Felix Salten - The Memoirs of Josephine Mutzenbacher

Finally she came to me, sobbing: “Oh, Lord! Now I am worse off then before!” I laughed. “You can laugh!” she snapped, “You have Had yours. I was a damn fool for letting you!” I laughed still harder. “But, what shall I do?” she moaned, helplessly moving back and forth. Suddenly she took my hand and put it between her legs, and, begging, said: “You do it to me, won't you?” “How can I do it?” “I want to be poked-come on-won't you?” She lay on her back and made me get on top of her, rubbing her mound against mine for a while. Then she made me put my hand between her legs, using my finger as though it were a shaft. “There-there-that feels so good! Put your finger all the way in-!” She now started playing with my titties, and with her free hand played with my grotto. Finally she said: “I am 'coming'-I am 'coming,' oh-!” I used my finger as best I could. Throwing her arms around me, she hugged me. Taking my nipples in her mouth, she aroused my passion as Rudolph went out and immediately returned with his sweetheart. She was barely fifteen and very pretty, with a turned-up nose, cute eyes and a broad mouth. I noticed that her breasts were unusually large, standing far apart, straight and solid. When she walked, they shook. The entertainment began. Rudolph was very witty. The girl's name was Zenzi; she laughed at everything that he said. The wine started to work. Rudolph, embracing Zenzi, took one of her little titties in his hand, saving to Father: “That is some tittle, neighbor-hard as a rock!” She laughed out loud, and father eyed the tittle in Rudolph's hand. Father did not move. Rudolph released her, and, coming towards me, not noticing father, he put his hand on my breasts, saying: “Yes, Pepi has nice, hard titties too-never any nicer-very nice indeed-just as nice as Zenzi's, only smaller, not so pointed, but more round.” “Zenzi!” commanded Rudolph, “show this gentleman your titties!” Zenzi laughed again. Obediently she unbuttoned her blouse, then her chemise. One breast popped out. It was wonderful! How pointed and solid it stood! The nipple looked like a small teat grown onto the larger one. I was admiring it and did not notice that Rudolph now slipped his hand under my chemise and then on my breasts. “Well, what do you say?” Rudolph asked father.

“Very nice-very nice indeed!” father said. He could not resist putting his hand on the girl's marvelous appendages. He made them bounce up and down. “Enjoy yourself, neighbor!” said Rudolph.

Father now held the breasts. Zenzi stepped closer to him and laughed. “Zenzi!” commanded Rudolph, “play with the gentleman!”

Obediently, she unbuttoned father's trousers; quickly taking out his shaft, she fondled it. Then she looked into father's eyes and laughed. “If you want to poke Zenzi, you may, with pleasure!” called Rudolph. “It is only right, neighbor, since I poked Pepi.”

Father did not reply, but permitted Zenzi to continue rubbing his shaft. “Zenzi,” said Rudolph, “you will let the gentleman do whatever he wants. Do you understand?” Zenzi understood. Raising her dress, she prepared to sit on father's knees. “Zenzi!” called Rudolph, “What do you do first?” Immediately she knelt before my father and his shaft disappeared into her mouth! Rudolph got up. “Now then, I will leave her with you, neighbor,” he said, “and I will take Pepi with me. Are you willing?” Father nodded as if quite embarrassed. However, he got up and threw Zenzi on the bed and got on top of her. She laughed loudly, and with one quick move steered him to the right “place.” Rudolph and I watched as my father began to work. Zenzi now whispered: “Ah, you poke nice-so nice-that's good!” Rudolph and I were very passionate. “Well, now,” he said, “we need not mind them.” Promptly he threw me on the other bed and I felt him pushing his shaft inside me. We were a fine quartette. Father breathed hard: “Give me your titties, Zenzi! Push harder!-There! That is good!” Rudolph coughed. “Heaven and earth-but that is good! That is the way that I like it-go slow-we have time-! I called out: “I am 'coming'-father-Rudolph- I am 'coming'-!” Zenzi whispered: “Oh, poke me-make me a baby-poke me-yes-yes-bite the titties-bite them off-oh, Rudolph!-he is sucking my titties-he is poking me-!” Soon both Rudolph and my father reached their goals. Their bellowing, snorting and coughing mingled with the squealings, sobbings and hard breathings of us two girls. When we had finished, Rudolph called to Zenzi: “Come and sleep with me!” Zenzi got up. Upon leaving, Rudolph remarked to father: “The next 'round' each will have with his own!” Father rolled over to my side and began at one to play with my titties. I got busy with his shaft, trying to bring on another erection. Not meeting immediately with successful result, I turned around, and as I was getting under father, decided to try the new art which I had recently learned from Rudolph. Placing my hips over my father's face, my head between his legs, I licked and sucked his staff. Immediately the tired tool started to stand. We heard Zenzi in the other room, say: “Poke me, Rudi, please-You do it best of all-Oh! Rudi!-Of all the shafts that I ever had, you are the best of all!-Oh, poke me hard!-there!-there-in and out, in and out-ah-ah-I will do anything you say Rudi-oh!-Rudi!” He answered: “Shut up, you goose, and let me poke!” “Does she do it well?” I asked father as he began to work on me. “Yes, very good-so warm-so tight.” “Better than I? I asked, as I moved up and down with my hips. “No, no! Now faster-faster with your hips-oh faster-!” And I answered: “Oh, poke me-oh, please, poke me-there-you do it best that way!” “I just learned that from Zenzi,” father replied. From then on, Zenzi lived with us. She slept with Rudolph in the kitchen and busied herself around the house with me during the day. She was patient and obedient in every way. I soon became accustomed to her. Sometimes she slept with father; on those nights I slept with Rudolph. The two men got along well together and shared us as they saw fit. One day as I was returning home, I found Mr. Horak feeling of Zenzi's titties. Zenzi called out: “Hello, Pepi!” Horak barely noticed me. I found Rudolph in the kitchen. He inquired: “Have you seen Zenzi?” Angry with her for having so thoroughly captivated my ex-lover, I answered: “Yes, down the hall.” “Who was with her?” he asked.

“Mr. Horak,” I replied. “So? What is she doing with him?”

“I don't know-I just saw him feeling her titties.” “Well, well,” he laughed, “if that affords him any pleasure, he is welcome.”

After a long time, Zenzi came in. I expected a scene and listened to them. “Where have you been so long?” asked Rudolph. “He poked me already!” she said, laughingly. “Where?” Rudolph asked, astonished. “In the cellar,” he said. “And?” he pressed.

“Two gulden-there it is-” said she, giving him some money.

Rudolph laughed and then sent her for some cigarettes. A few days later, Zenzi came home at dusk, accompanied by a man. Opening the door slightly, she whispered to Rudolph: “Who is there?” “Come into the other room,” Rudolph told me. As we reached it we heard a man walking into the kitchen. Rudolph and I listened at the door.

Zenzi said to the man: “Make yourself comfortable.” “Oh, no,” he said, “I will just unbutton my trousers.” We then heard Zenzi: “Yes-what a nice little shaft-and how it stands-!” He said: “Remove your chemise from your breasts.” She replied: “Shall I undress?” It would be better,” he answered. After a pause we heard a noise as if someone were falling on the bed.

Immediately we heard Zenzi moan: “Ah poke me-poke me nice-there!” The man interrupted, saying: “Keep still; I can't bear talking while I am poking.” The hog!” whispered Rudolph.