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An Afternoon With Berthe
by Nicolas R (nicrenouvin@aol.com)
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A boy of thirteen is initiated into the mysteries of
sex by his mother's middle-aged cook in early twentieth
century France. (F/m-teen, ped, 1st)
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I am a very old man now and this all happened a very
long time ago in the summer of 1913.
Berthe, my mother's cook, was the first woman I had a
sexual experience with. I was just thirteen she would
have been around fifty. She was a squat, plump woman
with a round, rosy peasant face and thick black hair
always done up in a bun. She was invariably dressed in
a plain black dress over which when working she wore a
snow-white apron. On her days off when she went out she
wore a black coat and a large black hat. I never tried
to imagine what her body was like under her clothes as
I did with the two maids, Annette and Marie. Imaginings
which occurred mostly when I was masturbating.
It happened on a summer's afternoon. My mother was
taking my sister and me to a garden party at the
Rogiers but in three days time I was going away to a
Lycee in Paris as a boarder andI didn't feel like going
to a party where everyone would be happy and laughing
and making plans for things they were going to do when
I wouldn't be there to join in so I went and hid in the
sanctuary that I had made for myself in the old
abandoned summerhouse right on the other side of the
grounds, an area neglected and overgrown.
I'd put a hasp and padlock on the door so no one could
get in. There were cane sunblinds over the windows so
no one could see in. I lay down on the battered old
sofa somebody had put in there and smoked a cigarette
from the cache I kept in an old cigar box and looked at
an old copy of La Vie Parisienne from a pile I had
found in a wooden chest there. I usually used them as
an aid to masturbation.
With their detailed drawings of pretty young women with
very few clothes on apart from frilly underwear they
were ideal for that purpose. But today feeling blue I
just smoked. When I thought enough time had passed I
emerged from my hiding place to make my way back to the
house and at that moment it began to rain. It wasn't
too bad amongst the trees but when I reached the open
ground in front of the house the rain became a downpour
and although I sprinted across the lawn by the time I
reached the house I was pretty wet.
The servant's entrance round the side was the safest
way in I decided door I went in that way and on an
impulse I went up the backstairs to the top floor where
the servant's rooms were. This was where Annette and
Marie slept and also of course Berthe but there were
empty rooms and I thought that I could get into one and
dry out there so I was tiptoeing quietly along when I
stepped on a loose floor board which creaked and
groaned.
I froze but almost immediately a door behind me opened
and a voice I knew to be Berthe's said, "Who's there,
who's there, disturbing a person's afternoon nap?" I
turned and saw her face through a partly open door. "Oh
it's you Master Nicholas and what pray are you doing up
here when you should be with your Mama at the
Rogier's?" I was too surprised to speak. "And just look
at you, you are soaking wet. You had better come in
here for now."
"No thank you Berthe." I began to back away but she
opened the door fully and suddenly seized me by the
wrist with a powerful grip and pulled me inside. She
locked the door of her room. It was hot and stuffy in
there, it only had one small window and I doubted if
that could be opened. I was conscious of the smell of
lavender, and another odour which I now know to be the
scent of a woman's sweat.
The room was small and the furniture large and crammed
together; a big bed, a big armoire and a washstand with
mirror, bowl and jug, a table with all sorts of bottles
and boxes on it and an old armchair. There were some
religious pictures and a crucifix on the walls and I
noticed a rosary hanging on one of the bed posts. I saw
that Berthe who looked big too in this place was
wearing only a loose cotton chemise and black wool
stockings. Her dress and stays and a big pair of
drawers were over the back of the chair. "Now Master
Nicholas what shall we do with you, prowling about the
servant's quarters, I bet you were going to spy through
the keyholes hoping that Annette and Marie might be
inside taking off their clothes. Perhaps you thought
one of them would take you in and give you a rub down."
I blushed. "Well sorry to disappoint you Monsieur but
they are both out on a half-day. Oh what will your Mama
say when I tell her." she said laughing. "Of course I
might not tell her I might just give you a whipping
myself." "But you can't do that Berthe," I protested.
"Oh we'll see about that, but you look a sorry sight
standing there like a bedraggled cat. Come on Nicholas
take of your shirt and your knickers and then you won't
drip all over my floor." An excited feeling came over
me and I obeyed her commands and stripped down to my
vest. Berthe was sitting in the armchair and the
chemise was pushed up above her knees showing her
smooth, white, fat thighs. "Now Master Nicholas get
that towel from over there and bring it here."I did as
she said and went and stood in front of her. She took
hold of my wrist again and pulled me towards her
opening her legs as she did so. She took the towel and
vigorously rubbed my hair and face. Her actions made
her breasts move about under the thin chemise and this
I found exciting and my cock had stiffened up.
She held me between her knees. My stiff cock had pushed
out my vest. She lifted the vest up and pushed it back
so that my cock was exposed. "Oh look at that Master
Nicholas you must be thinking naughty thoughts." She
laughed again. "Well Master Nicholas he's a fine
upstanding fellow I must say." She took my cock into
her hand and pushed back the foreskin. She spat into
her freehand and rubbed her spittle on to the purple
head.
It felt good and I squirmed.
"You like that I think Master Nicolas," she said. "I
think you play with this a lot don't you?" Embarrassed
I didn't answer. "Don't you Master Nicholas?" she
repeated the question as she slowly rubbed my foreskin
backwards and forwards.
"Y-yes Berthe I do sometimes," I said blushing again. I
felt my cock getting stiffer.
"Of course you do Master Nicolas and nothing wrong with
that say I and I can see that he likes exercise," she
said. "But the priest might tell you that you will go
blind if you keep on doing it but I wouldn't worry
about that as he's probably doing it all the time," she
added with a big smile. Then she said, "Do you get a
nice feeling then Master Nicolas when you do it? Do you
think of little Annabelle Rogier with her blonde hair
and blue eyes eh? Do you think about what you'd like to
do with her? Take her drawers down and do her, is that
it?"
I had been taken aback by all this and so I was
struggling for words, "Do her what what do you mean?" I
stammered.
She laughed, "Put this thing in my hand into that tight
little purse she has between her legs. But you'd better
not try that my lad because she's too young and her
father would make a lot of trouble and you might end up
in prison or maybe they'd just give you a whipping."
Berthe seemed fond of whippings. "No boy you'd be
better off with a nice friendly grown up woman whose
quim has been well opened, but then I don't suppose
you've ever seen a woman's quim have you."
"I don't know, I don't think so," I said hesitantly.
She laughed again. "No you haven't my lad because if
you had you'd never forget what it looks like," she
laughed again. "How old are you now Master Nicholas?
Thirteen ain't it?"
"Yes last birthday, last month," I said.
"Well you've got a bit of soft downy stuff here," she
said touching my belly just above my cock. "You must be
a late developer Master Nicholas 'cos any peasant lad
would have a forest down there at your age," she
laughed. "And they'd know all about quims and doing it.
Mind you you've got a good sized one for a lad of your
age I must say, it must be all that pulling you're
giving it."
She felt lower down and touched my balls. "Well your
balls have come down alright so you're a proper little
man now. A proper little man and handsome with it too,
you'll be a right lady-killer one day and no-mistake
believe me, with your soulful brown eyes and your wavy
brown hair and look you've even got the beginnings of a
moustache and she stroked my upper lip. What a shame
you're going away so soon. But there's still time
Master Nicolas and I think it's time you and me had a
little pleasure and when we've finished you'll know all
about quims and doing it, believe me and you'll be the
envy of all your schollmates."
"I think I should be going Berthe Maman and Lisette
will be back soon."
She laughed, "No they won't boy 'cos it's only four
thirty, they'll just be tucking into the little
sandwiches and cakes, taking tea like the English
milords, and besides the fun's only just beginning
here."
She took her hands away from my cock and pulled down
the straps and top of her chemise, pulled it right down
to her waist. I had seen pictures of naked women in
books in the library downstairs but they were always
young and they had small round bosoms that looked as
firm as apples with delicate little nipples but
Berthe's breasts were huge and heavy and sagged almost
to her waist and they had big teatlike nipples with
large brown rings round them and they were white with
lots of blue veins just under the skin.
"There's a fine pair of titties for you my lad," she
said, taking my hand and placing it on one of them. I
stroked it tentatively and moved it down to the nipple
which I touched and stroked and it went all hard and my
cock went harder. She cupped her breasts in her hands
and lifted them up, those great fleshy mounds.
"There you are boy play with them come on don't be
afraid, women like that Master Nicolas, stroke them,
lick them, suck the teats."
I leaned forward and licked them slowly they tasted
salty and I nibbled at a big hard nipple and sucked on
it and I played with other one with my fingers. "You're
learning fast boy," she said in a breathless sort of
way. So I kept on fingering one nipple and sucking the
other and Berthe certainly seemed to like it. Then she
said, "Come on boy we should be on the bed now and
getting real close together."
She got up and took a towel from under the wash-stand
and went to the bed and spread it out on the bottom
sheet then she lay down on the bed on her back and
spread her legs open, "Come on boy over here and kneel
on the bed between my legs." I did as she said. Then
she pulled her chemise up around her middle. She had a
big, round, white belly and down below it a big bush of
black hair. "Move forward further right up between my
legs."
She raised her legs up so her knees were bent. "Put
your hand down there Master Nicky." I did as she told
me and touched the hair, it was tangled and wiry. "Down
further lad."
I moved my fingers lower and touched what felt like
thick closed lips. "That's it that's my quim, go on
push your fingers into the slit." I pushed two fingers
in. It was warm and moist in there and I slid my
fingers up and down and it got slippy and she grasped
my wrist and moved my fingers up and I touched
something that was sticking up and she said, "Touch
that, play with it."
I did as she said and the little budlike thing got hard
and she gasped and moaned and then she rolled over on
to her back and drew her legs up and opened them wide.
"Now Master Nicholas we need two pillows she reached
out and got them, "Here take these lad and put them
under my behind."
I did as she said slipping them under her big buttocks
as she raised them off the mattress. "Kneel in front of
me and hurry, hurry," she said breathlessly. I did as
she ordered kneeling between her legs with my stiff
cock sticking out. She put her hands between her legs
and opened the outer lips of her long slit and I could
see the stiff little pinkish bud at the top and another
pair of lips inside the first and she pressed open
these lips with a finger on either side and I saw what
looked like a dark red gash and lower down I could see
the entrance of what looked like a hole.
"Closer, closer," she said. "Get on all fours, come on
hurry up."
I did as she said and she grabbed my cock and pulled me
forwards and I felt it touch her warm sticky slit and
she rubbed it up and down against the budlike thing and
then she held it down and said, "Come on you've got to
push this thing into me."
I pushed forwards and she pushed upwards and my cock
entered her hole and it felt tight and it gripped my
cock and I pressed forwards and pushed and it went
right in the whole length of it. She gripped me with
her raised legs and I supported my weight on my hands
as I pressed my belly onto to hers.
"Ooooh yes that's it Master Nicolas, right in, right up
Bertha's cunt come on now fuck me, in and out with it,
in and out, in and out."
I did as she said working my cock in and out of her
slippery passage and I put my hands on to her shoulders
and went at it and her face was all red and she was
breathing heavily and she put a hand down and played
with herself and she began to push up against me harder
and she said, "That's it boy, that's it oh yes you're
having a good fuck, that's the way to do it, that's the
way to fuck a woman." As she said this I felt her
jumping beneath me and she let out a big gasp and a
loud cry.
At that moment the nice feeling suddenly happened to me
but it was a lot stronger and a lot nicer than ever
before and my cock quivered inside her and my jism
spurted out into her and the feeling went right through
my body and I fell forward on to her.
I lay there for a little while and then I rolled off
and she whispered in my ear, "There Master Nicolas you
won't forget that in a hurry, the day you fucked a
woman for the first time and now you're not a virgin
anymore and you know what a quim looks like and all
about fucking a woman and next time it will last longer
because you'll get better at it. Yes Master Nicolas you
can fuck me anytime you like and that's a promise."
I didn't know what I was supposed to do or say I could
only think of getting away from there and making myself
presentable for when Maman returned home but Berthe
pulled me down beside her. "There Master Nicolas we can
be sweethearts and snuggle up in my big warm bed and
play with one another and you can fuck me in all sorts
of ways."
She kissed me on my mouth hard and then she laughed.
"But not now because you dear Maman will be back soon
and you have got to go off and smarten yourself up my
lad."
So we got up and she looked at a damp patch on the
sheet and said, "My, my Master Nicolas, you've got
plenty of spunk in you, if you shot that lot into
Annette or Marie they'd be in the family way in no time
and you'd be in trouble!" and she laughed again. "So
just remember you're better off with me."
I put my still damp and crumpled clothes back on. We
didn't say anything else and she unlocked the door and
let me out.
Sadly there wasn't a next time with Berthe and in fact
I didn't see her again because my mother was furious
with me when she got back from the Rogiers and kept me
more or less a prisoner in my room or under close watch
for the next three days so that I couldn't do the
disappearing act again before I went off to boarding
school in Paris.
When the day came all the servants came out to see me
off in the dog-cart driven by Maman and as we were
leaving Berthe gave me a big wink. Sadly when I came
home at Christmas Berthe was gone. I was surprised
because my mother thought she was the best cook she had
ever had but it turned out that Berthe had had to go
back to her home to nurse her sick sister, the sister
had died and Berthe had inherited the farm and got
married to the farmer whose land adjoined hers. The new
cook was older than Berthe upright and rigid as a
soldier with iron grey hair and a plain bony face.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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