Felix Salten - The Memoirs of Josephine Mutzenbacher

We fell asleep; woke up; fell asleep again, woke up again, anxiously waiting for Rudolph to come home, hoping that father could talk to him. I About three o'clock we heard the door open. “Now he has come,” father said, thinking that I must be awake-which I was.

Rudolph undressed; we heard him fussing about. “Shall I go to him?” asked father. “Yes, try it,” I suggested. Before Father could get out of bed, Rudolph came in. It was dark and we could not see him, but we heard him inquire: “Are you asleep, neighbors?”

“No, no,” father anxiously replied. “I am awake, Mr. Rudolph.”

Without further talk, Rudolph called: “Let Pepi come out to me!” “What do you want?” father asked, sitting up in bed.

Rudolph slowly repeated: “Let Pepi come out to me.” Then, in a threatening tone he added: “Of course you have no objections-”

Father understood and did not answer. Rudolph waited at the door. Finally father whispered: “Well-go, Pepi. We can do nothing else,” he said, down-hearted. I sprang out of bed and ran to the door. “Come to bed,” Rudolph said. We both got in. “So- he whispered, hugging me tight “Now you remain here for half an hour, then go back and tell him that I poked you!” “But aren't you going to poke me?” “No,” he answered. “I just poked my sweetheart twice; I can't do it anymore.” “Nevertheless,” I said, taking hold of his limber shaft, “I am sure that it will go.” “Do you want to?” he said, taking one of my breasts. “I would like to,” I replied.

“I am afraid that I can't, but will try it. Wait-I will show you a way that you will enjoy also.” He had me get on top of him, my head so positioned so that I could take his shaft in my mouth. At the same time he played in my grotto with his tongue. This was something new for me, and I found it exceedingly pleasant. While I played with his shaft in my mouth, he sucked me off, so, I went “off” every few minutes. I was glad to hold his device in my mouth. It hindered my crying out, which I could not help from doing-the feeling was so heavenly! I was glad for father's sake that I could keep quiet. When he finally “went off,” he lifted me so high that I almost fell out of the bed. When it was all over, he said: “Now, go back.” I was afraid. I told Rudolph so. “I am afraid.” “Nonsense!” he said, “if he wants anything, let him come to me. Just tell him that he had sent you himself.” I crept back to our room. Father did not snore. As I got into bed, he asked: “Well, what was it?”

“Nothing,” I whispered. “Nothing? What did he want with you?” “You know, father,” I answered. “Did he poke you?” he angrily asked. “Yes-but you sent me out there!” “He poked you?” “I couldn't help it.” I tried to quiet him. “Come here at once!” he commanded. “Oh, what are you going to do, father?”

He pulled me over onto the bed, spread my legs apart, getting between them. I reached for his shaft, which had never seemed so hard before. “Never mind, father,” I said, “you may do it to me as often as you like. I will never let that scoundrel do it to me again!”

“Shut up, you whore!” he said, and pushed into me a far as his throbbing lance would go. “You are nothing but a whore-and now he poked you too-he too-and did he put it in your mouth, too?” “I am 'coming' father-I am 'coming'-oh!” “I want to know, did he put it in your mouth?” “Yes, father, he did everything!” I told him what he wanted to hear. “He did everything-he put it all over me-he 'sucked me off also-oh, I am 'coming'-faster-faster-!” “And did you 'go off' with him?” “Yes,” I answered. I was embarrassed no more. “Yes, I went off several times!” I had hardly uttered these words when he sent an awful discharge against my womb. Exhausted, we both fell asleep. The next morning nothing was said. Several days passed. Father and Rudolph had not spoken during all this time. Then, one evening we had just finished our supper and father sat smoking his pipe. Rudolph came in. “Good evening, neighbor,” he cheerfully grunted to father, placing two bottles of wine on the table. “Shall we have some wine together?” Father liked wine, so he smiled, saying: “I don't mind.” Rudolph went on, very friendly: “I hope that we are not enemies? What say you-?' “No!” laughed father. “Not enemies. On account of Pepi, you mean-?” “Neighbor, you are a fine fellow-let us be merry. From today on, I am your friend. Let us make an evening of it-are you willing?” “Agreed,” said father, and I began to think that they were both going to poke me. But, Rudolph relieved my mind saying: “Neighbor, you will not object if I invite my sweetheart to be present?” “What sweetheart?” inquired father, astonished. “She is waiting out in the hall,” Rudolph said. “I beg of you to have her come in!” Rudolph and father called us. As we came to them, Rudolph wanted to put his hand on me.

“No,” mumbled father, “I will poke my daughter -my daughter does not have to poke strangers in whom she has no concern.” This angered Rudolph, but Zenzi sat down on his lap and busied herself with his shaft. I did the same to my father. Soon we were all at it. Father reached for Zenzi s pointed breasts, while Rudolph did the same to me. That night we all slept in the two beds in our room. Zenzi and I could not sleep, but the two men snored. After a while, Zenzi asked me: “Do you feel that you would like another poke?” “Yes,” I answered. “But it is impossible to wake them.” That makes no difference,” she said, and laughed. “When he is drunk-I poke him anyway!” She took his shaft in her mouth. It stiffened at once. I did the same to father. Both lances now stood up stiff before us.

“Which one do you want?” I asked her. “Neither!” she said. “1 have had enough. I don't want any more!” “Well, what shall we do?” I inquired. “You take both!” she laughed. Following her directions, I squatted down on father, my back towards his head. Zenzi guided his shaft into my grotto. I began bobbing up and down on it.

“Is it good that way?” Zenzi asked. “Yes,” I answered.

“Wait! I shall how you something,” she said, and reaching down she started to play with my twig. I now danced a regular jig. Father moaned in his sleep. Zenzi started to suck my nipples. I was about to “come” for the second time-when father let go of his discharge. It seemed like a pail full-as though all the wine that he had drunk had suddenly broke loose. “Now come over to Rudolph,” Zenzi cried. She crawled after me, now performing the same duty as before. I soon was jumping up and down again, holding her and singing the same old song, I am 'coming'-oh! Oh! I am 'coming'-I'm 'coming'!” Rudolph ground his teeth and coughed, but did not wake up. He was in a sound, drunken sleep. “I am 'coming' again-oh, Zenzi-I am 'coming,'“ I yelled. “With Rudolph, one always comes,” she whispered. I grabbed her titties. I hardly knew why. I played with them. I felt that I had to do something. Finally I sobbed: “I am through-help me down!” “No,” she said, “you must stay until Rudolph 'goes off,'”-which he finally did, the discharge rising like a fountain inside of me. When the last drop had been spent, we both sank down between the two sleeping men. But the night had not passed as yet. Now Zenzi began to cry: “Oh, my-oh, my-now I want some, too-I want some too!” “Why don't you do the same that I did?” I suggested. “No! No! That is impossible; they will not stand for it!” “Try it,” I encouraged her. She began with father, rubbing and playing with him, finally taking his shaft in her mouth. But it was useless. She could not make it rise. She then turned to Rudolph, who proved equally incapable of rising to the occasion.