Felix Salten - The Memoirs of Josephine Mutzenbacher

“You know,” he stuttered, “if the new teacher should begin to play with you”-he began to drum on my twig-“If he should really try anything like this"-he tried to get his finger in my 'opening'- “don't you let him!” “No, father, no-but now-stop!” And I closed my legs together. With a quick jerk, I freed myself. “Well, well, that's all right,” he said. I still had no idea of anything wrong. I was only afraid of myself. His actions made me so passionate that I wanted to be poked. The longing for a shaft became so great that I could hardly control myself. But I was afraid that he would kill me if I made the wrong move. I thought that he was only trying me out to see if I would resist temptation. But a few nights later, when I awoke from a sound sleep, he lay close beside me. He was carefully playing with my nipples until they were hard and standing out I acted as though I were asleep. I was filled with curiosity, anxious to see what he wanted. I remained perfectly quiet. He took my left nipple and began to loss and lick it. Unwittingly I began to tremble-more with passion than curiosity. He again started to lick and suck. Then he began fooling with both titties. Every time that I trembled he stopped. I thought that he was trying to find out if I was awake, but I pretended to sleep harder than ever. Suddenly he lifted the bed covers and raised my nightshirt. My heart beat loudly. I was afraid and very passionate but still I believed that he was subjecting me to a new test It was such an unheard of performance that I was beside myself with excitement. He sat up and slowly spread my feet apart. I let him proceed without resistance, but, as he put his hand on my slit I began to tremble, so he stopped again. I now began to snore, acting as thought I were not aware of these actions. He got between my legs, bracing himself on his elbows. He slowly rubbed his shaft against my slit. I could not resist that, but, as I began working up and down, I continued snoring and acting as thought I were performing the act in my sleep. Father held his lance up against my lips barely getting the head in. By now I was so excited that I was nearly crazy. But his action caused him to go oft, suddenly wetting my hair and belly with his discharge. I was left frustrated.

I was now convinced of what he wanted, and I was delighted I must admit, painful as the recollection of the incident is to me now. I thought so little of it at the time as not to wonder if it was right or wrong. I knew that it pleased me and I felt that I was now grown-up and did not have to fear my father any more. I was independent.

The following night I did not fall asleep, but made believe that I was asleep. As I expected, father came in. He looked to see if I was asleep and, satisfied from my regular breathing that I was, he undressed. Raising the bedcovers, he got into my bed and, lying by my side, carefully covered both of us. He then lay close to me and suddenly raising my nightshirt-I felt his shift stiffen-pressed against my naked thigh. Edging my gown higher and higher until it was around my neck, he began playing with my titties. This aroused my passion. I was afraid that he was going to play around the outside again, and that I thus would be cheated out of my share of the pleasure. Still I did not dare to make any advances. Sliding his hands down, he parted my legs. This was easy, for I had partly spread them already. Then he touched me with his fingers, and I did not resist. Instead I began to help him. I knew that from the night before he thought that I was asleep. My movements got him so excited that he immediately got on top of me and when, he started poking around my well with his lance, I got so passionate that I could not resist. I kept moving around in order to get it inside me.

Whether he thought that I was asleep or completely forgot himself, I do not know. But he also began to work and, with one quick push, he got it in as far as it would go! The sensation was so delicious, that I unthinkingly said: “Oh!” Father now lay quiet, his shaft still sticking in me. I knew that I had nothing to fear, and, acting as thought just awakening, I said: “Father! What are you doing?” At the same time I slowly ground my hips in a sensuous circle around his delicious shaft. He was frightened, but did not leave me.

“Father!” I whispered again, still writhing. “For goodness sake, what are you doing?” He did not answer. “Stop, Father! Stop! What are you doing?” And, as I spoke, I began to writhe more vigorously. “Nothing!” he whispered, “Nothing! I was asleep!”

“But, father, what are you doing to me?” “I did not know it was you!” he said, as an excuse. “Yes, father it is! It is I!” I cried, each time giving a harder push. He said nothing. “Why!” I continued. “Father, you are poking me!” And I put my arms around him.

He caught my breast, and, without further words, started to work with furious strokes. Holding him tight, I whispered in his ear:

“This is a sin-father! I am afraid-but oh! father-I love you-faster-faster-faster! There-that is good! But I am afraid-oh, father-!” “That's all right,” he answered. “Nobody knows it, and nobody will find out.” “No,” I said. “No-I won't say anything!” He pushed hard. “That is right. You are a nice daughter!” I asked: “Father is it good for you too-?” “Yes! Yes!” And he again put his mouth on one of my titties. “Whenever you want to, father-” I whispered. “You can poke me all that you want-!” “Keep quiet!” “Father-I am 'coming'. Faster-faster-oh, now!” I was happy. I had waited so long, and now I was satisfied. “Father, are you 'coming' too-?” “Yes, now. Now!-Pepi!-Now-Oh! But that feels good!” We both “went off” together; then, in each other's arms, we went to sleep. The next day father was very shy. He talked in low tones, never looking at me. I went out and waited for the evening. As we went to bed, I crawled over him. Placing his hand on my naked titties, I whispered: “Father, are you angry at me?” “No,” he answered, “I am not angry.” “You did not speak to me today.”

“I have been thinking,” he remarked. “What about, father?”

“Well, I think,” he answered, stroking my titties, “that if the teacher could do this, then it is all right for me.” I reached down, took hold of his shaft, which immediately stood like a soldier at command. It occurred to me that I was created from inside this same shaft. “Father, if you would like to have me again, I will let you,” I said. “In God's name,” he gasped. I then got on top of him and began riding him. He held my breasts. We soon finished another “turn.” My father now was very friendly. During the day, every time that he came near me, he patted my titties, and I, in returned pinched him in “front” He talked about his business, the running of the house, money matters, etc. He bought me new clothes-in fact everything that I could wish for, and even allowed me to keep the rent from our roomer and I felt quite grown-up and very important.

I once asked him: “Father, do you remember what else the teacher had me to do for him?” “No, what was it?” “Shall I show you?” “Yes, I am curious to know.” I put my head down, took out his shaft-which was now limber-and began to suck on it. “Is that good?” I asked. “Yes, that is very blissful and good! Keep it up!” “Father,” I lied, “the teacher did something else to me too.” “Do you want me to do that, too-?” he asked. I nodded.

He threw me across the bed, burying his face between my thighs. He then began to suck-my own father-so vigorously that I almost lost my breath! I was immensely satisfied. About this time we changed roomers. The new one was a waiter in a small restaurant. His name was Rudolph. He was a slender fellow with a yellow, sallow complexion and dark eyes. Although about thirty-six, he had only a few hairs on his lips-a poor excuse for a moustache. I disliked him. After the first few days, he tried to feel my breasts. He eyed me with scorn then, holding me, began pressing my titties. Enraged, I struck at him and kicked him until he had to let me go. “Well,” he replied nastily, “I suppose that only a teacher can touch the young lady?”