Chapter 10
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 dressingroom.
"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; 168 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. 169
"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 170 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!"
"Quiet, children!" Capuzzi called, and slowly counted:
"One, two, three, four, five, six! Remain quiet!"
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 confortable 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
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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."
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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?" Iasked, astonished.
"But it won'tdo!" 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 timesa 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:
"Wasitgood?"
"Well, what shall we do now?" said Capuzzi, "If Albert's prick won't stand any more?"
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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 wast 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. "Notsofar!"
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.
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"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:
"MrsBienn, 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.
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"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?" Iasked
"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 granc, 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 slep on the floor in his room. I was thankful 181 because 1 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.
Continuting 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, 182 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; Iknow."
"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."
"Anddid 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.
"Anddid 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."
"Thatis 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,' (meaningmy 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 ansered, '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?"
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"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 188 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 tha t 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.