Chapter 7

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, i "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 105 she said: "Leo, is father home?" "No, he is at the Coffee House." "Andmother?" "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, becausewith 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 107 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, 109 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 bcame 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 stomache 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

111 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 113 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 bis 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

116 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 homorable 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 117 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 prfectly 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. 119

"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 120 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 121 crazy -but ims action caused mm 10 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 itin.

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 122 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!" Iasked, "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. 123

"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.