Hellfire Club No. 3: From the Hidden Archives

By Catherine Rose

The Hellfire Club established in England in 1719 had as its motto: Fais ce que tu voudras (Do what thou wilt) as the underlying principle which the libertines and philosophers of the day fully enjoyed within the club walls. For centuries the Hellfire Club has shifted in time and place but remained an active part of educated society. The club has hosted the famous and the infamous but never altered the premise that freedom of choice to do what one will as long as that is done without harm is within the purview of humanity.
The collected works of erotica have been taken from the Hellfire Club Archives, edited and some cases re-written to replace text lost to time or rot. Each volume contains a collection of short stories from the 16th to the 19th centuries.
Volume 3 contains A Dream (1921), Memoirs of Josephine (1935), Nunnery Tales (1866), Maude Cameron and Her Guardian (1903).

• Language: English
• Publisher: Catherine Rose
• Release date: Nov 27, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310154072

Catherine Rose

Catherine Rose is the pen name for a perverted old lady that likes to write stories inspired by her earlier days which she very much misses. Granted anything involving monsters, aliens, and horror stories are pure fiction...the rest? Not so much..

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Table of Contents

A Dream(1921)

Memoirs of Josephine Mutzenbacher(1935)

Nunnery Tales(1866)

Maude Cameron and HerGuardian(1903)

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A Dream

At the time of my twentieth birthday a very sad thing happened, my father died. His will read and executed made me comfortably fixed for the rest of my life. I decided to go east and look that part of the country over and summarily took up my abode at an apartment hotel in Baltimore. I did not expect to stay there long, but an adventure plus international complications changed my plans. I was there only about four days when wishing to make some purchases, I went to one of the department stores and was attended there by a beautiful girl, whose acquaintance I at once endeavored to gain. She seemed agreeable to these plans and after seeing her every day for the next week, she invited me to her home to meet her mother.

A description of this beautiful girl would here be in order; she was above average height and of slender build. Her skin was of very smooth, clear texture and dark with that beauty which comes with the natives and descendants of Southern Europe.

Her eyes large and sparkling, and so dark brown that at times they appeared black; her lips were full and red, not needing any artificial coloring; teeth white and even and glistening like an advertisement for any dentifrice.

Through her clothes her outline struck one, as with all of her lithe build her bodily contours were perfect, small, well molded breasts, hips not too large but still very noticeable, hands and feet were so small and well shaped they looked as though they belonged to a child.

The most wonderful feature of this wonderful girl was her hair; blue black masses of thick coils piled on her a crown that I know any woman would envy, and with an odor that was enchanting. I was overcome by these luxuriant masses of hair from my first sight of them.

Her invitation was readily accepted and arriving at a modest dwelling in a good neighborhood, was welcomed by her mother; as the evening progressed I learned that these two ladies were the last of a proud Spanish family, whose ancestors were among America's earliest settlers. I failed to give you the name of my new heroine, it was Isabella Gomez.

After a very enjoyable evening, as I was about to leave, Isabella asked me in the presence of her mother if I would like to spend the night in her bed with her. I was taken aback, and thought surely she was jesting, making such a proposition within earshot of her mother. Her mother however turned to me and told me it was criminally cruel and unjust to keep a girl from a young man if she loves him and that if she did not sanction it Isabella might just pick up with anyone and no telling what might happen to her.

I was surprised at this, but readily agreed to share the couch of so luscious a beauty. We retired to the bed chamber and it was not long before we were both undressed and I was fondling the charms of this vivacious beauty. I was more entranced by her bared loveliness, her breasts stood out like twin mountains, tipped by voluptuously cherry red nipples, her motte was of the blackest I have ever seen and as she moved or walked the red lining of the lips hidden by her hair would peer through.

As we lay on the bed I could not restrain myself but plunged my face between her thighs to taste the sweet nectar secreted there. I licked at her vulva hungrily and as she parted her thighs she let out little gasps of sensual delight. Her undulating motions soon warned me her warm nature was receiving a maximum of pleasure and I continued with only one thought in my mind, to drink into my heart the very essence of her soul.

She was not long in rewarding my efforts, for with a convulsive shudder she filled my mouth and spattered my face with her delicious, creamy offering. I drained every drop from her and as I arose, she held me to her and begged me to stab her to the heart with my spear of love.

I let her guide me to her sheath and was soon riding with wild transports of delightful, satisfying delirium, the crest of her wave of joy. All too quick I reached my crisis and as I poured my soul into her waiting womb she was again raining her tribute to me.

When finished, she fell on my cock and greedily licked it clean of our mutual juices which clung to it, and I lost no time in sucking from her the deposit I had just made.

I was in a heaven of delight in the possession of this salacious creature, and one stormy bout followed another until totally exhausted we fell asleep in the embrace of the other.

I was awakened next morning by feeling her lascivious lips encircling the head of my again rampant tool. I made no move and as she sucked and tongued me until nature exerted itself and I gorged her mouth and throat with the seething essence of my very soul, not a drop did she waste and only when she could get no more did she stop.

Smilingly she asked me if I liked it, my only answer was fiery hot kisses on every part of her I could reach. After again drinking from her mossy fount to her great satisfaction, we arose and dressed.

As we entered the room for breakfast, her mother plied us with questions and Isabella described in detail all we did. She seemed pleased at the report her daughter made, and affectionately kissed me and thanked me for bringing so much happiness into her young life.

These people puzzled me and one evening I asked Isabella's mother to assume us with a tale, perhaps of her own life. She readily agreed to tell us at a later time but not now; she would rather I heard Isabella's story of her life up to the present, adding that she always was intrigued by other peoples' narratives rather than her own.

Isabella answered that she had heard a dozen times in the last year and could not see why she wanted to listen to it all again. Her mother answered that her story was so romantic, while her own was just ordinary and drab, after another ten minutes of arguing Isabella finally consented to tell us of her adventures in the realm of Venus and as we settled back comfortably she started.

"I was educated in a convent, as has always been the custom of our family for centuries; at my fourteenth birth, I was packed up and taken aboard a liner in New York and started for Spain.

"I was alone with a first class ticket and state room; after three days the trip was becoming very monotonous; knowing no one and having no one to speak to, I was at my wits end to find something to do. Had I been a few years older or even had been older looking than I was, I would have had no trouble as to loneliness.

"Everyone was pleasant but that was all; I went to the library to get a book and as I went to the desk I collided with a man of perhaps forty-five years of age. He humbled himself to me for the accident and guessing why I was there offered to help me make a selection. We talked of books and writers and when he selected a book from the shelf and offered it to me he said, he had heard it was rather good and recommended it to me.

"I told him I had not read it and noting the author's name told him I had never read anything by him, though I heard that he wrote very good books; the one I had in my hand I remember was one of the year's best sellers. I decided to take it and as I left he told me he would meet there the next day and get my opinion of it.

"The next day I was back there and as I entered he came forward to me, I thanked him for his selection for me and told him I thought the story was very good, he smilingly thanked me in turn.

"I then laughingly told him I supposed we would have to be introduced to carry on an acquaintance and told him my name. He complimented me my parents taste in naming me Isabella, for it was on a little research of another by that name that was taking him to Spain. He then told me he was Gerald Matthews.

"‘Not the writer, whose book I just finished?' I asked.

"‘Yes, I am he, but please don't think me vain for asking you to read my feeble efforts to amuse the public, but I do think the book you just finished is my best effort.'

"I told him I was flattered, to meet such a celebrity and hoped to see more of him on the trip if he could spare me a little of his valuable time.

"After a bit more of books, he invited me to his stateroom as he had quite a collection with him of his favorites and they were all at my disposal. I accepted readily and soon arm in arm we were walking along the deck, to a new adventure for me.

"Arriving at his room he opened one of his trunks and there were about fifty books of all descriptions in it. He took out a secret lining on the cover and l exposed several more, informing me

that these were forbidden in the States and therefore he had to keep them hidden.

"I never knew of books that were forbidden and was anxious to look at them but restrained myself to look at several others he had. He then excused himself and told me to make myself at home as he was going into the other room and lie down. As he left and closed the door, I took one of the forbidden volumes and found it to be an illustrated copy of ‘A Night in a Moorish Harem.' I was surprised at what I saw, all the pictures depicted men and women nude and in various poses of sexual enjoyment.

"I was no prude and a year before this mother told me what to expect of life, but here coming on it so suddenly and unexpectedly I was surprised and fascinated.

"My host well knew what a woman or girl would do with anything labeled 'forbidden,' I at once sat down and started to read it. It was not long and in an hour I had finished it, but not without stirring my senses and arousing feelings I never knew I could experience.

"The book left its full mark on me and I was in a state of longing for the things I had read of.

"I again sought out the illustrations, and feasted my eyes on the lascivious positions represented by the pictures. 1 was in a turmoil of desire but inexperienced to such a degree that I did not know that my fingers could give me relief.

"As I laid the book back in its place I heard Gerald stirring in his bed room and soon the door opened and he walked in. He asked me pleasantly if I was enjoying myself and asked me what I had

read. I pointed to a volume of Dumas. He smilingly told me that he never failed to read at least a chapter of Dumas every day.

"He then told me that he would instruct the steward to allow me admittance to his rooms at any time. I thanked him for this kind offer and arose to go, as I did so he took my hand and kissed it, told me to make his cabin my home, and if he was not there I knew where the books were I had but to take them.

"I left thanking him again and arriving at my own cabin, found relief for my feelings only after I had taken a cold bath.

"The next afternoon again found me in his cabin and as he apparently was not in, I was admitted by the steward. I locked the door and never thought to look into the bedroom to see if he was in. I drew up a chair to the trunk of books and again I had one of the forbidden works in my hand. This book was a fully illustrated volume on every type of sex gratification, not only were there pictures of men and women in every form of pleasure but also both sexes alone frigging themselves.

Men with animals, women with animals, women with each other, men with each other and with each picture was a full written explanation of what they were doing and the pleasure derived from the act in which they were engaged; it was the most lascivious collection of pictures I believe it is possible to collect.

"I had only seen about half of these pictures when I became so prurient that I could no longer go

on without touching my poor cunt. I had on only a light dress and open drawers. Of course I had discarded a coat as I entered the room; I raised my dress and my hand was soon at my hot, wet parts. I was somewhat soothed by the feeling of my fingers gently rubbing the lips. I then searched for the picture that I had noticed, of a young girl frigging herself with both hands. I assumed the same position she did, that is, my feet were raised and resting on the trunk, my skirts high about my waist and as the fingers of the left hand were fondling my clitoris my middle finger of the right was sliding in and out of my vagina.

"I was enjoying a great satisfaction from my operations when the bedroom door opened and in walked Gerald. I was struck dumb at his entry, and he immediately assured me, that he would help rather than anything else.

"I was just at the point of emission and did not care what he did to me; he knelt before me and raising one of my legs over each of his shoulders, he put his lips to my cunt and kissed it warmly; at regular intervals he would slip his tongue into me, to my great delight. His searching tongue soon found my throbbing clitoris, and I thought the world had come to an end. I was in a maelstrom of happiness, I moved my loins and tried to meet the darts of his caressing tongue but it seemed all to no avail. I was overcome by a madness of heat and passion. The blood throbbed in my ears, my throat parched and in the next moment the dam of my being gave way and I was floating in a sea of mad lascivious delight, as I poured the torrents of my

love" into his waiting lips.

"He did not stop and only after I had again gone through the frenzied exertion of another spasm of joyful chaos accompanied by my liquid sacrifice did he offer any respite to his lingual charge of my vagina.

"He got to his feet and kissed me gently and going to a locker produced a bottle of champagne and after I had taken and emptied two large gasses of this potent wine, I felt greatly refreshed.

"He invited me into his bedroom and told me that if I cared for more pleasure to remove my clothes, I without hesitation did so, as there still seemed to be something left undone in my cunt to complete my entire satisfaction. I stood before him in only my chemise which I must say was as good as nothing as it was so thin that every part of me was plainly visible through it. He took off his robe and I was surprised that he had on nothing under it.

"I was amazed at the sight of his virile tool; there it stood in all of its glory, pointing up to his navel, fully ten inches long and as large as my wrist. He asked me to take this weapon in my hands; I did so and was thrilled by its heat and iron hardness. I pulled back the skin that covered its red crest and was astounded at the shape of the knob at the end.

"We then sat on the bed side by side; he raised my only covering baring my cunt. After inserting a searching finger once or twice we lay back and as we did so he raised my chemise above my breasts; these two glands were standing out, hard at the nipples. He was not long in taking one and then the other into his mouth and sucking them in such a

way that he soon again had me in the same condition that I was in a half hour before.

"A very little of this play and the fingerings on his instrument soon had him opening my thighs and crawling between them. He asked me to direct his bludgeon to my cleft. I begged him to be gentle with me as I had never had done anything like this be- fore. He promised anything and as I felt the head of that machine at my lips his loins worked forward and slipped it in.

THE END

Memoirs of Josephine Mutzenbacher

The saying is, that young whores become old, religious crones, but that was not my case. I became a whore at an early age and experienced everything a woman can ... in bed, on chairs, tables, standing against walls, benches, lying on the grass, in dark hall-ways, in private bedchambers, on railroad trains, in lodging houses, in jail; in fact in every conceivable place where it was possible . . . but I have no regrets. I am along in years now . . . the enjoyment which my sex afforded me is fast disappearing. I am rich but faded, and often being very lonesome, but it never entered my mind, although in the past years I was religious ... to now do penance.

The squalor and drudgery which I escaped I owe entirely to my healthful body.

Without my youthful experience, the early awakenings of my sexual passion, I would undoubtedly have succumbed, the same as many of my playmates, and would have been forced into the poorhouse or died as a drudge of some household. I did not succumb to any of these.

I obtained a good education, for which I can thank only my life as a prostitute, for this it was that brought me into touch with educated men ... it broadened my mind and enlightened me. I escaped

the life which is led by the ignorant, low-born peasants, for which they are not to blame, but

of which they are so often accused. It is not their fault, for they know no better.

I have seen the world in a different light, for all of which I have to thank my life as a prostitute, so often condemned by the public.

I am writing my experiences only to shorten my time of loneliness and to give to the public the truth about my past experiences, which led up to the life I finally adopted.

My father was a very poor man, who worked as a saddler in a firm in Josef City. We lived in a tenement house away out in Ottakring, at that time a new house, which was filled from top to bottom with the poorer class of tenants. All of the tenants had many children, who were forced to play in the back yards, which were much too small for so many.

I had two older brothers. My father and my mother and we three children lived in two rooms ... a living-room and kitchen. We also had a roomer.

I distinctly remember two of our roomers. One of them was locksmith' apprentice. He had dark eyes; a sad-looking lad; his black eyes and dark face always covered with grime and soot. We children were much afraid of him. He was a very silent man, never saying a word.

I remember one afternoon, when I was alone in the house, he came home. I was then only five years old. My mother and the two boys had gone to Furstenfeld and my father had not yet returned from work. The locksmith took me up from the floor,

where I was playing and held me on his lap. I wanted to cry, but he quietly told me, "Be quiet, I won't hurt you.'

He then laid me back and lifted up my little skirt. Then he examined me. I was badly frightened and he viewed me naked upon his lap, but remained perfectly quiet. As he heard my mother coming, he put me down on the floor and went into the kitchen.

A few days later, he again came home early. As mother was about to go out, she asked him to look after me until she returned, which he promised gladly. As soon as she was gone, he again held me on his knees and began examining my naked pussy. He did not utter a word ... just stared at my privates constantly! I did not dare say anything. This he repeated on many occasions, as long as he roomed with us. As a child, of course, I had no idea of its import, and did not give the matter a second thought. Today I know different, and often call this lad my first lover.

Quite frequently at home I heard my father and mother shaking the bed and breathing hard, but could not discern anything in the dark. I had an idea that I knew what it all was about, however, so when this occurred I would lay in bed listening with all my ears, at the same time fingering myself. I got so that I could satisfy myself very well indeed by this method.

I often heard them whispering to each other in a tone too low for me to distinguish words. One Saturday night father came home drunker than usual. Mother got up, helped him undress, and when I awoke at the noise, I saw a light in the room.

Father pushed mother over on the bed, reaching up under her clothing, between her legs, she at the same time fighting him off. He whispered, "Here

now ... spread your legs apart!''

Mother refused to do so, saying, Go away! You are drunk! What of it? . . . Come on . . . !

He was a powerful man; wild-eyed he grabbed her, tore off her night-dress, caught her by the titties and pushed her back on the bed, and got on top of her, with his big, stiff cock out, all ready for business.

Put out the light, the children are looking, but father just said, Put it in, damn it!

Mother again said, Put out the lights, you fool, we don't want the children watching this. .

Father just growled, They are asleep, and went right on with his business.

Soon I heard mother say, "Oh, but that is so good.

How big you are tonight!" They soon finished and all was quiet once more, father falling asleep immediately and mother soon after.

When they had started to snore, I slipped out of my bed and over to my brother Franz;, where he slept on the lounge. He could not see, but heard it all. Getting into his bed with him, we hugged each other fiercely. He wanted to get on top of me, but I turned over and made him screw me from behind. We were very quiet; nobody heard us, but we were rather really frightened at first. We were much naked and the feeling of our little bodies rubbing so close together without the interference of clothing was delightful. We pulled off our little fuck, and

finding that we were comparatively safe, we did it often at night, as we could feel reasonably safe when all the rest were asleep.

Soon after this, we got a new roomer in our home. This roomer was a middle- aged man of fifty or so. I do not know what his business was, but he was at home a great deal and sat in the kitchen for hours, talking to mother. I was often left alone with him. As he had a full, bushy beard I often wondered how much hair he had between his legs. One Sunday, when he was washing himself, I noticed his hairy breast.

This only enhanced my curiosity as to his other parts. He was very friendly to me, as he stroked my hair, chuckled me under the chin-, and caressed and fondled me frequently. I always went to him smilingly when he spoke.

Happening to be at home alone with him one day, I thought: Now is my chance.

I went up to him and began to stroke his heard.

He must have perceived something in my looks which robbed him of his senses for a moment. He was shivering as he put his hand between my legs as if knocking for an entrance. I was standing in front of him as he sat there and did not resent any movement on his part, but smiled encouragingly up to him. He pressed harder, but as yet only on the outside of my fluffy dress. I stepped up closer, between his knees, and smiled.

His face reddened and he pulled me to him and kissed me. He lifted my dress up, pulled down my panties and kissed me passionately. He looked at and began to finger my crack.

This seemed different from anything that I had ever experienced before, due, no doubt, to the fact that hitherto I had played only with boys, while this was a grown man. I became so excited I could hardly control myself. I did not know whether he was using one finger or five. I did not care as I felt as if I was being fucked, pushing his finger way up into me. I began to work back and forth, at the same time playing with the hair on his breast. He took my other hand and placed it on his cock, which he had taken out. It was so large I could hardly get my hand around it. I started working it back and forth while he rubbed my cunt and kissed me.

We kept this up until suddenly he stiffened out and twisted and squirmed and began to squirt from his penis white stuff in great drops that squirted far into the room, at the same time, part of it, hot and sticky, flowed across my hand. I also came, as he had quickened the movement on my pussy with his finger as he came. When he had finished, he sat there frightened, telling me not to breathe a word of what had passed or rather pleasantly happened between us, to anyone. As I shook my head, he kissed me again, got up and went out.

For several days I hardly saw him, as he was apparently ashamed. This also affected me, as when I would see him approaching, I would run away.

About a week later, while playing out in the backyard with my brothers, I saw him go in and upstairs. My mother having gone out previously, and knowing that he was all alone up there, I soon sneaked up after him, my heart beating wildly and rapidly, and I quivering in excitement. When I

entered the kitchen he eagerly reached for me, his hands shaking. I threw myself into his arms, and he at once put his hand between my legs and began to finger my slit. We sat down beside each other and he put his cock into my hand. I now had a good chance to examine it, and I must say, even after all these years, having had thousands of cocks . . . not only pushed into my cunt, but . . . into my ass . . . my mouth ... in fact, every opening in my body, that this was an exceptionally fine specimen of a healthy strong cock, with a large red head, and a great mass of dark hair surrounding it. I certainly could have a great time with it, had I been but a few years older and more developed.

I eagerly jerked him off with my hand, as I had learned to do from my brother.

When I tired, and stopped working, or put my hand back further, so as to feel of the fine growth of hair there, he would whisper:

Go on . . . my angel; my darling girl . . . my little sweetheart! For goodness sake, go on . . . don't stop!

Much pleased at these pet names, I worked hard and tried to do it right and soon he squirted so high that it almost struck me in the face, as I was stooping low and eagerly working away.

A few days later, as we were again jerking each other off, he said:

Darling, angel, sweetheart, I was doing my best to please him, throwing my ass around as he was working at my pussy. "Oh, goodness; if I could only fuck you right . . . just once, just one little fuck!1'

In a moment I pulled away, laid on the floor or* my back, spread my legs apart, ready for him and said:

Come on, try it.

He came over, stooped down, coughed, and said: No, damn it. You're too small.

That's nothing, I answered. Try to do it anyhow.

Half wild, he got on top of me. He put his hand under my ass, lifted me up and rubbed his cock against my pussy. I held to his cock, making sure that he rubbed it all over, pushing as hard as he could. Between shoves, he asked, Have you been fucked before? Something warned me to deny it, but he insisted, saying, "Now, angel, tell me, you have been fucked, I know it. Who was it? Often?

Was it good?"

I was breathing hard. I could feel his cock jerking, but I still denied it, saying: No, certainly not. Of course not. This is the first time. His breath came faster

and the pleasure for me became greater. Is it good, he asked. Oh, so good, I said. Just then he went off, wetting my belly, so that the fluid ran down my sides.

Lay still, he said, and he wiped me clean. Then he asked, "Are you telling the truth?

Come on and tell me." I told him I had seen it done and pointed to the other room.

Yes, yes. Your father and mother.

He wanted me to tell him all and as I told him what I had seen and heard, he played with my cunt until I again went off.

After the delightful experience with Mr.

Eckhard, I began to look around for grown-up men, imagining myself sitting on their knees and playing with their pricks. I now looked at different men.

They would stop and stare at me, astonished. One man once turned round and winked at me, but I did not follow him, although I was much excited.

After this incident, I often walked out on the streets, hoping to meet a second Mr. Eckhard. At one time, having gone further away from home than usual, it began to grow late and got dark. As I turned and started homeward, I met a soldier. I smiled at him, and he looked at me in astonishment, but kept right on walking. As no one was in sight, I stopped and turned and saw that the soldier had also stopped and was looking back at me. I again smiled and he beckoned to me. My heart was throbbing, and my pussy burning, I was so excited.

Nevertheless, I stood still, much frightened and yet wildly curious.

He hurried back and with a very sober face asked me, Are you alone? I nodded.

Then come, he said, and he led the way round to the bushes.

Still frightened but highly elated, I followed him. We had scarcely reached the bushes, when he threw me down on my back and at once got on top of me. I felt his big stiff cock as he pushed it against my slit. I put my hand down and shoved it away, although I was really trying to get it into my cunt. I then recovered it and tried to guide it into me. It hurt at every movement, but I said nothing. At last, almost wild, he made a strong effort.

I felt the head going into me. It pained me so I wanted to scream, but bit my lips to keep quiet, so he would not stop.

Suddenly he went off.

He jumped up and ran away, not even looking back at me. My cunt burned something terrible and I could hardly walk.

But I had been fucked. Really and truly fucked right. All the way in. I had at last lost my maidenhead. I arose and straightened my clothes.

As I came out of the bushes and started for home, I saw the soldier urinating at some distance away. As it was now quite dark, I hurried homewards. I had hardly gone a hundred yards, when someone tapped me on the shoulder.

Frightened, I turned around and there stood a ragged boy somewhat older than myself.

What did you do with that soldier? he inquired. Nothing! I yelled in anger.

So, nothing! I saw it all!

You saw nothing! I shouted, almost crying.

At this he put his hand between my legs, feeling my pussy.

You wench, he said, I saw the whole business, you fucked that soldier back in the bushes, all the time fingering my crack.

Well, what do you want? I asked him. I saw there was no use of further denial. He stepped up closer to me, squeezing my cunt and then he said:

I want to fuck you, too, do you understand? No! No! Get away, get out of here, but he

slapped me in the face.

"I'll show you who to push! You'll fuck a

soldier; me, you want to push away!

I’ll show you, I'll follow you home and tell your mother. I know you."

With a jump I stepped and started to run, but he caught up with me, took me by the shoulder and was about to slap me again, when I saw that it was no use and said, All right, come on. I’ll fuck you. We went back to the bushes and I laid down. He lifted my dress and laid on top of me, saying, All afternoon I have been waiting for some girl to fuck!

How did you happen to see me?

I was lying on the grass when the soldier came to you and then I followed the two of you, he said.

He had a nice pointed prick, and fucked quite well. I soon began to enjoy it, wondering why I had tried to run away from him. As his tool was small and thin, I wondered if we could not get it all the way in, as the soldier had tried so hard to do, so I took it in my hand and began pushing it in. As the soldier had already made quite an opening I was at last very much pleased and delighted at getting it all the way in. The boy must have enjoyed it, as he was working like clockwork.

Although it was quite painful I was a very proud girl, I was being fucked like a grown woman. It took quite a little time for the boy to finish, but at last he was through, at which he jumped up and ran away, and I went homewards again.

Franz has a sweetheart, named Zensi. She was barely fifteen, very pretty; a turned'up nose, cute, saucy eyes, broad mouth—I noticed that her breasts were unusually large, standing far apart, straight

and solid; when she walked, they shook.

One day Zensi suggested that we run away and have all the men we wanted. Do you mean for me to become a whore? I slowly asked.

A whore? Nonsense, Pepi. There is nothing to that—thousands of girls earn a living that way.

That may be true, I said doubtfully, but-------"

There is no but about it, continued Zensi. Do you think that when a girl stays with her own brother that that is more honorable?

The next day I started out with Zensi. It had been agreed, and now I entered upon my new career.

Zensi and I walked to the city, going from one main street down to the other. It was summertime and very warm, and she taught me how to turn back my shirt, so that my bare titties were visible through the waist. She seemed very efficient. She smiled into every man's face that we met. I had not quite mastered this: I was timid and looked at every man in a sad manner. However, this seemed to suffice.

On Lantern Street I noticed a dark, old house.

The first floor was entirely dark.

Zend took me in, entering the yard; she rapped on a door; we were admitted by a homely old woman. We found ourselves in a dark kitchen.

From there we went into a small chamber, also dark.

My friend will also come here, Zensi told the old woman.

Looking me over, the old woman inquired, Are you fourteen years old? "Long ago,18 Zensi

lied for me. She is small for her age.

You understand, said the old woman, for each time that you come, you pay me one gulden, but you must never come before eight o'clock in the evening.

Above all things, look out for the police, and always collect from the men in advance.

. We had now reached the main street and Zensi touched me, saying, "Look!

That fellow is following me, or rather us'."

In front of us was walking a tall, well-dressed man, with black whiskers. He turned around and looked at us. He walked slowly, allowing us to pass him. At the corner Zensi drew me into the side street. Come, she whispered, we will turn in here.

She turned around; the man was standing on the corner. Zensi nodded to him; he came toward us.

Come on, she said, he will not speak to us out in the open here.

Stepping into the hallway of a vacant house we waited. Zensi remarked, This is a good place for you to come when you are in the neighborhood; nobody lives here.

Just then the man came in. Zensi smiled at him, but walking up to me, he said, Well, what is up?

Nothing, I answered.

Zensi asked, "Don’t you want to come with us?

Near here I know a woman where we can get a room."

No, he whispered, "I haven't the time. We might go up these stairs—nobody lives here. Will

you?" he asked me.

I looked at him, astonished; he looked more respectable than I had ever seen in this neighborhood. He carried a fine, silver-handled cane and wore a long, gold watch chain which hung around his neck.

We went upstairs. Zensi remained on the landing, saying: I will watch!

The man felt of my breasts, saying, Unbutton your waist, and putting his hand into my waist, I felt him, with great pleasure, and he was pleased also that it was soft and tender.

Well, now, come on, he said, his breath coming fast. I unbuttoned his pants and took out his cock. It was white and tender, but stood out straight like a wax candle; even the head was shapely and tender. I leaned against the wall, raising my dress, thinking that he would fuck me standing up, but he refused, saying, I don't care to do it here. Just play with it and let me play with you! So I began rubbing it back and forth. He played with my titties. He suddenly remarked, There- that is good!—Now up a little further—faster—wait!

He handed me a handkerchief, which I covered the head with, and then proceeded. His legs began to tremble—I felt his cock move nervously in my hand. Then he went off.

I wiped him, also my hand, which was wet and slimy, and then handed him back his handkerchief. He gave me two gulden, hurried away, without once looking back at me. Zensi and I waited a short time, then we also slipped out of the house. I was happy to have earned two gulden in only two minutes—

and so easy— I had no trouble whatever. I admired this gentleman so much that I would not have asked him for any money.

On the street an old man spoke to me. I was so surprised that I was afraid to answer him. Zensi poked me in the side.

He asked, May I come with you? and I quickly answered Yes. He commanded, Walk in front, I will follow you.

I started for the dark house. Zensi had mysteriously disappeared. The old woman opened the door, ushered us into a dark room and left us alone.

Undress, he said.

While undressing, I could see his face, which was smooth-shaven, his mouth toothless, and he had a few white hairs on his head; his hands trembled; he seemed generally broken down. He sat on the couch. When I was completely undressed, he nodded to me to come to him. I had to stand in front of him while he looked at me, but did not touch me. I thought that he was waiting for me to make the first move. I reached down to unbutton his trousers, but he slapped my fingers and said:

Wait—till I tell you what to do—stand still!

I stood before him expectant; finally he began stroking my titties with the handle of his cane. It was made of ivory and felt cool; then he put it further down; he pried my legs apart.

Now, come here, he said, and stretched himself on the couch.

I started to lie down beside him, but he pushed me away with such haste that it frightened me.

Stay here! he snapped in his thin, squeakish voice, so, standing, I had to unbutton his pants; I took out his cock; it was so