The Memoirs of Josephine Mutzenbacher (vintage erotica) (7 page)

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. She said: “Let me go, Mr. Eckhard, 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 and slender but well-built woman, about thirty-six years old. She had a fresh-looking face and blonde hair.

“No one would imagine that you have had three children,” Eckhard remarked. T 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, go on, 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, saving: “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 Me!” After a weak struggle, mother stood still, smiling at him, in triumph. She said: “Now, do you see! Now do you believe?” “I certainly do believe it!” He took the other tittie in his hand. My mother made no objection. Mr. Eckhard went on, still playing with her until I could see the titties getting quite hard. Said he: “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, just for the sake of these beautiful breasts!” “But I am a good woman,” she replied, 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 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 getting on top of her and 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 spear before this.” “No-never-go away-or I'll scream!” He was already feeling for her slit with his tool, sayings “Don't be foolish; I will make it good.” I could see how he was fondling and squeezing her titties. “But if someone should come?” pleaded mother. “Nobody is going to come,” said he, 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 and spread her legs way apart. He put his arms around her, saying: “Dear, we do it so!” I saw his every movement and he was now poking her with all his might and pleasure. I was at a loss about what to do-whether to watch them or to run into the cellar and look for Mr. Horak. But fearing that they might hear me, I remained where I was.

Mother now began to work with Mr. Eckhard. He said to her: “Oh, but you do it wonderfully! Such a warm, small 'kitten'-such wonderful work-I could hold back forever-just always leave it in-!”

Mother was breathing hard and fast, and finally she began to talk: “Mary-Joseph-you hurt! Such a big thick shaft. 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, poke hard-I am coming right away!” “Just take your time,” said Mr. Eckhard, “I won't go yet!”

“Oh, but this is different from what I have had-oh, 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 out right now, would you?” said Eckhard, withdrawing it slightly.

Mother screamed softly, holding him tight as she again put it in. She said: “Oh, goodness! I am coming-I am coming-for goodness sake, don't take it out now, please-” He just bounced up and down: “So, now you'll let me, but at first you fought against me?” “Oh, goodness! Had I only known how good this is-and such wonderful tool and how you can poke-! 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,” said he, continuing his movements. “Oh-I am really coining again!-Oh! My husband could never do that-oh, I am dying-I feel your shaft way up in my mouth now-I beg of you -take my titties-play with them-! There-there -keep right on poking, please-”

He exerted himself still more, whispering, “Now I can play with the titties? Now you are not yelling 'I am a good woman,' with my poke in your hole 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 way up. I heard a rattle in his throat which I well knew. He said: “Now! Now, I am going to squirt!”

“Go on! Squirt!” She trembled with pleasure, as she received the discharge. Then 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 shaft-such a shaft!” 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. Mr. Eckhard took it out of her mouth and said: “Come, let us do it again!” “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, as he seated himself on a chair, his big staff standing up stiff and hard, mother carefully straddled him and with her hands quickly guided his saber into place. 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 too 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 poked like this-! My husband does not deserve a true woman.” He was now kissing first one 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. In one last effort he raised her way up, holding onto her titties, but she noticed nothing. Lying 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 and suddenly mother knelt in front of him. Taking his shaft, she began to suck and lick it like a woman 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!” She immediately replied: “Then I will come to you at night when my husband is in the saloon.”

“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 poke me when they sleep and they don't hear anything?” “Well, I am willing.” All this time, she was playing with his tool 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 coming only 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 head rested on the bedspread, then, raising her dress, he pushed his weapon into her from behind. I heard another gurgle, then sighing, she whispered: “I am coming already! Oh, please-come with me now-now!” He then withdrew, 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 “kitten.” When she finished, she went to him and begged him to kiss the nipples once more. He did so eagerly. Then she buttoned up her waist, saying: “Perhaps I can come to you tonight.” “I shall be glad to have you,” he replied. Suddenly she asked him: “And now, what about the little wench that you poked six times?” never dreaming that she was talking about me. He answered: “What about her?”

“Are you going to poke her after this?” Eckhard smiled: “You are jealous?” “Yes!” she said, “I want you to poke me-only me!”

“But you let others poke you?” Mother was astonished: I? Who do you mean?” “Well, you let your husband poke you, don't you?”

“Oh, 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 am sure, will not annoy you; he just gets in a little ways, two or three jerks and he is through.”

“Well, then, I will only poke my girl every two or three weeks, and I won'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 poke 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 both hands on her titties. Feeling of his pants, she kissed him and he came out of the room. 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?” When I simply smiled, he quickly put his hand under my dress, felt of 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 spied them in the afternoon. After that, however, I did not allow Mr. Eckhard to poke 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.

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uring the following year, I had only Alois and Mr. Horak, and I constantly looked for them in the cellar. Shani came at one time and informed me that both his mother and Rosa were having monthlies, so that he had only Wetti to poke that day, and as that night he would not have to do it at all, we took advantage of the opportunity and went at it standing up. We hurried for fear of being caught, of which I remember little except that he, feeling my nipples, exclaimed: “Here, you are getting nice, little rosebuds,” at which they began to stand out quite hard. I was very proud of them.

A few days later, I made Mr. Horak feel them under my blouse. He was so pleased that they were growing so much, and when he felt them, his weapon immediately got stiff, although he had twice poked me already; still playing with them as they stood firmer all the time, he was able to do it a third time. Franz, I remember, also poked me several times during this year, but he could not shut Mrs. Rhinelander out of his mind, always on the watch for her. One morning I spied her going to the attic. I called Franz and told him: “Now is your chance.” He came along but did not dare follow her to the attic alone. I encouraged him, telling him that Mr. Horak was poking her. I assured him that she would surely be willing to let him do it. I pictured her nice, white breasts, but he still was afraid. Bold as I was, I offered to go with him. We found Mrs. Rhinelander just taking her wash down from the line. “How do you do, Mrs. Rhinelander?” I greeted her. “Greetings. What are you doing here?” she asked. “We just came to see you.” “Sol 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 breasts, bobbing them up and down. Franz stood by, looking on, not winking an eye. Mrs. Rhinelander hugged me to her, saying: “What are you doing?”

“They are so nice,” I said to flatter her. At this she blushed and looked at Franz 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 breasts. She did not object but looked at Franz and remarked: “What are you doing?” Then I whispered to her: “Franz would like to-,” I felt her nipples getting hard, and she asked: “Would he like to?” “Oh, you know,” I answered. She smiled and allowed me to bare her breasts.

“I can watch you,” I said, as I sprang away from her. I gave Franz a push, shoving him right against her breasts, then I stood guard, the same as I had done when Mr. Horak was poking Mrs. Rhinelander 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. Eckhard of my mother's disappointment with father, which led to Mr. Eckhard now poking my mother. Otherwise, he would probably have been satisfied with her daughter-me! Franz 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 into the game. She now laid down on her wash-basket. Raising up her skirts, I saw her large, hairy love nest, into which I feared that Franz might disappear-head first! She drew him to her and with her hand put his little bird way in! It seemed as though she had swallowed it whole. Franz begged her to be a little easy and then began to work like a clock. She lay there, and laughed, saving: “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 fast?” “Yes,” I said. “Franz always pokes fast.”

Then I knelt down beside her; I began to tickle her in the ear with my tongue, as Mr. Eckhard 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 strokes with her buttocks. “Oh, I'm coming-! Oh, I can't stand it-when Pepi tickles my ear-oh, I am coming again-oh, children! What wonderful children-what a sweet little tool-” suddenly she said to Franz:

“Why don't you take one of the nipples in your mouth, my boy?”

Franz took a nipple and sucked for dear life, but she exclaimed:

“But you must not stop poking-and I was just then coming again-there-that is better-Oh Lord!” Now Franz 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 her 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 grotto; reaching up under my dress, she started playing with it with her fingers; I felt as though I was also being poked. Suddenly we all three reached a climax together, Mrs. Rhinelander saying: “Oh, my dear children-how good that feels-oh Franz-,” she began squirming, “I feel you squirting into me now-and Pepi-you are all wet tool Oh, my, oh!” For some time, we all lay on the basket, exhausted. Suddenly she jumped up, pushed us aside, arranged her clothing, very red in the face and ashamed, exclaiming: “Well, of all the things! Such children!” and hurried down the stairs. Franz and I made ourselves comfortable on the basket of wash, which she had forgotten in her hurry. I took his instrument in my mouth and tried to make it stand again, saying: “Now you must poke me!” “No!” he answered, “Mrs. Rhinelander might come back.” “But what difference would that make?” She knows that we do it.” “But I don't want to.” “Why not?” “Because you have no breasts.”

“What?” Tearing open my blouse, I showed him my little sprouts; he began to play with them. I laid down and he got on top of me; once more, with one shove, he started to poke 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 Franz always watched for Mrs. Rhinelander, 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, make love and play with her breasts. 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 Franz- in her room.