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.