The Boudoir No. 4

PART I

— Continued from page

Everything was in the same state as I have described, but a ladder was necessary, and I knew that there was one to be found in a passage near a linen cupboard. The pair of steps was very heavy, but the burning fire of curiosity that animated my movements doubled my strength. I dragged it into the alcove, found the hole and the canvas that was stretched in front of it, and with a pair of scissors I cut a small piece out of the picture. To my satisfaction, I found I could thus have a good view of the entire room, and above all — of the bed.

I came downstairs quickly, shut the door, took the key, and returned to the garden. Everything had been executed so quickly that no one had noticed the strange fact of my absence. The whole of the day and the evening seemed to me to be mortally long.

At last, about half-past ten, my grandmother retired to rest, and we all followed suit. Monsieur B. wished us good night, and went off to his room; my aunt remained with me for an instant and saw me safely into my bed chamber. I kissed her and said "good evening."

I undressed without delay, and dismissed the maid. Then I drew on my stockings again, put on a pair of velvet slippers and a dressing-gown of dark colour, and waited.

At about a quarter after eleven, I slid like a shadow into the corridor; reached the little door without interruption, opened it, and locked myself in, noiselessly and without difficulty, and then I mounted my ladder, settled myself down as comfortably as possible, and looked through my peep hole.

My success was complete, as I could see distinctly. The clean white bed seemed like an altar decked out for a sacrifice; a lamp placed on the night-table inundated the brilliant linen with an intense flood of light. Bertha was in the adjoining room, where I heard her performing her ablutions. They took some time, and were apparently of varied kinds, if I judge by the sound of a certain instrument that made a noise as if of clockwork being wound up.

She came back into the room at last, with nothing on but her dressing-gown, and going to the bed turned it down, arranged the pillows, and placed the lamp so as to throw a still greater light upon it. Then she took a delicate cambric chemise, trimmed with lace, and advancing towards the fulllength mirror of the wardrobe, looked in the glass for a minute or two, and by a graceful movement of her shoulders let slip the chemise she had on, which arrested in its downward course for a second by the swelling of her hips, soon fell twisted at her feet. She had already put off her gown, and now appeared completely naked before my startled eyes.

No one could dream of anything finer! Her breasts, firm and high, stuck out boldly, and were surmounted by two strawberry nipples of a bright rose-pink; the fall of her back and her backside were both admirable.

At the bottom of her white and polished belly, her luxurious ebony fleece, the length and thickness of which constituted a true rarity, could be plainly seen. The contrast of this enormous black spot upon a body so white gave to Bertha a peculiar appearance of strange voluptuousness.

She drew her lace shift over her head, put on her dressinggown again, loosely tying her girdle, and then walked into her parlour, holding the door ajar. A moment afterwards, I heard cautious footsteps, the door was shut to and double locked, and Bertha and Monsieur B. appeared in the bedroom.

He had slippers on his naked feet, and was dressed in a summer smoking jacket, under which was only his shirt. Bertha made him sit upon a sofa, and she took her place on his left knee. Their mouths met in a lingering kiss, and then they spoke of their marriage, retarded by some obstacle that Monsieur B. could soon overcome.

"My dear angel," said he, "how I thank you for having had sufficient confidence in me, so as not to have made me languish and wait for your precious favours! You lavish them on your true spouse, who will reward you by his everlasting love."

As he spoke he opened the top of Bertha's dressing-gown, and alternately kissed the two pure globes, while my aunt, reclining backwards, shuddered beneath the caresses that seemingly caused her to shiver voluptuously in every vein.

Alfred, profiting by this movement, once more opened the gown, but this time at the bottom, and lifting up her chemise toyed a moment with the lovely black hairs, of which he appeared doatingly fond. Then, slightly opening the nook they were hiding, I noticed his finger slip upwards a little, and renew the playful friction that I had seen my aunt practice herself, and the imitation of which had procured for me such great enjoyment.

As for Bertha, she had seized upon and displayed the splendid member, and I could not take my eyes off it. It appeared to me to be longer and bigger than the first time I had seen it. It was fully eight or nine inches long, and as big round as my wrist.

My aunt opened her thighs, and therefore stretched her slit, which did not appear longer than my little finger. How is it possible, said I to myself, that an instrument of that size can penetrate entirely into such a little place? I concluded that my aunt, by the position she was in the first time, had doubtless received that great machine not in her body, but between her thighs, and that it must have been its rubbing against her that had rendered her so happy. My error was soon rectified, as during my reflections the two lovers had continued their sweet clicketing in silence.

"Ah!" said Bertha; "my husband!.. my darling!.. go on… Ah! I am so happy!.. How lovely Mimi is! Oh, how I shall spend!.. It's coming now!.. Do it a little longer! … Ah! I die!"

A long and silent pause, while Bertha seemed quite overcome; her form thrown back, her head hidden on her sweetheart's shoulder, her glorious thighs still wide apart. Monsieur B. gazed at her intently, ravished at the sight.

"Come, now, come," cried Bertha, rising; "come and put it into me. I must have it all. I want it all! Come, I am on fire.

I burn, Mimi, so quick, flood me with your bounteous liquour."

Bertha threw off her dressing-gown, and stretched herself upon the bed. Alfred did the same, but, before putting himself near Bertha, he lifted his shirt and rolled it under his armpits. How beautiful he was, built like Hercules and Apollo; his proud instrument stood up stiffly growing out of a thick bush that showed it off splendidly, as he got upon the bed.

Bertha was lying on her back, her legs parted and lifted a little. Alfred got between, on his knees, and lifted his darling's chemise right up to her neck, thus exposing her naked form to my gaze. I expected to see her get up and turn her backside to her lover as before, as I thought that was the only way it could be done, but to my great astonishment I found it was not so. Monsieur B. stretched himself upon her; Bertha lifted her legs and crossed them on his back, in such a manner that nothing escaped me. I could distinctly see Bertha's hand capture the instrument, and direct its head to the centre of the little slit that opened to receive it. Monsieur B. gave a vigorous stroke of the loins, to which Bertha answered, and at least half of the machine penetrated into the little hole, which dilated and began to engulph it, A few more movements completed the insertion, and I saw their two growths of hair mingled together. At last I knew all about it.

Now there was nothing but movements, sighs, inarticulate words, and maddening shivers.

"Let me have it all… Ah! how fine it is… Go gently, … Let us spend slowly… Hold me tight."

"My sweet darling!.. Lift up your thighs, so that it can get right in… There!.. Do you feel it? Ah! how delightful!"

"I die!.. Are you ready?… My Alfred; I'm going to spend… I… I… make haste!"

"I'm ready… It's coming… There, it comes… Spend now… I'm spending… Ah!.. I've come!"

Both remained quite quiet for a moment, then Alfred rose and I saw the dear affair as before, coming out little, red, and dropping a tear.

Bertha remained a little longer without giving signs of life, but she got up at last, and after smothering Alfred with kisses went for an instant into her dressing-room.

I thought it was all over, and began to arrange my retreat, but a secret presentiment made me stop.

Bertha went to bed again, embraced her lover in her arms, and they engaged in sweet conversation.

"I have been so happy, dear! It is so much better when we are quite at our ease, and you do it so well."

"My darling, there is not a more perfect woman than you in the whole world! I want to eat you up bodily!"

And, once more pushing up Bertha's chemise, Alfred covered with kisses the whole of the beautiful body that trembled beneath his caresses, and when he arrived at the centre of bliss, he opened it, bit it gently, and kissed it passionately.

"Stop, dear," said Bertha, "stop! You will fatigue yourself.

Rest, rest!"

"No, darling, look! See he once more asks permission to go into his little companion. You won't refuse him?"

"Let me see, M. Mimi! So you've come back to your splendid state? Yes, you are handsome? Well, well; I'll put you in prison once more. There, place yourself like that, and don't move!"

"What are you going to do?"

"You know, dear, how I like a change. Remain on your back, and I'll do it to you!"

So saying, my aunt straddled over Alfred, and taking Mimi in her hand, plunged it into her, up to the hilt, then gently moving she pushed on, stooping a little, and remained thus spitted by the enormous spindle. She teased Alfred, blew him kisses and showed him her adorable titties, smiling and pouting at him all the time.

"Tis I who have you now," she said; "you are my little wife. See how well I do it!"

After a few instants of this dalliance, it was easy to see that the supreme moment was reached. She fell upon her lover, who received her in his arms, and pressed her to him, as he took hold of the white cheeks of her bottom one in each hand. Pleasure seized them together, then Bertha left his embrace and again lazily stretched herself at her lover's side.

It was late. I was crushed with fatigue, emotion, and the cramped position I occupied, yet I would not go before I knew if the amorous couple meant to arrange another appointment. I had the satisfaction to hear them fix a rendezvous for the next evening at the same hour.

I regained my room and went to bed tired out, but I slept soundly. I woke about seven o'clock perfectly refreshed. I conned over carefully in my mind all I had seen and heard the day before; my imagination became inflamed, my bosom panted, an active fire coursed through my veins. Mechanically, I took up a position on my back, as I had seen my aunt do; then I drew up my chemise, as Monsieur B. had done to her.

I alternatively touched each breast, and the nipples swelled up, then feeling my body I reached the delicate spot, and rummaged there with great curiosity. It seemed to me that a slight change had taken place. The lips of the little nook were plumper; I sought the place that in my aunt's case had greedily swallowed up the monstrous machine, but I only found a little hole that my finger could not penetrate without pain. I pushed up my finger a little, when an indescribable sensation invaded my entire being. I rubbed softly first, then quicker, afterwards slower, and again with more activity as I repeated my aunt's words — "I spend… Ah! I'm coming… I come…

Ah!"

At length a nervous spasm overtook me. I felt transported with immense pleasure that I could fully appreciate, as I did not faint away this time. When I had gathered my scattered senses, I drew away my wet hand, and rising dressed myself and went downstairs, fresh and happy at having enjoyed such a sweet morning's diversion.

I shall not speak of the events of the day, which was an uninteresting one, as I am in haste to come to the scene of the evening. I took the same precautions, and had safely reached my observatory when Bertha and her lover met once more.

The preliminaries were much about the same, but instead of going to bed afterwards, Bertha said: "I have a whim, dear.

Let us do it like the other morning in the closet. We are more comfortable here, and it will be nicer still!"

With these words she divested herself of her gown, pulled up her shift behind, and placing a big cushion in front of the mirror of the wardrobe, she knelt upon it, her head and arms much lower than her buttocks, which, thrown out and developed by this ravishing position, presented the path of pleasure well in view and largely open.

Alfred, far from idle, had made his preparations. He had taken off his jacket and placed the lamp on the floor, so as to light up perfectly the delicious picture that the looking glass reflected in every detail. Then he placed himself behind her, and began to get into her.

"Oh, you can see too much of me!" said my aunt.

"How can I see too much of such beauties? Look in the glass!"

"Oh, no; it's too bad!.. Ah!.. It's going into me! Stop a little… What a fine fellow you are!"

"My adored one, how lovely you are! What admirable hips!

What an adorable — ARSE!"

"Oh! Alfred! What is that naughty word?"

"Don't be frightened, darling; lovers can say anything.

Those words, out of place in colder moments, add fresh relish to the sweet mystery of love? You will soon say them too, and understand their charm."

While he spoke he continued his movements. Bertha, in silent enjoyment, said naught, but devoured with eager eyes the scene in the glass. I was stupefied to hear her say to him a minute later: "Do you love it so very much?"

"What?"

"Why… my…"

"Your what?"

"Well… my… arse!"

"Ah, Bertha, how sweet you are to me. Oh, yes; I love it.

Your beautiful arse. I adore it!"

"Feel it then. It's yours — yours alone. My arse — arse — arse.

Oh,… my… arse, my arse!"

As she concluded her broken utterances, she let herself go till she reached complete enjoyment. Alfred, who was rapidly arriving at the height of sovereign pleasure, reached the desired goal with her, and fell upon her completely overcome.

Their interview went no further than that delicious encounter; they could not fix a fresh meeting as they feared the return of the maid, but they arranged certain signals, and, if the worst should come to the worst, they made up their minds to fall back upon the "pavilion" in the park. I went to my room. Julie returned the next day, so that the nocturnal assignations were put a stop to, but I sought to discover the signs that were to have been exchanged between the lovers, and much to my disappointment discovered nothing.

Four days went by in like manner. I was vexed, and had once again renewed my morning walks, directing my steps always to the closet in the grounds.

In the afternoon of the fourth day, I had gone into the pavilion to do an occasion, when I was surprised to find there a garden chair, that had evidently been brought from the lawn. I concluded therefore, and rightly too, that something would take place the next day, and I was at my post long before the arrival of the actors in the drama of love.

They approached with caution, one after the other, and shut themselves in. Bertha sat upon the chair, saying: "Indeed you did well to think of this piece of furniture, my attitude of the other day was very disagreeable. But what are you doing on your knees?"

"You know I must say 'how d'ye do' to my little companion."

"Very well then; give him a kiss quickly, and let us do it. It is late. You shall sit on the chair, and I'll ride upon you!"

Effectively, Monsieur B. undid his trousers, and sat upon the chair. Bertha pulled up all her petticoats and got on top of her lover. She then seized his vigorous implement, and commenced the introduction, by pushing down her bottom as it slowly entered. I was so placed that I could enjoy the sight from behind, and consequently could not miss the slightest detail. The enormous tool soon disappeared completely. Bertha lifted up her legs, placed her heels on the bars of the chair, and began to rise and fall in turn.

The accustomed sighs and words rose to their lips; their souls melted in mutual enjoyment. I had intended, this time, not to rest content with the part of simple spectator. I had arranged in consequence and chose the most comfortable possible position under the circumstances.

I began to do it to myself at the precise moment that Bertha introduced M. Mimi, and then, regulating my movements with theirs, operating slowly or quickly, I spent at the same moment as they did, and my sighs of pleasure mingled with those of the happy couple.

When all was over, Bertha quitted her post, and during her movement I saw M. Mimi's head drop out of its retreat, and a large quantity of that liquid, the cause of which I as yet ignored, trickled along her thighs and fell to the ground. The lovers readjusted their dress.

Monsieur B. communicated to Bertha two letters that he had just received. The principal bar to their marriage existed no longer. It was agreed that in three days time Monsieur B. should make the official demand for her hand, and should then leave to make all requisite preparation. They further arranged to meet at the pavilion for the last time two days later, in the morning. I went away, sadly, to the house. I was to fall back once more into the dead calm of my life, but still the hope of being soon married and tasting in my turn the divine pleasures I had witnessed, sustained my spirits.

On the third day I was in my hiding place; Monsieur B. came first, and Bertha a minute later. There seemed a slight cloud on her beautiful countenance, nevertheless she threw herself into her lover's arms, and he, after a few caresses, tried to put his hand up her clothes, but she prevented him.

"No, no, dear; to-day is impossible! I am sorry, I assure you, but you know, there are obstacles in the way. We must put it off till you return."

"How unlucky for me."

"And how about me?"

"See; take hold of him. Look how he wants it!"

Monsieur B. drew his splendid instrument out of his trousers. Bertha handled it, saying: "No, no; not without me!"

"But I entreat you!"

"You will have it? Well, I must not be selfish; but I assure you that I am grieved to see such good stuff wasted. Come along, M. Mimi, but you must not get into the habit of doing it without your companion."

With these words, Bertha had turned up the sleeve of her dressing-gown, Monsieur B. had dropped his trousers, and lifted the tail of his shirt, as he stood up.

"No," said Bertha, "take your trousers right off, since I am to have nothing, I will at least enjoy a good view."

Alfred did as she desired and gave himself up to her. She placed herself a little behind him, put her left arm round her lover's waist, and with the right began a soft movement of the wrist that seemed to procure extraordinary pleasure to Monsieur B., as she uncovered and covered by turns the head of Mimi.

"Ah! how finely you do it!" said he. "Gently, my angel.

Uncover him well. Now, quicker… stop!.. go on again!

Ah! I feel it coming!.. quicker… I… I spend… I come!"

He gave two or three strokes of the loins, and Bertha, who had carefully followed his instructions, pressed the instrument higher in her hand, when, to my great stupefaction, I saw a jet of white liquid spring out in jets and fall full three paces off, the emission seeming to drive Monsieur B. mad with joy.

After a few moments Bertha wiped the implement herself with her embroidered handkerchief, and put it back, saying:

"You are a naughty boy to have spent without me. I owe you a grudge for this, and you shall pay for it at the first opportunity."

I let them both go away, and when they were far off I entered the pavilion, and closely examined the fresh traces of the ejaculation I had witnessed. The sight inflamed my imagination, I pulled up my clothes and got astride the chair, placing my hand on the seat, the middle finger upraised. I pressed myself down upon it, found the little orifice, and imitating Bertha's movements, as I stretched myself as widely apart as possible, and working my bottom up and down, I imagined I was taking in the coveted instrument.

A lively sense of pain did not stop me; I redoubled my efforts and got in nearly half of my finger.

Then I repeated Bertha's words: "I'm coming… I come… my arse!" till the spasm seized me, and I twisted my body about in an agony of pleasure.

My hand and the chair bore marks of my enjoyment; I hastily effaced all, and returned to the house.

In the course of the day Monsieur B. had an interview with grandmother, and formally asked for my aunt's hand. All was arranged, and he left for Paris to press on with the preliminaries. It was decided that Bertha should remain with us for a few days. I was to assist at her marriage as bridesmaid, so she took me away with her.

The ceremony was celebrated with pomp, and, for the first time in my life, I figured at a grand ball, where I may say without vanity that I met with true success. I should have liked to have been present when bride and bride148 groom were put to bed, but my observatory was far away, and I had to put up with solitary association in their pleasures.

Three days afterwards Monsieur B. took me back to my grandmother's, and went off to Italy with his wife.