black and lustrous curls, the abundance and length of which were a great surprise to me, compared above all to the light chestnut moss which commenced to cover the same part in myself.
'How I love it,' said Alfred. 'How beautiful and fresh it is! Open yourself a little, my angel, that I may kiss those adorable lips!'
Bertha did as he demanded; her thighs, in opening, made me see a rosy slit, upon which her lover glued his lips. Bertha seemed in ecstasy! Shutting her eyes, and speaking broken words; making a forward movement in response to this curious caress, which transported her so.
'Ah, you kill me… encore!.. go on! It's coming… I … I… I'm coming!.. Ah, ah!'
What was she doing? Good God! I had never supposed that any pleasure pertained to that part. Yet, however, I began to feel myself in the same spot some particular titillations, which made my understand it.
Alfred got up, supporting Bertha, who appeared to have lost all strength; but she soon recovered herself, and embraced him with ardour.
'Come, now, let me put him in,' she said. 'But how are we going to do it?'
'Turn yourself, my dear, and incline over this unworthy seat; let me do it.'
Then, to my great surprise, Bertha, by rapid and excited movements, herself undid the trousers of Alfred, and lifting his shirt above his navel she exposed to my view such an extraordinary object, that I was almost surprised into a scream. What could be this unknown member, the head of which was so rosy and exalted, its length and thickness giving me a vertigo?
Bertha evidently did not share my fears, for she took this frightful instrument in her hand, caressed it a moment, and said — 'Let us begin, Monsieur Mimi, come into your little companion, and be sure not to go away too soon.'
She lifted up her clothes behind and exposed to the light of day two globes of dazzling whiteness, separated by a crack of which I could only see a slight trace; she then inclined herself, and, placing her hands on the wooden seat, presented her adorable bottom to her lover.
Alfred just behind her took his enormous instrument in hand, and wetting it with a little saliva commenced to intro120 duce it between the two lips which I had perceived. Bertha did not flinch, and opened as much as possible the part which she presented, which seemed to open itself, and at length absorbed this long and thick machine, which appeared monstrous to me; however, it penetrated so well that it disappeared entirely, and the belly of its happy possessor came to be glued to the buttocks of my aunt.
There was then a conjunction of combined movements, followed by broken words — 'Ah!.. I feel him… He is getting into me,' said Bertha. 'Push it all well into me… softly… let me come first. Ah!.. I feel it… I'm coming!
Quicker! I come… stop… there you are! I die… I…
I… Ah!'
As to Alfred, his eyes half closed, his hands holding the hips of my aunt, he seemed inexpressibly happy.
'Hold,' said he, 'my angel, my all, ah! How fine it is!
Push well! Do come!.. there; it's coming, is it not! Go on… go on… I feel you're coming… push well, my darling!'
Both stopped a moment; my aunt appeared exhausted, but did not change her position; at length she lightly turned her head to give her lover a kiss, saying — 'Now, both together! You let me know when you are ready.'
The scene recommenced. At the end of some instants, Alfred, in turn, cried out — 'Ah!.. I feel it coming… are you ready, my love? Yes… yes… there I am… push, again… go on… I spend… I am yours. I… I… Ah!
What a pleasure… I… sp-… I spend!'
A long silence followed; Alfred seemed to have lost his strength, and ready to fall over Bertha, who was obliged to put her arms straight to bear him. Alfred recovered himself, and I again saw that marvellous instrument coming out of the crack, where he had been so well treated. But how changed he was. His size diminished to half, red and damp, and I saw something like a white and viscous pearl come from it and drop to the floor.
Alfred began to put his clothes in order; during which my aunt, who had got up, put her arms round the neck of her lover, and covered him with kisses.
What had I been doing during this time? My imagination, excited to the highest degree, made me repeat one part of the pleasures which transported my actors.
At the critical moment I lifted petticoat and chemise, and my inexperienced hand contented itself by exploring that tender part. I thus assured myself that I was made the same as Bertha, but I knew not yet what use or consolation that hand could give. This very morning was to enlighten me.
After plenty of kissing, Bertha said to Monsieur B.'Listen, my dear, I have been thinking. You know that my apartment is quite isolated; without my fernme de chambre, who sleeps in the ante-room, no one could know of our rendezvous, and we could pass some adorable nights together.
'Under a pretext of wanting something for my toilette, I will send Julie to Paris to-morrow afternoon, and after the evening we can join each other. Be on the look out, you can give me a sign during the day of the hour when you can slip away to me. I beg you to take the most minute precautions.'
It was then decided that Monsieur B. should go first. He was to take a walk out of the park, and during the time my aunt would regain her room by the private staircase. Monsieur B. went out, and I remained hidden in my brambles till he was sufficiently far off not to have any fear of being perceived by him. Observing that my aunt had not yet come out, I stopped and looked again. There was in the pavilion a chamber pot and wash basin; I saw Bertha fill the latter, lift up her petticoats, and stoop over it. She was placed right in front of me, and nothing could escape my view.
As she did this her slit opened, it seemed to me a much more lively carnation, the interior and the edges, even up to the fleecy mound which surrounded it, seemed inundated with the same liquour which I had seen come from Monsieur B.
Bertha commenced an ample ablution, and I was going away from my place as softly as possible when I remained fixed, glued to the spot. The hand of my aunt, refreshed with care all the parts which had been so well worked. All at once I saw her stop still, then a finger fixed upon a little eminence which showed itself prominently; this finger rubbed lightly at first, then with a kind of fury. At length Bertha gave the same symptoms of pleasure which I had often seen before.
I had seen enough of it! I understood it all! I retired and made haste to take a long tortuous path, which brought me to the chateau. My head was on fire, my bosom palpitated, and my steps tottered, but I was determined at once to play by myself the last act I had seen, and which required no partner.
I arrived in my room in a state of madness, threw my hat on the floor, shut and double locked the door, and put myself on the bed. I turned up my clothes to the waist, and, recollecting to the minutest details what Bertha had done with her hand, I placed mine between my legs. Some essays were at first fruitless, but I found at length the point I searched for.
The rest was easy; I had too well observed to deceive myself.
A delicious sensation seized me; I continued with fury, and soon fell into such an ecstasy that I lost consciousness.
When I came to myself I was in the same position, my hand all moistened by an unknown dew.
I sat up quite confused, and it was a long time before I entirely came to myself. It was nearly the hour of dejeuner, so I made haste to dress and went down.
My aunt was already in the salon with my grandmother. I looked at her on entering; she was beautiful and fresh, her colour in repose, her eyes brilliant, so that one would have sworn she had just risen from an excellent morning's sleep, her toilette, in exquisite and simple taste, set off her charming figure. As to me I cast down my eyes and felt myself blush.
My grandmother noticed my agitation and told me so. I replied that I had overslept myself, and contrary to habit had not taken my morning walk.
My aunt embraced me, and talking of one thing and another I recovered myself completely.
Monsieur B. came soon, and telling us of an excursion to a neighbouring village, we sat down to table.
I took care, without being seen, to notice everything which passed between Monsieur B. and my aunt. I must acknowledge I was disappointed and greatly surprised. Not a look to show there was anything whatever between them.
About the middle of the repast my aunt carelessly remarked to my grandmother — 'Dear, good mother, I was so forgetful on leaving Paris that I have forgotten several indispensible necessaries. Have I your permission to
