Anonymous: The Boudoir No. 4

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.