The Life and Amours of the Beautiful, Gay and Dashing Kate Percival
she is about to come--I can read it in the voluptuous motions of her
charming body. I can read it in the trembling of her buttocks and the
heaving of her bubbies. I can read it in the frantic motion of her
finger and in the twitching of her eyelids. There--dear girl--now it
flows-there--there. The acme was reached and she fainted away.
"I was so excited by what I had seen that, regardless of consequences,
I rushed into my cousin's bed chamber. She did not hear me for she had
not yet recovered her consciousness. I pulled out my pocket
handkerchief and wiped her lovely bijou perfectly dry. I then knelt
down by the side of the bed and tenderly kissed the theater of her
pleasures. The warmth of my embrace doubtless recalled her to herself,
for she opened her eyes and gazed on me. The moment she saw me she
uttered a faint scream.
"'Hush, dear Emmeline,' I exclaimed. 'It is I, your cousin Herbert.
After what I have seen, all further reserve would be folly. I love you,
my dear cousin, and must enjoy your beautiful body. No one need know
anything about it.'
"'Promise to conceal what you have seen this night, and you may do
anything you please with me,' she replied.
"'I swear it,' I answered.
"The beautiful girl no sooner heard me utter these words than she threw
her arms round my neck and kissed me passionately. I twined her
beautiful limbs in mine and rolled over her on the bed. I now laid on
my back and, turning her magnificent buttocks towards my face, she
herself guided my lance into her ruby cavity. A slight upward motion on
my part caused it to enter completely, and I had the gratification of
seeing my instrument enter in and out of her coral crevice during the
act of coition. Emmeline, when she felt my proud engine pierce her
vitals, was almost delirious with joy. She knelt with my thighs between
hers, and in the delirium of pleasure convulsively grasped the
bedclothes. I felt that I was about to emit, and finding that she was
not quite ready to come, I passed a hand round her hips and titillated
her clitoris with my finger. This had the effect of immediately
bringing down her emission. We both discharged together.
"I have already, my dear girls, made my history too long, or I could
detain you for hours yet with an account of the various modes in which
I enjoyed my cousin. I could also tell you how I overcame the virtue of
five of my aunt's eldest scholars, and how one night we all enjoyed an
orgy in my cousin Emmeline's chamber. But in such a relation I should
necessarily have to repeat scenes I have already depicted so I forbear.
"My cousin Emmeline was married on the day appointed. I returned home,
became acquainted with my present wife and was married. Some little
time after my marriage I managed to get Amy to accept my embraces. I
shall leave the details for her to tell."
Amy blushed and would fain have been excused--but we both insisted.
Amy was not obdurate, and could not withstand our entreaties. She
commenced her history in the terms which will be found in the next
chapter.
Chapter II
AMY DENMEAD'S HISTORY
"I was born in Philadelphia. My father was a large and successful
merchant, doing business there. We lived in a large house in the upper
part of Chestnut Street, and my father's wealth procured me every
luxury that the heart could wish for. I never knew my mother, for she
died when I was quite young. My sister was married to you, Herbert,
when I was seventeen years of age. My ideas up to that time were very
vague regarding the sexes, but I was soon destined to be fully
enlightened.
"I felt very dull after my sister had gone away, and my father proposed
that I should write and ask my old school fellow, Florence Maltby, to
come and stay on a visit with us. I cordially agreed to this
proposition, for I loved Florence and had not seen her for several
years, although we kept up a constant correspondence.
"Florence accepted my invitation, and on the day agreed upon she took
up her abode with us.
"Miss Maltby was a beautiful girl about twenty years of age, her hair
and eyes were black--in fact she was a decided brunette. She was fiery,
impulsive and amorous. We had a thousand things to converse about, and
in a few hours all our old friendship was reknit, and we became more
intimate than ever. Of course, we slept together.
"For two or three nights nothing occurred of special moment. I noticed,
however, that Florence would kiss me with a great deal of warmth and
press me tenderly in her arms when we were in bed together, but I
thought nothing of it.
"One night, about a week after she had been an inmate of our house,
when we retired to our chamber, instead of undressing as usual,
Florence seated herself on the side of the bed and watched me in the
process of disrobing. I had unhooked the front of my dress, and it had
fallen on my shoulders, and my chemise, being open in front, allowed my
two breasts to be seen; nay, even a portion of the white plain below
was visible. Florence no sooner saw this than her eyes brightened and
she ran up to me and began to mold my bubbies. Although this action
somewhat surprised me, I made no resistance, and to tell the truth the
contact of her soft hands on my breasts was very agreeable.
"'What delicious breasts you have,' said Florence. 'How well formed
they are, and yet how large! See how stiff the rosy nipples stand out
from this field of snow! Oh, how I would love to kiss and press them!'
And she buried her head between the two semiglobes. 'And then your
belly, how soft and white it is,' she continued, passing her hand over
it, 'how happy will the man be who presses that belly to his own.'
"'Oh, fie, Florence, you should not talk in that manner,' I replied, my
face flushing with the fire kindled in me by her lascivious touchings.
'But you exaggerate my beauties. It is true my breasts are a little
larger than yours--but they are not one bit more handsome, more firm,
nor more elastic. Come dear, let us compare them, for I do not see why
I should not be gratified as well as yourself.'
"I now unhooked Florence's dress and pulled it down to her waist. Her
two semiglobes were completely exposed. They were beautifully formed,
firm, elastic and standing boldly out from her chest. I pressed and
caressed them, sucking the rosy nipples which stood out stiff with
desire.
"'You naughty girl,' said Florence, 'you will devour me. Your kisses
send a fire through my veins--and these delicious globes too--'
"'Could it be possible to see prettier bubbies than these,' I
interrupted. 'Just see how stiff the nipples are, and then you talk of
my belly--look at yours. How deliciously smooth! How beautifully white.'
"'Come, darling,' said Florence, 'let us rub breasts together--I am
sure it will give us mutual delight.'
"'I will do anything you wish, Florence, for I feel a strange fire
burning in me--come, love--come.'
"We pulled down our clothes as low as possible so as to leave us a
clear field. We then brought our chests together in such a way that our
breasts rubbed against each other. To show how amorous we were, I need
only say that this strange action gave us great delight.
"'Is it not exquisite?' said Florence. 'The sensations of your breast
against mine fires my whole blood.'
"'I experience the same feelings,' I returned. 'Oh, it is charming.'
"'Amy,' said Florence, after a few minutes repose, 'do you know what I
would like to do?'
"'No, what?'
"I should like to explore your more secret beauties.'
"'With all my heart,' I replied, 'if you will allow me the same
privilege.'
"'Willingly--I should love it,' returned Florence.
"'Come then, darling,' I exclaimed, 'I am ready--do with me as you
like.'
"'Dear girl, how good you are!' returned Florence. Lie down with your
belly on the bed that I may admire and manipulate your beauties; that's
right, darling.'
"I threw myself on my face on the bed. Florence came behind me and,
lifting up my petticoats, exposed my bottom to her gaze. Of course she
saw also the pouting lips of my bijou at the bottom of the fleshy
cushions, faintly overshadowed with hair. She moved my thighs slightly
apart, by which movements the lips of my sheath were slightly
separated, revealing a line of coral between them. Florence absolutely
threw herself on my bottom and devoured it with the most lascivious and
ardent kisses.
"'Does that position suit you, dear Florence?' said I, with my face
buried in the bed.
"'It is charming--delicious,' said Florence, molding and pressing my
buttocks. 'Great Heavens! Amy, how the sight of your beauties fires me!
What magnificent buttocks, how white and firm, how well developed," and
again she bent down and smothered them with kisses. 'I should never be
tired kissing your lovely bottom,' she continued, 'and the edges of
that dear little cleft I see between your thighs--how inviting it
looks! How beautiful it is, shaded with silky down. Oh! I must--I
must!' And she put her finger between the lips of my sheath and
titillated my vagina. 'How charming, how delicious,' she repeated.
'Amy, I am in a blaze--my slit is on fire. How deliciously tight your
vagina clasps my finger and what a delightful warmth is there. There!
Now I have your clitoris! How stiff it is!'
"'Dearest Florence,' I exclaimed, wiggling my buttocks, for the
in-and-out motion of her finger was more than I could bear--'your
touchings and titillations are bringing on a crisis. Stay the motion of
your finger or I shall come--there--there--there it is! Oh! I die! I
die--'
"During this last speech of mine I moved my buttocks up and down,
imitating the conjugal act--Florence all the time continuing her
manipulations until the crisis came and I fell motionless on my belly.
"'Come, Amy,' said Florence, withdrawing her dripping finger from my
sheath, 'for heaven's sake give me relief or I die.'
"I rose from my recumbent posture and, seizing Florence by the waist,
pushed her on the bed. She fell on her back. I threw her petticoats
over her head. This action revealed all the lower portion of Florence's
body--and a beautiful sight it was. Two magnificently developed thighs
led up to a charming grotto covered with black hair, between the
pouting lips of which could be seen her clitoris, stiff with intense
desire. I admired for a moment Florence's beauties, and then commenced
my manipulations. First of all I stroked her belly, implanting kiss
after kiss upon it. I then played with the hair covering her Mons
Veneris, twisting my finger in and out of it. I then divided the lips
of her sheath and titillated her highly excited clitoris.
"'Great Heavens, Florence,' I exclaimed, 'what a beautiful bijou yours
is! What delicious pouting lips! What a forest of black hair and then
your clitoris--how finely developed! Let me kiss it! Let me suck it.'
"I now stooped down and inserted my tongue between the lips of
Florence's ruby passage, and titillated her clitoris with the tip of it.
"'Great God! how delicious,' I exclaimed, 'I feel ready to come
again--I do indeed darling.'
"'Amy, darling, keep on--keep on--' said Florence, almost crazy with
delight, 'pass one hand behind and press my buttocks.'
"I did as she desired and advanced one finger in the narrow canal
adjacent to the legitimate road and kept time with my tongue and finger.
"'There--that's it!' she continued, 'I am coming. Oh! now--now! there!
there! th--'
"She opened her thighs to the widest extent and lifted her legs high in
the air. A convulsive shudder ran through her frame and she discharged
profusely, appearing to be perfectly annihilated by the deliciousness
of her sensations. I threw myself by her side on the bed. After a long
pause we both rose and kissed each other tenderly.