The Memoirs of Josephine Mutzenbacher (vintage erotica) (9 page)

Trembling and filled with curiosity, I replied that I certainly did! When he again inserted the tip of 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 that my grotto presented a vegetable 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 by talking.

Now he began, first playing with his tongue around my twig. I felt as though an electric current were shooting through my entire body. The innermost regions of my soul 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. All at once-he pushed his tongue all the way up into my gaping cleft. I danced a jig on the table. Lord, what was plain poking compared to this? As I jumped up and down, I rubbed my mound all over his face. I felt his tongue shoot away into me. Soon I 'went off.' I felt as though he were sucking out my whole insides! This was far better than any poke I had ever experienced. I had but one thought, that of a big slippery shaft 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, poke me, your Reverence-please-I'll cry and scream.” He sat up, his face blue and his mouth covered with slimy froth.

“Come,” he mumbled, “sit on me and you can have my spear once more.” He leaned back. I held on to the arms of the chair. I could only reach the head of his tool, for his big belly was in the way. He held on to my titties so that I would not fall off. In this manner we accomplished another “round,” which, we both enjoyed hugely.

Letting me down from his lap, he now handed me a towel. I arranged my clothing and waited for 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 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 Melani. She was 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 bottom was large and broad. Her titties were so large that she could not see her navel.

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elani and I walked down the stairs together and she asked: “What have you been doing at the 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 your sins with men.” I had to laugh at that. “Have you often been to him?” she asked.

“This was my first time,” I replied, “How about you?” “Oh, I?” she smiled. “I have been probably twenty times-and the Ferndinger girl, the Grosbauer the Huster and the Schudle girls have all been to him.” These were all schoolmates of ours. I was greatly surprised. Melani went on: “Did he do it 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 with his mouth before?” “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 poke 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 Simmering. Returning, we reached the open prairie. It was dark. I felt his hand on my titties, they were as large as your's are now.

“'John, 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. “'John,' I said again, 'what are you up to?”

“He did not answer but raised my dress and felt of my grotto.

“'What do you want, John?'“ I asked him innocently. “Of course I knew what he wanted, for the Ferndinger girl had told me all about what men and women do. But I had never done it myself.

“'Now, what do you want, John?' I asked again. “Then he got off the wagon and said: “'Come, Miss Melani.' “He helped me off the wagon and laid me on some wheat aside from the road. “I was quite pleased, for I thought: now I will find out what it is and whether the Ferndinger girl has told the truth. “As I lay there, John immediately got between my legs, took hold of my titties and tried to push his shaft 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' and we climbed back into the wagon. He said:

“'Miss Melani, you must wash yourself when you get home so that no one will notice the blood. “What blood?” I asked.

“"Well,' he said, 'you were still a maiden, you now are broken!'“

“Soon he added: 'You won't tell, will you Miss Melani?'“ “I snuggled close to him. Reaching for his pants, he took out his tool and put my hand on it. I played with it until we neared the house. Then, suddenly, he remarked: “'Peter is a damn liar!'

“'Why?' I asked. “'Because he told me that he had poked you.' “I became angry and swore that Peter had never touched me. (Peter is our bartender.) “A few days later I met John in the barn, and he laid me on the feed-box and poked me but his shaft still would not go in again like it does now.” “Can you get it all the way in?” I asked enviously. She laughed, saying: “Of course! Long ago, our cashier, Leopold- who has one as big as a stud horse got all the way in. So has our teacher.” She was very proud of this achievement. “I don't believe it,” I said. “If you don't believe it, why leave it,” she answered curtly. Then after a pause she suggested: “If you don't believe it, come with me. I am going to the waiter's room. His Reverence did not do it today to me, and, if Leopold is there, you can watch him do it and be convinced. The Ferndinger 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 shaft, I was now anxious for another “piece” myself. Melani went on: “A few days later I was looking for John in the waiter's room and found Peter there alone. I at once thought of the lie which he had told on me. “In a rage, I said. “'You darn liar!' What did you boast of to John about me?” “"Well, what?” he said, and smiled. “'You said that you poked me.' “I saw at once that I had informed on myself-that Peter now must know that the driver had poked me. I was convinced when he looked at me, smiling. “He said: “'John is a liar himself. I did not say that I had poked 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 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 be poked, very badly, right there and then. “'Come, Miss,' he said, let's go to it!' “I bade him bolt the door. Then he laid me on the bed and slowly poked me.” “Do you poke for the porter, too?” I asked. “With Maxi?” she laughed. “Sure! He overheard Peter and me one day. The next day he followed me to the toilet, told me that he knew all about it and asked me to let him do it too. I consented. We had to do it standing. There is nothing to that.” I inquired: “And how about Leopold, the cashier?”

“Oh, him?” she chuckled, putting her arm in mine. “You know, Maxi told me about his long lance. I became very curious. Leopold 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. “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 shaft. I tell you-it was so long! He put it in a little and began to poke me, but stopped short, saying:

“'I am afraid that I will hurt you.' “He then got down and began licking my twig. I became so passionate that I was almost crazy!

“Then he got up, squeezing my titties together, and started to poke between them. Finally he '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 pokes 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: “Leopold, is father home?” “No, he is at the Coffee House.” “And mother?” “She is asleep.”

“And John?” “He is in Simmering.” “Then let us go upstairs.” He blushed, saying: “I will come at once!”

He was a small man, clean-shaved and wrinkled face with a long crooked nose. I found him absolutely homely, but I wanted to see the long lance. We went to the waiter's room, containing four iron beds. He soon appeared, but, upon seeing me, hesitated. Melani threw herself on the bed, calling to him: “Come, Leopold. Poke me.”

“Perhaps,” he said to me, “the young lady might like a little poking too?” Then he knelt down, raised Melani'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 Clementina's, but not so flabby. They were hard and stood out like two pumpkins, with little, rosy-red nipples. I fondled them with my hands, then kissed and sucked the nipples. She cried out and jumped about like mad under Leopold'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, Pepi! -Why not?-I would like to do to you what Leopold is doing to me-oh-oh-!” She cried so loud that I became frightened and stopped, saying: “Someone might hear!” Leopold stopped lapping her, saying: “Not a soul can hear us in here. She soon will scream some more-“ And he got on top of her. She called out: “Now look at his lance!” I stooped over to see it. He raised himself so that I could observe it in all its splendor. It was the longest that I have ever seen, and curved like an extra large sausage. Astonished, I could not resist taking hold of it.

I put the head into my mouth. Leopold played with Melani's titties, so she did not notice what I was doing down below. He 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. I wondered how long it really was. Melani interrupted, saying: “Now let him poke me, Pepi.” I had to let go. Enviously I looked on at her grotto, at her big, white thighs, spread wide apart, at her mound glistening with moisture. Every time that she drew back, a drop of white fluid appeared, hanging to her black hair like so many pearls. “Pepi! Pepi!” she called. “Now watch it go all the way in! If you don't believe it, then watch!” I could not see, but, feeling with my hand, I felt the long lance slowly, completely disappear inside of her. She gave one long yell. Then, catching Leopold tightly and gasping for breath, she said: “Only with Leopold do I have to yell, because with him I have to 'come' all the time!” Leopold poked like a machine. Raising up high, he quickly pushed away in again, Melani raising and lowering her hips with his movements. I crawled up and sat on a pillow. He pressed her titties, taking both nipples in his mouth. He licked and sucked. I raised my dress, anxious to get into the game too, and Melani noticing this called: “Suck her off, too!” Leopold then turned his face and began tickling me with his tongue. I trembled with pleasure as I laid back on the bed. He was an artist! He could make his tongue as stiff as his spear, which he slid in and out in the same time as he slid his sword into Melani's scabbard. I was beside myself with pleasure. We kept this up until finally we all three 'went off' together. Leopold disappeared immediately. Melani 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 for confession. The priest asked me: “So you have had intercourse with men-many men?” “Yes,” I answered. “You let them poke you?” “Yes.” “You took the male organs in your mouth?” “Yes.” “You have played with them in your hands?”

“Yes.” “Have you done anything else?” “Yes.” “What was it?” “I let them stick into me from behind.”

“Backwards?” “Yes.” “Not in the back?” “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 grotto.” “That you need not confess; that is not 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. “Leopold.” “Who is he?”

“The cashier at Melani'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 Melani's titties and did many other things.” “And with your titties then you committed that blood sin?” I did not know what he meant, so I answered “yes,” fearing otherwise 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 for my sins. I answered in the affirmative. Then he solemnly said: “Go now, and sin no more. Your sins are forgiven. But should you sin again, come to me, and I will cleanse your soul. But, should you ever breathe a word of this, your 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.