Felix Salten: The Memoirs of Josephine Mutzenbacher

Capuzzi then came out, saying: “One pose is spoiled. We will have to make it over again.” “Which one?” “The last one, and it was all your fault too!” he growled at his wife. “You wiggled!” She then lay down again and Albert got on top, putting in just the head of his shaft. I dutifully again took her breast. When Capuzzi called “Done,” Albert immediately began to poke. “Jesus! Mary!-” Capuzzi cried and with one jerk pulled Albert off, almost throwing him down to the floor. Albert laughed, saying: “I surely will poke her some day!” “Never!” shouted Capuzzi in a rage. Melani fairly screamed: “For pity's sake, then, you come here! I can't stand it any longer!”

Capuzzi fairly foamed: “And with such a woman one is expected to work and accomplish some-thing?-No! We poke later, and that's that!”

Melani put her fingers into her grotto saying: “Well, then, get out of here!” We needed no second invitation, but rushed to the dressing room and got down on the floor. “Oh!” said Albert, “I am glad that you are here! For once I can poke with pleasure! And you have such a nice, small 'kitten'! Now, help-but wait-give me your titties-I want to lass the nipples-now-now -yes, that is fine!” “And I have also waited for this!” I said. “I got so nervous from all those trials, now-faster-oh, your shaft! So long-so warm-faster! Yes-yes- now! Now-squirt-now-now-now! Oh, how many more times?-Oh! I have 'come' twice already!” After we had “finished,” we heard Capuzzi and his wife still “at it!” “No! No!” she whispered, “don't squirt yet-not yet-I have not had enough yet-more-give me more!”

He murmured: “But you would sooner have Albert, wouldn't you?”

“I wouldn't shit on Albert!” she said in plain words. “You are the only one-ah! What a poke-poke me, my love-ah.” The rest was only a jumble of words. Capuzzi asked again: “Now, may I squirt? I can't wait any longer! Oh, your titties-may I!-Now!” “Yes- yes – now squirt-oh-ah-but that feels so good! There-now! Albert can play all he likes. It will not affect me any morel Oh! But that is so sweet-”

“Why does he tease you?” inquired Capuzzi. They both were finished, but still talking. “He does not tease me,” she assured him. “When he has his shaft in me, or when I have it in my mouth, I always think of yours! Albert means nothing to me!” “Nonsense!” laughed Albert to me. “She is lying to him. You heard how crazy she is about me. She told you so herself!” “Certainly!” I agreed. “Why haven't you poked her long ago? You surely must have had the chance.”

“It is impossible,” declared Albert. “The old man watches us all the time.” “But when he is not at home?” “Oh, no,” Albert shook his head. “He is too cunning. You never know where he is. He is liable to show up at any moment!” “And, what if he should?” I asked. Albert sobered up and said: “Don't even think about it. He would be likely to kill the both of us. He is stronger than I am.”

“Unbelievable,” I said. “Wait!” said Albert. “Wait until you see him naked!” “How?” “Well, sometimes he has his wife photograph him.” “So? I jolly well hope that he will have me do that some day.” “Do you know,” Albert went on, “how often he pokes his wife's every day?” “No. How often?” “At least seven or eight times a day!” “Well, she ought to have enough,” I said. “Yes, but it is a regular habit with her.” We were now called into the studio again. “A new pose,” said Capuzzi. He was in his undershirt and drawers. His face was red and so were lovely Melani's ears. She laughed, satisfied. Her eyes shone. “Oh, my,” she said. Those two have been 'doing it' too!” Taking hold of Albert's limber shaft, she showed it to her husband. Then, coming closer to me, she whispered: “Was it good?” “Well, what shall we do now?” said Capuzzi. “It looks like Albert's shaft won't stand any more.” At that he took off his clothes and I marveled at his enormous chest, all covered with hair; his muscular arms and the terrible tool which hung down from his belly. He came towards me, but Melani called: “Halt! Nothing doing! Make your pose with Albert. It would be too bad to waste another plate.” “We have already made that pose with Albert.” “But I don't want you to pose with that girl! Leave her alone,” she said emphatically. “Foolish!” he said. “If I allow you to pose with Albert I surely should be allowed to pose with Pepi!”

“No!” she said. “You will get hot and passionate!” “No thought of it,” he defended himself. “If I should get hot, I would simply poke you once more.” This seemed to suit her. “But only the position,” she warned. I had to lie on the bench, spreading my legs far apart so that he could get in between them. “Now!” he called to his wife, inserting the head of his enormous engine into my cleft. “Not so far!” Melani called. “Not so far!” Her warning was not necessary. I could not have taken more than he already had in. Even now the device was quite springy from just having male the preliminary assault, and I soon had the pleasure of feeling it grow bigger and bigger-filling me completely! This was the consequence of the so-called “position.” “Done!” called Mrs. Capuzzi.

Her husband released me and began making another pose. He sat on a stool and had me sit on his lap, with my back towards him. I was facing the camera. Beaching under through my arms, he put his hands on my breasts and his shaft inside me. I could not resist moving up and down, but he whispered: “Not now!” “Done!” called his wife from behind the camera. We were to make another pose, but, it was necessary to use Albert, who, after so many rough trials, was unable to rise to the task. The enterprise had to be postponed until some future time. Capuzzi engaged me to be on hand two days later. Then he paid me ten guldens and dismissed me for the time being.

I went towards town. At the crossroads I met my friend Zenzi. Together we went to the dark house on Lantern Street. I was anxious to show her the money which I had just earned and to tell her of my experience with the photographer. My description of the different poses caused her to get excited. “Well, of all things-!” she said, dropping onto the couch. “From your talk I am all 'worked up!' If only I could be poked right now!” I was of the same mind. I crawled beside her on the couch. She lay there, her eyes shining and her titties trembling. She was entirely different from the way I had hitherto seen her at home-not at all the same, meek Zenzi.

For some time we played with each other's titties. Then, as I was all ready to get on top of her, she pushed me away, saying: “Oh, that is no good!” She called to the kitchen: “Mrs. Bock, is Karl there?” The old lady opened the door and said: “Yes, he is here-what do you want of him?” “Just call him,” said Zenzi.

“But what do you want?” she inquired. “Don't ask any questions,” said Zenzi in a rough tone. I had never before heard her talk like this. I was only beginning to learn her true character.

The old lady disappeared. “Who is Karl?” I asked Zenzi.

“He is the old woman's grandson,” she informed me. Then, taking something from her pocket, she again lay down on the couch. “And what do you want of him?” I asked. “I want him to poke me,” she answered. The door opened and a boy of about seventeen entered. He was good-looking and a trifle pale, with sharp features. He was smoking a cigarette and grinning. “Hello Karl! Here is a gulden-I want you to poke me,” Zenzi said. He leisurely walked to the couch, took the gulden, examined it, then put it in his pocket. Then he began playing with her titties, all the while looking at me as if wondering who I was. “Don't stand there like a dummy!” Zenzi said. He unbuttoned his trousers. Zenzi winked at him. “Look at that shaft! Did you ever see anything like that before?” Karl grinned. I sat up to get a better look, and-God be my witness-I had never seen anything like it. It reached beyond his navel. The heal itself was as big as most organs that I had seen! “Well?” asked Zenzi, “Isn't that worth a gulden?” Karl hurled himself on top of her, throwing away his cigarette at the same time. Zenzi moved around under him and said: “Well -come on, now!” “Oh, put it in yourself,” he grumbled. Zenzi immediately put it in, beginning to wiggle and calling: “My dear Karl, oh, poke me good-not so fast-! Oh, I am coming-my dear Karl-I love you-I would like to be with you in bed poking! Oh, you dearest thing!” “To hell with you! he hissed, keeping up his regular motion. “Then why do you poke me?” she asked. “Because you pay me. I would poke my grandmother if she gave me a gulden-” he answered. Zenzi worked with all her might. I got so passionate looking at them that I began to wonder whether I had better not give him a gulden too, but I decided not to. When he had finished, he wanted to go. “Stay here!” begged Zenzi. “No!” he answered her roughly. “Why don't you want to stay with me a while?” “Because I am sick of your ways-good bye!” he answered and was gone.