with Leopold do I have to yell, because with him I have to 'come' all the time!” Leopold poked like a machine. Raising up high, he quickly pushed away in again, Melani raising and lowering her hips with his movements. I crawled up and sat on a pillow. He pressed her titties, taking both nipples in his mouth. He licked and sucked. I raised my dress, anxious to get into the game too, and Melani noticing this called: “Suck her off, too!” Leopold then turned his face and began tickling me with his tongue. I trembled with pleasure as I laid back on the bed. He was an artist! He could make his tongue as stiff as his spear, which he slid in and out in the same time as he slid his sword into Melani's scabbard. I was beside myself with pleasure. We kept this up until finally we all three 'went off' together. Leopold disappeared immediately. Melani and I also got up, arranged our clothes and left the waiter's room. The next morning, after this eventful day, I went to church for confession. The priest asked me: “So you have had intercourse with men-many men?” “Yes,” I answered. “You let them poke you?” “Yes.” “You took the male organs in your mouth?” “Yes.” “You have played with them in your hands?”

“Yes.” “Have you done anything else?” “Yes.” “What was it?” “I let them stick into me from behind.”

“Backwards?” “Yes.” “Not in the back?” “Yes, your Reverence.” “You forgot that-” “Your Reverence did not ask me.” “Did you do anything else?” “Yes.” “What else?”

“I let them suck and lap my grotto.” “That you need not confess; that is not sin,” he said in a stern voice. “Your Reverence,” I replied, “I did not mean you. It was someone else.”

In harsh tones, he said: “But you told me that no one ever sucked you off.” “No, but this happened yesterday with someone else.

“Who?” He was astonished. “Leopold.” “Who is he?”

“The cashier at Melani's.” “How did it happen?” I confessed all. He shook his head, saying: “Did you do anything else? Perhaps with female organs?” “Yes, I played with Melani's titties and did many other things.” “And with your titties then you committed that blood sin?” I did not know what he meant, so I answered “yes,” fearing otherwise to anger him. He commanded me to repeat the Lord's prayer many times, also other prayers as a penance. Then he asked me if I repented for my sins. I answered in the affirmative. Then he solemnly said: “Go now, and sin no more. Your sins are forgiven. But should you sin again, come to me, and I will cleanse your soul. But, should you ever breathe a word of this, your soul will be lost forever. You will be condemned to hell, where Satan will roast you on glowing coals for all eternity.” I left him with a light heart. But in school, I noticed that the teacher was eyeing me in a queer manner for several weeks.

I was afraid of this teacher. I felt that he meant me harm. As he would walk up and down the aisle, talking to the class, he always stopped at my seat, patting my hair and rubbing his hand on my back. I was choked and shocked every time that he did this, but I felt quite flattered at these friendly overtures and smiled at him when he walked away. At times he would ask me questions and I had to write them on the blackboard, which was in back. of his desk. Then he would turn around and, as I wrote, he would have me stand between his knees. Since his desk was between us and the other children, they could not see what was going on behind it. He now would take my hand, and, quite accidentally so I thought-place it at the opening of his pants saying: “I am sure that you have studied your lessons well.” At the same time, looking at me, he pressed my hand against him so hard that I could feel the stiff shaft standing erect in his pants. One day, he released my hand, as usual; but, when I did not withdraw it, he again looked at me. I now was getting excited and felt quite proud that he had chosen me. As my passions arose, I courageously closed my hand, firmly clasping his appendage. He began a long speech to the class, to keep their attention from us. Then he unbuttoned the flap of his pants and his naked device popped out. It was bent and very thick and burning hot. As we looked at each other, I slowly began to rub him up and down. My movements were slow and gentle, so as not to draw the attention of the other children. He became pale, and with one quick move, which nobody noticed, he put his hand under my dress. I now spread my feet apart and stepped nearer to him, pushing out my hips so as to give him better access. He easily found my twig, which he began to tickle, making chills and fever run up and down my spine. Gazing into each other's eyes, we stood as he continued his dictation to the class; at last he stopped and sent me to my seat. Then he called Miss Ferndinger. She stepped on the platform. I watched from my seat as she stood between his knees. I saw that she immediately began to play with him, as I had done; I also saw him slip his hand under her dress.

She got very red in the face as he fingered her slit. But, evidently, she failed to satisfy him. Soon after he again called me, saying; “Bring your writing material with you. You can write up here.”