'carpenter' had placed my opening.”
“He certainly was a good teacher!” I said. “Oh, yes,” she answered, “he was a good teacher!” “These are the eggs,” he said, putting them in my hand, “and from here 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 poking, he got on top of me and did the job; that is, he rubbed his shaft on the outside, explaining that he could not get it in until I had grown a little older and that he just wanted to show me how it was done.”
“And from that he 'went off' himself?” I asked. “Oh, no! He only 'went off when he did it from behind!” “In your rectum. I know.” “In your rectum?” asked Zenzi. “But it can't be done that way, can it?” “It can't, eh? Three years ago Mr. Horak poked me that way and 'went off three times.” “But didn't that hurt you terribly?” “Oh, yes, at first. But after it was all in it didn't hurt any more!” “I must try it sometime,” said Zenzi. “But that is not necessary now. You can take it in front,” I said. “At that time Rudolph only pushed it between my thighs,” she went on.
“Oh, I know. You squeezed your thighs together and he pushed through them between your buttocks-is that it?” “Yes, yes, just so! “And then, did he squirt?” “Yes, and also when I took his shaft in my mouth!” “What? You did that, too?” “Yes. It was hard at first! I vomited several times. But I soon got used to it.” “And did you swallow it?” “Sometimes; you always swallow a little.” “And did he do the same thing to your “kitten'?” “Sometimes. For hours he would lay with his face between my legs, licking and sucking and 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 that 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 lay down. She was “fingering” me, and I did 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?” she said. “Well, Rudolph says that that is the result of so much poking. When I was only nine years old they had begun to develop, and hair was already growing on my little “kitten'.” “And did anybody else poke you besides Rudolph?” “Oh, yes. Rudolph told me that if anybody touched me or coaxed me, I should just be careful so no harm would come to me and to be sure that nobody saw me.” “And did he allow you to go with others at the time?” “Oh, yes. He said that I could stay with older men, but that 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 of your 'kitten' he must pay for the privilege. Only death comes without pay.' Now, you see why I always 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 poke you?” “That is simple: since that time we have not paid any room or board.”
“That is outrageous-and he pokes 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. “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 any 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. He was standing in front of the store and I passed him. I smiled at him and he called me inside. 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' that I would like,'-meaning my kitten, 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, that he would give me as many figs as I wanted.”
“You did that, didn't you?” “No!” “No? Why?” “I am very fond of figs.” “So am I. Well, then, why didn't you do it?”
“Well, I thought of Rudolph, and said; I don't need any figs; I want something else.'“ “What?” he asked.” “And I answered: 'Money!'“ “'All right,' he answered. Then he lifted my skirt and played around my “kitten' and took out his shaft, pushed it between my legs and rubbed it against my belly until he 'went off.' Then he gave me thirty kreutzers and told me that I must 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 who 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.” “Go on,” I said. “One time while he was holding her 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 he came out in about a half hour. Then I walked with the girl and questioned her. “'Why does the teacher always feel of your titties and your behind?' I asked. “Then she began to talk. The teacher has a long “stopper” between his legs-' she confided.
“Well, did he show you it?” I asked her. “'Yes,' she stammered-but 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 pennies-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, she would let him poke her as often as he liked.
“I thought that I might make use of this tactic also. I already had titties, but, of course, they were still small. The next time that teacher wanted to help me, taking hold of my arm, I said: 'Please, teacher, I am so ticklish.' So he took hold of my breast. “He looked at me strangely, and I smiled. Then he said: “You will stay after school.' “When all the others had gone, I remained in the dark cloak room. He came in and, putting his hands on both my titties, asked: 'Do you like gymnasium work?'“ “'Yes, teacher.' “He put his hand under my dress, holding my 'kitten,' and said: What is this?” “I acted ignorant, and said: I don't know.' “He then put his hand into his trousers. I took hold of his shaft, which was stiff and randy. “He asked: What is that?' “I told him: That is the teacher's shaft.' “He questioned me further. 'And what is it used for?” “To piss and to poke with!' I answered. “At that he almost went crazy. He said: “Do you want some pennies?'
“I said: 'Yes. But I want something else besides pennies.'
“What?” he asked in astonishment. “'Some real money!'
“'Real money?” “'Yes,' I said, laughing. “'But what for?” he said, taking his hands off me. “I raised my dress way up-so that he could see everything. Then I said: What for? So that the teacher can poke me and I will not betray him!' “He started right in! He tried to get inside me, but he couldn't. I was too small! So I took it in my mouth and then he gave me fifty kreutzers!” “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 once said: “There is no business out in the country,' so he brought me into the city.” “And I am here, too!” “Yes; Rudolph always said: “Pepi could make lots of money if she had any sense.'“ “Well, I like that!” I fumed, hurt at his appraisal of me. “Now, you can see for yourself!” she replied. “How much have you made today?” “Two gulden in the hallway; five gulden with the old man and ten gulden now-two gulden I must pay to the old woman-that leaves fifteen gulden. Boy, 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 it. One day I give up three, another day five, sometimes six and so on. Rudolph is happy because I bring him something every day. And why should I care if I lie to him. It is my money, isn't it?” “Yes, yes, you are right.” “Besides,” Zenzi went on, “you need some money for yourself; if you have it, you won't have to ask for it, and if you want to buy yourself something, you always can.” “Yes, and then father will know at once that I held out on him!” “You fool-if he sees it, tell him that it is a present, that is the best excuse. Always be loving to him and then you can do anything that you like.” “Aha! So that is why you act so loving to Rudolph?”
“Certainly! To keep him in a good humor, so that he lets me do as I like.” We dressed and decided to go home, although it was barely dark. We had enough money to assure us a friendly welcome, so we took the street car home. I gave father five gulden; he said nothing, but immediately went after some wine. Zenzi had to tell
