"Does she have hair like yours?"

"Don't be silly!" Berthe said with evident superiority. And letting her clothes fall back into place she added:

"Kate has red hair and mine is blond. She uses oil on her head to make her hair seem darker. Besides, she has so much hair down below that you can only see her thingamajig if she spreads her legs apart."

While Berthe had been saying all this my member had unstiffened.

Berthe noticed it and said:

"You see, your tiddley has shrunk again. Kate told me all about it one day when I asked her why she had laughed in the bathroom. She told me that Roger's member had stood up straight like a man's. As a matter of fact, she says that it's pretty big. If he were a man, she said, I'd let him stick me. Watch your step that he doesn't try to stick you, Berthe."

"What's that mean, to stick someone?"

"Well, you know, when two people stroke each other. Kate's already done it to me, and she made me do it to her too. I enjoy what she does much more than what you did to me just now. She always wets her finger.

"She made me use my thumb, because it seems that that's the finger which goes in the farthest. So I moved it back and forth as fast as I could and she loved it. She did it to me and I loved it too, but the first time she made me do it to her she scared me 'most to death. She began to sigh and pant, and then when she started to shout and shake allover I thought I'd hurt her and was going to stop. But she said, 'No, Berthe, don't stop.' and became ever so excited and cried out, 'Oh, Berthe, it's coming, oh, oh, oh!…"

"And then she fell back on the bed as though she had fainted. When I took my finger out of her crack it was covered with something gluey. She made me wash and promised to make me come when I was a little older and had hair on my mound."

A thousand thoughts raced across my mind. I had a hundred questions I wanted to ask, for there was much of all this that I didn't quite understand.

Who knows what might have happened if the dinner bell had not rung. I cast a final glance at Berthe's treasures, and showed her mine. Then we both set our clothes in order and kissed, promising, on our word of honor, to say nothing to anyone of what had transpired between us. We were on the point of leaving when the sound of voices detained us.

CHAPTER THREE

BUT THEN WE REALIZED that the bell which had just rung was not for us, but to call the servants to lunch. And since we were respectable, we were in no special hurry to leave, since anyone coming upon us there would have had absolutely no inkling of what we had just been doing.

The noise we had heard close by had come from beyond the garden. We soon saw that the voices belonged to some servant girls who had been working in the fields directly behind the garden. But since the servants' lunch began only fifteen minutes after the first bell, we could watch their sport.

It had rained the night before. The freshly plowed earth clung to the girls' feet, and their skirts – in truth they each appeared to be wearing only one – were extremely short, reaching barely to their knees. They were not extraordinarily pretty, but they were nevertheless sturdy sun-tanned peasant girls, whose ages ranged between 20 and 30.

When they reached the spring they sat down on the grass along the bank on the stream and dipped their feet into the water.

As they bathed their feet they set to chattering like a flock of magpies.

They were directly in front of us and not 30 feet away. The contrast between their bronzed calves and white knees was clearly visible, and in some cases even the hint of the thighs.

Berthe did not seem to be enjoying this spectacle in the least, and began tugging on my arm for us to leave.

But then we heard footsteps close by and saw three hired men approaching along a little path which ran beside our hiding place.

Some of the girls set to arranging their clothes when they saw the men approaching, and in particular one girl whose coal-black hair and clear gray roguish eyes led one to believe that she was of Spanish descent.

The first of the hirelings, a dull-looking clod, took no notice of the women's presence and, standing directly in front of our hiding place, unbuttoned his trousers to pee.

He took out his member, which looked much the same as mine, except that his glans was completely hidden. He uncovered it to piss. He had lifted his shirt-tail so high that the hair surrounding his genitals was visible. He had also pulled his balls out of his trousers and was scratching them with his left hand while holding his member in his right.

I was as bored by all this as Berthe had apparently been when I had pointed out the peasant girls' calves to her, but now she was all eyes. The girls pretended not to notice him. The second hired man likewise unbuttoned his trousers and brought forth a prick which was smaller than his companion's, but brown and half-uncovered. He began to piss. At that the girls all burst out laughing, and their shrieks grew even more hilarious when the third also assumed the position.

By this time the first fellow had finished. He uncovered his prick completely, and shaking off the last bit of dew, bent his knees slightly to replace the package in his pants. In so doing he let fly a clear, emphatic fart and gave a deep sigh of satisfaction which set the girls to laughing even more.

The hilarity increased when they noticed the third fellow's joy-stick.

He had placed himself on a slope, so that we could see both his member and the peasant girls seated beyond.

He raised it skyward and sent his fountain arching high. The girls' laughter reached a new pitch. Then the men approached the maids, and one of the latter began to splash water playfully on the stupid-looking hired man. The third man remarked to the brunette who, upon seeing the men arrive, had settled her skirts:

"A lot of good it does you to hide it, Ursula. I've already seen that article you hold so dear."

"There's plenty of things you haven't seen yet, Valentin! And a lot you'll never see," Ursula replied coquettishly.

"Oh you think so, do you?" said Valentin, who was now standing directly behind her.

And seizing her shoulders he forced her backward to the ground. She tried to remove her feet from the water, but neglected to keep her light skirt and blouse from billowing upward, so that she wound up in the same position as my sister had been in a little while before. Unfortunately, this enjoyable spectacle lasted only a few seconds.

But it had nevertheless lasted long enough for me to see that Ursula, who had already shown herself to be the proud owner of a pair of splendid calves, also possessed a pair of thighs which in themselves were worthy of the highest honors, and buttocks whose cheeks left absolutely nothing to be desired.

Between her thighs, at the bottom of her belly, lay a bush of dark hair which extended far enough to envelop both pretty lips of her cunt. But there the hair was more sparsely scattered than above, where it covered an area whose dimensions my hand would scarcely have sufficed to cover.

"You see, Ursula," said Valentin, by now quite excited, "now I've seen your black marmot."

And without flinching he took the series of blows and insults which the girl, now really angry, rained upon him.

The second hireling wanted to pull the same stunt with another of the girls as Valentin had tried with Ursula. This second peasant girl was fairly pretty. Her face, neck and arms were so covered with freckles that it was almost impossible to distinguish the real color of her skin. Her legs were also freckled, but the freckles there were larger and more dispersed. She had an intelligent look about her; her eyes were a deep brown, her hair red and crinkly. She wasn't really pretty, but nevertheless a tempting enough morsel to give a man ideas. And the hired man Michel seemed to have a few. "Helen," he said, "you should have a red mound. If it proves to be black, that means you've stolen it somewhere."