'But dearest, how can anybody see us at this hour?'
'I don't know, but I am afraid. Stay-do you see I could have no pleasure; we will seek a means to come together, I pray you.'
'How can you talk to me of patience in the state I am in? Give me your little hand, judge for yourself.'
The Count took my aunt's hand and put it squarely between his legs so that it was impossible for me to explain to myself the motive. My astonishment became much greater when I saw her hand quickly disappear in a gap that she had quickly unbuttoned.
What she found there I was unable to judge, I saw nothing, but I heard her say with the tenderest inflection: 'Dear Mimi, I see that you have a great desire! And how beautiful you are, I also wish for it greatly, if we only had some shelter I could so quickly put you to right!'
And her little hand moved itself sweetly up and down, while M. de Vycabre stood motionless and enrapt, his legs slightly apart and seemed to enjoy a lively pleasure. After a moment's silence, my aunt exclaimed: 'Ah!'-then suddenly-'what an idea! Come, I recollect there is a convenient pavilion near by, you understand me-it is a singular place in which to screen our love, but no one will see us and I can be entirely yours-come!'
The pavilion of which my aunt spoke had been constructed with a foresight of the feebleness of poor humanity and was in the shape of a cottage of two rooms, it was in good order, so that in case of being surprised by a heavy shower, one might take refuge there.
Protected as I was by the high shrubbery, I could approach the place without fear of being seen. I managed this with infinite precautions and arrived behind the pavilion just as Helene and M. de Vycabre entered.
The Count after casting a glance around the grounds to see if they had been watched, shut the door and pushed the bolt on the inside which protected the entrance of this convenient hidey-hole. I looked about for a commodious observatory and it was speedily found.
The boards and tree trunk, badly joined, presented me with a sufficient opening to see plainly. I placed my eyes to it and held my breath, being witness to that which I shall now describe.
Helene hanging on the neck of M. de Vycabre, devoured him with kisses.
'Come, my dear,' she said, 'it was with a very bad grace that I refused you, but fear prevented me. Here at least I feel reassured. And this good Mimi, what a feast I am going to give him! Stay, thinking about it is nothing, how shall we fix ourselves?'
The pavilion was furnished very primitively, in the first apartment was a wooden seat with a large tree trunk and its branches for a back.
'Rest quietly, we will find a suitable position, but first let me look at Biby-it is so long since I examined her that I am convulsed with desire.'
I delivered myself up to strange reflections on hearing this dialogue and on seeing their actions. What were they going to do? I was not long in finding out.
M. de Vycabre going on one knee, lifted up Helene's petticoats and chemise and seemed to fall into ecstasy.
Under a delicate cambric chemise were revealed two legs worthy of Venus and perfectly moulded, clad in silk stockings, fastened above the knee with flame-coloured garters.
Then above these garters, two adorable thighs, white round and firm which joined one another at their summit, under a fleece of black and lustrous hair, the abundance of which astonished me; for whilst watching I thought of the slight nut brown moss which was beginning to show on me and cover the same parts of my body.
'How I love it,' said the Count, 'how beautiful and fresh it is, my pretty Biby-dearest, open your tiny legs a little so that I may kiss it!'
Helene did as she was asked, her thighs unclosed themselves and allowed me to see the little rosy cleft to which her lover glued his lips.
Helene seemed to be transported, she closed her eyes, incoherent words escaped from her throat, whilst she lent herself to this strange caress by a slight movement.
'Ah, I am dying!' she cried after a moment, 'ah!'
'What is it then, Bon Dieu?' I asked myself, the thought of a caress on this part of the body never having come to me before. I could not see how any one could get pleasure by it, yet I began to feel in the same part ticklings that were of an enlightening nature.
M. de Vycabre raised himself and supported my aunt, whose enervation seemed to be so excessive. This state of prostration did not last long. Helene soon recovered her senses and, entwining her arms around his neck, she kissed him ardently.
'Come my adored one,' she said, 'but how?'
'Turn around, dearest, and lean on this clumsy bit of furniture.'
To my great stupefaction Helene stood up and with rapid and feverish movements undid the Count's trousers and tucked his shirt up under his waistcoat. Then I saw an object so extraordinary to me that I was on the point of crying out.
What could this unknown member be, the rosy head and length and thickness of which seemed so monstrous to me?
Helene did not seem to share my fears, for she took it in her hand, the unknown which had caused my fright- caressed it for a few minutes and said: 'Come, Monsieur Mimi, come to your little friend, and above all, don't come too quickly!'
On saying which my aunt drew up her dress from behind and displayed to the Counts and to me, two little rondures of a dazzling whiteness divided by a line of which I saw but a faint trace.
Then, bending down and placing her hands on the rustic wooden bench, she presented her lover with an elegant croup.
Rene, standing behind her, took in his hand this I-knew-not-what which had so astonished me and commenced to introduce it between the lips which I perceived.
Helene did not stir, she opened as wide as possible the part which jutted out so. Little by little, I saw this dilate and as speedily absorb the monstrosity. The operation was so complete that the stomach of M. de Vycabre was glued against my aunt's buttocks.
Then there took place between them a come and go of combined movements, incoherent talk and broken words.
'Ah, how I love you! You are penetrating me,' said Helene, 'ah, my love, go softly-leave me alone for a moment, ah-ha-more quickly, now-now-I'm dying-ah, ah!'
I looked at Rene, his eyes were half closed, his hands resting on my aunt's hips, he seemed to be in a state of inexpressible beatitude.
'Stay, my angel,-my all!' he said, 'ah, how good it is to be happy, you are happy-is it not so? I feel you are with me-enjoy well my dearest!'
Both rested for a few minutes. My aunt as though swooning, did not change her position, at last she turned her head slightly and giving her lover a kiss, said to him: 'Now together, you will let me know when you are ready.'
Their motion recommenced. At the end of a few moments, the Count in his turn exclaimed: 'Ah, dearest are you…-I can wait no longer!'
'Yes-yes-go-I follow you! I…'
Her voice trailed off into silence while M. de Vycabre seemed almost to give way in his turn and fall on my aunt, who had to rest firmly on her wrists in order to resist his weight.
Then he drew back a little and I saw his astonishing instrument again as it withdrew from the retreat in which it had been so well cased and feasted. But how changed it seemed to me-half as large and reddened. In fact it was no longer the same at all.
The Count put his clothes straight, whilst my aunt raised herself and, throwing her arms round her companion's neck, kissed him tenderly. A calm took possession of them, but not of me. The warm breezes of the fir tree forest blew against me in vain and the morning songs of the birds did not distract me in the least.
My brain whirled-my imagination heated to the utmost degree, caused me to feel a portion of the pleasures of which I had been a witness. I drew up my petticoats, my chemise, and with an inexperienced hand I commenced to explore this tender part, thus assuring myself that I was made like Helene, but without knowing yet what relief this hand of mine could procure me.
I was soon to find out.
