Anonymous: The Boudoir No. 4

"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.