I put the head into my mouth. Leopold played with Melani's titties, so she did not notice what I was doing down below. He 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. I wondered how long it really was. Melani interrupted, saying: “Now let him poke me, Pepi.” I had to let go. Enviously I looked on at her grotto, at her big, white thighs, spread wide apart, at her mound glistening with moisture. Every time that she drew back, a drop of white fluid appeared, hanging to her black hair like so many pearls. “Pepi! Pepi!” she called. “Now watch it go all the way in! If you don't believe it, then watch!” I could not see, but, feeling with my hand, I felt the long lance slowly, completely disappear inside of her. She gave one long yell. Then, catching Leopold tightly and gasping for breath, she said: “Only with Leopold do I have to yell, because with him I have to 'come' all the time!” Leopold poked like a machine. Raising up high, he quickly pushed away in again, Melani raising and lowering her hips with his movements. I crawled up and sat on a pillow. He pressed her titties, taking both nipples in his mouth. He licked and sucked. I raised my dress, anxious to get into the game too, and Melani noticing this called: “Suck her off, too!” Leopold then turned his face and began tickling me with his tongue. I trembled with pleasure as I laid back on the bed. He was an artist! He could make his tongue as stiff as his spear, which he slid in and out in the same time as he slid his sword into Melani's scabbard. I was beside myself with pleasure. We kept this up until finally we all three 'went off' together. Leopold disappeared immediately. Melani 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 for confession. The priest asked me: “So you have had intercourse with men-many men?” “Yes,” I answered. “You let them poke you?” “Yes.” “You took the male organs in your mouth?” “Yes.” “You have played with them in your hands?”
“Yes.” “Have you done anything else?” “Yes.” “What was it?” “I let them stick into me from behind.”
“Backwards?” “Yes.” “Not in the back?” “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 grotto.” “That you need not confess; that is not 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. “Leopold.” “Who is he?”
“The cashier at Melani'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 Melani's titties and did many other things.” “And with your titties then you committed that blood sin?” I did not know what he meant, so I answered “yes,” fearing otherwise 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 for my sins. I answered in the affirmative. Then he solemnly said: “Go now, and sin no more. Your sins are forgiven. But should you sin again, come to me, and I will cleanse your soul. But, should you ever breathe a word of this, your 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.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
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. Since his desk was between us and the other children, they could not see what was going on behind it. He now would take my hand, and, quite accidentally so I thought-place it at the opening of his pants saying: “I am sure that you have studied your lessons well.” At the same time, looking at me, he pressed my hand against him so hard that I could feel the stiff shaft standing erect in his pants. One day, he released my hand, as usual; but, when I did not withdraw it, he again looked at me. I now was getting excited and felt quite proud that he had chosen me. As my passions arose, I courageously closed my hand, firmly clasping his appendage. 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 device popped out. It was bent and very thick and burning hot. As we looked at each other, I slowly began to rub him up and down. My movements were slow and gentle, so as not to draw the attention of the other children. He became pale, and with one quick move, which nobody noticed, he put his hand under my dress. I now spread my feet apart and stepped nearer to him, pushing out my hips so as to give him better access. He easily found my twig, which he 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 Ferndinger. She stepped on the platform. I watched from my seat as she stood between his knees. I saw that she immediately began to play with him, as I had done; I also saw him slip his hand under her dress.
She got very red in the face as he fingered her slit. But, evidently, she failed to satisfy him. Soon after he again called me, saying; “Bring your writing material with you. You can write up here.”
Standing at his desk, I leaned forward, 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 sheathe his sword. I turned as much as I could in trying to help him.
When he got the head in, he gently pulled 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 now leaned over, as though looking at my writing closer. He placed his open hand upon the surface of the desk. I realized what he meant, and, bending closer, I placed my tittie in his hand. He began to press and fondle it and play with the nipple, which now stood out quite hard. I could barely believe the situation-being poked in the presence of all the children 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.” It hurt because his shaft was so thick. He had forced more than half of it inside me.
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, his engine slipped out of its own accord. The little lesson was over. As we left the school, Miss Ferndinger and Miss Melani ran up to me. The latter said; “Today the teacher poked you, didn't he?” I said: “No.” “That means that he did,” Miss Ferndinger laughed. Melani said: “We know all about it.” “He never pokes me,” Miss Ferndinger said: “And he only jerks me off.” She was a skinny, homely girl with two small breasts which stood out straight and a broad bottom. “He had been poking me since last year,” Melani went on. “Undoubtedly now it is my turn.” One time later, he kept me after school. As soon as the girls had left the room he called me to the platform and, without any remarks, put his tool into my hand. I immediately proceeded to satisfy him. Being alone, we had nothing to fear. After I had played with him for awhile and after he had put his fingers into my opening several times, he sat me on his lap, astride him as though I were riding a horse. He then hugged me close to him, playing with my titties while tenderly kissing me on the mouth. I was quite touched with this show of tenderness, and since 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 charming 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, with an angel face, rosy cheeks and log, blonde curls. She was unusually stout and her little titties were quite noticeable. This teacher taught her how to jerk him off, and even went so far as to squirt into her bare little grotto. The child undoubtedly told her mother of the fiendish 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. The police investigation led to the discovery of other victims of his nefarious deeds and 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 mother and fathers. We were not blamed as they discussed their troubles. My father was ignorant of the whole affair until now. He just asked me if it all were true. I did not answer for I was ashamed. A great many of our teacher's “goings-on” were now discovered. A number of small children, some from the first grade and hardly able to talk plain, told how the teacher had put his “peter” into their little mouths and then Tee-Peed!” The astonishment and rage was enormous. Melani 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 other man present, whom we later learned was a doctor. The judge was a nice looking man and young too, and he could hardly keep from laughing. 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?”