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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)

***

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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