Divesting herself of her wrapper, she undid the fine cambric chemise that still concealed her form and stepped up to the mirror. She admired herself for a second, before letting the chemise drop with a gracious movement of her shoulders till it rested on her haunches and slipped to the floor. Then Helene, the pretty Helene, appeared completely naked to my dazzled eyes.
One couldn't dream of anything more beautiful,-her breasts were firm and high, round and luscious, tipped by two nipples of a vivid rose while the dimpled curve of her hips and buttocks was mouth-watering even to an admirer of her own sex.
The base of her stomach, white and polished as ivory, displayed her conspicuously luxurious ebony fleece, of which the length and density made a rare sight. The contrast between this black triangle and her lush white flesh gave Helene a particular stamp of lascivious strangeness.
The charming woman again drew on her chemise and replaced her dressing gown, tying the girdle negligently, then going to the door of her room left it slightly ajar.
A moment afterward, with a thousand precautions, M. de Vycabre entered and carefully locked the door behind him.
The Count, his bare feet in slippers, was attired in a summer morning gown, beneath which I could see he wore only his shirt.
Helene made him sit down on a sofa and perched herself on his knee and their mouths met in a long kiss, while they spoke of their marriage.
An obstacle, not yet surmounted, delayed the event but, according to the Count, matters would be speedily concluded.
'Dear angel,' he said, 'you will never sufficiently know how grateful I am to you for having had confidence in me and not making me wait for my possession of you. I adore you, my dear Helene and I shall always do so, always-do you hear?'
While he was saying this, the Count was opening the neck of my aunt's wrapper and began kissing her breasts with frenzy.
My aunt, her head thrown back, quivered under his caress and, a voluptuous shudder agitated her.
Rene, profiting by this movement, opened her wrapper still further but this time at the bottom and, raising her chemise, he played for a moment with her beautiful black fleece, which he seemed to delight in. It was the imitation of this activity had given me so much pleasure the day before.
Helene on her side, brought to light the beautiful member on which my eyes became fixed-it appeared to me to be even larger and longer than the last time. My aunt stretched apart her thighs, opening by this movement her little cleft, which did not seem to be longer than my little finger.
'How,' said I to myself, 'could it be possible for an instrument of these dimensions to penetrate entirely into so small a space?'
I came to the conclusion that the first time I had observed my aunt, she had doubtless not taken the huge machine actually inside her but placed it between her thighs; and that it was her rubbing it there that had made him so happy. My error was to be of short duration.
During my reflections the two lovers had continued giving each other the sweet caresses I have mentioned.
'Ah,' said Helene, 'my dear little husband, go on-ah, I am happy. How beautiful Mimi is-how I am going to enjoy it-it is coming-eh – oh-do it a little more, I am dying.'
A little moment of silence-Helene lay prostrate her body thrown backwards, her head hidden in her lover's shoulders, her thighs apart, she lay as though in a swoon, and M. de Vycabre contemplated her with delight.
'Come now,' said Helene, recovering and suddenly raising herself 'come and put it into me-I want to feel it entirely-come I am on fire-I burn; come Monsieur Mimi, come and sprinkle me with your good liquor.'
Helene untied her wrapper, threw it on the floor, as she did her chemise, then stretched herself on the bed; Rene did the same with his morning gown and, before placing himself on Helene, he raised his shirt clear up to his armpits. He was truly beautiful and his naked body brought to my mind both Hercules and Apollo. His nude torso straightened itself in all its splendour. His fiery instrument stood out boldly from a thick underwood which set if off. He then got upon the bed.
Helene had remained in the same position, with her legs a little apart and bent upwards. Rene was now able to look her all over. I waited to see her raise herself and turn her behind to her lover like the first time, for I believed that it could not be done otherwise. But to my great astonishment this proved not to be the case.
M. de Vycabre knelt over her. Helene raised her legs and placed them across his loins in such a manner that nothing could escape my view. So I distinctly saw Helene's hand seize his instrument and direct its head to the centre of her little gap, which seemed to partly open to receive it.
M. de Vycabre gave a vigorous thrust of the loins, Helene responded with a similar one, and at least half of his machine penetrated into that hungry little mouth, which stretched itself to swallow accommodate its prize. Several successive movement finished the introduction and I saw their two fleeces mingle greedily.
This time I knew what to believe. There was now nothing more than a union of movements, sighs, inarticulate words, quiverings as if they had become lunatics.
'Give it all to me,' said Helene. 'Ah, how good it is, move softly- we will enjoy a long time.'
'Dearest, move and raise your thighs a little more so that I can enter better, now do you feel it? Ah, what delight! I am dying!'
'Are you ready, my Rene-as for me-I-I-hurry yourself!'
'I am-there it is coming-it is rising-now-I come, I am doing it!
Oh, ah! I am coming!'
Both remained motionless for a moment, then Rene raised himself and I saw his dear instrument come out like the first time, red and tearstained.
Helene remained a long time without giving a sign of life then, raising herself, she covered Rene with kisses and passed for an instant into her dressing room.
I believed everything to be finished and thought of retiring, but a secret presentment made me remain.
Helene returned and lay down again, put her arms round her lover and a sweet conversation took place between them.
'My friend, how happy I have been! How much better it is when one is quite relaxed. How well you know how to give pleasure.'
'Dearest, there doesn't exist in the whole world a more perfect woman than yourself, and I want to eat you all up!' And, again lifting up Helene's chemise, Rene covered her lovely body with kisses. Arriving at the very centre of pleasure, he half opened it, bit it sweetly and kissed it passionately.
'Stop, my friend,' said Helene,' 'stop, you will fatigue yourself!'
'No, dearest, look-see, it again asks permission to come to its little companion.'
'Let us see, Monsieur Mimi-what! already returned to this fine state?
You are very beautiful and I love you. Come, I am weak, I spoil you, come and imprison yourself once more there, there, place yourself like that and don't budge!'
'What are you going to do?'
'You know, my friend, that I love a change! Stay on your back and I will be the one who is to do it.'
While saying this, my aunt straddled Rene, and taking M. Mimi in her hand, she buried it in her up to the hilt; then, regulating her movements, she squatted down on his body and remained there impaled by his enormous pivot. She incited Rene, brought kisses to him, showed him her adorable titties, while all the while making faces at him.
'I am playing your part,' she said, 'you are my little wife-see how well I do it.'
It was soon easy to see that the critical moment had arrived; the young woman lay over her lover, who received her in his arms, and pressed her onto him by holding her white buttocks with both hands.
The pleasure seized them again both together, then Helene disengaged herself softly and again lay by her lover's side.
It was late and I was overwhelmed with emotion and fatigue. The position I occupied was not comfortable but I did not wish to depart before discovering whether the amorous couple would make another rendezvous.
My patience was rewarded as I heard them fix the same hour for the next night.
I then regained my room and went to bed exhausted. Sleep came promptly to me, and I woke at seven o'clock
