The Life and Amours of the Beautiful, Gay and Dashing Kate Percival
father's lawyer informing me of the death of my only surviving parent,
at the same time informing me that he had left all his property to be
divided equally between my brother and myself. His wealth was large,
for his habits had been penurious, and I found myself the possessor of
at least $10,000 a year. This of course entirely altered my prospects
in life and it was natural that I should immediately throw up my
engagement as governess and return home for the purpose of assisting
the settlement of my father's affairs.
I bade an affectionate farewell to Herbert and Amy, and even shed tears
at parting with them. In due time I reached home. How still and quiet
the place seemed! My brother was abroad, so that everything connected
with the property was left to me. I worked energetically and soon
produced something like order. I had been home about a week when I
received another letter from my father's lawyer, who resided in New
York, stating that my presence was absolutely required in that city to
sign certain documents relative to my father's property, and advising
me to come at once. I did not hesitate to obey his wishes, and that
same evening entered the cars for New York.
It was about six o'clock when we started, and I took a seat in the rear
end of the car. For some miles I was alone, but a young gentleman of
about eighteen got into the car from a way station and sat down by my
side. I could see by the dim light that he was very polite and we had
quite an agreeable conversation together.
By and by it grew quite dark, for the lamp stationed in the middle of
the car threw very little light where we sat. Our conversation grew
more confidential, I may even say affectionate. The young gentleman
grew somewhat bold, and taking my hand, pressed it in his. The novelty
of the situation and the fact that for ten days I had tasted no sexual
pleasure rendered me oblivious to all resemblance of modesty and I
allowed him to do as he pleased. Nay, I even encouraged him, for I
allowed my hand to fall as if by accident on a certain protuberance in
front of his pantaloons. I had no sooner touched this sensitive spot
than a shiver ran through him and he immediately retained my hand there
as a prisoner.
All reserve now left him. He had spread a shawl over our knees so that
our actions could not be seen by the other passengers. I suddenly felt
the rogue dragging up my skirts and petticoats, and in a few moments
his hand was on my naked thigh; he glided over it and his fingers came
in contact with the hair covering my Mons Veneris. He had already
divided the lips of my coral cavity with his digits and was advancing
one in the very center of my vagina when the train entered
Philadelphia. Of course this put a stop to his progress, and we were
compelled to assume a decent position.
He was very attentive to me on the boat when we crossed the Delaware,
but he had no opportunity to renew his enterprises. At last we were
safely seated in one of the Camden and Amboy Railroad cars. As luck
would have it the car was very empty, there not being more than two
other persons in it besides ourselves. We took our places as far from
them as we could. The young gentleman turned the seats so that he now
sat opposite to me.
The train had not left the station a hundred yards before he commenced
operations by making me rest my two feet in his seat, one on each side
of him, so that he sat between my thighs. He now raised my petticoats
and amused himself by feeling my thighs, bottom and slit. He played
with me for some minutes, titillating the interior of my vagina with
his finger, pressing my thighs and tickling my bottom. In the meantime
I had released his instrument from its place of confinement, and
grasping it in my hand, I covered and uncovered its red head, and at
the same time tickled his testicles. After a little time he drew me to
the very edge of the seat and, pointing his rod, entered my salacious
slit. After a few pushes which sent a thrill of delight through me, he
turned up all my clothes and regaled himself with the sight of his
engine entering in and out of my coral sheath. I responsively moved my
buttocks in answer to his thrusts and in a few minutes we both
discharged profusely.
Four times did he thus embrace me during our journey from Philadelphia
to New York, and four times did I pour down my libation of love's dew.
We parted the best of friends, and from that day to this I have never
seen him but the pleasure I enjoyed with him will never be effaced from
my mind.
Late the next day I called on Mr. Ralph Pitman, my father's lawyer. I
found him to be a fine looking man of about thirty-six years of age. He
was nearly six feet high, and stout in proportion. He appeared to be
very strong and evidently enjoyed the most robust health. He received
me very warmly and I saw his fine eyes sparkle when he gazed on my
womanly charms. My business with him was soon concluded and it was
decided that he should visit my late father's residence the ensuing
week for the purpose of finally settling up his affairs.
I made up my mind that I would return home the next day, as the city
with all its noise and confusion was not agreeable to my taste. The
next morning I walked out on Broadway for the purpose of making a few
purchases, when who should be the first person I met but Laura
Castleton, my old teacher at B... Seminary--and the first who initiated
me in the delights of love.
Laura was dressed in the height of fashion and was as beautiful as
ever. She recognized me immediately and kissed me affectionately. We
immediately adjourned to Taylor's, where we could converse in private.
I told her everything that had occurred to me since I had seen her,
disguising nothing. Her eyes sparkled and her bottom heaved when I
depicted all the love scenes I had gone through.
"And now, dear Laura," said I, when I had finished, "tell me what you
are doing now."
"I am the mistress of the head _maison de joie_ in New York."
"What!" I returned, "do you mean to tell me that you keep a house of
that kind?"
"I do indeed, and a delightful time I have of it."
"How I should love to know its mysteries."
"That you can easily do--come and spend tonight with us. You shall see
everything without being seen yourself. I have twenty-four magnificent
girls living with me and every one of them will be gloriously embraced
tonight, you may depend upon it. The rooms are so arranged that we can
see everything that transpires in them. Say you will come."
"My dear, I should love to--only tell me where it is, and at what hour
I should come."
"I live at No.--Mercer street, and come at seven o'clock."
"I will be there, you may depend on it."
Soon after this we separated. I made my purchases, put off my departure
until the next day, and at the appointed hour I was at Laura's door.
My old friend met me at the entrance.
"You have just come in time," said she, "for Horace Greenwood has just
taken Olivia, one of the handsomest of my boarders, upstairs. She is
from New Orleans and one of the most lascivious girls I ever saw; I
have no doubt we shall see some fun."
So saying she led me upstairs and ushered me into a closet which
communicated with the adjoining room. Olivia and her friend were
already there. I was struck with the beauty of the couple. The girl had
intensely black hair and eyes, the latter of which were lighted up with
desire and passion. Her bust, which her low-necked dress allowed to be
seen, was really magnificent. Her companion was a fine handsome young
fellow of twenty-two or twenty-three.
"Well, darling," said Horace, pressing her voluptuous bosom close to
him, "I have come to see you again. The thoughts of once more tasting
the delights of your lovely person has kept me in a continued state of
excitement all day. My staff is in a state of the fiercest erection."
"Let me have oracular demonstrations of the fact," said Olivia, opening
his pantaloons in front; out jumped his member, stiff and erect as a
poker.
"Oh you bad boy," she continued, taking it in her hand and rubbing it
up and down--"how gloriously still you are. I must kiss you then, you
bad child."
So saying, she took his member in her mouth and rolled her tongue over
it, at the same time tickling his testicles.
"Great God!" he cried, "this is too much--I shall spend, dear girl, if
you do not cease. All my blood is in a flame."
"'It is so delicious, I hate to give it up," she returned, giving it a
last kiss. "But I am excited as much as yourself. Slip your hand
underneath my petticoats and feel how stiff my clitoris is."
He lifted up her skirts and took possession of Olivia's luscious con
with his hand and evidently found the little sentinel as stiff and firm
as his own lance, for I saw by his motions that he was rubbing it
between his fingers.
"How delightful," said Olivia, a shudder of delight running through her
frame. "It is too much! Stay! let me open my thighs a little
wider--there, that is much better, now you can manipulate my slit a
great deal easier. What intense pleasure! Rub my clitoris harder and
titillate the interior of my mount with your other finger."
"Yes, darling, I will, but, your petticoats are in the way," replied
Horace. "I want to see my finger enter in and out of your luscious
grotto."
"I will soon remedy that," she replied, lifting her petticoats above
her navel, thus exposing her magnificent thighs, a portion of her white
belly, and above all, her delicious con.
"How beautifully you are made, dear Olivia," said Horace, devouring
with his eyes the luscious sight before him. "What a luscious belly,
and then this masterpiece of nature--this splendid bushy mount... what
words can I find to express its beauties--what fine silky down
surrounds this luscious little con! How deliciously the lips pout,
inviting a visitor. Let me examine the interior of this abode of
happiness."
So saying, Horace seated himself on the ground between Olivia's thighs.
With the fingers of one hand he opened the lips of her slit and peered
curiously into the ruby cavity. He passed the other hand behind her,
molding and pressing her buttocks, even advancing one finger into the
narrow passage adjacent to the haven of love. After continuing this
play for a minute or two, he inserted his tongue between the lips of
her bijou, titillated the interior of her grotto, sucking her clitoris.
Olivia was almost mad with pleasure, and showed it by opening her
thighs to the widest extent. When she felt his tongue come in contact
with her clitoris she experienced the acme of delight.
"Stop, dear Horace," said Olivia, throwing her arms around his neck,
"or I shall spend I shall indeed--Oh darling, darling--for heaven's
sake, stop."
"It is a hard matter to leave the interior of your luscious grotto,"
said Horace withdrawing his tongue from her slit and looking into her
face. "The sensitive folds of your vagina embraced my tongue so
deliciously, and your clitoris is so beautiful that I hate to give it
up. But, darling, let me see your beautiful bubbies."
"How fond you are of molding and pressing a woman's breasts," returned
Olivia, unhooking her dress and shaking it off her shoulders, thus
exposing her magnificently developed semiglobes. "Then here they are.
Do what you like with them. See how stiff and firm the nipples stand
out."
Horace then began to toy with her breasts, molding and pressing them
and then sucking their rosy nipples. While he was thus engaged, Olivia
took possession of his staff of love-capping and uncapping its large
ruby head.
"This is too beautiful," said Horace, burying his head between her
breasts. "I can contain myself no longer. Come dearest, let us perform