The amazingly frank "Memoirs of Josephine M. -The Story of a Viennese Prostitute as Told by Herself" is such a completely detailed life of a modern European prostitute, that it had been suppressed since its original publication. Available only in limited private printings, it has been known to collectors of erotica and psychologists as one of the most graphic descriptions of the day to day life of a whore ever written.
Unmatched for actual description, Josephine M. pulls no punches as she relates the intimate details of her seduction and her gradual entry into the life of a professional prostitute. Curiously attuned to the modern generation Josephine refrains from moralizing.
"This is how it is -this is what happens to me gin who sells her body on a daily basis," she tells us, and leaves us to draw our own conclusions.
As we are caught up in her story of surpassing interest, certain matters seen to dawn upon us. These points have also been made the subject of much interesting speculation and new arresting studies on the psychology of the prostitute by psychiatrists and sociologists familiar with Josephine M.'s frank revelations.
Perhaps the most interesting concept concerning the modern prostitute or "call girl" is that they do not consider themselves "fallen women" who hate and despise what they do for money. They do not suffer from guilt complexes, nor are they motivated by suicidal or self-destructive subconscious motives. To the great surprise of most psychiatrists who have analyzed girls like Josephine M. in depth, they find that they prostitute enjoys and is happy in her chosen profession.
They have found that the prostitute is generally an attractive highly-sexed girl who secretly thrills to the large variety of males she is enabled to indulge in through her business. To get paid for doing what in most cases is a strong natural urge, is the irresistible bonus that keeps them in the business as long as their bodies can attract a man.
Studies such as "Josephine M." have so upset the traditional thinking on the true psychology of the prostitute, that it has led to radical revision in the laws on prostitution in many cities in this country. For instance, prostitutes operate with considerable freedom in New York City and are now rarely arrested -we are speaking of street "hookers" now. The more expensive "call girl" who operate from a luxury apartment and has her own switchboard answering service, is practically immune from arrest.
Sociologists and psychiatrists who solemnly spoke of the call girl in terms of a "sick, neurotic woman" find themselves embarrassed with their so called "therapy and rehabilitation programs." How do you go about curing girls who thoroughly enjoy their lives of promiscuous sex? And in addition, these busy beauties are fast becoming a class of financially elite. It is estimated that almost fifty percent of the luxury high-rise apartments in the most exclusive sections of New York have been taken over by call girls. They are investors in the stock market, real estate and many end up married with very comfortable nest-eggs.
Undoubtedly to the last woman, the modern "joy girl" will be in absolute agreement with the Marquis De Sade's famous exhortation on complete sexual anarchy: "The whore is the beloved child of nature, the abstinent girl is nature's execration; the whore is deserving of altars, the vestal of the stake. And what more potent insult can a girl fling in nature's teeth than to waste herself by keeping an illusory virginity, whose entire value derives from nothing but the most preposterous of all irrationalities? Fuck, my friends, fuck, I repeat, and sneer with effrontery at the counsel of those who aim to make you captive in the despotic irons of a virtue whence no conceivable good ever has or ever shall come. Abjure them forever, all modesty and reserve; make haste to fuck, be quick, there is only one age for discharging, take advantage of it. For time flies, and if the rose fades you'll find no lover who wants it... " De Sade seems to have summed up part of the call girl's credo in a nutshell. Since nowadays the financial rewards enable an only better than average looking girl to live very well and attain economic independence fast, the problems facing the psychiatrist dealing with the prostitute come into sharp focus.
The changing pace of the prostitute in modern society is of tremendous concern and interest to all. The starkly revealing document of one such girl, written by herself, will fascinate and enlighten the reader with its vivid picturization of a hidden part of life.
This complete, authentic and unexpurgated Continental Classics edition is presented for the first time in this country. It is recommended for the mature adult reader only.
-Allan Saunders, M.A. New York City, July 1967
CHAPTER ONE
The saying is, that young whores become old, religious crones, but that was not my case. I became a whore at an early age and experienced everything a woman can... in bed, on chairs, tables, benches, standing against walls, lying on the grass, in dark hall-ways, in private bed chambers, on railroad trains, in lodging houses, in jail; in fact in every conceivable place where it was possible... but I have no regrets! I am along in years now... the enjoyment which my sex afforded me is fast disappearing. I am rich but faded, and often being very lonesome, but it never entered my mind, although in the past years I was religious... to now do penance.
The squalor and drudgery which I escaped I owe entirely to my healthful body. Without my youthful experience, the early awakening of my sexual passion, I would undoubtedly have succumbed as many of my playmates, and would have been forced into the poorhouse or died as a drudge of some household. I did not succumb to any of these.
I obtained a good education, for which I can thank only my life as a prostitute, for this it was that brought me into touch with educated men... it broadened my mind and enlightened me. I escaped the life which is led by the ignorant, low-born workers, for which they are not to blame, but of which they are so often accused. It is not their fault for they know no better.
I have seen the world in a different light, for all of which I have to thank my life as a prostitute, so often condemned by the public.
I am writing my experiences only to shorten my time of lonesomeness and to give the public the truth about my past experiences, which led up to the life I finally adopted.
I deem this far better than to run with long confessions to the priest, which would please him personally a great deal more, which at heart I do not believe in, and which would only make me absolutely weary. I also find that a biography such as I am writing has never before been printed. The books which I have read tell none of the absolute facts as they really happen.
I feel that I am doing a good act, in exposing the doings of our so-called refined, rich men, who lure us poor girls into all kinds of the most shameful and sinful acts, and to put forth how it appears to a girl who has the actual experience that I have had, and to narrate the real facts as they so often do happen.
My father was a very poor man, who worked as a tanner for a firm in the outskirts of Paris. We lived in a tenement house in the 13th Arondissement, at that time a new house, which was filled from top to bottom with the poorer class of tenants. All of the tenants had many children, who were forced to play in the back yards, which were much too small for so many.
I had two older bothers. My father and my mother and we three children lived in two rooms... a living room and kitchen. We also had a roomer.
The other tenants, probably fifty in all, came and went, sometimes in a friendly way, more often in anger. Most of them disappeared and we never heard from them again.
I distinctly remember two of our roomers. One of them was a locksmith-apprentice. He had dark eyes, a sad-looking lad; his black eyes and dark face always covered with grime and soot. We children were much afraid of him. He was a very silent man, never saying a word.
I remember one afternoon, when I was alone in the house, he came home. I was then only five years old. My mother and the two boys had gone to Les Halles, shopping and my father had not yet returned from work.
The locksmith took me up from the floor, where I was playing and held me on his lap. I wanted to cry, but he quietly told me "Be quiet, I won't hurt you."
He then laid me back and lifted up my little skirt. Then he examined me. I was badly frightened and he viewed me naked upon his lap, but remained perfectly quiet. As he heard my mother coming, he put me down on the floor and went into the kitchen.
A few days later, he again came home early. As mother was about to go out, she asked him to look after me until she returned, which he promised gladly.
As soon as she was gone, he again held me on his knees and began examining my naked pussy. He did not utter a word... just stared at my privates constantly! I did not dare say anything. This he repeated on many occasions, as long as he roomed with us. As a child, of course, I had no idea of its import, and did not give the matter a second thought. Today I know different, and often call this lad my first lover.
My two brothers, Pierre and Jean, differed greatly in temperament. My oldest brother, Jean, four years older than myself, was quiet, industrious and religious. Pierre, the younger, one and a half year older than myself, was just the opposite... happy carefree, and he took to me a great deal more than my older brother.
I had reached the age of seven when one day Pierre and I went to visit some neighbor's children. These children were always alone. Their mother was dead and their father was obliged to go to work.
Anie, then a girl of nine years, pale, thin and light-blond, with a split lip. The brother, Felix, a thirteen-year old, robust boy, also blond, but red-cheeked and broad shouldered.
We were innocently playing, when Anie remarked: "Now let's play 'father and mother'." Her brother laughed and said: "She always wants to play 'father and mother'" but Anie insisted and went to my brother and said: "You will be the man and I will be your wife."
Felix came and took of my arm and declared: "Well, then I'll be your man and you will be my wife."
Anie immediately got two pillow slips and made two rag dolls, handed me one, saying: "Here is your child!"
I began to fondle and caress the doll, but Anie and Felix began to laugh at me, saying: "That is not the way; first you must make the baby, then you must be pregnant, and you must then give birth to the baby, then you can fondle it."
I had naturally often heard people say that a woman was in the 'family way' and would soon have a baby. The story about the stork I had long long doubted, and when I saw a woman with a big stomach, I imagined what that meant, but of course, of the actual facts I was ignorant, as was also my brother Pierre.
Consequently, Pierre and I stood bewildered and helpless and at a loss whether to proceed with this new game or not. But Anie stepped up to Pierre, and reaching for the opening in his trousers, said: "Come on, take your 'pipe' out!"
At that she unbuttoned his trousers and took out his little penis, while Felix and I looked on, Felix laughing, while I felt astonishment, wonder and anger, yet with a strange, exultant feeling which I had never experienced before.
Pierre stood like a statue, not seeming to realize what was happening. At her touch on his peter, it stood up and stiffened.
"Now, come," I heard Anie whisper, then she threw herself on the floor on her back, and lifting her skirts, spread her legs far apart. At this moment Felix grabbed me and said: "Lie down," and I already felt his hand between my legs. I willingly lay down, lifted my skirts as Anie had done, and Felix rubbed his stiff tail along my little slit.
I had to laugh, for his tail tickled not a little as he rubbed it against my belly and cunt and all over me. He was breathing hard as he laid heavily upon my breast. The whole proceeding seemed foolish and laughable, and only a strange feeling which came over me which I cannot describe, induced me to lie still. In fact, I became serious: suddenly Felix became quiet and jumped up. I also got up. He then showed me his peter, which I took in my hand... a small drop of liquid was visible on the end. Felix then drew the foreskin back and the little, red head appeared. I pushed the foreskin back and forth several times and thought it great sport to see the head, like the head of some small animal, appear and disappear.
Anie and my brother still lay on the floor and I saw that Pierre was excitedly pushing bank and forth... his cheeks red... and he was breathing hard, the same as Felix had done before. Anie was completely changed. Her place face was colored, her eyes were closed and I feared that she was ill, but suddenly both became quiet, laid on each other a few seconds and then got up.
We sat together for a while, Felix with his hand under my skirts holding my cunny, Pierre doing the same to Anie. I had Felix's tail in my hand, while Anie held my brother's and it was very soothing as Felix fingered my slit. It did not tickle as before, but created a pleasant feeling which seemed to go through my entire body. This proceeding was interrupted by Anie, who gave me one of the rag dolls, keeping the other. We placed them under our skirts, next to our bellies.
"Now," Anie said; "we are in the family way."
We walked up and down the room with our bellies sticking out, laughing. We then 'gave birth' to our babies, fondled them, handed them to our "husbands" so that they could admire them and wonder at them, and in this way we played for some time.
Then Anie conceived the idea that we must nurse our babies. She unbuttoned her waist, pulled down her undershirt so as to let the baby reach her breast. As she did this, I noticed that she already had quite good-sized titties, with large nipples, with which her brother started to play. Pierre, seeing this, also began to play with them, while Felix remarked that it was too bad that I had no titties yet.
Then we were enlightened out of the fairy tale. We found out also that what we had just done was called intercourse, or in plainer words 'fucking'... that our parents did the same thing to each other in bed and women became mothers to babies from the operation. Felix seemed far advanced in these matters; informing us girls that our openings were still grown shut which was why they could only rub their tails around on the outside and not put them in.
He also informed us that when we grew bigger, we should have a lot of hair grow there. I did not believe it, but Anie declared that Felix knew all about it, and was very positive, as he fucked Mrs. Terrine in the attic and when he did so., .his tail went clear up into her hole.
Mrs. Terrine was the wife of a street-car conductor, who lived on the top floor of our building.
She was a short, dark skinned woman, small and pretty and always friendly, so Felix told us the story, which I will relate in the next chapter.
CHAPTER TWO
"Mrs. Terrine," said Felix, "had just finished her washing and was carrying a basket filled with clothes to the attic. As I passed her she said: "Come Felix, you are a strong boy: you can help me carry this heavy basket to the attic."
"So I helped her with the basket. When we got to the attic she said: "Now, what do you want for helping me up with the basket?"
"I told her 'nothing' then she remarked: "Come, I will show you something."
"She put my hand on her titties, and said: "Don't that feel good...?"
"I immediately guessed what she wanted for I had often fucked Anie." We all listened to Felix's story with great interest. Anie nodded as though that was an understood fact, and then Felix went on: "I did not care to go too far, so I just kept on playing with her titties, but she unbuttoned her waist so that I could play naked with them. Then she took out my pecker, and laughingly remarked: "If you promise me not to tell a living soul, I will let you do something else!"
"I said nothing but sat down on her lap. She again warned me not to say anything. I promised her that I surely would not tell."
"She laid the clothes-basket down, pulled me on top of her and put my peter up into her fat slit! She forced it way up into her. I also felt the hair that she had on her slit."
Anie wanted to hear more.
"She asked whether it felt good, I told her that it sure did."
"Then she started to push up and down like crazy, while I had to play with her titties, and as she finished, she jumped up, buttoned up her waist and said to me angrily: "Now get out of here, you imp, and if you tell... I'll tear your head off!"
Felix ceased speaking, and Anie inquired: "Don't you think that you could get it way up into me now?"
Felix looked at her, she was still holding the rag doll to her naked breast. He reached over and began playing with her. She remarked: "Try it just a little. Then we'll play 'papa and mama' again."
Pierre immediately went over to her, and I, after all this teaching and the story I had just heard, was willing to start right in again, but Anie said: "No! Now Felix will be my husband, and Pierre will be Josie's."
She went to her brother and unbuttoned his trousers and he pulled out his "peter" and pushed the foreskin back and forth while he played around my slit with his finger, as we had now learned how it was done, and we laid down at once and I directed his peter straight into my slit. The feeling was so pleasant as he did so that I also began to work my body with all my strength. This lasted until Pierre fell on me exhausted and did not stir. We remained quiet for a few minutes, until we heard Anie and Felix disputing; he was still lying on top of her. Anie had her legs over Felix's back, so that her feet touched.
Felix was saying: "It will go in alright." Anie said: "Yes, but it hurts. Stop it hurts."
But Felix told her to keep quiet, that it would only hurt until he got in away in.
Pierre and I got down to look, in order to be convinced that he really had it in and were greatly astonished to see her slit wide open and that Felix really had the head and part of the rest of his peter into her and was working back and forth with his body when suddenly it slipped out altogether.
I reached down and steered it back again, as I did not wish to miss the fun. I noticed Anie's opening had been rubbed to a bright red. He tried to get it in again, but Anie began to scream, and becoming alarmed, we quit trying and Anie refused to make another attempt.
I had to take Felix once more; he was all excited but as I was getting sore myself and it was getting late, we stopped the game and went home.
Pierre and I did not talk on the way home. We lived on the top floor of the tenement, next door to Mrs. Terrine. As we came in, we saw her talking to a neighbor. We stopped and stared at her, but as she turned around, we both laughed loudly and ran into our own door.
From that day on I looked at children and grown people in an entirely different light. Although I was only seven years old, I had tasted of the forbidden fruit and my womanhood was developing wonderfully, which must have been very noticeable in my eyes and general appearance. My face, my mouth and my walk must have been a challenge to men to grab me and throw me over. Only in this way can I account for men, upon first acquaintance with me, even strangers, wanting to take advantage of me, forgetting all caution.
Even to the present day this same fate follows me. Although I am old and far from pretty, my whole body dried up, no signs left of my past life, yet even today, I will meet men who, upon sight of me, will become excited and cannot keep their eyes off my body.
This was undoubtedly in my looks and my bearing, when still a young child of five years; that which caused the young locksmith to sit and want to stare at my naked parts.
But to return to my story.
A few days after the events described above, Pierre began to question Jean, asking him if he knew where babies came from and how they were made. Jean remarked: "Perhaps you know?"
Pierre and I laughed. I took Pierre's tail out of his pants and stroked it gently, as Jean looked on with a solemn face, and Pierre began to tickle my pussy.
Then Pierre and I laid down on the bed and went through our little performance, which he had so thoroughly learned from Anie and her brother. Jean, not saying a word until we had finished. But as I went up to him, reaching for his staff saying: "Now it is your turn," he shoved me from him, to our astonishment, saying: "I have known how to fuck for a long time. You don't think I would wait for you, do you? But it is a great sin to do this, and he who sins like this will surely go to hell."
Pierre and I were quite alarmed, and said this was not so.
"Do you think father and mother will go to hell?"
But Jean was positive and on this account we were frightened a little. However, we knew that if father and mother did it, it was all right so we lost our fright and began to make fun of Jean. He threatened to tell our teacher, the priest's understudy, unless we promised to not do any more what we had just done as he looked on.
But after having being bitten by the bug, there is no cure and one cannot be frightened.
We often visited Anie and Felix, always playing the same game. I always fucked Felix first, and Anie with Pierre, then Anie took on her brother and I went through the act with my brother. In case we did not meet them at home, or we were obliged to stay in our home, then Pierre and I fucked each other! There was hardly a day passed that we did not enjoy our little tail, but our main subject of conversation and our main wish was to be fucked by a grownup person. Anie and I wished for a man, while Pierre's only wish was to fuck Mrs. Terrine.
At one of our visits to Anie, they had company... a thirteen year old cousin named Mizzi and her brother Paul, eleven year old.
Mizzi was a pretty girl, fully developed; her breasts were hard and firm and stood out under her thin blouse like two little apples.
The conversation naturally drifted to fucking. Paul bragged that his sister had lots of hair on her pussy. He raised her skirts and we looked with wonder at the little, triangular patch of hair, where we were still bare. Paul uncovered her breasts and as we looked in astonishment and began to fondle them.
Mizzi became very much excited; she closed her eyes and reached for Pierre and her brother. They both placed their peters in her hands, while Felix began playing with her pussy... suddenly she threw herself on the bed crying: "Paul! Paul!... come... I can't stand it any longer!"
Her brother sprang on top of her, while we all stood around the bed and watched, Felix placed his pecker in the girl's hand, while Anie took hold of Pierre. But I watched the performance with great interest... as Mizzi and her brother had declared that they could do it just the same as grown-up people.
I found that he had... this was real fucking... a great experience for a seven-year old whore.
I became greatly excited when I felt with my own hands that his peter, which was considerably larger than that of either Pierre or Felix's, sank into her belly to the end... it entirely disappeared... came out... went in again... but most of all I wondered at Mizzi's action as she squirmed madly beneath him crying: "Faster... faster! Still faster... " until she cried "Oh that was so good!" as Paul withdrew his tail and got off of her.
Pierre and Felix pressed close to her. She remained lying with her legs spread wide apart, smiling as she lay there with her thighs and titties naked, and Felix and Pierre began quarreling to see which should be the first to fuck her.
Mizzi settled the dispute by reaching for Pierre, saying: "First the little one."
Pierre sprang on top of her and began rubbing his tool against her as we children always did, but she stopped him, taking his little tail in her hand, and with one push sending him way up into her! Pierre was so astonished that he remained perfectly quiet, acting as though he wanted to make sure where his tail really was; it being completely out of sight, as you can imagine.
Mizzi would have none of this however. She began to work in earnest, twisting from side to side and moving up and down. She started to wiggle her ass but Pierre's tool fell out... not being able to find his way back without help, which I gave him, and by holding my hand there I was able to shove him back every time that he threatened to slip out. A new difficulty now arose, as Mizzi insisted that Pierre play with her titties; but every time that he began playing with them, he forgot about fucking, then as Mizzi reminded him of that, he forgot the other... he absolutely could not master both at the same time.
Felix, anxiously waiting his turn, finally began playing with her titties, squeezing them, kissing the nipples until they finally got hard, thus relieving Pierre of half the work. Pierre in the meantime had got down to a regular action, which Mizzi seemed to enjoy very much, becoming greatly excited, repeatedly crying out: "Oh! But that little prick is so good!"
Suddenly she began to thrash to and fro violently... gnashing her teeth and straining him to her breast... then sank back with a deep sigh, her eyes closed.
Finally she became quiet and in a short time Pierre got up. No sooner had he done so, then Felix, with his pecker standing out... leaped between her legs without letting go of the titties was manipulating all the time. She seemed anxious to receive him! I also helped him find the right spot, and fingered his little balls. In this way I could see and feel each time that he went way up in her. While Pierre remarked that it was just the same as it had been when with Mrs. Terrine. He showed himself to be very efficient at this business, and as he worked up and down, the bed began to creak and Mizzi's breath came fast and short; suddenly, she went through another spasm, writhing and moaning terribly, and then sank down as if in a faint.
Anie and I decided it was our turn for the fun. Anie immediately threw herself on the bed, calling Paul, in whom she seemed greatly interested. But Paul had again busied himself with his sister's titties, and pressing them together with his hands, he took both nipples in his mouth and began to suckle them, Mizzi leaning back against the cupboard, enjoying the performance, while she began playing with his cock. Anie lying helplessly on the bed, all prepared for what did not happen, for after a few moments Paul raised Mizzi's dress and stuck his sword into her again, thus screwing her standing up until the cupboard rattled. We had not learned it could be done standing up, so we watched, much astonished at the new feat.
When they finished, it was Pierre's turn. He did a great deal better this trip, as he was learning the game rapidly. They worked away, standing up and I held his cock from slipping out. She then went through the same performance with Felix, this making number six for Mizzi, which she enjoyed greatly, not showing the least bit of fatigue, apparently, although in this, Anie and I were mistaken.
Anie then went to Paul and assured him that he could get it away into her and would not have to rub it around as he did before on the outside.
He put his hand under her dress and began sticking his finger into her crack, but said that he was sure that it would not go all the way in yet. Anie would not let him go., .she held his peter, began playing with it... but it was of no use... it hung down soft and limber.
In the meantime I had been playing with Felix, but could not arouse any passion in him... he simply allowed me to play with it. In the meantime he felt my titties, which were conspicuous by their absence, saying: "It's too bad that you haven't titties like Mizzi."
I was obliged to give it up. I could not get any satisfaction from him. I turned to Pierre, and saw him again on Mizzi; he was not fucking her, but playing with her titties. Reaching into his pants, I found that he already had a hardon, and asked me to help him put it into Mizzi once more! I refused, so he found his way alone. Mizzi now went in for number seven, but showed her exhaustion, as it took all of a half an hour to finish this round.
Thus Anie and I were denied the pleasure of a little fucking and we both felt very badly. I went home in a sad state, cursing Mizzi and the hair on her pussy and her big titties. In a few days, however, everything was forgotten, as Mizzi and her brother lived a great distance away and seldom came to visit their cousins.
In the meantime, Anie and I were satisfied with our old partners. We discontinued the old game of 'papa and mama' and just fucked when we felt like it, just as Mizzi and Paul had done, sitting, lying, standing... in all conceivable positions.
This life lasted all summer, and then our friends moved away, and I did not see blond Anie again for a long time.
Before this occurred, however, another event took place, which I shall relate next.
Anie and her brother had received another visit from her cousin Mizzi and her brother Paul. This time they brought with them a big boy... he was fifteen years of age and his name was Robert. He was learning a trade and was quite well-grown for his age.
CHAPTER THREE
He immediately declared himself chief of our games, and when he showed us his pecker, we saw that he already had a lot of hair around it. We three girls played with it and caused ourselves a queer feeling as we felt the pulse beating in it. We were extremely happy and excited as we manipulated it, as it was by far the largest one that we had ever seen.
Mizzi asked him to fuck her first, but he answered: "No, first I am going to diddle Josie."
I remembered how proud I had felt at this. I rushed up to the bed, lay down on my back, lifted up my dress, unbuttoned my panties and spread my legs apart. Robert came to bed, felt my pussy, looked at it and said: "My dear, I can only screw you from the outside!"
Mizzi cried: "Why, of course, she hasn't even got hair on it! Come and fuck me! I can stand your putting it all the way in, you know."
She immediately laid down, trying to push me out of the bed, but he said: "No. I am going to fuck Josie!"
I lay perfectly quiet, as you can imagine. I looked at Robert... his face was red and he put his finger into my slit and rubbed it till I was excited and passionate as never before. He thought it over a minute, then declared: "I'll show you something!"
He called Anie, who also had got into bed, lying next to the wall. I was in the middle and Mizzi on the outside.
Robert then got in, but did not get on top of me. He told me to turn over. I was lying on my stomach. He raised my clothing so that my little ass was bare. He then had Anie crawl up to the head of the bed, so that her pussy was close by my shoulder. He then uncovered her pussy. Then he ordered Mizzi to bare her titties. She unbuttoned her waist and pulled down her chemise, and I noticed her nipples stood out hard and firm.
Robert then raised me up and put a pillow under my stomach so that my ass was slightly raised, told me to squeeze my legs together, then he pushed his cock from behind toward the front, so that I felt his cock gently rubbing against my pussy between my ass cheeks.
He then started working up and down... a most pleasant sensation seemed to go through my entire body. Suddenly I began to moan like Mizzi had done, and began working my ass up and down in rhythm with his movements. My face was buried in the pillow under my head, and I saw nothing but felt the most pleasant sensation as he screwed me between my legs! Finally I heard Anie and Mizzi breathing heavily and moaning. I looked up from my pillow and saw Robert playing with Anie's slit with his left hand, which must have made her feel very good indeed, as she was working forward and back with all her might.
With his right hand he was working Mizzi's nipples, which were getting harder and bigger all the time. Finally Mizzi started to cry out: "Oh... I want somebody to stick it into me... I must fuck... Pierre! Felix!... please... Oh! Pierre come!"
She caught hold of his peter and pulled him to her. He laid down beside Robert... screwing Mizzi with all his might, while Robert helped him out by playing with her nipples, but Robert would not stop.
Mizzi reached out again, this time grabbing her brother's prick; she was so excited that she took it between her lips and started to suck. by this time Felix could not stand it any longer.
He crawled up to his sister Anie and stuck his cock in her mouth. It seemed to excite her still more, and she started licking and sucking it.
So there, the seven of us, were busily engaged.
Robert still slowly pushing in and pulling out; while I had never experienced such a wonderful pleasant sensation.
All of a sudden, Robert began to work faster and faster, and with a shock I felt something wet and hot pouring out of him and on my stomach.
I was frightened and screamed but Robert kept right on.
The hot stuff seemed to be spreading over me. I said: "Something has happened. Stop it."
But he kept right on, saying: "Keep quiet, I am coming."
I said, "You are pissing on me."
But he said, "No, I am not. I am going off. That has to happen." Then he was through and got up.
Then we all separated, all wondering that Robert had gone off as Robert told us that Pierre, Felix and Paul were still so young that they could not be able to go off until they had more hair on their bellies and around their tools.
Mizzi inquired: "Why is that?"
But the boys and myself wanted Robert to squirt. He was willing and said: "But you must do it with your hand."
We did not know how, so he showed us how to begin. He sat on a chair and began to jerk his pecker. We soon learned how it was done. Then we took turns doing it, the same as he had done.
Anie, Mizzi and myself rubbing his stiff peter, Mizzi finally placed it in her watering mouth and began to suck on it.
She was so hot and excited that she took it all in. Finally it was my turn.
I had no time to think, but puckered up my lips and took the thing into my mouth as she had done. I felt a sensation in my pussy and realized for the first time the sensation of sucking.
After me, Anie had her turn, but she had hardly began to suck it when Robert began to squirt. She jumped back and spit out what she had received in her mouth. Robert at once seemed to jerk his peter until he rid himself of the whole discharge.
At every jerk, large drops of white matter was thrown out so far that I got one drop in my face. We were all greatly astonished and very much excited over this.
Anie immediately fell on Robert and graciously begged him.
"Now, you will please fuck me, now, won't you?"
But Robert's tail hung down limp and exhausted.
"I can't do it, I can't do it. He won't stand again."
Mizzi was beside herself. She sat down between his legs, took his peter in her mouth and started to suck, saying: "When he stands you must screw me."
In the meantime, Pierre, Felix and Paul wanted to try this too.
But Robert told us an interesting story about how he had started fucking his step-mother.
One evening we sat in the kitchen playing with each other, and that night, when father had gone to sleep, she again came in and we fucked. One night she did not come, although we had played same as usual earlier in the evening. I could not sleep and could not imagine why she did not come to me so, sitting up in bed, by the light of the moon, which streamed in through the window in the adjoining room, I could see their bed. I saw mother on top of father, who could not move... working up and down. She was entirely nude. Stooping over and putting her nipples in his mouth, she went through the same performance as she had done with me. Waiting until she was through with my father, I called out, making believe that I was ill. She came to my bed and leaned over me, asking me what was the matter. I suppose she understood that I had seen what had just been going on, for she asked me if I had seen anything, and I told her that I had seen it all; she immediately gave me her titties to play with, got into bed beside me, took off her nightdress so that she entirely naked and said to me: "Tonight you must get on top of me." She showed me how to do it in this manner and then we both went at it with a will. In fact, we made such a racket that my father called out: "What does the boy want?"
She replied, keeping right on fucking: "He wants me... he's feeling better now."
Father again fell asleep and we continued our jazzing. We had to stop several times, as we rolled and shook so much that we had the bed making a terrible noise and were afraid of waking my father again. When we had finished, mother wanted some more. As I could not get a hard-on, she took my cock into her mouth, starting to suck on it. I wanted to cry out, the feeling was so intense. Of course my tool immediately stiffened again under this treatment. And as soon as it got hard, she made me get up, go over and sit on the bench, and she sat astride me, and we had one more fuck in this manner. Then she put on her night-dress and returned to her room.
The next day I spent in bed, being too tired to get up. Father thought I was really ill, but it was simply the result of the violent night I had spent."
Robert had by now been screwing his step-mother regularly for the past two years. We now looked on him with great admiration and respect, as he had been well instructed in the arts of love.
When he finished his story, we were all set to go at it again the idea of lying on top him interesting us greatly. Robert, however, said that there were still other ways of doing it, as he had also fucked his step-mother in the ass-hole, and I said that was very pleasant as he had done it to me like that earlier in the afternoon.
Anie and Mizzi immediately wanted to do it that way.
But they misunderstood what he meant by ass-hole fucking.
Both wanted to try it lying on top of him. Anie insisted on her fucking Pierre as his cock was the only one that she could force into her snatch and Mizzi tried this method with her brother Paul. I also wanted to try it, and as Robert and Pierre could not raise a hard-on again, I began lying with Felix, Robert saying that he must have some strength for his step-mother, as she was surely expecting a piece of tail that very night.
Shortly after this delightful afternoon, Anie and Felix and their father moved away, and I saw them no more for a long time.
Quite frequently at home I heard my father and mother shaking the bed and breathing hard but could not discern anything in the dark. I had an idea that I knew what it was all about, however, so, when this occurred I would lay in bed listening with all my ears, at the same time fingering myself; I got so that I could satisfy myself very well indeed by this method.
I often heard them whispering to each other in a tone too low for me to distinguish words. One Saturday night father came home drunker than usual. Mother got up, helped him undress, and when I awoke at the noise, I saw a light in the room. Father pushed mother over on the bed, reaching up under her clothing, between her legs, she at the same time fighting him off. He whispered: "Here now... spread your legs apart!"
Mother refused to do so, saying: "Go away! You are drunk!"
"What of it?... Come on...!"
He was a powerful man; wild-eyed he grabbed her, tore off her night-dress, caught her by the titties and pushed her back on the bed, and got on top of her, with his big cock out, all ready for business.
"Put out the light the children are looking," but father just said: "Put it in, damn it!"
Mother said again: "Put out the lights, you fool, we don't want the children watching this." Father just growled: "They are asleep," and went right on with his business. Soon I heard mother say: "Oh, but this is so good! How big you are tonight!" He soon finished and all was quiet once more, father falling asleep immediately and mother soon after.
When they had started to snore, I slipped out of my bed and over to Pierre, where he slept on the lounge. He could not see but he heard it all. Getting into his bed with him, we hugged each other fiercely. He wanted to get on top of me, but I turned over and made him screw me from behind, as Robert had done. We were very quiet; nobody heard us, but we were really frightened at first. We were much naked and the feeling of our little bodies rubbing so close together without the interference of clothing was delightful. We pulled off our little fuck, and finding that we were comparatively safe, we did often at night, as we could feel reasonably safe when all the rest were asleep.
Soon after this, we got a new roomer in our home. This roomer was a middle-aged man of fifty or so. I do not know what his business was, but he was at home a great deal and sat in the kitchen for hours, talking to mother. I was often left alone with him. As he had a full, bushy beard, I often wondered how much hair he had between his legs. One Sunday, when he was washing himself, I noticed his hairy chest.
This only enhanced my curiosity as to his other parts. He was very friendly to me as he stroked my hair, chucked me under the chin, and caressed and fondled me frequently. I always went to him smiling when he spoke.
Happening to be at home alone with him one day, I thought: "Now is my chance."
I went up to him and began to stroke his beard. He must have perceived something in my looks which robbed him of his senses for a moment. He was shivering as he put his hand between my legs as if knocking for an entrance. I was standing in front of him as he sat there. I did not resent any movement on his part, but smiled encouragingly up at him. He pressed harder, but as yet only on the outside of my fluffy dress. I stepped up closer, between his knees, and smiled.
His face reddened and he pulled me to him and kissed me. He lifted my dress up, pulling down my panties and kissed me passionately. He looked at and began to finger my crack.
This seemed different from anything that I had ever experienced before due no doubt, to the fact that hitherto, I had played only with boys, while this was a grown man. I became so excited I could hardly control myself. I did not know whether he was using one finger or five. I did not care as I felt as if I was being fucked, pushing his finger way up into me. I began to work back and forth, at the same time playing with the hair on his breast. He took my other hand and placed it on his cock which he had taken out. It was so large I could hardly get my hand around it. I started working it back and forth while he rubbed my cunt and kissed me.
We kept this up until suddenly he stiffened out and twisted and squirmed and began to squirt from his penis white stuff in great drops that squirted far into the room, and at the same time, part of it, hot and sticky flowed across my hand. I also came, as he had quickened the movements of my pussy with his finger as he came. When he had finished, he sat there frightened, telling me not to breathe a word of what had passed or rather pleasantly happened between us, to anyone. As I shook my head, he kissed me again, got up and went out.
For several days I hardly saw him as he was apparently ashamed. This also affected me, as when I would see him approaching, I would run away.
About a week later, while playing out in the back-yard with my brothers, I saw him go in and upstairs. My mother having gone out previously, and knowing that he was all alone up there, I soon sneaked up after him, my heart beating wildly and rapidly, and I quivering in excitement. When I entered the kitchen, he eagerly reached for me, his hands shaking. I threw myself into his arms, and he at once put his hands between my legs and began to finger my slit. We sat down beside each other and he put his cock into my hand. I now had a good chance to examine it, and I must say, even after all these years, having thousands of cocks... not only pushed into my cunt, but... into my ass... my mouth... in fact every opening in my body, that this was exceptionally fine specimen of a healthy strong cock, twice as long as Robert's somewhat bent, with a large red head, and a great mass of dark hair surrounding it. I certainly could have a great time with it, had I been but a few years older and more developed.
I eagerly jerked him off with my hand, as I had learned to do from Robert. When I tired, and stopped working, or put my hand back further, so as to feel the fine growth of hair there he would whisper: "Go on... my angel, my darling girl... my little sweetheart! For goodness sake, go on... don't stop!"
Much pleased at these pet names, I worked hard and tried to do it right and soon he squirted high that it almost struck me in the face, as I was stooping low and eagerly working away.
A few days later, as we were again jerking each other off, he said: Darling, angel, sweetheart," I was doing my best to please him throwing my ass round as he was working at my pussy. "Oh, goodness, if I could only fuck you right... just once, just one little fuck!"
In a moment I pulled away, laid on the floor on my back, spread my legs apart, ready for him and said: "Come on, try it."
"No, damn it. You're too small."
"That's nothing," I answered, "try to do it anyhow."
Half wild, he got on top of me. He put his hand under my ass, lifted me up and rubbed his cock against my pussy. I held on to his cock, making sure that he rubbed it all over, pushing as hard as he could.
Between shoves, he asked: "Have you been fucked before?"
Something warned me to deny it, but he insisted saying: "Now angel, tell me, you have fucked, I know it. Who was it? Often? Was it good?"
I was breathing hard. I could feel his cock jerking, but I still denied saying: "No, certainly not. Of course not. This is the first time."
His breath came faster and the pleasure for me became greater QO "It is good," he said. "Oh, so good!" I said.
Just their he went off, wetting my belly, so that the fluid ran down my sides.
"Lay still," he said, and he wiped me clean. Then he asked: "Are you telling the truth? Come on and tell me."
I told him I had seen it done and pointed to the other room.
"Yes, yes. Your father and mother."
He wanted me to tell him all and as I told him what I saw and heard, he played with my cunt until I again went off.
I did not tell Pierre I had been fucked by a grown-up man, although he was always talking of Mrs. Terrine, dreaming about her... if he could only carry a basket of wash for her, anything to get into her...
Several days later, I let a soldier pick me up in the park and screw me for some candy.
He had a nice, pointed prick, and fucked quite well. I soon began to enjoy it, wondering why I had tried to run away from him. As his tool was small and thin, I wondered if we could not get all the way in, so I took it in my hand and began pushing it in. As Robert had already made quite an opening, I was at last very much pleased and delighted at getting it all the way in. The boy must have enjoyed it, as he was working like clock-work. Although it was quite painful I was a very proud girl, I was being fucked like a grown woman. It took quite a long time for him to finish, but at last he was through, at which he jumped up and left, and I went homewards again.
When I arrived home, I found that father and mother were gone; they had probably gone to the Inn for the evening. The boys were asleep, and Mr. Eveque was also asleep in the kitchen. When I came in, however, he awoke and as I passed him, he whispered to me: "Come to me, sweet darling!"
I stepped up to him, and he put my hand on his cock, which was standing straight and stiff, and he was completely naked. I could now feel for his thighs, cock and balls, everything he had!
"Don't you want to diddle?"
I answered, "Not tonight."
He tried to put his hand under my clothes but I drew back, afraid that he would discover that I was wet there. However, I was jerking his cock with all my might and became so excited that I forgot everything else.
Raising my dress he lifted me upon him and began to work up and down, whispering: "Beautiful angel! Sweetheart!"
Fortunately he did not notice my wet condition, as I was about to go off, he started to squirt. He wet me to such an extent that my slip did not dry over night.
This had certainly been an eventful day for me, nearly as much so as the day that Robert taught me how to really fuck and suck.
Pierre still followed Mrs. Terrine, and I also kept a close watch on her, in order to report any new developments to my brother.
I often observed her talking to a Mr. Horage whom I suspected of being intimate with her, and in this case I was not mistaken, as it turned out later.
This man was a beer salesman, coming to her house every day with a load of beer, which he unloaded into the storage room in the basement. He was a man of about thirty years, large, strong and athletic; he had a red face and wore small, gold earrings, which I particularly noticed. I thought him a fine looking man, always wearing either white overalls or a blue suit. A heavy, silver watch-chain with a small, silver horse for a charm was particularly noticeable.
One day on my return from school I saw Mrs. Terrine and Mr. Horage talking together. She was wearing a loose, red blouse, and no girdle, so that her whole titties, even the nipples were plainly visible. He leaned close to her, both of them laughing. When he reached for her titties, she pushed him away, and when he made a movement to put his hand under her clothes, she jumped back, but all in fun. Soon they were talking earnestly in low tones, then he disappeared into the house, immediately followed by Mrs. Terrine, who went down to the cellar.
Waiting a few moments, I crept after her. I discovered a niche in the wall from which I could see everything without being observed, there being a dim light coming through the opening between the barrels of beer.
Mr. Horage and Mrs. Terrine were in the center of the cellar, hugging and kissing. He had unbuttoned her blouse and was playing with her bubbies; they were milk-white, large and firm. I noticed as Mr. Horage played with them that the nipples seemed to grow stiff. While he was kissing her, she was feeling around the front of his trousers; then she opened the flap, reaching away up to his watch charm.
As she stroked it, she began to shiver, getting very excited. It was so long that her hand seemed small beside it as she worked it up and down. I was astonished at its great length and thinness.
Mr. Horage, breathing so hard that I could hear him plainly where I stood, now pushed her towards a large barrel, on which she sat down with her back against the wall. She whispered: "Come quick. I can't stand this much longer!"
He then took her legs in his arms, and thus held her while she inserted his cock. He shoved it into her as far as he could, and she whispered hoarsely: "For goodness sake... you are pushing my stomach out of place!"
As I had never seen it done in this way before, I watched closely, missing nothing. He had his hand down between her titties, she constantly kissing him, grunting and moaning.
"Oh! I can't stand this any longer... I am going. Now!... now... don't squirt yet -I am coming -my goodness -I am coming again... Oh Lord!... hold back don't come -I beg you., this is heavenly... I -Jesus Mary... if my old man could only fuck me as you do -I am going again... that cock feel so big in me -shove it clear in -Oh! God! I have never had anyone as good as you are! I know that I can feel it clear up in my throat. If only I had known this, you could have had it long ago! A person must be a fool to deny herself such a great pleasure. Oh! oh! Lord! Faster, faster! My God, but that feels good!"
He however, did not answer, but kept right on fucking. She was now writhing and twisting around on the barrel. Her ass extending away out in front. He grabbed her ass cheeks and with one final push, forced his cock away in, and she said: "Now, now," moaning with pleasure.
His head then sank exhausted. He withdrew his cock and she jumped down, arranged her clothing, and threw herself around his neck, kissing him and exclaimed: "Not one man in ten can do it like that!"
He began playing with her again, then lit a cigarette asking: "How many times did you come?"
"Oh, I don't know... at least five times."
Then, while he played with her titties and slit, she apparently getting great pleasure as he did so, he asked: "How many times do you come when your husband fucks you?"
She replied in a disgusted tone: "Not at all. He no sooner puts it in, than he squirts just teasing me, leaving me so excited that I have to satisfy myself with my fingers!"
"But why don't you tell him to treat you better?"
"I do, but he says that all men fuck alike., that there is no different way... but I know different! He does not dream that I get myself some cock on the side now and then. A piece of real tail! I often think that I can make him do it a second time... it would take longer and perhaps I could go off... but... of no use. He can't raise another hard-on; often I try very hard, by taking it in my mouth... but no success. You can't imagine how far such a man can drive a woman... insanely mad for want of it. Then after taking it into my mouth and kissing it stiff, I quickly put him in my pussy when, with one push... he goes off... all the work for nothing, leaving me worse off than before. He nearly drives me crazy... he simply won't fuck me properly.
Horage stepped up closer to her saying: "You must show me that... that's a new one on me. I never had it done that way to me."
He was still holding her white titties, which looked very good to me.
"I don't believe that, Mr. Horage," said she. "I am sure that you could have any woman you wanted... they will all be only too glad to do that for you."
In my hiding place I thought the same and would be glad to do anything for him.
"No," he remarked, "I want it done that way to me. Come on... show me!"
He pushed her back on the barrel, still holding her titties, stood very close to her.
"But this is not necessary with you," she said, "you will get a hard-on without that."
At which he pulled out his cock, which now hung down soft and limber, saying: "See, he will not get stiff again!"
She took hold of it, saying: "You are getting me all excited again, and I haven't got any time... I must go... " but he kept on caressing her, playing with her titties. Suddenly she stooped and took it in her mouth! It was now his turn to cry: "Mother -Mary -this so good!"
At that moment I heard someone descending the cellar stairs, which they seemed to engrossed to notice. Unthinkingly I called out: "Some one is coming!" and darted away from my hiding place.
Thunderstruck, they stared at me, unable to move. Mr. Horage put his enormous pecker back in his trousers and buttoned them hurriedly. He then helped Mrs. Terrine button up her blouse again. I stepped up beside them, also afraid of who might be coming. We stood there staring at each other... they looking very much ashamed, but saying nothing. It happened to be the landlord of the building, however, and he passed, nodding to us, and seemed to notice nothing unusual in our appearance. He got a broom from the corner and went back upstairs.
Mr. Horage stood staring at the wall, not daring to look at me. Mrs. Terrine, seeing that he would not talk, caught my hands, crying: "Did you see anything, dearie?"
I shook my head at first, then laughed. She said: "No, you saw nothing." I then said.
"I saw the whole thing!"
She became frightened and seemed about to run away but thought better of it. She continued to hold me and they looked at each other helplessly. Mr. Horage put his hand in his pocket and took out a silver coin, whole franc, which he handed to me.
I was much pleased at this turn of affairs as I had expected a good thrashing at least. Now, however, all my anxiety vanished as I realized that they were afraid of me. I laughed, starting to go, but Mrs. Terrine called me back, saying in a wheedling way: "Come here, little one!"
As I came to her, she put an arm around me and said in a friendly way: "Now tell us... what did you really see?" As I did not answer her, she said: "Come now, tell me... tell what you know!" And still, as I did not answer, she said: "You see, you know nothing, because you saw nothing."
"Oh yes, I did!"
"Well, then talk... don't be afraid of Mr. Horage. If you tell Mr. Horage he will give you a present... or he'll show you something nice. Well -now -?"
So I whispered into her ear: "First you sat on the barrel and Mr. Horage was between your legs!" She hugged me tightly, saying: "Well, go on!"
I took out her titties, showing how Horage had played with them.
She asked: "Well, anything else?"
"I saw you take his thing in your mouth."
Still holding me tightly in her arms, she asked: "And do you know what that is called?"
Mr. Horage came closer to us; she winked at him as she again asked me. Anxious to show I was not so green, I answered: "Yes, Mrs. Terrine," as she asked me again: "Come, my dear girl; then tell me or rather tell us what it is?"
I snuggled close to her, refusing to tell. She reached over, took Mr. Horage's cock, which was again stiff and straight, and as I watched closely, she said, as she stroked its head: "Now, won't you tell?"
As I was silent, she put my hand on his cock, to which I did not object, but slowly worked the foreskin back and forth smiling up at him at the same time. His knees began to quiver. Mrs. Terrine pushed my head down until my mouth was close to it... I could not resist, but took it in my mouth and... began to suck it myself! I could feel the pulsations in it. It was so long that I could get but a quarter of its length into my mouth. I was sucking and licking it and Mrs. Terrine then said: "Don't squirt; I want some too!"
She put me down off her lap and at once buried his cock into her cunt as far as she could take it; turning to me, she said: "Now... oh, you know what it is called?" I said, "Fuck!"
Now Mr. Horage reached under my dress and began playing with my pussy, putting one finger after the other; he finally forced his little finger in. My legs shook with pleasure... I seemed to be burning up! In this manner we all three went off together.
Having finished, Mr. Horage, while buttoning his trousers, remarked: "The child is an artist."
Mrs. Terrine smilingly said: "I saw that at once, she is a little wench, a natural whore!"
She asked me: "Have you fucked before?"
I naturally denied it, but she insisted: "I don't believe it... don't lie; how often have you done it?"
But I insisted: "Never! Only I have seen it done at home." telling them the same story I had told Mr. Eveque. She and I then went upstairs, Mr. Horage remaining in the cellar. She seemed now like a partner; and I was very proud of this community of interest with a grown-up woman.
This was something different from Anie and Mizzi and the rest. I thought of Felix having fucked her, up in the garret, and as he had often fucked me too, it seemed as if there was a bond between us; as we got upstairs, I confessed I had not told her truth before and I now owned up that I had done it before. She wanted to know all about it; how often, with whom. I said possibly ten times or more.
I now played my trump card and said: "With several boys... one of them Felix, the big boy, Anie's brother; you know him!"
She still denied it, but I kept on saying: "You surely remember him, he helped you to carry the wash to the attic." She said: "Oh, yes I remember him now." Leaning close to her, I whispered: "You know... he told me all about it!" She cut me short saying: "Shut your mouth!" That settled that.
A few days later I saw Mr. Horage going into the cellar. I called "hello" to him, and spying me, and making sure that no one was in sight, he called to me: "Come along into the cellar."
I was only too glad to go. As we reached the dark passageway, he turned, and catching my head, pressed my face to the front of his trousers. I immediately put my hand into his pants and took out his cock, which I held in both of my hands, rubbing it gently.
He remarked: "How nicely you do that."
After such a praise, I tried hard to please him... I reached into his pants and began to play with his testicles, with the other hand continually rubbing the foreskin back and forth.
"Take it in your mouth!" he begged.
I refused. I don't know why, but I wanted to do it somewhere else.
"I will give you another franc if you will take it in your mouth! "he said.
But I still declined, saying to him: "Do it to me like you did Mrs. Terrine!"
In great astonishment, he asked: "You want me to fuck you...?"
I nodded. He then said: "But child, you are too small!"
I kept on playing with his cock, rubbing my cunt against it and trying to put it into my hole, saying: "I am not either too small... I can fuck!"
"But you haven't any hair on it!"
"That makes no difference... I want to get fucked!"
"Have you ever done it?"
As I nodded, he said: "How often?"
I said, "Several times."
He lifted me up and held me astride his hips, the same as one would carry a child, holding me with one hand while I put my arms around his neck. With his other hand, he lifted my clothes up and opened my slit with his fingers... and then started to put his cock! I could feel the head going into me... I jumped up and down trying to help! It would not go, however. After trying for some time, he put me down, saying: "No! It won't go like this!"
I noticed how red his cock had gotten from the rubbing against my body. He sat down on a small keg and rolling a smaller one in front of him, he turned to me and then drew me to him, with my back to him, standing on the small keg. This pleased me greatly, as I thought he was going to do it from behind as Robert had done in bed, but instead of that, he ordered me to bend forward. I did so, bracing my elbows on another keg, my little tail up in the air. I turned and saw his wetting his cock with his saliva. He said that would make it go in easier. Then, raising my dress up over my ass, he got up, leaned over me in the same position that I was in. He then started boring his cock into my ass hole... I was much frightened at this turn of affairs. I wanted to scream, but he quieted me saying: "If it hurts, tell me."
He then reached down in front and while forcing his cock into my rectum... he pushed his finger into my snatch! "Does it hurt?" he asked.
Although it did hurt a little, his finger in my cunt and the wonderful sensation, and I stretched up to raise my ass up, saying: "No!"
He bored a little deeper and again asked if it hurt me. I said "no" again.
He then pushed further until I feared that his cock must be all the way into me. He told me, later, that he could only get about half of it in. At first I was disgusted to think of his sticking his prick into my ass-hole, but as he worked on, I became calmer; the fear of being hurt disappeared and it felt so good that I began to moan with pleasure.
He immediately asked me if it hurt me. I could hardly answer... so excited I was!
He then withdrew his prick, anxiously asking whether it had hurt me. This was an unpleasant interruption to a wonderful sensation, and I stretched up to raise my ass up, saying: "No, no! It don't hurt... Please leave it in and keep on fucking."
He put in there... there... "Oh! but that feels so grand and good!"
He was very gentle about it, and kept playing with my pussy all the time. Finally he was all in. I could not help thinking of the ragged boy that fucked me in the bushes and who was the first one to get my maidenhead... of the soldier who tried so hard but could not make it; of Robert who had succeeded in getting it part way in, and of Mr. Eveque, the thoughts made me so excited that I was almost beside myself. To feel it better, I several times pinched my ass cheeks together tightly, greatly affecting Mr. Horage so that, he leaned forward, clutching me to him, working violently, whispering: "You darling... that's right... pinch some more -you sweet little whore -you must let me fuck you thoroughly every day. I'll meet you here tomorrow and every day!"
"Every day?" I asked.
"Yes, every damned day, you darling little whore! Every day I want to fuck you!" This conversation brought me up to still greater pitch of excitement.
"You want to fuck me every day... but that will be impossible! Don't you think so?"
"Why will it? " pushing still harder.
"But should Mrs. Terrine come?"
"Nonsense!" he whispered, "I like you a great deal better, with your small hole and bare pussy!"
"I don't believe it!"
"But I tell you!"
He was now in me so far that I could feel his balls bumping against my legs.
"But," I reminded him, "Mrs. Terrine had big titties."
"I don't care... you will soon have big ones too."
.'No, not for a long time yet."
Then he comforted me by telling me: "Just do lots of fucking and they will grow fast, never fear."
I was so pleased at this that I squeezed my ass-hole several times... he stopped talking and breathed very hard.
Suddenly he said: "This feels wonderful, Josie!"
I felt something warm inside of me and knew he was going off, his cock jerking furiously... his hot finger deep within my cunt. I felt one hot wave after another go through me... as though I were being tickled all over by being licked with a red hot tongue! I was breathing hard and moaning.
When I finally got up, the hot juice was running down my legs. I was all wet. It seemed as though I could feel his big sword inside of me. I was so dizzy I could hardly stand -my back ached. He was standing as though drunk, his long cock hanging down nearly to his knees, limber, dripping and wet. He took out his handkerchief; I took it from his hand and wiped his cock dry again.
"See here," he said, "you are an expert whore! Has this ever happened to you before? You seem to have had experience."
Without answering his query, I again started to talk of Mrs. Terrine's big titties. He remarked: "But I like you much better!"
That made me feel very proud, and I asked: "What if she happened to come down, who would you fuck, her or me?"
"Why... you! Beyond a doubt!"
"But what would Mrs. Terrine say?"
"Well, what could she say?"
Even at this early age, I was a true woman and loved flattery and admiration.
CHAPTER FOUR
I started for the stairs, but he held me back.
"Stay awhile," he said, sitting down on the beer keg, holding me between his knees, he asked: "Well, now, tell me the truth. Have you ever fucked before like this?"
"But never like today," I answered.
"Well, then how?"
"Never!"
"Don't lie now, you told me so yourself."
"Well... yes... then."
"And with whom?"
"With a strange man."
"Who was he?"
"A soldier."
"Where?"
"In the forest field."
"Perhaps you enjoyed it with him?"
"Oh, no."
"But with me you like to do it?"
I put my face against his and threw my arms around his neck, then I kissed him.
When I left him, he called out: "Au Revoir, Sweetheart!"
I did not see him again for several days.
As I did not see Mr. Horage for several days and as my affair with him had crowded Mr. Eveque completely out of my mind, I satisfied my longings in the old way with Pierre.
I continually watched my parents at night, to see if I could not once more catch them in the act. One night I saw father fucking mother from behind; another time mother was on top of him; one night I heard them talking, having been awakened by the noise of their bed. Mother and father were both naked and father was giving her the birdie. Her legs up on his shoulders, he screwed her with all his might and main.
He whispered: "I am coming...!" But mother said, "No, no, wait... old humper... wait for me."
But father went off and letting go mother's legs, sank down on the bed exhausted. This displeased mother greatly, and she angrily said: "Is that nice of you? I didn't even go off!"
After a few minutes, mother said: "Can't you do it once more?"
Father murmured: "Perhaps, after a while."
Now mother was very angry, and she said: "Oh hell... later on you will be snoring so it will be impossible for me to wake you."
"But I can't do it now."
"Well then, why didn't you hold back... I want some too." After a few minutes, she asked again: "Can't you make him stand now?"
"Not now. Wait!"
Then mother said: "I will make him stand!"
She sat up in bed and taking father's lance in her hand, she began to play with it. Father played with her titties, but in about a quarter of an hour, nothing happened, he said: "You see... its no use!"
Mother, almost in tears by this time said: "What can we do?"
"Nothing," said father, "let up, he won't stand anymore.' Mother, almost weeping, kept on playing with him, finally said: "My hand is tired. I must try something else."
She stooped down and began to suck and lick him. I could hear her plainly. At last she stopped crying and said: "Well, he just won't come. Oh Lord! What can a woman do with a man like you? You push it in once or twice and then get off, never thinking that a woman wants some too."
Father said nothing, but mother kept on: "What shall I do? With your teasing, my playing with it and taking it in my mouth... you almost drive me wild! What would you say if I pushed you away just as you were about to go off? I suppose that you would go somewhere else and get it? Oh, you men can help yourselves; you would simply go and get a whore, but I... what would happen if I fucked another man?"
"Oh, do what you like about it!"
"So... ? I will remember that! Don't think for a minute that I can't get 'that'. I can get another man to do that for me."
At that, father sat up, threw mother over, reached for her slit, put his fingers into it and began playing with her titties with his other hand. Pretty soon I heard mother breathe very hard, saying: "Now! Now! Push your finger away up!... I am coming... Oh... Oh! -That was good!"
Father said, "Thank God. Let my poor pecker rest!"
I soon heard them snoring peacefully. I seemed the only one awake, all excited, and wishing I could get a little piece, not knowing which I should prefer, Pierre, Felix, Robert, Mr. Eveque, the soldier, the ragged boy or Mr. Horage? But I could have none of them, so I gave myself a good rubbing with my fingers and fell asleep.
I had become familiar with several of the boys in the neighborhood. This was probably due to something in my eyes or looks which seemed to give them courage to ask me for a romp, and I would let them screw me. Of course they were all wicked boys, the same as my brother, screwing their sis s or such of their friends as they could get. Whenever I happened to meet one of these boys on the stairs or in the street, he would slap me on the ass or feel between my legs. If I liked him I'd feel in his pants; if not, I would turn away.
With the girls I had very little to do. In school I was very quiet. If I did talk with one of the girls, she would immediately start to tell me how much she knew about fucking, or else she would look at me in disgust, when I mentioned it, and shun me afterwards, if she was one of those nice girls.
With the boys it sometimes happened that if I felt of the cock of one of them, and he took the hint, we would slip into the cellar, which was always open, quickly snatch a piece, standing up, then hurry away.
I had probably done it with eight different boys during this period.
I especially remember two of the boys; one of them later becoming very closely connected with Mr. Eveque, in my story.
I will relate further, concerning these boys. One of my boy friends was a lad named Alois, the son of our landlord; a fine boy, blonde hair, always faultlessly dressed in a brown velvet suit with knickerbocker pants. He was about twelve years old. I really believe that I was in love with him. Every time that I met him I was nervous and excited. He seemed to be a very proud boy and carried his head high, as though he considered himself above the rest of us.
I felt ashamed and humble in his presence, but could not resist staring at him. He would give me a short look when we met, then haughtily turn away. He was always accompanied by a nurse; a middle-aged woman, very stout, with one lame shoulder.
I accidentally met him alone one day, while I was sneaking around the cellar door, looking for some boy; it did not much matter which one, for I was horny and wanted to fuck! I said: "Have you ever been in a cellar?"
He answered, "No, never."
"Well, let's go down together."
To this he agreed, and on the stairs, he whispered: "Are you sure nobody will see us?"
This brought us more intimate than ever and also on friendly terms, and I knew that I had him where I wanted him. Still, not daring to touch him, I replied: "Why, there is no one there."
He said nothing as we went down the dark passage, but stopping suddenly, he began to pat me on the cheek. I was so happy at this notice that I held my breath. He now grew more bold and began to stroke my titties, and as I did not object he let his hand stray lower and lower down until he was rubbing my pussy. I was now quivering with delight all over. He pressed me harder, as I leaned against the wall, he said: "Shall we do it?"
At first I resisted, saying: "What if somebody should come?"
But he lifted my dress and I felt his cock rubbing against my cunt.
I was so worked up by this time I went off as soon as I felt the head of it entering my vagina. His face was still sober, but he must have gone also as I felt my pussy getting all wet. He remained quiet, always with that serious look. Putting his hands under my ass and pressing me tight to him, with one shove... I felt his whole cock entering me. It was a short thick one, but... it was all inside me!
For several moments he did not move, then he began a roundabout, revolving movement, as if trying to enlarge the hole, but keeping it all the way in. I moaned and once more felt myself going off.
He slowly withdrew it and pushed it in again, repeating this operation five or six times, I felt him quickly squirt. There was not much, but nevertheless he really went off... his cock convulsing as he went off inside of me. I, coming right along with him for the third time.
When he finished, he wiped his cock on my shirt and put it back in his pants. He then remarked, patting me on the cheek: "You screw better than Clementine."
Not knowing who Clementine was, I said nothing, but did not wonder, as I felt sure that such a fine boy could get almost any girl he wanted. As he was about to leave me he said: "Come to my house tomorrow afternoon; my parents are going out and I will be alone!"
The next afternoon, I rang the doorbell. The cook came to the door and I bashfully inquired if Alois was in.
"Yes, the young master is there," showing me to a beautiful room, elegantly furnished, which appeared to me like a Paradise.
Alois showed me around the room and then showed me his bed, which was very beautiful. He also showed me a large couch covered with light, blue material, saying as he pointed to the bed: "That is where I sleep," and to the couch: "and the nurse sleeps here."
He then showed me his picture books, his soldiers, guns and swords. I never had known that a child could have so many luxuries and that it could be possible to do the thing that we had done in the dark cellar in such a beautiful room.
In a few minutes, the nurse, who always accompanied him to and from school, came in, so we were not alone after all, as I had been led to expect, and then I gave up all hope of repeating the very delightful performance of the day before.
She smiled very pleasantly.
The nurse sat down on the couch and began to knit, paying no attention whatsoever to us playing at the table.
Suddenly Alois got up and going over to the fat nurse, began playing with her titties.
I was naturally astounded at this effrontery, that I could not say a word.
She pushed him away murmuring: "But Alois," glancing at me.
"Never mind her," he said, "Josie is wise and understands everything."
Then he again put his hands on her protruding breasts. She made no further objection, saying: "But won't she tell?"
Instead of replying, I got up and began to play with one of her breasts, pressing and squeezing it gently. It was soft and mushy and her face began to get very red. Alois had already taken out his peter and put it in the nurse's hand. She started to play with it, but not as I always done it; taking it between her thumb and her middle finger, she began playing with the head, tapping it with her forefinger, so the foreskin kept drawing further back.
"Do you know what this is?" she asked, her face in a wide grin. "Oh, yes," I said. "And what is it called?"
"A prick!" I said in a low tone.
"And what do you do with such a prick?"
"Fuck...!" I whispered in reply.
She began to breathe faster as she quickened her play on his prick, saying: "And what does the prick fuck?" at the same time smacking her lips.
"The cunt!" Alois answered for me. He had loosened the nurse's waist. I had learned that her name was Clementine, it was her that he referred to yesterday.
He was playing with her flabby, bare tits. She now turned to him and began questioning him. I assumed that this was a game they both often played with each other.
"What does the prick do in a cunt?"
"Fuck!" he answered, in the same quiet way that made him so charming to me.
"What other name has it?"
Then Alois began to enumerate: "Pruntz, screw, shag, nookie, booty, ass, tail, cunt, poomtang, gash, frig, diddle, scrotch, meat... etc."
This was coming pretty strong, but my little slit was so hot that I was delighted at hearing so many names for the delightful amusement.
"What else can the prick do?" she asked him.
"Tickle the rectum or ass-hole, go into the mouth, between the titties, between the legs, between the ass cheeks, under the arm-pits, etc."
"And what does Alois want to do now?"
Without answering, he pushed her back. She closed her eyes and panted heavily. Loosening her blouse, he took out her titties. I noticed how far they hung down; the nipples standing out like little fingers. Alois then took the first one and then the other, sucking at the nipples with all his might, each time that Clementine jerked the corresponding shoulder after Alois had sucked the nipple on that, said: "Oh, how wonderful!"
Then he raised her dress disclosing her short, naked legs. He smoothed the skirt out over her stomach, so that they would not bunch up; stepping between her legs, he spread her black, hairy cunt, which was of an enormous size, and deftly slipped his short, thick prick in to the hilt. Clementine reached hotly behind his ass and clasping one of his ass cheeks in each hand, drew him to her tightly; he pushed with all his might, she still holding him so that it would not slip out.
Clementine closed her eyes and gasped for breath, holding a tittie in each hand, Alois worked like a clock, as grave as he had when he fucked me the day before in the cellar at the school.
After working like this for a few minutes, Clementine said: "Now for the end, with pleasure," and at the same time releasing his ass cheeks. I noticed him slowly withdraw his cock. She jumped with pleasure; slowly he put it in again; she acting as though she were having a fit, which threatened to tear her in two. Again he slowly withdrew, Clementine seeming to be choking; slowly he put it in again; she trembling all over. Alois, always grave and sober, repeated this five or six times, always watching her face. As soon as her features relaxed, after the spasm of spending was over, she sank back exhausted; Alois, getting red in the face, after several quick pushes, also sank forward; his face falling between her naked titties.
He had also gone off. For several seconds he lay in this position.
I had got so excited I could hardly resist the temptation to jerk myself off.
They both got up and Alois wiped himself on her undershirt.
We all three sat on the couch and Clementine smiling at me, asked: "Well, did you like it?"
I only smiled, as Alois who sat on the other side of her looked at me. She asked: "Do you understand that already?"
I did not dare deny it, and yet I did not want to confess, so I just smiled, which of course, was really the same as admitting it.
"Well," she remarked, "we will see," and without further talk, she raised my skirt and began to examine me. While feeling around my pussy, she remarked: "Oh my... a lot had happened there!"
Carefully, before I realized what she was up to, she began boring her little finger into me. Turning to Alois, she said: "You can get it in there all right."
She noticed how I was trembling and said: "Shall he fuck you now?"
Without hesitation, I answered: "Yes! Yes!"
I was afraid that I would have to go home without what I had come for. She said to him: "Well, won't you give this nice girl a piece? What do you say?"
As he got up to come over to me, she stopped him, saying: "Wait! I must make you another hard-on!"
This certainly seemed necessary as his cock hung down soft and limber. He undoubtedly had too much intercourse with her for a boy of his age.
I should have been too glad to attend to this detail myself, but I soon saw something I had not before witnessed. She took his little limber prick in her mouth, wet it with her tongue, and then squeezing her titties together she put his cock between them... it look exactly as though he was putting it into a big, soft ass-hole. This seemed to again arouse her passion, and I began to fear that after all, I would be cheated out of my pleasure.
She kept up a continual stream of talk.
"Where is my Alois now? Now he is with his nice titties isn't he? But Alois had a good Clementine; no one else would do that for him. Her little man can fuck her as often as he likes. Isn't that so?" Half turning to me, she said: "In the night, when everything is quiet, he crawls out of his bed, and comes to my couch, and then we do it... he does it fine! His nurse taught how to do it properly, didn't she, Alois?"
I began to think that it was all off; that this selfish old bag would take it all, but just then he withdrew his cock, which was again erect and stiff, saying: "Well, shall I take Josie now?"
I could hardly resist taking hold of it, but feared the nurse, who seemed to be considering whether she would permit him to fuck me or not. I remained quiet, hardly daring to breathe. I do not know what her motive in remaining silent was, whether she contemplated watching us perform, or what. At length she gave consent, moved to one side of the couch, made me lie down with my head on her lap. Alois immediately lifted my skirts, got up on top of me, opened my slit with his fingers, with one push... forced his cock into me much farther and more satisfactorily than the day before, and we were not obliged to stand. I wanted to talk to him and fondle him as he was now pushing back and forth regularly, but Clementine was continually looking into my face and kept up a steady stream of talk, I felt bashful and did not dare to take any liberties.
"Have you got it in?" she asked.
"He is all in!" I whispered.
She put her hand down between our bellies, first playing with my slit, and then with Alois' balls.
I had to cough, because her breasts were pressing against my face. She straightened up, still questioning: "Is it good?"
I did not reply, but closed my eyes. "I say," she again remarked, "Alois fucks good, doesn't he?"
"Yes," I answered beginning to work my ass up and down. "Have you ever had it as good as that?" she wanted to know.
"No!" I said, for I never had experienced such pleasure. "With whom do you fuck at other times?" she demanded. "With Felix," I replied, since he was not living at our house any longer. But she would not rest.
"Who else?" she asked in a very stern and authoritative voice.
I had to answer, "With Robert."
"Goon."
"With my brother."
Half crazed with pleasure and excitement the names slipped from me.
In my frenzied condition I gave no thought to the consequences.
Fortunately she asked no further question, but seemed to have conceived a new idea. Unbuttoning my waist, she pushed it down, baring my little titties. She moistened her fingers and began playing with the nipples, which were perfectly flat. As she played faster and faster, like a tongue licking them, they began to get hard and stand out, and with Alois now moving around in me as though trying to enlarge my hole, the tickling was so great that I almost went wild. I began to moan softly, murmuring: "I am coming... I am coming!"
Meeting every move, Alois worked faster and faster. A feeling of heat suffused my entire body... I trembled... I felt as though I could not stand it any longer. Alois whispered: "Now the end... with pleasure!"
As he slowly withdrew his prick, I squeezed my cunt together, fearful of losing this final, great pleasure, but he pushed it back into me again! Clementine still playing with my titties; a wonderful stretching sensation went through me from my toes to the top of my head... I went off three times in succession! I let out a short scream and Clementine put her hand over my mouth. I felt a burning stream pouring into my vagina as Alois squirted, and I came too again, and then spent again while which was the fourth time. I had never done this before. Her hand was held tightly over my mouth, preventing me from screaming, which I would surely have done; I started to lick the palm of her hand in my excitement.
I was forced to remain on the couch for at least an hour. I was so thoroughly exhausted and tired from what I had gone through... that I was unable to move. I was completely fucked out... as the saying goes.
Clementine, however, was far from satisfied. I saw that she still had him standing before her on the couch, she sitting in front of him. She again put his cock between her titties, but as he pulled it out, it hung down limber and soft. She then put it in her mouth, at the same time tickling his balls; then putting her face between his legs, she began tickling him between his cock and his ass-hole.
In astonishment, I saw his cock slowly rising; finally it was once more hard and stiff and ready for business. Clasping her by her ears, he pushed his cock into her mouth as far as it could go and began working it back and forth very slowly. I saw from the movement of her cheeks that she was sucking hard. She then wanted to withdraw it, but he commanded her in his quiet manner, to hold still!
I was surprised to see how she obeyed him, quietly permitting him to fuck her in the mouth. He kept this up for quite a while. I simply stared. I had lost all my passion and excitement. I was simply exhausted.
Once more she begged him: "Come sonny, let us fuck," but he becoming angry, said: "Damn you, hold still."
She allowed him to return it to her mouth, moving as before.
It was obvious that he was going to finish in this manner, suddenly he cried out: "Now the end, with pleasure."
He slowly withdrew it from her red lips, almost to the end, and then slowly pushed it in again; at this she suddenly went wild, shouting: "No! No! You must fuck me!" and seizing him as one would a small child, she threw him on his back on the couch and placing herself astride of him, she pushed his prick up into her cunt, jumped up and down like mad, until she blew her hump, and then sank back, exhausted, completely hiding him under her great bulk.
She then served us with chocolates such as I had never tasted before.
CHAPTER FIVE
When I was ready to leave, she accompanied me to the door.
In the dark hallway, she put her hand under my dress, squeezed my cunny and kissed me.
She then handed me a silver coin, again admonishing me not to tattle, and that I might come again.
I opened the door and left for home.
The other boy that I mentioned, as I recollect, lived several doors form us on the same street. His name was Raoul. I liked him very much. He was thirteen years of age, pale and slender and very handsome, with dark eyes and hair. We were accustomed to bid each other the time of day as we passed, but aside from this had held no conversation. Since he was in the same class at school as my brother Jean, and very friendly with him, I feared to attempt what was in my mind.
I felt that he must be very chaste like my brother Jean. He often visited Jean, but he always was so sober and grave that I feared to start anything with him, albeit he was very friendly with me.
He happened to come in one afternoon when Jean was not at home, he and Pierre having gone to the place where father worked to deliver a message. As this was quite some distance, I knew they would be some time and mother was busy in the laundry.
I informed him Jean was not home and he was about to leave. I asked him to come in and stay awhile at which he hesitated. I then fibbed a little, saying that Jean would soon return, and as he seemed hesitant, I told him I was afraid to stay alone.
He then came in reluctantly. We were both very bashful and embarrassed. I took him from the kitchen into the living room, and after a time our bashfulness wore off. He said nothing; I also remained silent. I snuggled close to him to which he did not object, but smiled at me. I put my arms around his neck, rubbing my body closely against him. I thought that with this encouragement he would surely feel my pussy or take out his cock and put it in my hands, but, he did neither; simply stood still and smiled. This was too slow; I went to bed, laid down on my back and said; "Come over here!"
As he approached, I began to raise my dress, saying: "Now you don't see anything." I raised them a little higher. "Still you don't see anything."
He sat perfectly still and showed no interest whatsoever.
I raised them above my stockings.
"Still, you see nothing!"
He made no move, simply smiled bashfully.
"But, now," I called, as I completely uncovered my pussy. I wore no panties that afternoon, "Now what?"
He stood still while I waited; my excitement arose still higher as I realized that his cock would fit my cunt just as Alois' had. I was anxious to see it, to hold it, to feel it in me!
I reached for his trousers. He stepped back, saying in a low, sorrowful voice: "I can't do it!"
"Why not?" as I jumped from the bed.
"I just can't do it!" he whispered.
"So show me!" I said again reaching for his pants. "Show me why you can't."
Reaching into his pants, I drew out his cock. It was thin and very long. I noticed that the foreskin was drawn away back on the head, which was a new one to me, but he could stand just as stiff and straight as any of them. I was so anxious to have this lovely object put in its proper place, that I immediately raised my dress, but he fought me off, saying: "Let me go, I can't do it!"
"You can, too!" I said.
"No, I cannot!"
"You lie, you can, but you don't want to do it."
"No, I really can't," he said in a sad tone. I was surprised.
I was almost ready to believe him and was curious to know what was the reason, but still held his cock in my hand. He turned away, however, put his cock back in his pants and buttoned them up again, saying: "It is impossible, I tell you!"
My anger arose.
"You lie! You don't want to screw! If you really don't just say so, but don't lie like that." He came toward me.
"I am not lying," he said, then felt my crack, but without raising my skirt. He hesitated a moment, then again said: "No I simply cannot do it!"
"But why?"
"On account of these damned women!" he blurted out. "What women?"
"I have had to fuck twice already today," he said.
I did not believe it. "Who do you mean?" I asked. He repeated: "Twice already," he said, "and if I fuck you now, I won't be able to get another hard-on for tonight, and she'll whip me."
"But who?"
"My mother!"
"Your mother!"
"Yes."
"She will whip you if your prick won't stand."
"Yes."
"But why? You don't mean to say that you fuck your own mother?"
"I must," he said, now almost in tears. "These Godforsaken women, they are all alike."
"And you have fucked her twice already?"
"Oh no. Her turn comes tonight."
"Well then, who did you fuck?"
"My sisters."
"Your sisters?"
"Yes, both of them."
"And if I fuck you now, it will not stand for me tonight when I get in bed with my mother and then she'll know I fucked Fleur and Wanda, and she'll whip me."
After saying so much, he decided to tell me the whole story, seeming to be much relieved to confide in someone.
He had never known his father, as he had died when Raoul was a baby. I had often seen his sisters and his mother, who was a thin, scrawny woman, with beautiful black hair and eyes, like Raoul. Fleur, the eldest, was eighteen, a blonde, slender girl, with lots of freckles and well-developed, pointed titties. Wanda, the younger sister, was sixteen, short, plump, with developed titties, and a broad back-side. She had been seduced when only twelve years old, by a book agent, who canvassed, from house to house. Finding her alone at home one afternoon, he had not raped or forced her, by any means; as she was perfectly willing to be seduced. She had started to develop quite young and was at that time already casting eyes at the men.
She told her brother Raoul of this adventure, also showing him how the book agent had done it, and after that they often played at this game.
One day as they were in the midst of their fun, Fleur surprised him.
She stood quietly looking at them.
They hastily jumped up fearing a good real thrashing.
They thought Fleur would tell on them.
She simply asked: "What are you doing?"
Not receiving any answer, she said no more, but that night after the family had retired, and Raoul was sleeping in the same room with her, she called to him. As he came to her, she asked: "What were you doing with Wanda today?"
"Nothing!"
"So... ? Well at least you had her dress up and her titties out."
"Oh, we were just playing."
"Show me how you played."
As he did not move, Fleur, lifting the covers, said: "Come in, lie down alongside of me," and as he crawled into bed with his sister, he noticed that she was entirely naked. He at once began to play with her titties which he had long admired.
She took hold of his cock. She was so nervous she could hardly talk.
He had also become very much excited and passionate.
Yet he was afraid as he had heretofore only fucked Wanda in the daytime, with all her clothes on.
As a little boy, he had feared and respected Fleur, the older, and it did not seem possible that he was now here in bed with her playing with her round, warm titties and she playing with his cock.
"Have you often done it to Wanda?" she asked.
"Yes," he confessed, "often."
"Shall I tell mother?" she asked and fondled his stiff cock.
"No, please don't say anything," he begged, but she continued: "And now you are here in bed with me, playing with my titties and rubbing against me with your cock. Just wait until I tell mother in the morning."
"Oh no. You can't say that for you called me in."
"Like fun I did. Mother will believe me before she will you. I'll tell her that you came over and tried to fuck me, and I'll tell her you have been fucking Wanda."
At that she moved closer to him, again giving him her titties to play with, but as he tried to get away, she held on to his cock and said: "Stay here, you must. I won't say anything. Don't be afraid. I only want you to screw me too."
At that he climbed on top of her. She pushed his cock away up into her so... that he felt the lips and soft hair-cushion surrounding her pussy! He tried very hard, but she was still a virgin, which made it very difficult. Finally reaching behind her and pulling her to him, he gave one great push... and succeeded in getting in.
He went off at once! After groaning several times, Fleur also seemed satisfied. She then sent him back to his own bed!
The next morning he noticed blood spots on his shirt and Fleur told him they came from her maidenhead.
It was only a short time until Wanda discovered what was going on between her brother and sister, night after night, so she joined them and now he had to take care of both sisters.
Whether the mother suspected something from his pale appearance or overheard them during the night, he did not know, but one night as Raoul had fallen asleep in Fleur's bed, she came in, woke them and ordered Raoul back to his own bed. In the morning she said: "It is not proper for a boy to sleep with his own sisters."
Fleur said at once: "He is afraid."
The mother then declared: "If he is afraid from now on, he shall sleep in my room."
So his bed was moved into his mother's bed room beside her own. At night she came in and then stepped up close to him and hugged him tightly, so that he should not be frightened. She put his hands on her breasts and he played with them until he fell asleep. Her breasts were not so round and large as his sister's, but of course, well developed.
This went on for several nights, Raoul becoming more courageous.
One night she took him to bed with her and he snuggled up close to her and she noticed how stiff and hard his little cock was.
She felt it against her side... felt it quiver. Pressing his hands tighter against her titties, he heard her cough nervously, moving away every time his cock touched her bare thighs. After several nights of this sort of thing, as he rubbed it against her she did not move, but slowly put her hand down and began fondling his cock, then suddenly pulling him over her... she pushed it up into her cunt... pressing her titties against his face and whispered: "Now... push... my boy -my own son -push! Mother will let you! Push harder... ! Faster... ! My own son -Faster!
Raoul told me that from that night on he had to fuck his mother at least twice a night, sometimes standing up, something sideways, then from behind, in fact, in every conceivable way. His sisters soon discovered what was going on nightly; they were not afraid anymore, but followed the poor boy all day, so that he was constantly forced to fuck either his sisters or his mother in all possible positions and places.
There was not a nook or corner in the house that they had not tackled him in. He had to fuck on chairs, on tables, on the floor, the kitchen bench, standing or lying, in all shapes and manners possible.
The sisters had long since lost all sense of shame and soon took turns, while one watched the performance, as soon as it was finished, she would take it in her mouth, sucking and licking it to make it hard again so that she could get hers while the other sister looked on. In a short time the mother got reckless and joined with her daughters.
At first, a lot of jealousy, causing trouble, sprang up, but, finally they agreed to share him equally among the three, so that often the sisters would call him at night and the mother would let him go.
After satisfying both sisters, he would return. In the meantime, the mother would again become passionate and as soon as he returned, would start playing with him, taking it in her mouth, doing everything possible to make him another erection, so as to satisfy herself.
Often, when he made the rounds of the three, his mother watching the others, would force him to fuck her again.
This would make it four times in succession he was forced to undergo.
She noticed that he was getting weak and haggard-looking, so she forbade the girls using him during the day time, so when she discovered that he fucked during the day and was unable to do his duty at night, she gave him a whipping.
As he told me this story, growing angrier all the time, damning the three women, I became more passionate.
I tried several times to take hold of his cock, but he, in his quiet way, begged me to leave him alone.
At last, I raised my skirts and forced him to play with my pussy, but to no avail.
Suddenly we heard the kitchen door open, interrupting our conversation. I was shaking with passion and nervous fright. It was Mr. Eveque, just returning home. Now my longing turned to him, thinking that he must satisfy me! I dismissed Raoul in such haste, that he was astonished, not knowing what to think of such actions.
I eagerly ran to Mr. Eveque, whom I had avoided since my affair with Mr. Horage in the cellar and Alois in Clementine's lap, but now, in my present state, my passions aroused to the highest pitch, I certainly was pleased to see him! I thought of his cock, which I was curious to see and fondle again, of the endearments that he had bestowed upon me, and at the same time thought of Raoul's mother and sisters, of whom I was now heartily jealous, for they had a cock whenever they wanted it... forgetting all about Pierre, my brother, who was now only too glad to fuck me whenever I asked him... for a long time now he did not interest me anymore.
I ran up to Mr. Eveque and before he had time to speak... I had my hand in his pants... feeling for his cock; throwing my other arm around his neck... I whispered: "Hurry, hurry, before some one comes!"
I felt his cock get hard, but he answered: "Hurry? What for? What do you want?"
I was not bashful and he merely asked me so as to hear me say the words, and he well knew what I wanted. Without hesitation, I said: "I want to fuck you... quick!"
Without further ado, Mr. Eveque, trembling, threw himself onto me, nearly knocking me over, but I did not want it that way; holding his cock, I pulled him into the bedroom, threw myself on the bed; Mr. Eveque on trying to force his cock into me, nearly splitting me! I could stand this, so reaching down I cupped my hands around his cock, holding it just so that the head went in only. The pleasure was heavenly. I felt the pulse beats in his long cock and the head trembling in my slit. He pushed and pumped so that I wondered that I could ever want for any other man but him... the pleasure was so great, I called out: "Oh... just keep on... that is so good... fuck me harder!"
He seemed to lose his senses when I felt the hot fluid as he finally squirted. It seemed that I had tasted very little of this exquisite pleasure and was not nearly satisfied... but he was all in. Then I wiped him dry. I was anxious to teach him what I had learned from Mr. Horage, so I began playing with his cock. I wanted him to screw me in my ass-hole, so I took his cock between my thumb and middle finger, playing around the head with my forefinger as I had seen Clementine do to Alois, but as this did not seem to help, I took his limber cock in my mouth, sucking and licking it around the head with my tongue. With my hands I played in the hair which was tickling my eyes, and fondled his balls anxiously watching his cock grow stiff and hard again. At last he grabbed me, ready for another 'piece' but putting my arms around his neck, I whispered into his ear: "Don't you want to get it in farther?"
"Yes Yes!" he gasped "way in -but that won't go," as he tried to force his finger into my slit hard. I nearly screamed with pain, I pushed him away, saying: "No, not that way -but it will go!"
"But how?"
He wanted to know.
I turned my back to him, reached back between my legs, took his cock in my hand and inserted it in my ass-hole. He grunted like a pig, as his cock which I had moistened with my saliva -slipped into me -he pushing it in further and further -indeed it seemed farther than Mr. Horage had succeeded in doing. It felt so glorious when he began tickling my cunt, that I could not wish for anything more!
He had now become so wild with passion, that I had to push his finger away or he would have torn my poor cunt, it was already bleeding. I squeezed my ass-hole together -he groaned with pleasure -I enjoyed his groaning, so I squeezed repeatedly, but in consequence he went off before I wanted him to; exhausted he leaned against the wall. As I raised up, I shook with pleasure feeling as though his cock was still inside of me; at this, the semen that he had injected there, ran down inside my legs, tickling me as it dripped down -but I could not rest. Under the pretense of wiping him off, I again began pushing his foreskin back and forth, but he begged me to leave him alone. I was not satisfied! I was still thinking of Raoul -his mother, his two sisters, so unabashed in a way, I had never acted towards Mr. Eveque, I asked: " Have you ever fucked naked ? " He remarked, "Why, you have been in bed with me!"
To this I replied, "Yes, I mean all naked -without anything on?"
He asked, "Have you done it that way?"
"No!" I replied, "but I would like to. Have you ever done it that way?"
He smiled saying, "Of course! Why? I was married once."
"Did your wife die?"
"No, she is not dead."
"Then, where is she?"
"Why, she got to be a whore!"
I remembered Mr. Horage calling me that. I asked: "Well, then, perhaps I am a whore?"
"Oh no!" he laughed outright at this question, "you are my dear little Josie!"
At that he caressed me, and I, taking advantage of this, began playing with his cock.
"I never screwed a little girl like you; do you like to fuck so much?"
Instead of answering, I stooped over and took his cock into my mouth -so that the hair tickled my face -but he would not get stiff.
Eveque only murmured occasionally: "Oh-that feels so good!"
Then taking it out of my mouth, he rubbed it around my pussy with his hand; it tickled as if a big tongue was licking me!
"Is that good?" he asked.
"Yes! But why don't he stand up again!" I asked, "I want him to stand again!"
"If your mother knew what you are doing-" he suddenly remarked; I laughed saying: "Mother would like to have father's stand oftener."
Getting curious, he asked: "How do you know that?" still playing around my slit with his soft cock.
I told him of the scene that I had overheard. He listened eagerly and then said: "So she told him she would find someone else to fuck her?"
Just then, his cock rose up as stiff as ever; he put me on his lap, astride him, and forced his cock into me as far as it would go.
I began jumping up and down and started "going off" again, telling him: "I am coming -don't put it in so far -that hurts there -I am coming again -!"
At this, he asked, "Why wouldn't your mother let me fuck her?"
As I jumped up and down, I replied, "I don't know!" He said, "Ask you mother to let me. Will you do that for me?"
"You can, for all of me," I said, "but keep on, please oh! that feel so good!"
He was now fucking in grand style, of course, thinking of what I had told him, while my mind was on Raoul's mother and his two sisters.
"Do you think that she will let me?" he asked, coughing.
"Perhaps! I don't know," I answered as he began pushing harder. I warned him: "Not so deep!"
"I suppose with your mother I could get it away in?"
"Certainly!"
"Would you like to have me fuck your own mother?"
To please him, I answered: "Yes!"
Just then he began to squirt. I jumped up, but as he had not finished he got mad, saying: "Lay still, you imp -you fool -don't run away before I am through!" so I had to finish it with my hand. It seemed as though he would never get through.
As it became now dark, I went to bed, Mr. Eveque doing the same, but after a while I got up, went to his room, took off my chemise and stood before his bed -naked.
At first he did not want me, but soon began petting my naked body, my titties and my pussy, then rubbed my nipples with his wet finger tips, then my stomach and finally began to play with my pussy. by this time I was so passionate that I was trembling. I was afraid that someone might come in, so I pleaded: "Come on, Mr.-Eveque -hurry up!"
"Hurry? What for?" he asked.
I whispered, "I want to fuck you!"
"Now listen," he said, lifting me onto his bed and sitting me on his knee, trying to see my face in the dark: "I have fucked you three times already today and you still want it some more?"
"Yes, but naked!" I replied.
"Just look at your pussy! It is all done up for this evening!"
"But this is not from this evening," I said, not thinking.
"So! From when is it?" he said slipping his finger into my slit, which excited me still more. "So, who have you been screwing? It seems to me that you are doing 'it' entirely too much! Tell me, who was it?" and he kept on putting his finger into my pussy. I was almost crazy with excitement, but thinking quick, I decided to tell him about Mr. Horage, as he was also a grown-up man.
"Well? Who has been fucking you today besides me?" he asked, bending over me -filled with curiosity, still playing with my cunt: "Who? You must tell me!"
"Mr. Horage!" I replied.
He wanted to know all about it.
"The beer agent downstairs?" he asked.
I answered: "Yes!"
"Since when?"
"A long time!"
"Before I fucked you?"
"No, afterwards."
"Where did he catch you?"
"In the cellar."
"And how did it happen that he 'used you so hard'?"
"Because he has such a long cock."
"How long? Longer than mine?"
"Yes, much longer -but not so thick."
"And how often does he fuck you at a time?"
I lied to this saying, "Always five times."
At this he became excited, saying: "All right! Come on! I will fuck you once more!"
I slid under him. He raised my chemise away up and I felt his naked body against me, but it was no use; his cock was soft and would not stand up.
"Damn it!" he whispered, "and surely I could like to!"
"So would I," I answered, pressing my cunt up against him, but still he would not stand.
"Come," said he, "take it in your mouth again; that will make him stand!"
I kept on trying, playing with it.
"Take it in your mouth! I suppose that you suck off Mr. Horage also?"
"Yes!" I confessed.
He then began moving in the bed and I moved down, until his cock touched my mouth. I immediately took it between my lips, fearful that some of the folks might return home. His stomach was on my face -I could hardly breathe -but I kept right on with all my might. The fear of being disturbed worried me. Mr. Eveque had buried his face in a pillow and began working up and down as through he was screwing. After a while, I felt it getting harder and harder, until I could not take it all in my mouth anymore.
I felt the pulse beats and began to quiver. Quick as a cat, I slipped higher until I felt it between my legs. Taking hold of it, I quickly forced it into my opening as far as I could holding my hands around the part remaining out. I was so much pleased as I felt it working in and out! He now fucked like mad -saying: "I would never have thought I could do it once more."
"Push harder!" I begged, "push harder -!"
Putting his hands on my titties, he played with the nipples with his wet fingers, so that I felt the pleasure down to the soles of my feet! Loosening my hands slightly -I felt him going in deeper in me.
"Wait," he said, "now you little imp -you little whore I'll show you!" pressing his mouth to my ear, he started licking his tongue around it and in it. I felt as though I was playing with someone and at the same time felt as though I was being fucked by six cocks at once -in my pussy -my mouth -both ears and my nipples. I could hardly refrain from screaming with pleasure, but I had to talk: "Lord! Mr. Eveque -that is so good! I will let nobody else ever do it to me again but you -Lord! I am coming put it away in -" I let him in a little deeper; it began to hurt, but I did not mind.
"Just wait!" he whispered, as he kept on working his tongue in my ear: "I'll teach you to fuck -I'll fix you so that you won't want to go to that cellar again and fuck on beer barrels -I'll fuck you as I did my wife -even if I knock you up -I don't care! Pushing up against me... There -do you feel that? " I was so overcome, that I kept on fucking and talking: "No, Mr. Eveque, I'll not go into that cellar any more I'll never let Mr. Horage fuck me again -nobody -only you -you just alone -I will not stay with Alois again -nor Pierre -nor Robert -no soldier again -only you!"
"You have had so many cocks already?"
"Yes," I said, "and many more; a number of other boys."
He kept on screwing with great energy.
"Well then, I need not worry that you will ever accuse me!"
"No, Mr. Eveque," I stammered in ecstasy, "you must, fuck me every day -your cock feel so good in my cunt Oh! I am coming again -keep on -faster -harder if anything happens -you must say that Horage did it -you must let me fuck you every day -yes, every day -oh -ah -ah! Let happen what will -I will keep on fucking you until you can get it all in!"
And so we kept on, without conversation; my hands burned -my pussy burned -my ears burned -my breath came short -Eveque now working like a machine! We kept on at least for an hour! Several times I ventured to ask: "Aren't you through soon?"
"No! "he said.
His cock kept on working up into me -I was all in -the last time that I 'went off -it was more pain than pleasure, as if a cramp had seized my whole body, and felt only that burning sensation in my almost raw pussy.
"Not yet?"
"Soon!"
After awhile: "Please, Mr. Eveque -it is hurting mc terribly!"
"Right away, my dear. Can't you come again?"
"No! I can't come anymore. Please squirt -please, Mr. Eveque, please go off!"
He made one awful push. I thought that he would split my cunt in two, then he began to ejaculate -so much that it seemed like he was urinating, wetting the bed as his discharge kept coming on. He laid on me like a log, groaning. I crawled out from under him, half dazed. Pushing me away, he said: "Now, get out here, you imp -you damned little whore!"
Without answering I went to my bedroom, put on my shirt, threw myself on the bed. My slit burned inside and around the edges like fire. I thought that I must be torn and bleeding. I made a light and examined myself with a hand mirror. I of course found no blood, but was surprised to see how red and inflamed it was and how open it stood. I ached all over; I laid down, blew out the light and in a few minutes heard the folks returning home. I made as though I were asleep, swallowed my finger while they ate their supper, and I finally did fall asleep.
The next day Mr. Eveque was sick. He remained in bed, putting cold towels on his face and I believe on some other place. I felt good, with the exception of a slight inflammation in my slit. Mr. Eveque did not look at me and I avoided talking to him. He slept mostly all day, but as I passed his bed in the evening, he whispered: "This is your fault!"
I became frightened as this, and running to mother's room I asked her: "What ails Mr. Eveque?"
She answered, "I don't know; he's sick."
In a few minutes she went into the kitchen and I heard her inquire: "What really seems to be the matter, Mr. Eveque?"
I became terribly frightened, as I was sure that he would say: "It is Josie's fault," but he whispered something that I could not understand, and then I heard mother say: "Go on, don't tell me that!"
I carefully tip-toed to the door to listen, cost what it might; I was bound to hear what was going on. He whispered again and she said in low tones: "But why did you do that? " He answered, "The girl got me excited! I tell you that I was crazy!"
Listening to this more dead than alive, I was very much frightened. Mother then said: "But she must have been a dirty bitch?"
To which he replied, "No -no -no -she was just a child and did not know what she was doing! She was about as old as your Josie," at which I breathed easier, but mother clasped her hands together, saying: "And you dared mistreat a child?"
Mr. Eveque laughed, saying: "Nonsense! Mistreat nothing! When she herself takes my cock out of my pants and puts it in her mouth and begins to suck? How could I mistreat a child, doing such a thing?"
But mother was indignant, saying: "How bad the children are nowadays; it shows that you cannot watch them enough," then she lowered her voice to a whisper, so I could only surmise what she was saying from his answers. He seemed to be getting better, as he remarked: "Why no, it wouldn't go in at all -just a little ways give me your hand -I will show you!"
"No! No! Thank you! What are you thinking of?"
"Well, there would be no harm," said Mr. Eveque. Mother interrupted him, saying: "How often did you say?"
He lied, "Six times!"
I was amused by this, as I knew that mother had no idea of the facts.
"Six times I had to do it. She would not rest!"
"Go on!" mother broke in, "impossible! Six times -why do you lie like that?"
"But I will tell you," he insisted, "you see I can hardly move -six times!"
"Oh no -" mother did not believe him, "no man can stand that!"
"Listen, Mrs. Mavraux, hasn't your husband ever done it to you six times?" Mother snickered, saying: "Yes, what of it -?" Just then someone came in, which ended the conversation, but I felt relieved of all fear.
He was sick for several days; not down in bed, but walking around the kitchen in his drawers and slippers and an old overcoat over his shoulders. He often sat with mother and I noticed that they still talked about "the affair."
A few days later, I was excused from school at ten o'clock in the morning.
Going home, I saw that there was no one in the kitchen, but as I looked through the glass door leading into the bedroom, which was locked, I spied mother and Mr. Eveque. I kept very quiet, hoping to overhear their conversation. Sneaking to the door, I listened.
Mother was saying: "You heard nothing, that is a lie!"
He replied, "But just think back? You told him that you had not 'gone off yet, and wanted him to make a second round!"
Mother laughed saying, "Him -and a second round! I am happy that he is able to make the first round!"
"Well, you see," Mr. Eveque eagerly replied, "he is so weak that he comes before you do."
Mother answered, "I guess that other men are no better."
"But that is where you are mistaken," replied Mr. Eveque. "I can hold it back as long as I like. It makes no difference if you want to come three times before I go off once!"
Mother laughed, "Anybody can say that! I don't believe it!"
"Let me try it and I will show you!"
Mother shook her head saying: "No, no, you know very well that I would not do that!"
He took hold of her by her hips: "Come on! I feel like going a couple of rounds!"
They began to tussle.
"Let me go, Mr. Eveque, or I will scream!" He released her but stood close to her, whispering: "Come on -let me do it. I have long admired you." She stepped back, shaking her head, and then said: "Now leave me alone; I am a decent woman, don't forget that."
My mother was a good-looking, slender, but well-built woman, about thirty-six years old, a fresh-looking face and blonde hair.
"No one would imagine you have had three children," Eveque remarked, "I mean by looking at your face. I presume that otherwise it would be noticeable?"
"It is not noticeable. I am just as fresh as when I was a girl," she said.
Now he tried the doubtful tack, saying: "Oh, goon, your breasts will undoubtedly show it."
Mother answered, indignantly saying, "My breasts are the same as they always were."
He tried to take a feel of them, saying, "I must convince myself."
Mother stepped back, saying, "If you don't believe it leave it!"
He succeeded in putting his hand on one of them, however, and squeezing it, shouted with joy: "Why -that is most wonderful! They are just like a young girl's. I have never seen anything like it in my life!"
"Now, do you see! Now, do you believe?"
"I certainly do believe it!" taking the other tittie in his hand. My mother made no objections. He went on still playing with her titties so that I could see the titties getting quite hard.
"You are foolish to exert yourself as you do, trying to get satisfaction from your husband, when another man will do anything if you just let him for the sake of those beautiful breasts!"
"But I am a good woman," standing perfectly quiet and allowing him to play.
"Good nonsense," he continued, "when a woman can't get satisfaction from her husband -her obligation ceases. Nature must be satisfied." At that he unbuttoned her waist, taking the naked titties in his hands.
"Now, stop!" she whispered, trying to get away from him, but he stooped and kissed her left nipple and saw how she was trembling.
"Stop! Stop!" she again whispered.
She was standing in front of the bed, which had not yet been made up from the night before. He shoved her over immediately got on top of her -between her legs. She fought him -he could hardly hold her down.
"No! -No! -" she whispered, "I won't! I am a good woman."
"Nonsense," he said, "I think that you have had a strange cock before this."
"No -never -go away -or I'll scream!"
He was already feeling her slit with his cock, saying: "Don't be foolish; I will make it good," and I could see how he was fondling and squeezing her titties.
"But if someone should come?" pleaded mother.
"Nobody is going to come," as he was pushing hard. She now lay perfectly quiet, just murmuring: "Don't do it -I beg of you not to do it -," then suddenly she laughed, saying: "Why -you can't even find your way in -wait! I will help you!"
Soon I heard her sigh -he had found the "opening". In an instant everything was changed -she trembled from head to foot, spread her legs away apart -he put his arms around her, saying: "Dear, we do it so!"
I knew his every movement as he was now fucking with all his might and pleasure. I was at a loss for what to do; to watch them or to run into the cellar and look for Mr. Horage.
But, fearing that they might hear me, I remained where I was.
Mother now began to work with Mr. Eveque.
He said to her, "Oh, but you do it wonderfully! Such a warm, small pussy -such wonderful work -I could hold it back forever -just always leave it in -!"
Mother was breathing hard and fast, and finally she began to talk: "Such a big, thick cock and so sweet -oh, but that is different from what I have had -go on -faster -faster, please -I feel it away up in my titties -oh, screw hard -I am coming right away!"
"Just take your time," said Mr. Eveque, "I won't go yet."
"Oh, but this is different from what I have had -gee, but that is good -! I have never experienced anything like it, when you don't have to hurry!" she whispered. "My husband would have been through long ago; oh, that is so good -now, put it way in -keep on -my husband could never do it like this -!"
"You wouldn't want me to take it our right now, would you?" said Eveque, withdrawing it slightly.
Mother screamed softly, holding him tight, as she again put it in.
She said, "Oh goodness! I am coming -for goodness sake don't take it out now, please -!" He just bounced up and down: "Oh goodness! Had I known how good this is -and such a wonderful cock and how you can fuck -Now -Now -!" She started crying, laughing and smacking her lips, gasping for breath. He kept right on. She said, "I went off!"
"It makes no difference, you can 'come' again," as he went on at it again.
"Oh -I am really coming again! -Oh! my husband could never do that -oh, I am dying -I feel your cock away up in my mouth now -I beg of you -take my titties -play with them -! There -there keep right on fucking, please-!"
He exerted himself more, whispering: "Now I can play with your titties? Now you are not yelling 'I am a good woman,' with my cock in your cunt -all such nonsense ceases."
She answered, pleased, "Yes -yes -just leave it in there -I am coming again -! I don't care if anyone does come -I don't care if I get a child with you!"
He was now working like mad, holding her legs away up; I heard a rattle in his throat which I well knew, saying: "Now! Now, I am going to squirt!"
"Goon! Squirt!"
She trembled with pleasure, as she received the discharge. She began to giggle: "Oh my, I am coming with you -I will surely have a baby -but I don't care -when my husband goes off he lays perfectly quiet, but you keep working -! Oh, how heavenly -if my husband really goes off twice -it sure is his limit!"
Then they both lay quiet. It was over!
Finally they sat up, mother sitting there with her hair down and her dress all mussed up; she held her hands before her face smiling at him through her fingers. Pulling her hands away, he said, "Now, everything is all right?"
"Such a cock -such a cock!" she said as she held it with both hands, admiring it.
"I feel as though it was inside of me yet!"
Then she stooped and took it all in her mouth; as if by magic -it stood up again, hard and stiff as ever. He took it out of her mouth and said: "Come, let us do it again!"
She said, "No -no, could you really do it once more -?"
"That is nothing; five times more if nobody comes in," he said.
"Oh, let us hope that nobody comes," cried mother. "I don't know; I think that I must be crazy -I can't stand it!"
"I think," said he, "for fear that someone might come and surprise us, we won't lie down; we will sit here."
So seating himself on a chair, his big staff standing up stiff and hard, mother carefully straddled him, and with her hands quickly guided his cock into her cunt. Soon she was jumping up and down like a "jumping-jack."
"Oh, my goodness! This is much better!" she said, "I can feel it tickling my heart!" He muttered, "You see, if you had not always been so proud, you could have done this a long time ago."
Mother said, "Hold my breasts -hold me all over! I have been married fifteen years but I have never been fucked like this -! My husband does not deserve a true woman."
He was now kissing the first nipple and then the other.
"I am coming -always coming -every minute nature asserts itself -oh, you good man! How wonderful you do it! I am coming again -again -!"
I soon heard the familiar rattle in his throat again; in one last effort he raised her way up, holding on to her titties, but she noticed nothing. Laying quietly against him, she received his discharge. I saw her whole body trembling, then for a long time she lay there as dead. They finally got up; suddenly mother knelt in front of him, taking his cock she began to suck and lick it like one gone mad. He then remarked: "Well, shall we enjoy this often?" as she stepped away.
Then she said, "I am always alone in the morning -you know."
He shook his head, saying, "But I must go to work in the morning."
"Then I will come to you at night, when my husband is in the bar, drinking wine."
"And what of the children?"
"Oh, don't mind them; they sleep."
He must have thought of me as he answered, "Don't be too sure about the children sleeping."
"Oh, no," she insisted, "they won't hear anything. Doesn't my husband always fuck me when they sleep and they don't hear anything."
"Well, I am willing."
At this time, she was playing with his cock in her mouth, only stopping to speak.
Just then he said, "Now let me have one more -quick before somebody comes!"
She sprang up, saying, "For goodness sake -is it possible? Then hurry up. I am only coming once this time," throwing herself on the bed, she raised her dress, but he said: "No, turn around!"
He stood her in front of the bed, made her stoop over until her dress rested on the bed spread, then raising her dress he pushed his cock into her from behind. I heard another gurgle, then sighing, she whispered: "I am coming already! Oh, please come with me now."
He then withdrew his cock, sat down on a chair and wiped the perspiration from his forehead. She got a basin filled with water, squatted down over it and washed her pussy. When she finished, she went to him and begged him to kiss the nipples once more, which he did eagerly. Then she buttoned up her waist, saying: "Perhaps I can come to you tonight."
"I shall be glad to have," he replied.
Suddenly she asked him, "And now, about the little wench that you fucked six times?" never dreaming that she was talking about me.
He answered, "What about her?"
"Are you going to fuck after this?"
Eveque smiled, "You are jealous?"
"Yes!" she said, "I want you to fuck me -only me!"
"But you let others fuck you?"
Mother was astonished, "I? What do you mean?"
"Well, you let your husband fuck you, don't you?"
"Oh, gee, him? I shall never let him again!"
"Impossible! He will want it sometimes."
"Well," she hesitated, "he can only do it every two or three weeks; that I'm sure will not annoy you; he gets in a little ways, too or three jerks and he is through."
"Well, then, I will only fuck my girl every two or three weeks, and I don't put it all the way in, so, we are even."
"I beg of you; you might get caught and you will surely be arrested."
He laughed, saying, "No, no, they won't catch me, and you will certainly get your share even if I do fuck my girl occasionally."
"You had better get out now," mother told him. "It is almost noon and somebody is liable to come."
She hugged him once more, he putting his hands on both her titties.
Feeling his pants, she kissed him and he came out of the room.
CHAPTER SIX
When he spied me, he was so shocked that he could not speak. I grinned at him knowingly; he came to me and whispered, "Did you see everything?"
As I simply smiled, he quickly put his hand under my dress, felt my slit and then said: "You won't tell anybody, will you?"
I shook my head and he stopped, fearing that mother might come out. After that, several times I heard them having "their fun" together at night, and once I caught them fucking, one afternoon.
After that, however, I did not allow Mr. Eveque to fuck me again. I don't know why, but I just wouldn't.
One day he came home early, knowing that I would be alone. He tried to fondle me and when I objected, he threw me down and got on top of me, but I held my knees so tight together, that he could do nothing.
He got up, looked at me, but never bothered me again.
During the following year, I had only Alois and Mr. Horage and I constantly looked for them in the cellar. Raoul came at one time and informed me that both his mother and Fleur were having monthlies, so that he had only Wanda to fuck that day, and as that night he would not have to do it at all, we took advantage of the opportunity and had a "piece" standing up. We hurried for fear of being caught, of which I remember little except that he, feeling my titties, exclaimed: "Here, you are getting nice, little titties," at which they began to stand out quite hard. I was very proud of them.
A few days later, I made Mr. Horage feel them under my blouse. He was so pleased that they were growing so much, and when he felt them, he immediately got another "hardon," although he had twice fucked me already; still playing with them as they stood out firmer all the time, he was able to do it a third time.
Pierre, I remember, also fucked me several times during this year, but he could not shut Mrs. Terrine out of his mind, always on the watch for her.
One morning I spied her going to the attic, I told Pierre about it.
He came along but did not dare follow her to the attic alone. I encouraged him, telling him that Mr. Horage was fucking her. I assured him that she would surely be willing to let him do it. I pictured her nice, white titties, but he was still afraid. Bold as I was, I offered to go with him.
We found Mrs. Terrine just taking her wash down from the line.
"How do you do, Mrs. Terrine?" I greeted her. "Greetings. What are you doing here?" she asked. "We just came to see you.'; "So! What do you want of me?"
"Perhaps we might help you," I replied. "Well, well, I thank you."
As she was folding up a sheet, I went up to her and at once began playing with her big titties, bobbing up and down. Pierre stood by, looking on, not winking an eye. Mrs. Terrine hugged me to her, saying: "Why, what are you doing?"
"They are so nice," I said to flatter her.
At this she blushed and looked at Pierre and smiled.
He also smiled in a foolish manner but did not dare to come closer.
I slipped my hand into her blouse and got out her bare titties. She did not object, but looked at Pierre and remarked: "What are you doing?"
Then I whispered to her, "Pierre would like to -," I felt her titties getting hard and she asked: "Oh, you know," I answered. "Would he like to?"
She smiled and allowed me to bare her breasts.
"I can watch you," I said, as I sprang away from her.
I gave Pierre a push, shoving him right against her titties, then I stood guard, the same as I had done when Mr. Horage was fucking Mrs. Terrine in the cellar, so nobody could surprise them.
If I remember rightly, this was my first time as a matchmaker, unless you might call my telling Mr. Eveque of my mother's disappointment with father, which led to Mr. Eveque fucking my mother. Otherwise, he would probably have been satisfied with her daughter -me!
Pierre stood with his face buried in her breasts, she hugged him tightly and asked: "Well now, what do you want, my little man?"
He could not answer as she forced one of her nipples into his mouth, which he began to suck furiously, so that it got larger and longer all the time. She was now getting nervous and began to tremble. She said nothing more.
I forgot my duties of watching and was anxious to get in the game. She now laid down on her wash-basket. Raising up her skirts, I saw her large, hairy cunt, into which I feared that Pierre might disappear -head first! She drew him to her and with her hand put his little cock all the way in! begged her to be a little easy and then began working like' a clock. She lay there, and laughed, saying: "How that tickles!" She lay quiet. "How well he does it!"
Looking at me, "Does he do it often?"
"Yes," I replied.
"And does he always do it that fast?"
"Yes," I said, "Pierre always fucks fast."
Then I knelt down beside her; I began to tickle her ear with my tongue, as Mr. Eveque had done to me. She gurgled with pleasure: "Don't do it so fast, my boy! I want to help too! There see -that is better!"
She now regulated his stroked with her ass, "Oh I am coming -! Oh, I can't stand it -when Josie tickles my ear -oh, I am coming again -oh, children! What wonderful children -what a sweet, little prick -" suddenly she said to Pierre: "Why don't you take one of my titties in your mouth, my boy?"
Pierre took a nipple and sucked for dear life, but she exclaimed: "But you must not stop fucking -and I was just then coming again -there -that is better -Oh Lord!"
Now Pierre stopped sucking the nipple.
She exclaimed, "Why do you stop sucking on the nipple?"
But he had not learned how to do both at the same time, so I came to the rescue, and letting go of her ear, I took the nipples, first one, and then the other. At this, I also became passionate; I was leaning over, so her face was right in front of my pussy; reaching up under my dress, she started playing with it with her fingers; I felt as though I was also being fucked. Suddenly we all three "went off" together, Mrs. Terrine saying: "Oh, my dear children -how good that feels -oh Pierre -I feel you squirting into me now -and Josie -you are all wet too! Oh, my, oh!"
For some time, we all lay on the basket, exhausted. Suddenly she jumped up, pushing us aside, arranged her clothing, very red in the face and ashamed, exclaiming: "Well, of all things! Such children!" and hurried down the stairs. Pierre and I made ourselves comfortable on the basket of wash, which she had forgotten in her hurry.
I took his cock in my mouth and tried to make it stand again, saying: "Now you must fuck me!"
"No! "he answered, "Mrs. Terrine might come back."
"But what difference would that make? She knows that we do it."
"But I don't want to."
"Because you have no titties."
"What!" Tearing open my blouse, I showed him my little bubbies; he began to play with them.
I laid down and he got on top of me; once more, with one move, he started to fuck me and I helped him to put it all the way in. He did it fine and it felt so good! We soon finished and got up, leaving the wash basket as it was, and left the attic.
Now Raoul also watched Mrs. Terrine, more passionate than ever, and whenever she saw him, she took him in her rooms, as often as possible, and taught him how to do both at the same time, that is, fuck and play with her titties. He made very satisfactory progress.
She often called him from our rooms, always giving some excuse, such as asking him to get her some kerosene or beer. Whenever she came in this way, I knew what was about to happen to Pierre -in her room.
Matters went on in this way, when suddenly my mother died.
I was at that time thirteen years old and developing fast. My titties had grown and quite a bunch of blonde locks had made their appearance on my little pussy. As I look back, I lay my early development to all the intercourses that I had had with the different men and boys up to the time of my mother's death; probably as many as fifty, all told.
Of those about whom I am writing, there was first my brother Pierre, then Robert, then Mr. Horage, who "tapped" me from behind, as you would a barrel of beer, about fifty times; then Alois, who often fucked me as I lay in Clementine's lap; then Mr. Eveque, then Raoul -with him only the one time; once with the soldier, once with the ragged guy, who forced me, and in addition, all the boys that I had enticed into the cellar and who had taken a "turn" at me; also two men who caught me alone on the highway. They threw me down but were so eager that they just went off all over my stomach. Several others that I must have forgotten, but I do remember a drunken locksmith who tried to choke me, but luckily "went off" as soon as my hand touched his cock, which satisfied him.
Then I remember an old man who coaxed me into the water-closet. He sat down, standing me between his legs and rubbed his half Umber cock between my thighs until he "went off." He gave me a pair of blue garters.
In all, there were probably two dozen men.
When my mother died, I did not find out what ailed her. She was sick only two days and the day after her death they immediately took her to the morgue. We children cried a great deal, while we greatly feared our father, who was very strict with us.
My brother Jean said, "That is my punishment for your sins; Pierre's and yours!"
I was deeply touched at his words, and believed them. I resolutely resolved after her death, never to do wrong again. The sight of Mr. Eveque was unbearable. After a week he left us. I breathed easier when he was out of the house.
Pierre, with whom I was now often alone, tried to feel my titties once; I slapped his face and after that he left me alone.
My mother's death had made a great change in my life. I had fully made up my mind to be good, which would probably have been the case, had not fate willed otherwise.
After the death of my mother, my conduct in school was much improved. I was more studious. For two months after her death I led a pure life, never seeing a cock, and when my pussy itched and felt as though I must -I bravely withstood all temptations to satisfy myself with my finger.
Then it was announced that all us school children must attend confession. I had decided, in order to obtain forgiveness for my sins, to confess all; even confessing that the greatest of all sins, which was to deny all that I had heretofore done. Previously, when I had confessed to the priest's understudy, at the conclusion of which he would always ask: "Have you had intercourse with boys or men?"
I could deny it. This man was dark, tall and pale, with a firm expression and I was much afraid of him. This time, however, I decided to make a full confession.
When we went to confession, the church was filled with children. I went to the booth of an elderly, stout associate priest, with full, round face. I knew him only by sight. He seemed very generous, as he always looked friendly. At first I confessed only my minor misdeeds, but he asked: "Have you ever had intercourse with men?"
I answered, "Yes."
Putting his face close to the grating, he asked, "With whom?"
"With Pierre."
"Who is he?"
"My brother."
"Your brother? So? And perhaps with others also?"
"Yes."
"Well, who?"
"With Mr. Horage."
"Who is he?"
"The beer salesman at our house." I had to tell him all the names. He said nothing until I had finished, and after a pause, he asked: "And how did you do this? " I did not know how to answer, but he snapped out: "Well, how did you do it?"
"Well," I stuttered, "with what I have got between my legs."
Shaking his head, he said, "Did you fuck?" I was surprised and answered, "Yes."
"And did you also take it in your mouth?"
"Yes," I answered. He breathed hard and sighed: "Oh Lord, oh Lord, my child -deadly sins -deadly sins!"
I was nearly beside myself with fright, but he said: "I must know all -do you hear?"
"But that will be a long confession -and the other children are waiting."
"I must give you a separate hearing, do you understand?"
"Yes, your Reverence," I stammered.
"Come to me this afternoon at two o'clock and in the meantime, you must think of everything. If you don't confess all, the Communion will not save you."
With a heavy heart I walked home. Sitting down, I thought hard to remember everything that I had done. I greatly feared this confession in his private room, fearing the penance he would inflict on me for my sins. When it was time to go, brother Jean asked where I was going all dressed up.
I answered him proudly: "To Father Malraux -he ordered me to his house."
Jean gave me a queer look as I went out.
It was Summer, and as I entered the priest's house, I noticed a cool and holy feeling, which greatly impressed me. Reading the signs on the doors, I rapped on the one bearing Father Malraux's name.
He opened the door, in his shirt sleeves, his vest unbuttoned and I noticed his big, protruding stomach. Now, as I saw him, outside of the confessional, with his fat, red, priestly face, which looked so good, I was filled with awe and respect for him and blushed with shame when I realized what he knew about me.
"Blessed be the Lord," I said to which he answered: "Forever, everlasting; well here you are."
As I kissed his fat hand, he closed the door; leading me through a small, dark hall, we entered his study, which looked out upon the cemetery, but green leaves outside hid the view. The room was large and painted white; on one wall hung a large crucifix; against the other stood an iron bed covered with an embroidered spread. The center of the room was taken up by a large writing table and an arm chair. The father put on his bathrobe and buttoned it, saying: "Come here!"
We knelt in front of the cross and repeated the Lord's prayer, then taking my hand, he sat in the arm chair and leaned against the table.
"Now," he said, "I am listening."
I was so confused that I could say nothing. I remained silent, looking down.
"Now listen, my child," he said, putting his hand under my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes: "You know that you have sinned -intercourse -a deadly sin, you understand -you with your brother; a horrible crime!"
I began to tremble violently. He went on: "Who knows, perhaps you are wholly damned and your punishment will last forever. If I am to save your soul, I must know all and you must confess all, to seek forgiveness."
I began to cry. . "Don't cry," he commanded.
I dried my tears but dared not speak.
"Yes, yes," he went on, "the temptations are great and you may not have known that you were sinning; that is such a great sin, surely, you did not. You are only a child. You did not know did you?"
Encouraged at this, I said, "No, I knew nothing."
"Now that is better; you did not do it on your own accord, but were led into it by the others."
Now, for instance, thinking at once of the first time I had heard father and mother, I eagerly replied: "Yes, your Reverence, I was led to it."
"I thought so," he said, as he put his hand lightly on my breast. "That is what invites the tempter."
No thought of harm entered my head at this, though I felt the warmth of his hand.
"That is the work of Satan; which gives to a child, the breast of a woman." At that he put his hand on the other breast, now holding them both. "But the woman should hide their breasts from the sight of men, so as not to excite them; they are the tools of passion. God gave them to a woman so that she might nurse her young, but Satan made a 'plaything' of them to arouse the passion of men. They should be hid."
I did not think what he was doing, but listened eagerly to what he said.
"Well, now, how was it?" he said, but it was impossible for me to talk about it. "Good?" he asked mildly; then after a pause, said: "Well, I will do the talking. I see that your heart is pure, you are filled with shame for your misdeeds, since you do not want to talk of these things. Now, then, I will question you; if you cannot answer, you may show me with deeds how you have sinned. Will you do this? -"
"I will your Reverence," I promised thankfully; taking his hand from my breast, I kissed it eagerly.
"I must know every kind and grade of sin that you have committed. Now begin. Did you take the cock in your mouth?"
I nodded.
"Often?"
I nodded again.
"Did you play with it in your hands?" Again I nodded. "How did you play?"
I stood there, not knowing what to do or say. "Show me exactly how -" he whispered, "how did you do it?"
I was helpless and did not move. He smiled, saying: "Just take my cock and show me. An ordained priest is pure; he cannot sin; nothing that he does is sinful." I was shocked and did not stir. He took my hand whispering: "Just take my organ and show me all your sins; I will lend you my body so that you may confess to my face and thereby purify your soul!"
With that, he put my hand in front of his trousers. I was obliged to reach far back under his stomach. Trembling, I unbuttoned his pants and found his stiff, short cock, standing upright, hid away in those black trousers.
"How did you play with it?" he asked.
Much perplexed, I put my hand around it and rubbed it back and forth several times.
With a stern face, he inquired further.
"Was that all? Don't hide anything, I tell you!" Rubbing it a few more times, he asked: "What else did you do with it?"
Thinking of Clementine's act, I took it between my thumb and middle finger, tapping it with my forefinger; I slowly stripped back the foreskin. Leaning back in his chair, he wanted to know: "What other works of art did you perform?"
I was afraid to do more; letting go of his cock, I whispered: "I took it in my mouth."
"How?" he said breathing hard, "how did you do it?" Perplexed, I looked at him, but he looked earnest as he said: "Are you prepared? Or, will you be ungrateful for the mercy that I have shown you? Known then, that half of your sins will already be forgiven if you do the same to me as you did to the others."
This made me quite happy, as I considered myself lucky to be able to thus have my sins forgiven. I knelt before him and put his cock into my mouth.
Only the point?" he asked.
I at once pushed it down my throat.
"And nothing else?" I heard from above my head. I began pushing it in and out -sucking it -tickling it -with my tongue.
"Your Reverence," I whispered, "I also sinned with my titties!"
"How so?" he said, as he stared at me.
"Because -oh -oh -I am coming again -while fucking I always had them playing with them and made them kiss and fondle the nipples.
I wanted to do the same, but his belly was so big that he could not reach them; he had to brace himself with his hands to keep his position.
"That will come later -I will attend to your titties later," he stammered, as he worked away. "Just let me go off now -keep on working -oh, my dear -oh! But you do know how -just let me finish in you -I will attend to your titties later; I am coming -ah, goodness -but that is good!" and stammering thus he began to squirt.
He rid himself of an awful charge, wetting everything. When he finished, he said: "You see, my dear, I have been initiated and have imitated your seducer's vulgar speech, so that now the evil spirits will hold no more power over you!"
I sat on the edge of the bed and with his handkerchief I wiped away the flood which he had left between my legs. I was convinced, that he had been lying to me, but I said nothing. To fuck -was to fuck! He was now in the same class as Mr. Horage and Mr. Eveque, only I was more interested in him because he was more refined, and I looked up to him with great respect, because, as I thought, and I still believed that he had the power to forgive my sins. He sat down in the armchair and called to me: "Now come here. I will attend to your breasts, as you wished it."
He unbuttoned my dress, took out my little titties which stood out like billiard balls; the nipples were like two little strawberries. He was undoubtedly fond of fresh fruit, as he took one after the other in his mouth and sucked them until they were blood-red and hard.
"Is this the right way?"
"Yes," I answered, "that is fine."
"Well, and were you always as lazy as this while your titties were being played with?" as he made them bob up and down. Didn't you do anything -didn't you play with his cock?"
Now I realized what he wanted and I began playing with his cock, but it was limber and would not stand.
"Sit on the table," he commanded, which I did; he braced my feet on his knees.
"Now," he said, "we will have the best of all!" I did not know what he meant, but I just smiled.
"Yes," my priest remarks, "now I will cleanse you of all the sinning that you have done."
At that he raised my dress so that my cunt was bare. He placed my legs over his shoulders, put his head between my legs; I had to brace myself with my elbows to keep from falling back. Putting his mouth to my cunt, I could feel his hot breath. I still did not know what he was about to do, but hoped for something pleasant. A strange feeling came over me as I felt his lips pressed against my slit. He ran his tongue in it from top to bottom; I had never experienced such bliss and rapture before. Heretofore I had sucked the men off, but this good Father was the first one to us? his tongue on me! I squeezed my cunt together as though I was receiving a new kind of cock. He raised his head to inquire if I liked it.
Trembling and filled with curiosity, I replied that I certainly did! When he again inserted his tongue -the pleasure was so great that it pained me.
He asked, "Has anyone ever done this to you before?"
"No," I answered, raising my seat so my "opening" presented a veritable cup.
"That will cleanse you -that will free you of all sins," he said and I grabbed his head pushing it down so that he could make better use of his mouth and tongue than talk. Now he began, first playing with his tongue around my clitoris; I felt as though an electric current was shooting through my entire body -my mouth -my titties; the innermost regions of my cunt seemed electrified as he touched me with his tongue! I lost my breath -the room seemed to be going round and round -I closed my eyes, and all at once he pushed his tongue all the way up into my gaping cunt! I danced a jig on the table with my ass -Lord -what was plain fucking -compared to this!
As I jumped up and down, I rubbed my cunt all over his face -I felt his tongue shoot away into me -trembling, again, on my clitoris -continuously sucking.
I went off -it felt as though he were sucking my whole insides! This was far better than any fucking that I had ever experienced. I had but one thought, that of a big cock going into me -clear to my stomach.
"I am coming again -always coming -!" I yelled. "Oh, this is heaven -it has never been so good as this -oh, fuck me -your Reverence -please -I'll cry and scream." I fell back with my head striking the ink well.
He sat up his face blue and his mouth covered with slimy froth.
"Come," he mumbled, "sit on me, you can have my cock once more."
He leaned back, I held on to the arms of the chair; I could only reach the head of his cock, as his big belly was in the way. Holding on to my titties, so I would not fall off, in this manner we accomplished another "round," which we both enjoyed hugely. Letting me down from his lap, he handed me a towel, as I would probably want to dry myself.
I arranged my clothing and waited further developments but nothing occurred. He bade me go, saying: "I will pray for you. In the morning come to me in the church for confession."
I kissed his hand and went.
As he was about to unlock the door someone knocked. He opened the door and I saw one of my schoolmates He cut her off short, saying: "I have no time for you today; come tomorrow."
He let me out and locked the door behind us. She and I walked home together and talked a great deal. Her name was Melanie; the daughter of the inn keeper, and she looked the part.
Although she was only thirteen, she was very stout; her feet spread apart as she walked; her ass was large and broad. Her titties were so large that she could not see her navel.
Melanie and I walked down the stairs together and she asked: "What have you been doing at Reverend Father's?"
"What did you want of him?" I asked in reply.
"I can imagine what you did," she said.
"Well, what do you think that I did?"
"Made a confession of all your sins with men."
I had to laugh at that.
"Have you often been to him?" I asked.
"Oh I?" she smiled, "I have been probably twenty times -and the Levrette girl, the Genout, the Hilaire and the Simone girls have all been to him."
These were all schoolmates of ours. I was greatly surprised.
Melanie went on, "Did he do it to you with his mouth?"
I was careful, so I asked, "Did he to you?"
"Certainly," she replied, he always does it with his mouth -he does it to all the girls that way -that is for the real cleansing. It is a good way, isn't it? Has anyone ever done it to you that way before?" she asked me.
"No," I replied, "this was the first time today."
She boasted, "Our waiter does it to me as often as I want him to. All I have to do is to go into the waiter's room."
"And how about the other waiters?"
"Oh, they won't come in when we are in there -they know."
"What? " I asked, perplexed, "they know of it?"
"Certainly!" she said, "they fuck me too, when I want them to. We have a cashier, a porter, a bartender and the driver. They all sleep in the waiter's room. Two years ago I drove with the driver to the suburbs, returning, we reached the open prairie. It was dark. I felt his hand on my titties, they were as large as yours are now."
"Louis, what are you doing?" I asked him. He did not answer, but stopped the horse, and reaching into my dress, took hold of my large titties.
"Louis," I said again, "what are you up to?" He did not answer but raised my dress and felt my pussy."
"What do you want, Louis?" I asked him innocently. Of course I knew what he wanted, for the Levrette girl had told me all about what men and women do. But I had never done it myself. "Now, what do you want, Louis?" I asked again. Then he got off the wagon and said: "Come, Miss Melanie," he helped me off the wagon, laid me down on some wheat aside from the road. I was quite pleased, as I thought: Now I will find out what it is, and whether the Levrette girl has told the truth or not?
"As I laid there, he immediately got between my legs; took hold of my titties and I felt him trying to push his cock into me. It hurt me so badly that I screamed, but he held his hand over my mouth and in a short time as he began working in and out, it began to feel good, in spite of all the pain. Soon he went off, we climbed back on the wagon.
Soon he said, "Miss Melanie, you must wash yourself when you get home, so that no one will notice the blood.
"What blood, I said.
"Well," he said, you won't tell, you were still a maiden, and now -it is broken!" Soon he said: "You won't tell, will you Miss Melanie?"
I snuggled close to him. Reaching for his pants, he took out his cock and put my hand on it. I played with it until we neared the house.
Then he suddenly remarked, "Victor is a damn liar!"
"Why?" I asked.
"Because he told me that he had fucked you."
"I became angry and swore that Victor had never touched me. Victor is our bartender. A few days later I met Louis in the barn, and he laid me on the feed-box and screwed me, but his cock would not go in then like it does now."
"Can you get it away in?" I enviously asked, "I mean with a grown person?"
"Of course! Long ago -our cashier, Leo, has a cock as big as a stud horse, and he gets all the way in, and so does our teacher."
She was very proud of her achievement.
"I don't believe it," I said.
"If you don't believe it why leave it" she answered curtly. After a pause she suggested: "If you don't believe it, come with me. I am going to the waiter's room, because his Reverence did not do it today to me, and if Leo is there you can watch him do it and be convinced. The Levrette girl would not believe it either, so I showed her."
"All right! I answered, "I will go with you." I was intensely curious to see this fat girl at it. I was hoping that I might get a chance to play with her big titties myself. I was always greatly interested in nice, big breasts, and I was also in hope that I might find a new cock. I was now anxious for another 'piece' myself.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Melanie went on. "A few days later I was looking for Louis in the waiter's room and found Victor there alone. I at once thought of the lie that he had told on me.
In a rage, I said, "You darn liar, what did you boast of to Louis about me?"
"Well, what?" he said and smiled.
"You said that you fucked me."
I saw at once that I had informed on myself, that Victor must know that the driver had fucked me. I was convinced when he looked at me, smiling, then he said: "Louis is a pissy-eyed liar himself. I did not say that I had fucked you, but that I would like to. That is all I said. There is surely nothing to that. You are such a nice girl that, you surely won't get angry at me or at any man at that for expressing his wish?" At that he came up to me and began playing with my titties; my rage was gone and I wanted to fuck very badly, right there and then, "Come Miss, let's go to it!"
I bade him bolt the door; at that he laid me on the bed and slowly fucked me.
Do you fuck the porter, too?" I asked.
"With Max?" She laughed, "sure!" He overheard Victor and told me one day. The next day he followed me to the toilet and told me that he knew all about it, and asked me to let him do it too, so I consented. We had to do it standing. There is nothing to that." I inquired, "And how about Leo, the cashier?"
"Oh him?" putting her arm in mine, "you know Max told me about his long cock. I became very curious. Leo always slept till noon. One day I managed to unbolt the door. He awoke as I said to him: "Who would stay in bed so long? Get up, you lazy bones."
"Let me alone," he grumbled, and I said: "No!" and began to tickle him. He reached over and caught hold of my titties. I stood still and looked at him. He pulled me into the bed and put my hand on his cock. I tell you -it was so long," showing me with her hand. "He put it in a little and began to screw, but stopped short, saying: "I am afraid I will hurt you."
He then got down and began licking my cunt. I became so passionate that I was almost crazy! Then he got up, squeezing my titties together and started to fuck between them; he finally went off -squirting way up in my face."
"What?" I asked, "the cashier doesn't always do it between your titties does he?"
"Oh no, not any more. That was two years ago when I was only eleven; now he fucks me in the regular way. I told you that I would let you look on."
Arriving at the house, we went through the barroom and she said: "Leo, is father home?"
"No, he is at the Coffee House."
"And mother?"
"She is asleep."
"And Louis?"
"He is out making a delivery."
"Then let us go upstairs."
"He blushed, saying, "I will come at once!"
He was a small man, clean-shaved, wrinkled face and a long crooked nose. I found him absolutely homely, but I wanted to see the long cock. We went to the waiter's room, containing four beds. He soon appeared, but hesitated on seeing me, but she threw herself on the bed, calling to him: "Perhaps," he said to me, "the young lady might like a little screwing too?"
Then he knelt down, raised Melanie'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 Clementine's but not so flabby; they were hard and stood out like two pumpkins, with rosy-red nipples. I fondled them with my hands, then I kissed and sucked the nipples. She cried out and jumped about like mad under Leo'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 -why not -I would like to do to you like Leo is doing to me-oh-oh-!" she cried so loud that I frightened and stopped saying.
"Someone might hear!"
Leo stopped lapping her cunt, saying: "Not a soul can hear us in here. She soon will scream some more -" and got on top of her.
She called out, "Now look at his cock!"
I stooped over to see it; he raising himself so that I could see it all. It was the longest cock I have ever seen, and curved like an extra large sausage. Astonished, I could not resist taking hold of it. I put the head of it into my mouth; he played with Melanie's titties, so she did not notice what I was doing down below. Her 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, and wondered how long it really was. Melanie interrupted me by saying: "Now let him fuck me, Josie."
I had to let go and enviously looked on; at her pussy, her big, white thighs, spread wide apart, her cunt glistening with moisture, every time that she drew back, a drop of white fluid appeared, hanging to her black hair like so many pearls.
"Josie! Josie!" she called, now watch it go away in! If you won't believe it then watch!" I could not see, but feeling with my hand, I felt the long cock slowly, completely disappear inside of her; she gave one long yell, then catching Leo tightly, gasping for breath, she said: "Only with Leo I have to yell, because with him I have to come all the time!"
Leo fucked like a machine; raising up high, he quickly pushed away in again, Melanie raising and lowering her ass with his movements. I crawled up and sat on a pillow. He pressed her titties together, taking both nipples in his mouth -he licked and sucked. I raised my dress, anxious to get into the game too, and Melanie noticing this called: "Suck her off, too!"
He turned his face and began tickling me with his tongue. I trembled with pleasure as I laid back on the bed. Leo was an artist! He could make his tongue as stiff as his cock! which he slid in and out in the same time as he did his cock into Melanie's cunt. I was beside myself with pleasure; we kept this up until finally we all three went off together. Leo disappeared immediately. Melanie 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 confession.
The priest asked me, "So you have had intercourse with men -many men?"
"Yes," I answered.
"You let them fuck you?"
"Yes."
"You took the male organs in your mouth?"
"Yes."
"You have played with them in your hand?"
"Yes."
"Have you done anything else?"
"Yes."
"What was it?"
"I let them stick it into me from behind."
"Backwards?"
"Yes."
"Not in the rectum?"
"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 pussy."
"That you need not confess; that is no 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.
"Leo."
"Who is he?"
"The cashier at Melanie'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 Melanie's titties and did many other things."
'"And with your titties when you committed that blood sin?"
I did not know what he meant, so I answered, "yes," fearing 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 my sins, which I answered in the affirmative; he solemnly said: "Go now, and sin no more. Your sins are forgiven, but should you sin again -do not be discouraged. Come to me, and I will cleanse your soul, but, should you ever breathe a word of this-you 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. His desk being between us and the other children, they could not see what was going on behind it.
He would take my hand, quite accidentally, as 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 moving my hand up and down. I felt what he had there.
Looking at me, he pressed my hand against him so hard that I could feel the stiff cock standing erect in his pants. He released my hand, but as I did not withdraw it, he again looked at me.
I was now getting excited and felt quite proud to think that he had chosen me; as my passions arose, I courageously closed my hand, firmly clasping his cock. 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 "peter" popped out. It was bent and very thick and burning hot. As we looked at each other, I slowly began to rub it up and down, so as not. to draw the attention of the other children. He became pale, and with one quick move, so nobody noticed it, he put his hand up under my dress.
I spread my feet apart and stepped nearer to him, pushing out my stomach so as to give him better access to my pussy, which he easily found and 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 Levrette, she stepped on the platform. I watched close from my seat as she stood between his knees. I saw that she immediately began to play with his cock, also saw him slip his hand under her dress. She got very red in the face as he played with her slit. Soon after he again called me, saying: "Bring your writing material with you. You can write up here."
Standing up, I leaned over, and as I began to write, I knew that something else was going to happen, so I stood quiet. As I expected, he slowly raised my dress, and carefully tried to push his cock in. I turned as much as I could in trying to help him. When he got the head in -he gently pushed me back and gave me to understand that he wanted me to sit down on it; he could do no pushing without being detected, so I slowly worked up and down, the best I could in this way doing the work for him.
He leaned over as though looking at my writing closer; he placed his open hand upon the surface of the desk; I saw what he meant, and bending closer, I placed my little tittie in his and, he began to press and fondle it and play with the nipple, which now stood hard.
I could not realize the situation, being fucked in the presence of all the children and by the teacher, whom I had always greatly feared, hardly daring to move for fear of being detected; this all added greatly to my excitement. So, I slowly kept on until I was ready to "go off." I began to work faster. It also hurt, because his cock was so thick. With all my care -he had forced more than half of it in, but stopped me, quieting my movements with his free hand, but I finally went off, which must have caused him to "come" too; I felt him squirting the hot juice into me. All this time, he quietly kept on with his slow dictation, which I neither heard nor wrote on my paper; when he had finished, it slipped out of its own accord. As we left the school, an Miss Levrette and Melanie ran up to me.
She said, "Today the teacher fucked you, didn't he?"
"I said, "No."
"That means he did," Miss Levrette laughed.
Melanie said, "We know all about it. He never fucks me."
Miss Levrette said, "He only jerks me off."
She was a skinny, homely girl, with two small breasts, which stood out straight, and a broad seat.
"He had been screwing me since last year," Melanie asserted.
"Undoubtedly now it is my turn."
At one time later, he kept me after school. As soon as the girls had left the room, he called me to the platform and without any remarks put his cock into my hand. I immediately proceeded to satisfy him. Being alone, we had nothing to fear. After playing with him for awhile, and after he had put his fingers into my opening several times, he sat me on his lap, astride of him, as though riding a horse; he hugged me close to him, playing with my titties with the other hand, tenderly kissing me on the mouth. I was quite touched with this show of tenderness, as we were quite alone, I worked so hard that I nearly broke my back. But, in five minutes it was all over and I went home.
I remember with regret what happened to this earnest teacher; I felt very sorry for him, as I was quite fond of him.
In one of the lower grades was a beautiful girl, the daughter of a carpenter. She was about eight years old, small for her age, but thick-set and broad, an angel face, rosy cheeks and long, blonde curls; she was unusually stout and her little titties were quite noticeable.
This teacher taught her how to jerk him off, play with his testicles; even went so far as to squirt into her little bare pussy. The child undoubtedly told her mother of the abnormal acts.
The mother was naturally terribly enraged and immediately told her husband, who, having no use for teachers in general, reported the matter to the police. After an investigation the teacher was arrested and then the investigation led to the discovery of other victims of his nefarious deeds; the children began telling on each other.
Finally my father received a summons to appear in court with me; when we arrived we found a large gathering of children with their mothers and fathers. We were not blamed as they discussed their troubles; my father was ignorant of the whole affair until now. He was just asking me if it were all true. I did not answer; I was ashamed. A great many of his "goings-on" were now discovered; a number of small children, from the first grade, hardly able to really talk plain, told how the teacher had put his "peter" into the little mouths and then "pee-peed!" The astonishment and rage was enormous.
Melanie was there with her father. Every time she started to talk he shouted, "shut up!" People looking at her remarked: "It is no wonder that he "used" her; she is no longer a girl; she is a grown woman."
Finally we were called before the judge. There was one man present, whom we later learned was the doctor. The judge was a nice looking man and young too, and he could hardly keep from laughing.
I was trembling with fright.
He asked me, "Did the teacher do anything to you?"
"No," I said.
"I mean did he touch you -you know what I mean?"
"Yes."
"Where did he touch you?"
"There!" I bashfully answered, pointing to my pussy.
"And what else did he do?"
"Nothing."
"Didn't he put something in your hand?"
"Yes."
"Well, then, what was it?" I was silent.
"Well -I know," said the judge.
"And then did he put that 'thing' in 'there'? pointing to the 'spot.' "No, not all in."
"Oh, just a little ways?"
"Yes, about half."
The judge and the doctor both laughed outright; my father looked at me in silence. "Where else did he touch you?"
"Here," pointing to my breasts.
"Well," remarked the judge to the doctor, "I doubt if there was any temptation for him there?"
The doctor came over to me, and in a business-like way felt and examined my titties, saying: "Oh, plenty -plenty of temptation."
"Well, now tell me," the judge went on, "didn't you try to resist him?"
"What was that, please?"
"I mean, didn't you push his hand away?"
"No!"
"And why did you touch his thing?"
"Because the teacher wanted me to."
"So, so; but he did not force you to?"
Hesitating, I ventured a "no," but I noticed that this was a dangerous and important question.
"And why did you allow him to do all this?"
"Because the teacher wanted it."
"Yes; why didn't you say: "teacher please, I don't like that?"
"Because I did not dare."
"So it was respect and fear of the teacher?"
"Yes," I cried relieved, "it was fear."
But the judge continued, "Didn't you tempt him? Didn't you say: 'yes, I wanted to do it, or look at him like this?"
With all my trembling fright, I had to smile, but answered: "No!"
"And now," the judge continued: "tell me one thing more; but I want the truth -you understand -the absolute truth -did you like what the teacher did to you?"
I did not answer; I was afraid.
"I mean," he repeated, "were you willing and did you like to play with his thing?"
"Oh, no," I eagerly replied.
"Or -but I want the truth -" he went on -"when he put that thing into you, did it give you any pleasure or did it hurt?"
"Sometimes it hurt, but not always," I replied.
"So, sometimes it felt good?" he asked in sharp tones.
"Yes," I blurted out, "sometimes," I stammered, "but only on rare occasions."
The judge smiled; my father looked at me astonished and angry.
"Well, go on, little one," the judge continued.
'Sometimes it felt good."
"And you did it willingly, isn't that so?"
"No!" I remonstrated, fearing my father, "I did not like it, and never did it willingly."
"Yes, but you just said that it felt good?"
"Well, I couldn't help it, when it went in and out -" He interrupted, "All right, all right. You did not like to do it, but you unwillingly got some pleasure from it. Is that it?"
"Yes," I nodded.
"Doctor, please," the judge turned to the doctor: "Will you kindly affirm this matter?"
I did not know what was about to happen. The doctor ordered me to sit on a high stool; he raised my skirt and spreading my thighs and opening my slit with his fingers, I felt him insert something hard. Withdrawing it, he said: "The proof is absolute, she has had intercourse with him."
Bewildered, I got down from the chair.
"Now tell me," the judge went on, "do you know whether the teacher has done this thing to the other girls?"
"Why, there is a number of them in the ante room," I said.
He laughed again.
"I know that, but I want you to tell me whether you personally heard or saw anything?"
"Yes," I answered. "Melanie and the Levrette girl told me so themselves."
"And did he do the same to them as he did to you?"
"No," I said in haste, "he never fucked Miss Levrette."
"Did you hear that word from the teacher?" the judge asked. I was perplexed. "No, not from him."
"From whom, then?" he wanted to know. "Oh, just so -in school -from the other girls."
"From the Huile girl or Levrette girl? "
"I don't remember."
"Now you said he did not fuck Miss Levrette?"
"No, he just had her play with him."
"But Miss Huile?"
"Yes, he fucked her."
"Did you see it?"
"Yes, I saw it once."
"And the other times?"
"She just told me about them."
Turning to my father, he said: "Mr. Mauraux, I am sorry that you have been obliged to hear this pitiful story; that such an erring teacher, without conscience, should have ruined your daughter. Be consoled, the child is young. I assure you that no one will ever hear of this, and by keeping a strict moral watch over her, I hope that all evil results will be avoided."
We went home and then I felt convinced that the teacher had "ruined" me. He was sentenced to a long term in prison; the fact that he ruined Melanie and myself, making the case doubly strong against him. When I now think back, that Melanie and I had been "ruined" long ago as undoubtedly many of the other girls who had testified against him, I really felt sorry for him.
But this affair seemed to have decided my entire future life, as you will see, as I proceed with my story. I might have been a good true woman, as is Melanie, who is married now and mistress of her father's inn. She is surrounded by a brood of her own children; also a number of former schoolmates have pleasant homes and families; these early indiscretions having done them no harm.
Undoubtedly, the fear of becoming pregnant had a great bearing on their purity, until they fell in love and married.
Although they say that they have been indiscreet at times, as my mother has been, in the eyes of the world they were honorable good wives; they did not become whores, as I have done.
Next I will write of the adventures which caused me to become a courtesan.
As I have said before, I do not regret the life that I have led, but I do regret the cause -not the result. I do wish to state here, however, which is the absolute truth; I am convinced that today there are thousands of girls, in the lower as well as the upper classes, who unconsciously, as children, are ignorant of misdoings, who go through the same experiences that I have so far related -later becoming honorable girls, good wives and mothers, who completely forgot their mistakes they made in their childhood days.
My brothers had gone out as apprentices, Jean to learn the same trade as my father; Pierre the youngest, to become a bookbinder. I only saw them on Sunday afternoons. Jean rarely talked to me, but Pierre told me that he had a servant girl where he worked who let him fuck her and that he could sleep with her nights if he liked.
We had a roomer, a quiet old man, who left the house and returned late. I slept on the lounge while my mother's bed still unoccupied stood besides father's.
One day father said, with reference to the episode with the teacher: "I should give you a good thrashing. You are a dirty little wench!"
That was the only time he ever mentioned the matter.
I was shocked!
"But I could not help it!"
"Well yes," he said, "I suppose that is so-but such a dirty pup!"
After a pause he said, "Well -done is done -but, from now on, I will watch you. You will go nowhere without my permission and from today on, you will sleep there -" pointing to mother's bed, next to his own. "We always have a roomer and I am going to watch you."
So that night I slept in mother's bed, next to my father's.
When he came home from the saloon, it was probably eleven o'clock. I did not wake until I heard him whisper: "Are you there? Do you hear? Are you there?"
Half asleep, I answered, "Yes father, I am here."
"Oh yes -there you are!"
"His hand slid down my throat, where he had first touched me, to my breast. I was paralyzed, as he began to feel of my titties. I lay perfectly quiet.
"So, then," he stammered, "that is where the teacher held you?"
"Yes, father," I whispered, "there also?" taking hold of the other breast. "Yes, father."
"The scoundrel," he went on, "the dog -he would like that," but all the time he was playing with my nipples.
"How did he do it?" he asked.
"Just as you are doing it," I stammered.
Running his hand under my nightshirt, he caught hold of my pussy. Playing in the hair with his fingers, he whispered: "Josie?"
"Yes, father?"
"Josie, and did he feel down here too -?"
"Yes, father, there too!"
"Perhaps even with his cock -?"
I was shocked, choked and frightened at all this that I could not speak. As father knew everything, I could not imagine; had he forgotten, or, was he doing all this for a purpose?
He repeated, "I say with his cock, did he touch you there?"
"Yes, father."
"In there?" He tried to put his hand on 'it' and push his finger in; I pushed his away. "But father?" I said.
"I want to know," he whispered, again taking hold of me, "but father!" I begged, "don't do that!"
He had his finger in the opening now.
"Father! Stop!" I whispered, "you know that he had it in, please stop -!" I whispered.
"Did he fuck you?" pushing his finger still further in.
"Yes!" I said quickly, "he fucked me -I could not help it."
"That is your good fortune," he grumbled, leaving me alone; he then turned over and went to sleep.
For a few nights we slept quietly in our respective beds. He did not touch me again. I had nearly forgotten the incident; when I did think of it, I laid it to a terrible rage that he must harbor against the teacher.
One Saturday night, we had been in the inn. As we went to bed, that night, father again reached over.
"You -," he said, as he took hold of my breasts.
"Yes, father!"
"How often did the teacher fuck you?"
"I don't remember."
"Well, how often?"
"But I can't remember!"
"I want to know!" He squeezed my titties so hard that I screamed. "But father -!"
"How often-?"
"Perhaps ten times."
"So? Ten times, eh?" He played with my nipple until it got hard. "Ten times?" he suddenly asked.
I had to smile. "But, no, each time only once."
"So, ten times?"
He fingered my nipple until it stood straight out. I became curious and quite passionate, but so ashamed that I pushed his hand away.
"Now, father -stop -what are you doing?"
"Nothing -nothing!" he murmured and withdrew.
For a few more days nothing occurred. I was usually asleep when he came into the bedroom. It never entered my thoughts that he wanted something else. I just imagined that he could not forget the teacher.
One evening, we retired early. Reaching over and feeling for me, he said: "What's the matter?"
"Nothing father," I answered.
He reached into my nightshirt and I covered my breasts with my hands. "Were you in school?"
"Yes."
"Well, does he fondle you too? He caught hold of my breast and was playing with it. "No, father."
"And how about the teacher?"
"We have a woman teacher."
"So? And the Reverend teacher does he do anything to you?"
I tried to force his hand away, saying: "No, he does nothing."
With a quick move, he reached between my legs; before I could prevent, he held my pussy in his hand!
"I beg of you, father -father!" I breathed hard; he was tickling me. I became hot and passionate.
"You know," he stuttered, "if the new teacher should begin to play with you -" he began to drum on my clitoris, "if he should really try anything like this -" as 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 fuck -the longing for a cock was so great that I could hardly control myself, but I was afraid that he would kill me should I do the wrong move. I thought that he was only trying me out to see whether I would resist temptation.
But a few nights later 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 was asleep, filled with curiosity, anxious to see what he wanted. I remained perfectly quiet.
He took my left nipple and began to kiss and lick it; unwittingly I began to tremble -more with passion than curiosity. He again started to lick and suck. Then he was fooling with hot titties. Every time that I trembled, he stopped. I thought that he was trying to find out if I were awake, but I pretended to sleep harder than ever.
Suddenly he lifted the bed covers, raised my nightshirt; my heart beat aloud-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 began to snore, acting as though I was not aware of these actions. He got between my legs, bracing himself on his elbows. He slowly rubbed his cock against my slit. I could not resist that, but as I began working up and down, still snoring and acting as though doing it in my sleep. He held his cock up against the lips of my cunt, barely getting the head in. By now I was so excited that I hoped every instant that he would put it in the rest of the way -I was nearly crazy -but my inaction caused him to go on, suddenly wetting my hair and belly with his discharge.
I was now convinced of what he wanted. I must admit, that as 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 were 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 were asleep and satisfied that I was, from my regular breathing, he undressed. Raising the bedcovers, he got into my bed and lying by my side, carefully covered us both. He lay close to me, and suddenly raising my nightshirt -I felt his cock stiffen -pressed against my naked thigh. Raising my gown a little higher and higher, until it was around my neck -he began playing with my titties -kissing and sucking them.
This roused my passion -I was afraid that he was going round the outside again, and I 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 as I had partly spread them already. When he touched me with his fingers-I did not resist-but 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 cunt with his cock-I got so passionate that I could not resist and kept moving around, in order to get it in.
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 in as far as it would go.
The sensation was so delicious that I unthinkingly said: "Oh!"
He lay quiet, with his prick sucking in me. I knew that I had nothing to fear and acting as though awakening, I said: "Father! What are you doing?" At the same time slowly pushing upwards several times.
He was frightened, but did not leave me.
"Father!" I whispered, "for goodness sake -what are you doing?"
He did not answer.
"Stop -Father! Stop! What are you doing?"
As I spoke, I began to push harder.
"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 me! It is me!" each time giving a harder push.
"Father!" I went on, but he said nothing.
"Why? Father, you are fucking me!" And I put my arms around him. He caught my breast, and without further words, started to work in regular strokes.
Holding him tight, I whispered in his ear: "This is a sin -father! I am afraid -oh! faster -faster -faster -faster! There -that is good! But I am afraid oh father -!"
"That is alright," 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 good daughter!" I asked, "Father, is it good to you too?"
"Yes! Yes!" and he again put his mouth on one of my titties.
"Whenever you want to, father -" I whispered, "you can fuck me all that you want!" Keep quiet!"
"Yes, I will!"
"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 -Josie! -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 I went to bed, I crawled over to him. Placing his hands on my naked titties, I whispered: "Father, are you angry with 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, "if the teacher could do this, then it is all right."
I reached down, took hold of his cock, which immediately stood like a soldier at command.
"Father, if you would like to again, I will let you."
"In God's name," he replied.
I then got on top of him, riding him. I put it in. He held my breasts; we soon finished another turn.
CHAPTER EIGHT
My father was now very friendly. During the day, every time that he came near me, he patted my titties, and I, in return 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. 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 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 cock which was now limber -put it in my mouth and began to suck on it! "Is that good?"
"Yes, that is very blissful and good! Keep it up!"
"Father," I lied, "the teacher did that to me too." I did not dare tell on the priest. "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 began to suck-my own father-sucking his own daughter's cunt-so vigorously did he use his tongue-that I almost lost my breath! I was satisfied either way-helping all I could.
About this time we changed roomers. The one that we had now was a waiter in a small restaurant or lunch room. He was a slender fellow, a yellow, sallow complexion, dark eyes. Although about thirty-six, he had only a few hairs on his lip as an excuse for a moustache. I disliked him. After the first few days, he began to feel my breasts. He eyed me with scorn, and holding me, began pressing my titties. I feared that the nipples would raise; enraged, I struck him, kicked him until he had to let me go. Angry at this he said: "Well, I suppose only a holy teacher can touch the young lady?"
"Hold your tongue!"
"I see! I see! Only holy Fathers may fuck you!"
He must have heard the story from the neighbors, but I was his match.
"If you don't keep your mouth shut," I shouted, "I will report you to the police."
He turned pale and in a rage finished dressing, throwing his thighs around in his room. Angrily putting on his hat, he came close to me and whispered: "Wait! You threaten me with the police, you bitch -just wait! You will beg me to do you the honor some day!"
Several weeks later I was washing myself, wearing only an underslip, as father was just leaving, he quickly bade me farewell. Reaching into my slip, he quickly fondled my titties. At that instant, Rudolph opened his door. Rudolph was the waiter, he had never been up that early before. Father quickly withdrew his hand. Rudolph meekly asked: "Pardon me, could I have my breakfast earlier? I have to go to the magistrate.
We hoped that he had not noticed anything, but when father had gone, and I went into the kitchen to prepare Rudolph's breakfast, he grinned and asked: "So -your father may play with your titties?"
"You lie!" I answered blushing.
"But I saw it!" he said.
"You saw nothing of the kind!" I shouted back at him.
"Father only said that I should wash myself better."
He laughed out loud, walked to the sink, quietly took out his cock and began washing it, saying: "I must wash myself better, too!"
"He then came towards me, saying: "Yes, I must wash myself better, because today or tomorrow Miss Josie will ask me to screw her!"
I laughed with scorn and he left, but it was he who laughed last.
This time it was me who did not answer. Weeks passed. But he did not notice me. Father and I enjoyed ourselves; not every night, but quite often. We had tried every way which I learned. Living in this way with father, I remained away from all the others. Only twice did I go to see the holy Father and then only to Communion.
The first time that I went to him, I found a little, seven-year-old girl with him. He had completely undressed her.
She smiled at him, laying there on the bed. As I entered, the father was licking her little cunnie with his tongue -which the child greatly enjoyed. She later told me that her uncle and the butcher did "that" to her too; of course they could not fuck her. His Reverence did not try to fuck her, but as a precaution that she might not sin, he was -"just cleansing her." I arrived just in time; I laid on the bed and he gave me a good fucking! Then he dismissed us both, he remaining behind.
The second time we were alone, I confessed my relations with my father. Clasping his hands, he said: "Then you are lost!"
I did not believe this nonsense any more, but just played my part in the comedy. I decided that I would earn his "absolution" at any cost.
"I will do penance, your Reverence!" I said solemnly.
"What do you mean, 'penance'?" he asked.
I knelt before him, took out his cock and began to lick it and suck it so hard that he trembled like a kettle of boiling water. I pushed his holy "want" away back into my throat; he stooped, raised me and said: "Come!"
I turned around. Raising my dress, I reached back and pushed his "holy semen" into me far, from behind. I worked so hard and fast that he could not hold back -but went off in a few minutes, but I did not rest; immediately I began to patiently play with him, sucking and using all the known arts. I soon had him going the second time; we parted the best of friends -my sins were all forgiven. I had to promise to have nothing more to do with father sexually, which I readily promised, knowing that I could easily get his forgiveness every time that I broke the promise.
After our first great passions had been satisfied, father made it a rule to fuck me only on Sunday mornings before getting up.
This was the custom amongst all the working classes, as the men were tired during the week; but on Sunday morning -after a good night's rest they fucked their wives, so now I seldom got a piece during the week or at night when I begged for it.
He seemed in the best of humor in the morning while he was dressing and I was preparing his breakfast, wearing no clothes except a chemise or possibly a short skirt. He always played with me a little before leaving the house.
One morning, I think it was on a Thursday, we had not had anything since the Sunday morning before; every time father came near me he felt my titties. This aroused my passions.
Finally, after he had finished washing himself, I was about to air the bedclothes, when I passed him, he caught me and started to play with my nipples until they got hard. I was crazy for a good fuck -as he stood in front of me in his underclothes, I took hold of his cock -which then stood straight out. After playing with each a short time, father, not thinking, threw me down on the bed where I was ready to pick up the clothes to take them out for an airing. I, thoughtlessly hoping for a 'little morning exercise," he just raised my skirt and got on top of me -when Rudolph opened the door.
"Oh, pardon me!" he said, jumping back.
We jumped up! Father went out at once. Shortly I heard father come in and say: "You have to drag that girl out of bed, or she will not get up."
Rudolph laughed wickedly.
Father then came back to quiet me, saying: "He did not see anything."
I did not say anything, but was convinced otherwise. Father had barely left the house when Rudolph stalked in.
"Well!" he snapped, "perhaps your father just wanted you to wash yourself better again, today?"
I was still only clothed in my chemise and short skirt; I held a towel before my naked breasts. Tearing it away, he said: "Stop your nonsense. I have no respect for a bitch like you -who fucks her own father!"
"We were not fucking," denying the truth.
"Shut up," he yelled, "you mean to deny what I saw myself?"
"You saw nothing!"
"So -wasn't he lying on top of you when I came in? And didn't you have your slip up to your neck?"
"No!" I said, but uncertainly.
"So? So?" as he came nearer. "I will tell you what I saw; I was outside and saw him put his hand in your slip -and do you know what else I saw -? " I looked scared.
"I saw," he went on, "how you took his cock out of his pants and then he threw you down on the bed." I was dumbfounded.
"Well -" he laughed as he lifted my chin, "isn't that the truth?"
I looked down and did not answer.
"And, now," he said, in decisive and threatening tones, "because Miss Josie was so saucy and mean to me, I am going straight to the police and report the whole story."
I was not prepared for this. I was seized with a terrible fear; he was pleased and tantalized me further, continuing: "You will both be locked up -you and your dear papa!"
"No! "I called out.
"No?" he repeated. "No, well, we shall see! I can swear to what I saw," at that he walked towards the door, saying: "I will go at once!" I jumped between him and the door. "Please -" I stammered, "there is no use to beg." He reached for the door. I held his arm. "Please -" I begged again.
"I -won't you forgive me, Mr. Rudolph, for being rude to you?"
"Aha!" he mocked, "now all at once-well-well!"
"Don't go to the police, Mr. Rudolph, please."
"Oh, yes," he threatened, "I am going to the police." I burst out crying: "Please, don't go, Mr. Rudolph; I could not help it!" '"What couldn't you help?'"
"What my father does."
"So -" he stepped up close to me, "on that account you did not know me -on that account you pushed me from you when I wanted to feel your titties," lightly touching my breast.
"I won't do it again!" I cried.
"So, now you will let me play with your titties -yes?"
"Yes, Mr. Rudolph."
He took hold of my slip, tore it open and took out my nipple and began to play on it with his forefinger.
"I may do this now, may I?" mockingly.
"Yes! Yes!" I said, permitting him to rub against my middle with his stomach, saying: "I suppose now that I may also do this?"
"Yes! Yes!" Mr. Rudolph!" I was helpless.
"And now," he grinned, "you would let me fuck you?"
It seemed my only hope.
"Yes, Mr. Rudolph!"
"And I don't care to fuck you!" he laughed. "I just want to go to the police." I cried and sobbed loudly. Then he went on: "Unless you beg me to screw you -ha?"
"I beg you, please -Mr. Rudolph!"
"Wait!" playing harder with my titties. "Please, Mr. Rudolph!" I repeated. "Say it!" he shouted, pushing me against the wall. "Please, Mr. Rudolph -fuck me -!" I said obediently. "Well, then, come -!" Going to the bed, I followed.
"Lie down!" I obeyed. "Then raise your clothes!" Again I obeyed.
He looked at me as I lay there, then commanded: "Unbutton my pants!"
I obeyed this order. As I did so, his cock popped out! It was long and pinkish and curved up. He got on top of me saying.
"And now -you must put it in yourself."
I did as he ordered. I felt a pleasant shock, also I had lost my fear of the police. I breathed easier. He had it almost all in, but remained perfectly quiet, then he said: "Now you must say, please Mr. Rudolph, now push."
"Please, Mr. Rudolph -now push -" I gladly repeated, my breasts were bare and he played with them awhile as he slowly worked his cock in! Then he slowly withdrew it mostly all the way out. Oh, how I hated him, yet I became passionate from his slow, regular movement. After about ten of these insertions, I began to work -I was now enjoying it despite my hate for him -wondering why I had dreaded him for so long a time.
"Oh! Oh!" he said, "now I shall fuck Josie often!"
And I answered, "Harder! Harder -I am coming -oh, yes -fuck me often -as often as you please."
"That is right," he responded, "now we understand each other and will get along fine."
"Oh!" I whispered, "I am coming -please, come too Mr. Rudolph!"
"Take it easy!" he replied. "I have plenty of time," keeping up the same slow movement; suddenly he asked without stopping.
"Do you often fuck with your father?"
I lied, "No, this was the first time that he tried it."
Pushing his prick way in again, he said, "Don't lie!"
"Oh, I am coming -I am coming again -!" I called. "Tell me the truth!" he commanded. "Yes, yes," I answered. "So! You and your father fuck very often?"
"Yes -often -I am coming again! Faster -faster faster."
"When mostly?"
"Mostly at night!"
"Since when?"
"About six months ago."
"Every night?"
"No!"
"Does he fuck good?"
"Yes!"
"Better than I?"
"No, oh no," I assured him. "Oh -I am coming again!"
"Do you also take it in your mouth," he inquired further.
"Yes!"
"And you will take mine?"
"Yes," I promised him. "And does he suck you off?"
"Yes!"
"Do you want me to do it to you, too?"
He kept this up for about half an hour; I fairly swam in my own juice and bliss. At last he stammered: "I am coming now -now -now!"
He filled me with such a load that you could hear it gurgle as it ran out of my cunt!
"I knew at once," he said, "that I was going to fuck you!"
"How?"
"Because I knew at once what was going on when I heard the story about the teacher, and when I saw that you slept with your father."
"I can't help it," defending myself. "Father said so." .
"I believe that," he laughed.
"You won't tell anybody?" I wanted to know.
"Of course not. if you will always let me fuck you."
"Yes, I will always let you," I answered. "And besides -I have known it for some time," he smiled. " What do you mean?"
"How so?"
"Because I have watched you several times." Shocked once more, I said: "When -where, when did you see it?"
"Several times on Sunday morning."
"So?"
"Shall I prove it? Last Sunday you were on top the first time, then you took it in your mouth and then you finished the second underneath. Is that right?"
"Yes," I said. I remembered; it was dawn. He got up saying: "Well, from now on, you are my sweetheart; now I have two."
"Two?" I said. "Yes."
"And who is the other one?"
"You will see her soon enough." At that he left.
After that he came in every morning after father had gone, inquiring: "Well, anything doing last night?"
I had to tell him whether I had fucked or not. He also wanted to know whether I was fucking any other men. I denied this and wisely told him nothing of the priest. He did not stay with me every day; often he would just play around awhile, telling me: "Nothing doing today. Yesterday I fucked my sweetheart."
I did not like him except when he was doing it to me. I did not hate him anymore, however; I thought him unusually wise and looked up to him.
I went to see the priest about every two weeks. By now my visits were not for confession, repentance, doing penance or cleansing.
One day as soon as I came into the room, he undressed me, then fucked me -sucked me off; I did the same to him. We talked frankly, nothing but smut' since then I treated him as other men, even calling him by his given name.
Rudolph treated me well, as also did my father. I wanted nothing more. When father played with my titties while dressing, or I played with his cock, I had nothing to fear as I knew that Rudolph was not watching. Several times I jokingly remarked: "This morning you caught me and my father," and fie interrupted: "Did you fuck?"
"No, but he played with me again." Rudolph replied, "Well, let him play -I will not watch anymore."
Several times while playing with me father remarked: "Psst! Rudolph might come in!" It was I who quieted him: "Never mind, he is asleep."
One morning he was playing with me; having opened my slip, he was kissing and sucking my nipples, which to the present day arouses my passions at once. He was clad only in his nightshirt. I reached for his prick and when I stroked it -it stood erect. Putting his hand under my slip, he pushed me towards the bed. I happened to think of Rudolph and resisted, saying: "No! No! He might hear!"
"Nonsense, he is sleeping," father said, "and I will come quickly."
I rubbed his cock, saying: "Well, come this way!" I did not dare lie down.
"But you will have no pleasure that way," he remarked.
"I don't need any," I said anxious for it. I let him throw me on the bed, and to waste no time, I put in myself.
"Now, father, please push!"
He began pushing.
"Oh faster -faster!" I pleased.
"Oh -and just today it is so good!" he whispered, "lam coming already-now!"
I said, "Just one more push -there -there -I am coming now!"
I felt him going, but just then the door opened, Rudolph appeared and directly inquired: "What are you doing there, neighbor?"
Father was nonplussed! But he pushed several times more in his eagerness to finish, nevertheless.
Rudolph remarked with sarcasm: "Don't let me disturb you."
Father now jumped up; pale and panting hard, he stood before Rudolph. Rudolph eyed him sharply; I remained on the bed, not knowing what to do.
"Let us cover the girl first," mocked Rudolph, pulling down my slip. Seeing my naked titties, he threw a pillow over them: "Allow me -seeing naked breasts always disturbs me." Father could not utter a word. Rudolph turned to him, and said: "Well, neighbor, what have you been doing to your daughter?"
Father stammered, "Mr. Rudolph, you surely do not want to ruin me?"
Rudolph laughed, "Why should I? It is nobody's business, if you chose to screw your own daughter; you made her, didn't you?"
"Mr. Rudolph!" stuttered father, "I am a widower; I have no more; I can't sweat it out of my hide!"
"Well, well, that is alright!"
"Mr. Rudolph, you give me your holy oath that you will not betray me?"
"I could not think of it!" he called, "I will not sweat nothing, but dress yourself; come into the kitchen and we will talk it over."
Father remarked just once: "If he reports me, the scoundrel -I'll kill him!"
I felt the same way about the matter.
We fell asleep; woke up; fell asleep again; anxiously waiting for Rudolph to come home, hoping that father could talk to him. 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 have the honor, Mr. Rudolph."
Without further talk, Rudolph called: " Come, let Josie come out to me!" Rudolph slowly reappeared, "Let Josie come out to me."
"What do you want?" father asked, sitting up in bed, in a threatening tone, "Of course you have no objections?"
Father understood and did not answer. Rudolph waited at the door.
Finally father whispered, "Well -go, we can do nothing -oh, Josie," he said, downhearted.
I sprang out of bed and ran to the door.
"Come to bed," he said; we both got in.
"So -" he whispered, hugging me tight, "now you remain here for half an hour, and then go back and tell him that I fucked you!"
"I don't dare," I replied.
"Why not?" he encouraged, "he won't dare touch you; didn't he tell you to come?" We lay quiet; I waited.
"So -and when he asks you whether I screwed you, you say yes." He started again.
I asked, "But aren't you going to fuck me?"
"No!" he answered, "I just fucked my sweetheart twice; I can't do it anymore."
"Nevertheless," I said taking hold of his limber cock, "I am sure that it will go."
"Do you want to?" he asked, taking hold of my titties.
"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 down so that I could take his prick in my mouth; at the same time he played in my cunt with his tongue. This was something new for me, but I found it exceedingly pleasant; while I played with his cock in my mouth -he sucked me off, so, I went off every few minutes. I was glad to hold his cock in my mouth; it hindered my crying out, which I could not help from doing as the feeling was so heavenly! I was glad for father's sake that I could keep quiet. I quickly turned around and put it where it rightfully belonged; we kept as quiet as possible. When we 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 fuck you?" he angrily asked. "Yes -but you sent me out there!"
"He fucked 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 onto the bed, spread my legs apart, getting between them. I reached for his cock, 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 his cock into me -as far as it would go. "You are nothing but a whore and now he fucked you too -he too -and did he put it in your mouth, too?"
"I am coming father -I am coming -oh!"
"How about you -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 later, on a holiday, father and Rudolph had not spoken during this time -Rudolph was asleep when father left and Rudolph left when father came home. On this certain day, we had just finished our supper; father sat smoking his pipe. Rudolph came in; an unusual hour for him to come -eight-thirty "Good evening, neighbor," he cheerfully grunted to father, placing two bottles of wine on the table, remarking: "Shall we have some wine together?"
Father liked wine, so he smiled, saying: "I don't mind."
Rudolph went on, very friendly: "I hope we are not enemies? What say you?"
"No!" laughed father, "not enemies-on account of Josie, 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 fuck me. But, Rudolph relieved my mind by saying: "Neighbor, you will not object if I invite my sweetheart to be present?"
"What sweetheart?" inquired father, astonished.
"She is waiting in the hall," Rudolph said.
"I beg of you, have her come in!"
Rudolph went out and immediately returned with his sweetheart.
She was barely fifteen, very pretty; a turned-up nose, cute, saucy eyes, 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 titties in his hand, saying to father: "That is some tittie, neighbor -hard as a rock!"
She laughed out loud and father eyed the tittie 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, Josie has nice, hard little titties too -never any nicer -very nice indeed -just as nice as Zenzi's, only smaller, not so pointed , but more round."
Zenzi laughed again.
"Zenzi!" commanded Rudolph, "show this gentleman your titties!"
Obediently she unbuttoned her waist, then her slip and one tittie popped out; it was wonderful! How pointed and solid it stood out. The nipple looked like a small teat grown onto the larger one. I was admiring it and did not notice that Rudolph slipped his hand under my slip then put his hand 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 them; he made them bounce up and down.
"Revenge, 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 his cock out, she fondled it, then she took out his testicles gently stroking them, she looked into father's eyes and laughed.
"If you want to fuck Zenzi, you may, with pleasure!" called Rudolph. "It is only revenge, neighbor!"
Father did not reply, but permitted Zenzi to continue stroking his cock.
"Zenzi," said Rudolph, "you will let the gentleman -you understand?"
Zenzi understood, she thought, and raising her dress was about to sit on father's knees.
"Zenzi!" called Rudolph, "what do you do first?"
Immediately she knelt before my father and his cock disappeared into her mouth!
Rudolph got up.
"Now then, I will leave her with you, neighbor," he said, "and I will take Josie with me; are you willing?"
Father only nodded. Rudolph went to him. "Stop sucking, Zenzi!" he ordered.
She stopped at once, looking at him.
"Now listen, neighbor, I will leave Zenzi with you; you will fuck Zenzi; I will take Josie with me; I will fuck Josie!"
Zenzi lay on the bed and he got on top of her. She laughed loudly.
"Go on," stammered father, and he got up and aimed his cock and with one quick move she steered him to the right place. We saw how father began to work. Zenzi whispered: "No, just fuck nice -just screw nice -that's good!"
Rudolph and I were very passionate.
"Well, now," he said, "we need not mind them," he threw me on the other bed and -I felt him pushing it in! We were a fine quartette; father breathing hard -: "Give me your titties -push harder -there -that is good!"
Rudolph coughed: "Heaven on 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 fuck me -make me a baby -fuck me -yes -yes -bite the titties -bite them off -oh, Rudolph! -he is sucking my titties -he is fucking me -!"
Soon both Rudolph and my father, each squirted; their bellowing, snorting and coughing, mingled with the squealing sobbings and hard breathing of we 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 at once began to play with my titties. I got busy with his cock, trying to bring another erection; not meeting immediately with successful results, turning around, as I was getting under father, I decided to try the new art that I recently learned from Rudolph; placing my cunt over my father's face, my head between his legs -I licked and sucked his cock. His tool started to stand. We heard Zenzi in the other room say; "Fuck me, Rudi, please -you do it best of all -oh! Rudi -of all the cocks that I ever had, you are the best of all oh, fuck me hard -there -there -in and out, in and out ah -ah -I will do anything that you say Rudi -oh! Rudi!"
He answered, "Shut up you goose, and let me fuck!"
"Does she do it well?" I asked father as he began to work on me.
"Yes, very good -so warm -so tight -she holds to you."
"Better than I?" as I jumped up and down with my ass.
"No, no, now faster -faster with your ass -oh faster -!" and I answered: "Oh, fuck me -oh, please fuck me -there -you do it the best that way! I just learned that from Zenzi." Father replied: From then on, Zenzi lived with us. She slept in the kitchen with Rudolph, and busied herself around the house with me during the day. I also became heartily sick of her, although she took a great deal from me; 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. They got along well together and shared us they saw fit. Rudolph getting more than his share; quite often he remained at home all day. On those occasions he fucked us both.
One day as I was returning home, just as I stepped in the hall, I found Mr. Horage feeling of Zenzi's titties. Zenzi called out, "Hello Josie!"
Horage hardly noticed me. I found Rudolph in the kitchen. He inquired, "Have you seen Zenzi?" Thinking that this was a chance to get back at her, I answered, "Yes, down the hall."
"Who was with her?" he asked.
"Mr. Horage," 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," he laughed.
After a long time, Zenzi came in. I expected a scene and listened to them.
"Where have you been so long?" asked Rudolph.
She began, "He fucked me already!" she said, laughingly.
"Where?" Rudolph asked, astonished.
"In the cellar," she said.
"Well -and?" he asked.
"Twenty francs -there it is -" 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 the man walking in 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 cock -and how it stands!"
He said, "Remove your brassiere from your breasts." She replied, "Shall I undress?"
"It would be better," he answered. After a pause we heard a noise as if someone was falling on the bed. Zenzi said, "Come here!" Immediately we heard her moan: "Ah fuck me -fuck me nice -there!" The man interrupted saying, "Keep still, I can't bear talking while I am fucking!"
"The hog," whispered Rudolph.
Through listening, I became amorous and reached for Rudolph's trousers.
He pushed me away saying, "Stop that! I have no time now!"
In the kitchen the bed was creaking, the man grunting and Zenzi breathing hard. Finally she laughed, saying, "Now it is over." The man got out of bed.
Zenzi said, "Now you are already dressed."
We heard money rattle, the man opened the door and disappeared. Zenzi came in, naked and laughing -handed Rudolph thirty francs.
"I got thirty francs!" she said.
Rudolph put the money in his pocket, saying: "Dress youself!"
She put on her clothes, telling us what a nice man he was and what a short, thick cock he had. Rudolph interrupted her and sent for some wine and cigarettes.
As soon as she was gone, he asked me: "Now do you want to fuck?"
Not waiting for an answer, he backed me against the wall -and fucked me standing up -until the juice ran down my knees.
Then he said, "Tonight you will sleep with me." Father came home soon, and he and Rudolph both got drunk.
Father was continually feeling under Zenzi's clothes. "I would like to -yea, I'd like to -" he stammered. "Undress yourself!" commanded Rudolph, and she obeyed at once. "You too!" father said to me.
I took off my clothes, all of them, the same as Zenzi. Rudolph and father called us. As we came to them, Rudolph wanted to put his hand on me.
"No," mumbled father, "I will fuck my daughter-my daughter does not have to fuck strangers in whom she has no concern."
This angered Rudolph, but Zenzi sat down on his lap and busied herself with his cock. I did the same to my father. Soon we were 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 awhile Zenzi asked me: "Do you feel that you would like to fuck?"
"Yes," I answered, "but it is impossible to awaken them."
"That makes no difference," she said, and laughed. "When he is drunk -I fuck him anyway!"
She took his cock in her mouth, which stiffened at once. I did the same to father and was sucking on it, when Zenzi said "Stop! When he is drunk and asleep he will go off and squirt in your mouth, but if he is asleep and sober, he will wake up if you suck keenly at it. If he is drunk he will go off right away."
Both cocks now stood up stiff before us.
"Which one do you want?" I asked her.
"Neither!" she said. "I have fucked enough -I don't want anymore."
"Well, what shall I do?" I inquired.
"Well -you take both!" she laughed.
Following her directions, I squatted down on father, my back towards his head. Zenzi guided his cock into my cunt. I hardly felt it; then I began bobbing up and down on it.
"Is it good that way?" Zenzi asked.
"Yes," I answered.
"Wait! I shall show you something," she said, and reaching down started to play with my clitoris. I now danced a regular jig; father moaned in his sleep. She now started to suck my nipples. I was about to come for the second time, when father let go of his discharge; it seemed a pail full, as though all the wine he had drunk suddenly broke loose. Then his cock slipped out, limp and soft.
"Now come over to Rudolph," as I cried: "Oh my, I was just going to go off!"
She crawled after me, now performing the same duty as before.
I was soon jumping up and down -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 it 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 I 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 also!"
"Why don't you do the same as I did," I suggested. "No! No! That is impossible; they will not stand it!"
"Try it," I encouraged her.
She began with father, rubbing and playing with him, finally taking his cock in her mouth -but it was useless. She could not make it rise.
"No use," she said, as she turned to Rudolph. After some trying, she began coughing and spitting.
"My goodness! He is going off!" holding his limber cock until the last drop had been spent. Then 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 fuck -come on -won't you?"
She lay on her back, made me get on top of her, rubbing her pussy against mine for awhile; then she made me put my hand down, using my finger as though it was a cock.
"There -there -that feels so good! Put your finger all the way in-!"
She then started playing with my titties, and with her free hand played with my pussy.
Finally she said, "lam coming -lam 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 well! We kept this up until we finally lay over exhausted and went to sleep.
After this night we were fast friends. I often played with her titties like a man, and she with mine.
The next day we slept until broad daylight. Jean came home from the shop to find out why father did not come to work. Father told him that he was sick. Without even one look at me, he left. These drinking orgies were now repeated at short intervals. Zenzi now brought men to the house quite often; Rudolph did not work any more.
One day she came in with a man; we judged from his voice that he was old. When he undressed, Zenzi laughed.
"Oh, such a root!" The old man remonstrated: "Oh, that is nothing, that makes no difference; when he gets stiff, he will get much larger, all right!" After some time, she called out: "But he won't stand!"
He said, "It only takes a little longer, but he will stand!" After another long pause, she said in a whisper: "But I can't anymore -my hand aches!" He said, "That is nothing. Take it in your mouth."
"What will you give me if I do?"
"What will I give you? I don't mind -I will give you fifty francs--but take it in your mouth!" Rudolph made a move: "Good God," he mumbled, and I was thunderstruck at so much money. After a long wait, Zenzi finally said: "Now he is standing -come on-!" We heard them fall on the bed. Soon she laughed: "He has gone down again."
The man mumbled something; they rolled around in the bed, then Zenzi cried: "There -there -yes, that is good -now faster faster!"
Rudolph remarked: "Now he is sucking her off!"
And then Zenzi called: "Come quick, now! He is up again!"
They rolled again, Zenzi laughed: "Now he fell down again!"
The old man got mad, saying: "It is not so -just put it in!"
The bed shook and Zenzi said: "You have not got in at all! Let me," she said, "I will get it in."
The bed shook again. She sobbed and called: "There-at last! Now fuck hard-real hard-what-Through already?"
After that we heard them walking around in the kitchen. Soon the door opened and the man departed. Zenzi came running into the room holding her fifty francs in her hand and handed them to Rudolph.
Naturally, that night we had a big spree; we were all drunk.
I don't remember all we went through.
CHAPTER NINE
The next morning father again overslept. After this happened several times, he was finally discharged. He came home scolding and cursing, but Rudolph comforted him: "That is nothing; you will soon find work in some other place."
They were now the best of friends, but father felt that he had been terribly wronged and would not be quieted.
"Rest a few days and then look around for other work; it will do you good to have a few days sleep," so father began to sleep and rest. In the morning he remained in bed, then, when he got up, Rudolph and he played cards. In this way they both killed time. Sometimes playing with Zenzi, other times with my titties. He now used me almost every night and when he was able, Zenzi, during the day. He was drunk all the time.
One day while he was home, Zenzi brought a man. Now we three stood behind the kitchen door and listened as she did her "business" in the kitchen. Father was astonished; his eyes bulged when he saw Zenzi come in and hand Rudolph thirty francs.
A few days later the agent called and informed us that he could not allow these doings to continue; we either had to move or Zenzi must stop bringing men into the rooms. He was very polite and especially friendly toward Rudolph. I have no doubt that Rudolph had been bribing him with money. Zenzi only laughed. She had probably allowed him to use her on different occasions, or undoubtedly he would have put a stop to it long before. He was very sorry that he was obliged to notify us, but that the order came directly from the owner of the building.
When the agent had gone, Rudolph took Zenzi into the kitchen where they had a long conference. They did not come out, but we heard them on the bed, and from the noise and Zenzi's sobbing and hard breathing-we knew what was going on. This, of course, had its effect upon us, so, without any wine and fully dressed -we soon were playing the same "game."
After this Zenzi remained away all day, usually returning late at night, sometimes not until the next morning. When Rudolph was at home, when she arrived, she always handed him her "earnings". This interested father greatly. He was always eager to know how much she had earned. As she now remained away for days and nights, and slept most of the time when she was at home, I had to satisfy both father and Rudolph. Often during the night I had to go from one to the other, and sometimes Rudolph came right in and slept in my bed, besides father's bed. Father now frequently borrowed money from Rudolph, which he never refused to lend. Father was earning nothing and naturally, in a short time found himself in all kinds of difficulties.
One time when he asked Rudolph for money, he said: Couldn't Josie earn some too?" he said, looking at me. "Why, yes," Rudolph replied, "she could really and easily earn as much as Zenzi."
"Do you mean for her to become a whore?" slowly asked father.
"A whore? Nonsense!" said Rudolph, "she is doing the same as Zenzi is doing now -there is nothing to that thousands of girls are obliged to earn money that way!"
"That may be true," said father doubtfully, "but-"
"There is no but about it," continued Rudolph. "Do you think that when a girl stays with her own father that is more honorable?"
"Zenzi does business only with fine gentlemen," continued Rudolph, "she will have nothing to do with the ordinary men; believe me, I have trained Zenzi and the men that she has dealings are all gentlemen; a great deal nobler and finer than the priestly teacher-who did not even pay for it-the dirty cur!"
"The dirty cur!" repeated father, still enraged. "It certainly would not harm her to earn some money for her father; you have surely worked for your children long enough," said Rudolph.
"Yes, you are right," agreed father.
"Well, then let Josie go with Zenzi. I am sure that she will bring you at least fifty francs every day -such a beautiful girl!"
I felt flattered at this, but father anxiously inquired: "But, the police?"
"Never mind the police," said Rudolph. "Have I ever had any trouble with Zenzi? Just leave that to Zenzi -she knows what she is about."
"But, if it should happen?" said father.
"Well, and then -" laughed Rudolph, "just say that you know nothing about it." With that I knew that I would have to look out for the gendarmes.
Then Rudolph said further: "Tell the police that you know nothing about it. That she went 'wrong' on her own accord. Josie will not betray you!"
I was silent during the entire conversation; in fact I was not asked any question'. After considering for some time, father remarked: "No, I should hate to see her become a whore!"
"That is not the question," said Rudolph, "let her do this for the present, until you get a position again, then she can become respectable again."
This seemed to satisfy father. Rudolph had won him over completely. As a further assurance, Rudolph went on: "I only allow Zenzi to do this when I am out of work -as soon as I have a position, she must behave!"
The next day I started out with Zenzi. It had been agreed, and now I entered upon my new career.
Zenzi and I walked to the city, going from one main street down to the other. It was summertime and very warm. We were very lightly dressed, thin waists, and she taught me how to turn my blouse, so that my bare titties were visible through the waist. She seemed very efficient. She smiled into every man's face that we met. I had not quite mastered this, I was timid and looked at every man in a sad manner. However, this seemed to suffice.
On Lumier Street, I noticed a dark, old house. The first floor was entirely dark. Zenzi took me in, entering the yard, she raped on a door; we were admitted by a homely old woman. We found ourselves in a dark kitchen. From there we went into a small chamber, also dark.
"My friend will also come here," Zenzi told the old woman.
Looking at me, the old woman inquired: "Are you fourteen years old?"
"Long ago," Zenzi bed for me. "She is small for her age."
"You understand," said the old woman, "for each time that you come, you must pay me one franc, but you must never come before eight o'clock in the evening."
"Above all things, look out for the police, and always collect from the men in advance."
We had now reached the main street and Zenzi touched me saying: "Look! That fellow is following me or rather us!"
In front of us walked a tall, well-dressed man, with black whiskers. He turned around and looked at us. He walked slowly, allowing us to pass him. At the corner, Zenzi drew me into the side street: "Come," she whispered, "we will turn in here."
She turned around; the man was standing on the corner. Zenzi nodded to him; he came toward us.
"Come on," she said, "he will not speak to us out in the open here."
Stepping into the hallway of a vacant house we waited.
Zenzi remarked, "This is a good place for you to come when you are in the neighborhood; nobody lives here."
Just then the man came in. Zenzi smiled at him, but walking up to me, he said: "Well, what is up?"
"Nothing," I answered.
Zenzi asked, "Don't you want to come with us? Near here I know a woman where we can get a room."
"No," he whispered, "I haven't the time. We might go up these stairs -nobody lives here. Will you?" he asked me.
I looked at him, astonished; he looked more respectable than I had ever seen in this neighborhood. He carried a fine, silver-handled cane and wore a long, gold watch chain which hung around his neck.
We went upstairs. Zenzi remained on the landing, saying: "I will watch!"
The man felt my breasts, saying: "Unbutton your blouse," and putting his hand into my blouse, I felt him, with great pleasure, and he was pleased also that it was soft and tender.
"Well, now, come on," he said, his breath coming fast. I unbuttoned his pants and took out his cock. It was white and tender, but stood out straight like a wax candle; even the head was shapely and tender. I leaned against the wall, raising my dress, thinking he would fuck me standing up, but he refused, saying: "I don't care to do it here. Just play with it and let me play with you!"
So I began rubbing it back and forth. He played with my titties.
He suddenly remarked, "There -that is good! Now up a little further -faster -wait!"
He handed me a handkerchief, which I covered the head with, and then proceeded. His legs began to tremble -I felt his cock move nervously in my hand. Then -he went off.
I wiped him, also my hand, which was wet and slimy, and then handed him back his handkerchief. He gave me two francs, hurried away, without once looking back at me. Zenzi and I waited a short time, then we also slipped out of the house. I was happy to have earned two francs in only two minutes -and so easy -I had no trouble whatever. I admired this gentleman so much that I would not have asked him for any money.
On the street an old man spoke to me. I was so surprised that I was afraid to answer him. Zenzi poked me in the side.
He asked, "May I come with you?"
I quickly answered, "Yes!"
He commanded, "Walk in front, I will follow you."
I started for the dark house. Zenzi had mysteriously disappeared. The old woman opened the door, ushered us into a dark room and left us alone.
"Undress," he said.
While undressing I could see his face, which was smooth shaven, his mouth, toothless, and he had a few white hairs on his head; his hands trembled; he seemed generally broken down. He sat on the couch. When I was completely undressed, he nodded to me to come to him. I had to stand in front of him while he looked at me, but did not touch me. I thought that he was waiting for me to make the first move.
I reached down to unbutton his trousers, but he slapped my fingers and said: "Wait -till I tell you what to do -stand still!"
I stood before him expectant; finally he began stroking my titties with the handle of his cane. It was made of ivory and felt cool; then he put it further down; he pried my legs apart.
"Now, come here," he said, and stretched himself on the couch.
I started to lie down, beside him, but he pushed me away with such haste that it frightened me.
"Stay here!" he snapped in his thin, squeakish voice, so, standing, I had to unbutton his pants. I took out his cock, it was so small that it reminded me of the worn-out stub of a pencil. It had many wrinkles as the year had hours. Taking this flabby little piece of gristle between my fingers, I began working it up and down. I did not think that it could possibly get hard. I thought of the old man that Zenzi had so much trouble with, but my surprise was great, when under my manipulations, he began to grow until the skin was as smooth as a newly-ironed cloth.
"Now, just a minute," he commanded, angrily.
Not understanding what he meant, I was nonplussed.
"A minute!" he called louder.
I rubbed harder. He fairly screamed: " What the devil -don't you understand -a minute -J"
"Pardon me, Sir," I timidly replied, "I do not know what you mean when you say 'a minute'!"
He apparently did not enjoy my ignorance, but snapped at me: "Take it in your mouth -you bashful dummy!"
I did as he commanded. I worked as hard as possible, I was afraid of the old man. I was astonished. I hardly began to play with his cock when it grew bigger and bigger -I could not hold it all in my mouth!
Suddenly he commanded, "Stop!"
As I withdrew my hand back, it flopped up against his belly.
"Now fuck!" he ordered, "quick! you are so slow -you could be on top already!"
He remained on his back; I had to straddle him; I could not stand more than half of that terrible cock. I had to hold on to the couch to keep from getting it too far in and injuring me. Now, he began working up and down with all his might, continually talking to himself: "So -I will show her how I can still fuck the girls -she doesn't have to have others to do it for me -she probably thinks because I am an old man -well, if she does, I don't care -there -there -there -there!"
He kept this up until suddenly he seemed to collapse under me. I had to run and get him some wine; he mentioned the old lady, who sent me to the nearest inn.
When I returned he laid there as one dead and did not move. I was terribly frightened. I called the old lady, she told me that she knew him, and for me not to get frightened. She sprinkled some water on his face, saying: "He always acts like that, and he soon will be all right!"
Suddenly he opened his eyes, jumped up; he saw the wine, drained the glass in one gulp, angrily stared at me, gave me five francs and then left.
I felt rich! I jumped for joy! I now realized what a fortune I possessed in my pussy, and I decided never to use it for "charity" again.
As I was about to leave, Zenzi came in with a tall, young man.
As she passed me in the kitchen, she hurriedly whispered: "Wait a minute, don't go yet." The man also said in a weak, trembling voice: "Yes, I beg of you, do that!" Zenzi came out of the room, calling me: "Come in, he will take the both of us. He pays well; this will dc some sport, you will see! You must do everything that I tell you."
As we stepped back into the room, the young man got up. He was very pale and haggard. A black, full beard, which made him look even paler; sad, dark eyes. He bowed low when Zenzi introduced me.
"This is my friend Josie."
I was surprised at the stern, sombre way in which she said this, but I was even more surprised when the young man took my hand and kissed it. I had to laugh; I thought it a joke, but she nudged me, saying: "Don't laugh, stay serious!"
The young man raised his head, saying as though he was afraid of me: "So young, my esteemed lady, and so noble!" Zenzi cut him short with: "Hold your tongue!" He seemed frightened, stammering: "Pardon me!"
"Shut up! "Zenzi continued angrily, "speak only when you are spoken to!"
I hardly recognized Zenzi! Her smiling face had changed so; it was now dark and stern.
"Undress yourself!" she ordered him.
"But no," he remonstrated, "no, it is not time for that yet."
"What then?" asked Zenzi, perplexed. "The questions are first," he whispered. "You are right!"
She tapped her forehead, walking back and forth before him, a dark, gloomy expression on her face and called to him: "You vagabond -you dog -you rowdy -you surely have been thinking of me again, haven't you?" He stammered, "My dear Countess -I could not help it I had to think, oh dear!"
She interrupted him, saying: "Confess this instant -what you thought!"
He stammered again, "My dear Countess, you can ready my heart -you know what I thought!"
"You pig, you miserable pig!" she thundered, "you thought of my pussy -of my titties -you whore-master confess!"
"I confess!" he answered quietly.
"You thought-you miserable man," she continued, in the some fierce tone -"that you would like to lie on top of me -that I would spread my legs apart and you would put your cock into me -you scoundrel -you thought that you were fucking me, and playing with my breasts -confess -you miserable wretch!"
Folding his hands and begging, he said: "Yes worthy Countess, I confess all!"
"Are you not ashamed of yourself, before the Princess?" said Zenzi, pointing to me. I was so dumbfounded at all that I had not noticed when she called me a Princess.
"Yes, I am ashamed, indeed," he said eagerly, slowly raising his hands to me.
"Kneel!" commanded Zenzi.
Immediately throwing himself on his knees, he now meekly said: "Forgive me, dear Countess, I crave your pardon also."
"No!" said Zenzi angrily, "there will be no pardon -first your punishment!"
Blushing slightly, he stuttered, "Yes, first the punishment."
"Undress yourself!" ordered Zenzi.
Quickly he undressed.
His body was exceedingly white, as he stood before us like a whipped cur, with lowered head. He stood between the couch and a trunk. Zenzi now started to undress and nodded to me; I did the same.
"Just wait, you thief!" she said, while undressing, "you shall see us naked -everything! But you get nothing -you may look at the Princess, but you will not touch her!"
Naked, she stepped in front of him; her head held-high, her eyes sparkling and lips trembling; she was nervous and excited; she rubbed her breasts against his body -rubbed her belly against his; she had me do the same.
He looked at us sadly, his arms at his side, not moving, but made no attempt to touch either one of us.
An electric shock seemed to go through me as I rubbed my titties against him; when I rubbed my pussy against his hair, his skin was as soft as velvet and burning hot, but I noticed that his cock hung down lifeless.
What nonsense I thought, when will this all stop? When will we fuck? I was getting very passionate.
Zenzi drew me away: "Now the punishment, you pig!" she said.
He anxiously followed her movements with his eyes. She went to the trunk and took out two switches.
"Do you know these? You damned devil!" she asked, swinging the switches.
"Yes -I know them, most worthy Countess!" he sobbed.
"And do you know what is going to happen now -you whore-master?"
"Now the punishment, worthy Countess," he replied, breathing fast. "Punish me -" turning to me, "and you, most exalted Princess, you will also punish me!"
Zenzi handed me one of the switches and whispered: "Now hit-hit hard!"
"Out of the corner, you thief!" she called.
With one cut of the switch, she struck him across the chest, raising a heavy, red welt. He jumped, and astonished, I noticed that his cock stood erect.
"Do you feel that, you thief -you ribald robber -you cunt lapper -you louse -you vagabond!" she said, whipping with all her might, using a new name at every stroke; his chest and stomach getting redder all the time.
"Yes, I feel it worthy Countess!" he moaned, "and thank you for this punishment; I thank you, Princess -why don't you punish me?"
"Whip him," Zenzi shouted.
I raised my switch, touching him lightly. I was frightened but he whispered: "Oh, Princess! I know I am unworthy, but please punish me harder -harder!"
I did as he asked and I began to enjoy the game.
"Thank you! Thank you!" he stammered.
"Shut up!" commanded Zenzi.
We now kept time; Zenzi whipping his breast, belly and legs, while I belabored his back and ass, which was soon fiery red.
The more we whipped, the more excited we got and the more enjoyment we seemed to derive from it. He stood trembling and talking: "Forgive me -forgive me -I will not think of your beautiful breasts again; forgive me, Princess, you breasts are so beautiful and hard but I will never do it again Oh, that torture -the pain -I dreamed that I tore your maidenhead, worthy Countess, but I know one must not do that -I imagined that I fucked the Princess; I know that that is wrong -I know -Oh forgive me!"
"Kneel!" Zenzi ordered him to his knees, he moaned: "I lay in dust before you -destroy me -have no mercy on me -kill me -I am repentant!"
"You may kiss my feet!" Zenzi growled.
He stooped and covered her feet with kisses. Zenzi at the same time whipping him across the back.
He moaned, "Oh Countess, at your feet -I am your dog -your slave-!"
"Kiss my pussy -you have insulted the Princess," Zenzi ordered.
Raising to his knees, he buried his face between her legs. "You dirty dog! Prison bird -pick-pocket -" she shouted, pounding his shoulders and back with her switch. "Will the Princess also allow me?" he asked. "Yes-nude pictures in all poses." I laughed.
I had never been photographed, and I thought that I was to get some nice pictures of myself.
We finally arrived at our destination. He lived in a new cottage hidden in an old garden. We entered the gate, passed through a lawn and then a garden, and arrived at the house. It contained several rooms and a studio. We were received by a small, stout woman. She was a blonde, which made her appear stouter, with dark rings under her eyes, and was dressed in a bath robe. Giving me a friendly nod, she remarked to the man: "She will be just right."
"Let us hurry and take advantage of the light," the photographer said: "Shall I get Albert?"
"Certainly! We can't do anything without him."
She was about to leave, but he stopped her, saying: "I will get him myself. You two get ready."
He disappeared through the garden; the woman looked at me and remarked: "He is afraid that I might be alone with Albert."
Then she led me into the house, direct to the studio, which, with its glass roof and high windows impressed me very favorably. After removing a chest which hid a door through which we entered a small room, lit by one window, she ordered me to undress, which I did; and she took off her bathrobe, to my surprise.
"You must take off everything, except your shoes and stockings; those you may keep on."
Standing before me in her shirt, she waited until I was undressed, then she stepped closer and looked me over.
"How old are you?"
"Nearly fourteen."
"Has my husband told you what he wants of you?"
"Yes."
"First you must beg!" said Zenzi. Turning to me, he pleaded, "Please -please -exalted Princess."
"Now sit up nice," said Zenzi.
He sat up like a puppy. I wanted to laugh, but Zenzi stopped me with a look.
"Now go to her," as she pushed him; crawling on his hands and knees, he started to kiss my feet; as his hot lips touched me, a flush went through me. I began whipping his back, until small drops of blood appeared on the skin's surface, but as I kept on his lips tickled me.
"Exalted Princess," he whispered, "never again will I insult you -even in thought -I suffer gladly -I deserve it!"
"Now, her pussy!" shouted Zenzi.
He raised his head, kissing me all over; each touch of his hot lips seemed to pierce my heart; just then he buried his face in my lap, always kissing, but he did not use his tongue.
I was now so amorous that I forgot to whip. I was busy with my own emotions. He stopped at once. Zenzi coming closer, commanded: "End this worthy Countess -end my suffering -you cruel one -" he begged.
"Very well," she answered, "I will, and now, who do you want in front -the Princess or me?"
"Please -the Princess -if she will do me the honor!"
"You take his bag, like this," standing in front of him, "then you squeeze hard, but not the testicles; just above where it grows to his body; with the other hand you switch his feet and his legs, and wherever you happen to strike."
Kneeling down, I did as she had shown me. He stood erect, his hands folded across his chest. I took his bag in my left hand and squeezed until my fingers ached, and used the switch. His cock got stiffer at every stroke. It wobbled back and forth like a staff in the wind. Suddenly he went off!
It was so unexpected that I got the full discharge in my face. When he had red himself, Zenzi stopped, sat down on the couch to rest.
"Oh, Princess, oh, my worthy Countess," he sobbed.
I remained seated on the floor, wiping my face, wondering what would happen next, still thinking that he would either fuck one or the other of us.
For a short time he stood motionless, as one in deep thought, then he hastily put on his clothes.
He walked to the corner of the room, deposited something on a chair, and without one further look at us, he left the room.
As soon as he had closed the door, Zenzi rushed to the chair, picked up two ten francs.
Dancing around the room, she gave me one, shouting: "That is great, don't you think so?"
I was dumbfounded, but of the same opinion.
A few days later a man in a velvet suit followed me. He looked like an Italian. He had black hair and as was the custom of the Italians and French, at that time, wore a goatee. I turned into a side street, it was only two o'clock in the afternoon. Remembering the vacant house, I went to it and waited in the hall. He came in at once, and began to feel of my titties, but instead of playing with me, he began to examine me.
"Well, how about it?" he asked.
They all asked the same question. I answered: "Shall I go first?"
"Where to?" he asked.
"Lumier Street; it is near here," I replied. "No," he said, "I don't want to go there with you."
I was prepared for this, so I answered smiling: "All right! Then we will stay here."
"Here?"
He was surprised.
"Why yes," I said, "we can go upstairs; nobody lives here."
This he also refused, saying: "No, come with me."
"Is it far?" I did not trust him. "Oh, no, but we will take a cab."
"What will I get?" I asked.
"Don't worry about that," he said hastily, "you will be well paid." As I still hesitated, he added: "You will be better paid than you have ever been -I pay more."
I consented and frankly answered: "All right, but I must be paid in advance."
"At home-" he assured me, "at home you shall have your money as soon as we enter the door."
We left the house together; after walking several blocks, he hailed a cab. After being seated and getting started, he said: "You undoubtedly think that I want to fuck you?" I smiled and asked: "What else do you want?"
"Something entirely different," he said mysteriously. I smiled again and thought to act wise. "And what is that?" he inquired. "You probably want me to take it in my mouth?"
"No," he laughed, "what do you think?"
"Then from behind," I continued.
He shook his head. I thought perhaps that he wanted me to go through some performance that we had practiced on young men, with his switches.
"Do you want to be switched?" I asked.
"My God, but you are wise," he said; "No, not that either."
"Well then, I don't know-I give up,' I said.
"I want to make photographs-pictures of you," he said.
"Photos?"
"Well, then," she said, taking off her slip, "the rest you will see for yourself."
"Will he photograph you too?" I asked, astonished. She laughed.
"Certainly, heretofore he has photographed only me because we have not been able to find another woman who would do. In the first place, it is too great a risk, and moreover, they are too expensive."
I liked her friendly manner.
"I am not worrying," I smiled "He would not have engaged you, but he has an order for which he must have a young girl like yourself," she said.
"Why, you are still young, yourself," I said to compliment her.
"Oh, yes-for such large titties, they are still solid," lifting them in her hands. "They are nice," I acknowledged. "Just feel them," she said. I had to feel them; they were really good and solid. "Only my stomach is too big," she said. "Oh, no," I assured her.
"And my legs," slapping her thighs, laughing, she said: "When Albert sees me like this he gets very passionate."
"I believe it," I said.
"But then my husband gets angry," she laughed. "But if Albert could not raise a hard-on, we could not take pictures."
CHAPTER TEN
Now I began to realize what I was to do. Just then her husband returned. He called us and we entered the studio. I saw a young man, about eighteen years old; he might have been an errand or stable boy. He was sun-burned, had small ears and a red nose. He was fairly well dressed, slight, though muscular in build. I liked his looks very much.
The photographer, whose name was Mr. Capuzzi, sent the young man, whom I learned was Albert, to the dressing room.
"Hurry up," he called, then started to examine me. "Not at all bad," he remarked to his wife, don't you think so?"
"Yes, she answered, "she's just what you need."
"And her titties are still way up," he remarked. "They are not completely developed yet," she said. "No hips, as yet," he said, "and just a few hairs," pointing to my pussy. She was satisfied and he assured me that I would also be; then he arranged his camera. I watched him curiously as he put his head under the black cloth. Just then Albert came out of the dressing room, he was naked. I could not help looking at his cock, which stood straight out. Mrs. Capuzzi laughed loudly, and said: "He is actually standing again!"
Capuzzi shouted, "Be quiet!"
Albert was well-built. I admired his broad chest, his muscular arms and legs, and above all-his thick cock as it stood erect from the hair-cushion surrounding it.
"Capuzzi said, "Now we begin," pushing a small, carpeted bench without sides into place, "first you Matilde, Albert and you-what is your name," looking at me.
"Josie", I answered.
"Well, then, Josie-Albert you sit in the middle; now Matilde on his right and Josie on his left," and we hurried to our places.
"Now each of you take hold of his cock."
We took hold.
"Albert," said Capuzzi, "you must do something too-put your arms around their shoulders-no, wait a minute-!"
He disappeared under the black cloth, and then called out: "Don't move, Matilde look up-Albert turn your eyes!"
We obeyed his orders, she and I holding Albert's cock, so that only the head was visible.
"One, two, three, four, five, six-" he counted. "Done!"
They jumped up.
"A new pose," he exclaimed.
"Which one?" asked the woman.
"Lie down, Albert," Capuzzi told him.
Albert laid down on the narrow bench, his feet hanging down on the sides.
"Matilde-you stand over him-" putting a pillow on each side; she stepped on them; the bench between her knees. . "Now stoop over him!" called Capuzzi.
"We often have made these poses," she said. "No, not like that-you will see," she said.
She stooped over bracing her arms; her titties hung right over Albert's face.
"Now, Albert, take the breast in you hand," said Capuzzi.
Albert put his hands on her breast and began playing with the nipple.
"He is getting me excited again!" called Mrs. Capuzzi.
"Albert!" shouted the photographer, "keep your hand still or I will get after you."
Albert quietly held her breast in his hand, but now it was Matilde who moved about, rubbing her titties against Albert's hands.
"Now, see-" said Albert, "you are playing yourself!"
"Matilde!" yelled the photographer, angrily.
"Well, yes-" she said, "when I am all worked up!"
"Josie!" he called to me, "now you put his cock in, but don't let go of it!"
I took Albert's staff, holding it up, with the other hand I sought for Ma tilde's opening, but she beat me to it, grabbing his cock-she put it in her cunt!
"Oh," she said, "the torture is beginning again!"
"Don't put it in so far Matilde!" called the photographer, "I must be able to see Josie's hand!"
"How's that? " raising her ass so that the cock went in just beyond the head.
"There-that is all right!" he answered.
"But, no!" she cried, "that way he will slip out!" and she lowered herself to get further in.
"No! No! the devil-!" thundered her husband.
She drew back again. The man ran to her and gave her a rousing slap on her ass.
"You are fucking-you wench! But you can't fool me!"
"That is some lousy fucking anyway!" she hotly answered.
"As soon as you have it in-you are fucking!"
"No," he still continued, in a rage, "that is position-how often have I explained that to you? That is granted, but never will I permit another man to fuck my wife."
At that time we all agreed that that must be proper.
She drew back again: "I don't mind, but I think that this way would be much better!"
Then again she lowered herself, and pushing his cock in again.
He was exasperated. But finally, she calmed down.
I have laughed many times at this husband's foolish ideas.
I was still holding Albert's stem and felt it tremble. I ran my hand up to Melanie's slit and could feel the lips opening and closing over the head of Albert's cock. Poor Albert was almost crazy with passion.
"Will it take much longer?" asked Melanie.
"No-look into the camera and smile-you too, Josie-there-one, two, three, four, five, six-done!"
Melanie jumped off Albert. "Thank God, I can't stand that any longer!"
Albert quietly remained on his back.
"Now change about-Josie on top!" ordered Capuzzi.
I took Melanie's place.
"Melanie now you put it in Josie," he called. "Shall I hold her breast?" asked Albert "Of course! Why do you ask?" he answered.
Albert put his hands on my titties and began playing. We smiled at each other. The photographer paid no attention to us. Mrs. Capuzzi, however, now guided his cock into my cunt. Albert and I smiled knowingly; he began to push and I bobbed up and down. She was obliged to withdraw her hand, and jealously called: "Now, you don't say a word! They can do as they please!"
Melanie again holding Albert's cock as though trying to help.
"One!" called Capuzzi We now started moving again, but Melanie got mad and shouted: "Albert! Will you stop!"
"Albert will you stop that!" thundered Capuzzi; but we ignored him and kept on with our fun.
He then tore me from my comfortable place.
"That-I strictly forbid!" he told me; "later you can do what you like!"
He started to prepare a new pose, as he called it. Albert had to stay on the bench, Melanie, kneeling had to take his cock into her mouth!
"Only the point!" cautioned Capuzzi, just for position.
I had to stand over Albert's head, with my pussy to his lips. He began on my clitoris with his tongue. I could feel that he was an artist at it. I began to wiggle and he stopped at once and held the position for the photographer. Melanie was doing her share; I could see it by the movement of her cheeks and jerking of his cock. She was breathing hard and anxiously watching her husband.
When he put his head under the black cloth, she took a chance, and put Albert's cock away into her mouth.
Just then Capuzzi began to count: "One, two, three four, etc-" Albert gave my pussy a parting kiss.
When Capuzzi commanded: "Now change about!" It was I who had to take Albert's cock in my mouth, and I did it in a way which proved to him that I was as efficient in that art as he was; he must have been convinced by the way he acted; Melanie propped on his head. I could see they were not just holding position, but she was bearing down hard-her eyes rolling-her lips trembling-trying to stand quiet-which now drew her husband's attention.
"Melanie!" her husband shouted, "you might play with your titties; act as though you were trying to kiss the nipples!"
She raised her breasts and lowered her head; taking advantage of this opportunity, she hurriedly bobbed up and down a few times; at this, Albert's tongue must have slipped, as I heard a smacking noise. Capuzzi also heard it and running to Albert, shouted: "I really believe you are sucking my wife off!"
"I am not!" Albert blubbered, under the great weight that was resting on him.
"I warn you not to," he said, stooping to see what was going on.
"But he is not doing anything!" Melanie at once replied. Capuzzi looked at her face and remarked: "Why, you are all excited!"
"Naturally!" she said, "I am always excited while doing this! I am not made of wood; hurry up so we can get through."
While Capuzzi was returning to his camera she quickly got in a few more wiggles, which Albert returned with his tongue. But Capuzzi was ready before she could finish; his monotonous "one, two, three-" put an end to the pleasure we were having.
We jumped apart.
"What now?" asked Melanie, standing there trembling. "Now you lie down," her husband said. She obeyed.
Now Josie, you straddle her mouth and Albert will lie on top of you."
"You need not do that," he replied, "you are just to hold the position."
"Well, I don't want it in my mouth," she answered.
"Well, then, let Josie lie down," he suggested, "and you stand over her," but she would not agree to this either; she did not want to miss the opportunity of getting Albert's tail.
"I tell you what," she said, "let Josie play with my titties. That will not look so vulgar."
He finally agreed to this.
Kneeling beside her, I took both titties of hers and sucking the nipples, did all I could to help her to a little pleasure. She could not resist pushing several times up and down; with one jump, Capuzzi was at her side and giving her a resounding slap on the face, shouted: "You can't stop fucking, can you?"
"You rough brute!" she sobbed; "Josie was sucking my tides and I could not help jumping."
"Stop sucking!" he said to me. "That is only an excuse," he scolded Melanie. "You are always thinking of trying to fuck Albert-I know!"
"Let me alone!" She replied, "is it any wonder a person becomes excited and has to move when you have such a big prick shoved into you?"
"Well, well, you can wait-I will do it for you-as soon as we have finished," he said and disappeared under the cloth.
Then: "One, two, three, etc.-" and he had finished.
"I must go now to the dark room," he said, "don't you dare do anything while I am gone or-I will kill you!"
When he had gone, Melanie cried: "My Lord, this is torture, every time."
Albert smilingly remarked, "I would not have any objection to going off myself!"
"My dearest Albert," she whispered, "wouldn't you like to fuck me just once?"
"Oh yes!" he said, "I gladly would-but it won't do!"
"Oh God! Oh God!" she lamented to me, "you can imagine how I wish that he would fuck me-just once, even-!"
"Well, why don't you do it?" I asked, astonished.
"But it won't do!" she wailed.
I now suggested, "Why don't you do it now-quick!"
"But how?" She pointed to the door through which Capuzzi had disappeared; "through that red glass he can see everything."
I now noticed a small pane of dark glass in the door.
"Yes, that is it," she said sadly. "For two months we have been working like this. Two long months, I have had a cock in my hands, in my mouth, between my titties-in my cunt-in my ass hole-every place, but-always only the point-always only the beginning-I feel that I am going crazy!"
"Of course," I agreed, "that is terrible."
"Just think," said Albert, "he lets me see her naked-feel her titties-and her pussy-I know, as if I had fucked her sixty times-but I can't go further-that is not to be thought of!"
"How do you satisfy yourself?" I inquired. He blushed, but said nothing. "I suppose that you jerk yourself off?" , "Oh, no!!" he said. "Well, then, what do you do?" I asked him again. "The Italian way," said Melanie, laughing. "How is that?" I asked, curious.
"You will see-perhaps my husband will take another picture of him in the act." 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 your fault, too!" he growled at his wife. "You wiggled!"
She then laid down again, Albert on top, put in just the head of his cock; I again took her breast; when Capuzzi called "Done," Albert immediately began to fuck, "Jesus! Mary!-" Capuzzi cried and with one jerk pulled Albert off-almost throwing him down to the floor.
Albert laughed, saying; "I surely will fuck her some day!"
"Never!" shouted Capuzzi in a rage. Melanie fairly screamed, "For pity's sake then-you come here-I can't stand it any longer!
Capuzzi fairly foamed, "And with such a man one is expected to work and accomplish something-no! Wait!" Melani put her finger into her cunt, saying' "Well, then, get out of here," to Albert and me. 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 fuck with pleasure! I do not have to do as usual-and you have such a nice, small, cunny-now, help-but wait-give me your titties-I want to kiss 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 cock! So long-so warm-faster! yes-yes-now! Now-squirt-now-now-now! Oh how many more times?-" 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-fuck me more!" He murmured, "But you would sooner have Albert, wouldn't you?"
"I would shit on Albert!" she said in plain words, "you are the only one-fuck, oh-just fuck-you mouth-give me your tongue!" The rest was only a jumble of words.
Capuzzi asked again.
"Now, may I come-I can't wait any longer! Oh, your titties-my I! -Now!"
"Yes-yes-now squirt-oh-gee-but that feels good! There-now! Albert can play all that he likes-it will not affect me any more-Oh-but that is so sweet-!"
"Why does he tease you?" inquired Capuzzi. They were both finished, but still talking.
"But he does not tease me," she answered. "When he has his cock in me, or I have it in my mouth-or he has his lips at my cunt-I always think of yours! Albert means nothing tome!"
"Nonsense!" laughed Albert to me, "she is lying to him-you heard how crazy she was about me-she told you, herself."
"Certainly!" I agreed. "Why haven't you fucked 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 nay moment!"
"And what if he should?" I asked.
Albert sobered up and said, "Don't you think it, he would be likely to kill both of us; he is stronger than I am."
"Go on," I said doubtful.
"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 asked, "how often he fucks his wife every day? "No, how often?"
"At least seven or eight times a day!"
"Well then, she ought to have enough," I said.
"Yes, but it is a regular habit with her."
"A new pose," said Capuzzi. He was now in his undershirt and drawers; his face was red; lovely Melanie's ears also were red. She laughed satisfied. Her eyes shone.
"Oh, my," she said, "those two have been doing it too!"
Taking hold of Albert's limber cock, she showed it to her husband, then, coming closer to me, she whispered: "Was it good?"
"Well, what shall we do now?" said Capuzzi, "If Albert's prick won't stand any more?"
At that he took off his clothes and I wondered at his enormous chest, all covered with hair; his muscular arms and the terrible cock which hung down from his belly; he came toward me, but Melanie 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 Josie!"
"No!" she said, "you will get hot and passionate!"
"Not thought of it," he defended himself. "If I should get hot, I would simply fuck 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.
"No! No!" said Capuzzi, "we will do it this way!"
Taking my feet, he raised them and placed them over his shoulders.
"Now!" he called to his wife, as he inserted the head of his enormous cock into my cunt.
"Not so far!" Melanie called. "Not so far!"
Her warning was not necessary. I could not have taken more than he had already in, even now it was quite limber from what he had in, but I soon had the pleasure of feeling it grow bigger and bigger-filling me completely! This was the consequence of the so-called position.
"One!" called Mrs. Capuzzi.
He released me and began making another pose; he sat on a stool, had me sit on his lap, with my back towards him; I was facing the apparatus. Reaching under through my arms, he put his hands on my titties-putting his cock into my opening.
I could not resist moving up and down, but he whispered: "Not now!"
"One!" called his wife from behind the apparatus. We were to make another pose, but as it was necessary to us Albert, who was unable to raise another hard-on, after so many rough trials-it had to be postponed until some future time.
Capuzzi engaged me to be on hand two days later. Then he paid me ten francs 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 Lumier Street. I was anxious to show her the money that I had earned and to tell her of my experience at the photographer's. 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 I could only fuck 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, and then as I was getting ready to get on top of her, she pushed me away, saying: "Oh, that is no good!"
She called to the kitchen: "Mrs. Bienn, is Charles 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 heard her talk like this before. I was beginning to learn her true character. The old lady disappeared.
"Who is Charles?" Josie asked her.
"He is the old woman's grandson," Zenzi informed me, taking something from her pocket, she again laid down on the couch.
"And what do you want of him?" I asked "I want him to fuck me," she nervously answered.
The door opened and a boy of about seventeen years old, entered. He was good-looking, a trifle pale, with sharp features. He looked generally run down. He was smoking a cigarette and grinning.
"Hello Charles! Here is a franc-I want you to screw me," she said.
He leisurely walked to the couch, took the franc, examined it, then put it in his pocket, and began playing with her titties, looking at me, wondering whom I was.
"Don't stand there like a dummy!" she said.
He unbuttoned his trousers; Zenzi winked at him.
"Look at that cock! Did you ever see anything like that before?"
Charles 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 head itself was as big as most cocks that I had seen! "Well? " asked Zenzi, "isn't that worth a franc?"
Charles threw himself on top of her, throwing away his cigarette at the same time.
"In God's name," he said.
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 Charles, oh, fuck me good-not so fast-! Oh, I am coming-my dear Charles-I like you-I would like to be with you in bed fucking-always. Oh, you dearest thing!"
"To hell with you!" he hissed, keeping up his regular motion.
"Then why do you fuck me?" she asked.
"Because you pay me-I would fuck my grandmother if she gave me a franc." he answered.
Zenzi worked with all her might. I go so passionate at looking at them, that I began to wonder whether I had better not give him a franc too, but decided not to.
When he had finished, he wanted to go.
"Stay here!" begged Zenzi.
"Let me go!" he answered her roughly.
"Why, don't you want to stay with me awhile?"
"Because I am sick of your ways-good bye!" he answered and was gone.
Zenzi grabbed a glass and hurled it after him, shouting: "You miserable cur!"
The glass struck the door and fell into pieces.
Zenzi cried, "He is the only one that I love-the rowdy-I will never let him fuck me again!"
Astonished I asked, "But how about Rudolph?"
"Oh, please don't mention his name!"
"Oh, but you must like Rudolph as you do all that he wants you to do for him?"
"Oh, with Rudolph it is different-he is old enough to be my father; and furthermore-I do not love him," she said.
"Yes, but you tell Rudolph that he does it best of all," I said.
"What does one say when you have a cock stuck into you-what haven't I heard you tell your father when he was on top of you and you were about to go of f ? " she answered.
"I said, "That is true."
"I have been with Rudolph eight years," she said.
"Why, you are only fifteen now," I replied.
"Yes, that is just it-my mother was his sweetheart and when she died of consumption, I was left and he took me with him."
"As his sweetheart?" I asked.
"No; at first I slept on the floor in his room. I was thankful because I was afraid of the orphan asylum.' "But why?"
"I don't know; mother was always crying while she was in the hospital-"If I die, my poor child will have to go to the orphan asylum."
"Where did you stay while your mother was in the hospital?"
"With Rudolph; mother lived with him before she got sick."
"And your father?"
"I don't remember him; I was only two years old when he died."
"Well, go on," I said. We sat still on the couch, naked. She seemed to be quieted down and also felt relieved that she could unburden her troubles and at the same time confide in me.
Continuing her story, she said: Rudolph promised mother on her death bed that he would always look after me. So, for several months I slept on the floor. Rudolph slept in the bed. Finally he told me to get into bed with him, saying: "It is not necessary for you to sleep on the floor any more."
When I got into bed with him, he raised my skirt and played with my pussy, fondling me all over."
"Did you like that?" I asked.
"Oh, yes! You know that he did it so nice that I liked it. I knew what it meant. I had often heard him and my mother doing the same thing during the night.
"The first night he did nothing but fondle me. The next night he had me play with his cock.
"Arid that time he told me: "Zenzi, now you are my sweetheart, but you must not tell anybody; I will take good care of you."
"I was pleased at this; I felt proud that I already had a sweetheart. I was happy that I was to be provided for, because, even as a child, I had often gone hungry.
"Moreover, I was afraid to sleep on the floor alone, after mother was gone, but I was not afraid anymore when I slept with him. But, aside from this, I would have done anything that he wanted me to do anyway."
"Even if it were distasteful?" I asked.
"I was afraid that he would throw me out and that the police would take me to the orphan asylum, where the children had to kneel on hard peas and pray all the time."
"Of course," I said, "it is far better to have a nice, warm bed to sleep in, and a nice, warm cock in your hand!"
"Or in your belly-ha, ha, ha!" said Zenzi.
"Well, I don't think that you got it in your belly right away, did you?" I asked.
"No, not right away; Rudolph put his cock in my hand, saying: "This is what a man puts into a woman's cunt!-' "In where, did you say?" I asked.
"In there-!" he said, and showed me where the heavenly 'carpenter' had placed my opening."
"He was certainly a good teacher!" I said.
"Oh, yes," she answered, "he was a good teacher!"
"These are the testicles," he said putting his balls in my hand, "and from her you squirt into the woman's belly and from that she gets a child!"
I said, "I was not so enlightened at first, but learned it all later on."
Zenzi continued, "After he had explained to me all about fucking, he got on top of me and screwed me; that is, he rubbed it on the outside, explaining that he could not get it in until I had grown older; he just wanted to show me how it was done."
"And from that he went off, himself?" I asked.
"Oh, no! He only went off when he did it from behind!"
"In your rectum; I know."
"In your rectum?" asked Zenzi: "But it can't be done that way?' "It can't eh? Three years ago Mr. Horage fucked me in my ass-hole and went off three times in there, too, because I was so small that he could not get it in there in front; I mean in my cunt!"
"But didn't that hurt you terribly?"
"Oh yes, at first; but after it was all in, it didn't hurt any more!"
"Too bad; I must try it sometime," said Zenzi. "But, that isn't necessary now; you can take it in front," I said.
"At that time Rudolph only pushed it between my thighs."
"Oh, I know, you squeeze your thighs together and he pushed through them between you ass cheeks; is that it?"
"Yes, yes, just so!"
"And then, did he squirt?"
"Yes, and also when I took his cock in my mouth!"
"What? You did that too?"
"Yes, it was hard at first; I vomited several times, but I soon got used to it."
"And did you swallow it?"
"Sometimes; you always swallow a little."
"And did he do the same thing to your cunny?"
"Sometimes; for hours he would lay with his face between my legs-licking and sucking my pussy, saying: "I am doing this so you will have a little pleasure, too!"
"And how did you feel?"
" I was all done up; it felt so good!"
"I know it-it is good! I wish we had someone here right now to do it to the both of us!"
"Yes-so do I!" , We were now playing with each other; we could not hold back any longer, so we laid down; she was fingering me, and I was doing the same for her until we both went off!
Being directly satisfied, for the present we sat up; then I begged her to go on with her story.
"See my breasts-how big they are? Well, Rudolph says that that is the result of so much fucking when I was only nine years old; they began to develop, and hair was already growing on my cunny.
"And did anybody else fuck you, besides Rudolph?"
"Oh yes, Rudolph told me if anybody touched me or coaxed me, I should just be careful so no harm would come to me, and be sure that nobody saw me."
"And did he allow you to go with others at that time?"
"Oh yes, he said that I could stay with men; but if he caught me with little boys, he would kill me!"
"I do not understand?"
"Well Rudolph said: 'You may let men do it, but you must be paid for it; if a man just feels your pussy, he must pay for the privilege; only death comes without pay.' Now, you see why I like to stay with Rudolph; he is so wise; you can ask him anything and he will tell you all about it."
"Why did he let my father fuck you?"
"That is simple; since that time we have not paid any room or board."
"That is outrageous-and he fucks me for nothing?"
"Yes," she said, "and for that he does not betray you and your father to the police."
"It is a shame," I said, "and I won't let him do it to me again."
"Do as you like; I don't care."
"Well, let that rest," I said. "Tell me more of your story. Did you earn money at that time?"
"Oh yes," she said, "first the storekeeper on the corner; he always looked at me and tickled me under the chin. I told Rudolph, and he said: 'Do anything that he wants, but you must ask him for money.' The first time he gave me only a few pennies."
"Oh, you know-did he do anything to you?
"He was standing in front of the store as I passed him and he called me in the store. He took me into the storeroom, and said that he was going to give me some pennies or figs or something like that. When we were in the storeroom, he said: 'You have a little fig I know that I would like,' (meaning my pussy of course.)"
"Then what did you say?"
"Nothing."
"Oh, go on and tell it to me. Don't make me ask questions," I said.
She replied, "I am telling it; he said to let him see the fig that I had between my legs. He said that if I would do that he would give me as many figs as I wanted."
"No!"
"No? Why?"
"I am very fond of figs."
"So am I. Well, then, why didn't you do it?"
"Well, I thought of Rudolph, and said: I don't need any figs; I want something else." 'What?' he asked: And I answered, 'Money!' 'All right,' he answered. Then he lifted my skirt and played with my pussy; the he took out his cock, pushed it between my legs and rubbed it against my belly, until he went off." Then he gave me thirty centimes and told me that I must not tell no one. I gave the money to Rudolph."
"And were you with the storekeeper often?" I asked. "Oh yes-I bought everything that Rudolph sent me for, and never paid for anything."
"That means that you went into the storeroom with him?"
"Yes!"
"Who else did you have?"
"My teacher; when I was in the fourth grade. There was a girl in our class; she had big titties; the teacher always used to feel them, and I can tell you that she was very proud of it, too. During our gymnasium exercises, the teacher always helped her at the rings, or when we were climbing, he always took hold of our arms or backs, but this girl, he always held her titties, or had his hand on her behind. Then she always blushed; and I always stood there and laughed. Then he blushed, too."
"Goon," I said.
"One time while he was holding her in front and back, she could not get up on the bar, so he told her that she would have to stay and do it after the class was dismissed. I stayed also, to see what would happen; I surmised what it would be. I waited outside until she came out, in about a half hour, I walked with her and questioned her.
"Why does the teacher always feel your titties and your behind?"
"Then she began to talk: "The teacher had-but you must not tell," she continued, "the teacher has a long 'stopper' between his legs-" she confided.
"Well did he show it to you?" I asked her.
"Yes," she stammered, she didn't know what it was. Then she told me that he put it between her legs and rubbed it between her titties; he promised her a lot of prizes-" and then a lot of white water came out of it."
So I explained everything to her; she got wise. She said that she didn't care what that thing was called-if he would only not make her study any more, and that she would let him fuck her as often as he liked."
"Well, and you asked?"
"I thought that I might make use of that too; I already had titties, of course, they were still small. The next time that he wanted to help me, taking hold of my arm, I said: "Please, teacher, I am so ticklish." So he took hold of my breast.
"He looked at me strangely, and I smiled. Then he said: "You will stay after school."
"When all the others had gone, I remained in the dark cloak room. He came in and putting his hands on both my titties, asked: "Do you like gymnasium work?"
"Yes, teacher."
He put his hand under my dress, holding my pussy, and said, "And what does that belong to?"
"I acted ignorant, and said, "I don't know."
"He then put his hand into his trousers; I took hold of his cock, which was still and randy. He asked: "What is that?"
"I told him,: :That is the teacher's cock!"
"And what is it used for?"
"To piss and to fuck with!" I answered. "At that he almost went crazy. He said. "Do you want some centimes?"
"I said: Yes. But I want something else besides centimes."; "What?" he asked in astonishment. "Some real money!"
"Real money?"
"Yes," I said laughing.
"But what for?" he said, taking his hands off me; but I raised my dress way up-so that he could see everything.
"Then I actually said: What for-so that the teacher can fuck me and I will not betray him!"
"He started right in! He tried to get in-but he couldn't. I was too small! I took it in my mouth then he gave me fifty centimes."
"How did you happen to come to the city?" I asked her. "I came with Rudolph."
"He does know everything," I said. "Yes," she replied; he said: "There is no business out in country," so he brought me into the city."
"And I am here too!"
"Yes; Rudolph always said: Josie could make lots of money if she had any sense.' "
"Well, I like that!"
"Now, you can see for youself!"
"How much have you made today?"
"Wait! Two francs in the hallway; five francs with the old man and ten franc now-two francs I must pay the old woman-that leaves fifteen francs. But father will look surprised when I bring all this money home!"
"What? " she said. "You surely do not intend to do that, do you? You would be foolish!"
"How so?"
"You don't intend to give it all up, do you?"
"No? Why not?"
"God forbid!" Perhaps tomorrow you won't earn anything; what will you do then?"
"Then I will just tell him that I didn't earn anything."
"So? Perhaps get a good scolding. No, no, this is the way I do. One day I give up three, another day five. Sometimes six and so on; Rudolph is happy because I bring him something every day; what is more, they only drink it up anyway."
"Yes, yes, you are right."
"Besides," Zenzi went on, "you need some money for yourself; if you have it, you won't have to ask for it, and if you want to buy yourself something, you always can."
"Yes, and then father will know at once that I held out on him!"
"You fool-if he sees it, tell him that it is a present, that is the best excuse; always be loving to him, and then you can do anything that you like." Aha! So that is why you act so loving to Rudolph?"
"Certainly! To keep him in a good humor, so that he lets me do as I like."
We dressed and decided to go home, although it was barely dark. We had enough to assure us a friendly welcome, so we took the street car home. I gave father five francs, he said nothing, but immediately went after some wine. Zenzi had to tell Rudolph how I behaved. He praised me. Then the usual drunk orgy began. That night I had to fuck father. So ended my first day as a whore!
I was now for sale! A thing for anybody, who had the price.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
After this I accompanied Zenzi to the city every afternoon; sometimes I went alone. I promptly gave my father my earnings on my return. He never dreamed of looking for work any more. He lived off my earnings-spending most of it for drinks. I never saw my brothers. Pierre was still in Montparnasse on the other side of town, quite a distance away, and Jean who realized what was going on-he despised Rudolph-and never came near us.
With the money that I held out, I bought myself some nice clothes and occasionally some little luxury, but Rudolph never allowed us to go after business dressed up too good. If we did, the police might notice us, and then the men who patronized us would stay away, as then we would be recognized as professional whores.
I had now learned all the tricks pertaining to my career.
I knew how to keep out of the hands of the police; how to fool them, and how to get the most money out of my serviceable customers. I also had been warned against disease. I knew how to detect it-I carefully examined every man that I had anything to do with, and I am thankful for this precaution to the present day; but, with all the precautions-I had several light touches. It was a miracle that I did not fare worse-as I was often thrown in places where I was unable to use any precautions, nothing short of a miracle saved me from being caught hundreds of times. I owe Rudolph many thanks for my luck; it was he, who told me to beware of men doing me bodily harm; to not let them get a chance to choke me or hold their hands over my mouth; he impressed on me to always demand my money in advance in case I accompanied a man to a hotel or a private dwelling; it was he who warned me never to enter a public whorehouse.
It is impossible to relate all my adventures during the years that I have been a whore! These adventures of my childhood, however, no matter how varied they were-they are still fresh in my memory as I relate them in my story. I must say that these memories of my childhood, all relating to sexual matters, hardly seem like the adventures of a child, but, be that as it may, they are engraved on my memory deeper and more lastingly than any adventures that I have had in all my later years.
When you stop to think, that there are 365 days in the year, and not figuring exactly, I have had intercourse with at least three and four men each day-that means eleven hundred men in a year! In thirty years, the time that I have followed my career, that would mean thirty-three thousand men-a good-sized army!
You would hardly expect or wish me to give an account of each one of these cocks which I have served; moreover, it is not necessary for myself or for those who will read these memoirs after I am gone.
The adventures in my late years, I am sure, would not be as interesting, or teach the lessons that I want to portray, from the adventures of my childhood.
Taking everything into consideration-love is a foolish nonsense. The woman likes her "tail"-the man likes his fucking-he lies on top and she lies underneath or vice versa-they do the pushing-while we are being pushed-that is the only difference. All are the victims of desire in this lustful world...
