The Life and Amours of the Beautiful, Gay and Dashing Kate Percival
the last act of love--I must embrace you. You see how eager my member
is to enter your delicious con."
"I assure you my slit is not less eager to receive it. Dear Horace, I
burn for you--come, my dear angel--come! Embrace me. Bury this
delicious instrument into the deepest recesses of my vagina. Do not
spare me--push it in to the very hilt, make your testicles knock
against my bottom. Come, darling, into me quick. See--I open the
portals for you--there--now you have a fair mark--come darling--come!"
While she was thus speaking, she half reclined herself on the sofa and
opened her thighs to the widest extent. He then divided the lips of her
salacious con with a finger of each hand and revealed the interior of
that ruby grotto. Horace rushed between her thighs, and passing one arm
around her neck, brought his instrument to the entrance of her slit.
Olivia placed one of her feet on a table, standing close by the sofa,
thus stretching her thighs as widely apart as possible. In another
moment he was plunged to the very hilt in her body.
"There, dear girl, you have it now," said Horace--when his instrument
was clasped by the lips of her coral sheath. "Oh, how deliciously warm
your vagina is! Oh, how tightly your lovely con clasps my penis, and
your delicious belly, how soft it is! Your charming bubbies too, how
delightfully they beat against my chest! Stay, I must suck the nectar
from those rosy lips once more." He continued bending forward and took
one of the strawberry nipples in his mouth, at the same time continuing
his energetic thrusts. "There, how heavenly! how delicious! how
exquisite!"
"It is too much, darling!" returned Olivia, throwing her legs around
his loins. "Closer-closer still. Look in the mirror and see how
deliciously your penis fills my vagina. Stay, let me raise my thighs a
little, you will see it better then. There, now you see it. How
lusciously it enters in and out of the coral cavity--now--I can see its
ruby head--now it is lost in the hair covering my mount," (his strokes
quickened) "Oh! Oh! I can stand no more," she continued, wiggling her
buttocks. "Dear love, I spend--I come--I come!--Oh! Oh--."
"I too am coming--there, dear Olivia--come! come!"
During this scene their motions had increased rapidly. Horace giving
violent thrusts and Olivia meeting him with corresponding motions of
her buttocks. As the climax approached they seemed crazy with
excitement and at the moment of emission their legs and thighs mingled
together in confusion.
You may be sure that I was no passive inspector of this scene; during
its continuance, Laura had taken possession of my Mons Veneris, and
with her finger sought to give my excited feeling relief. At the moment
of their discharge, I too succumbed, and was so much overcome that I
was compelled to sit down to catch my breath for a few minutes.
When I had somewhat recovered I again took my station at the post to
enjoy commanding a view of the chamber.
Horace was now stretched lengthwise on the sofa; he was perfectly naked
and Olivia was lying on the top of him, also stark naked. His arm was
passed around her loins and he pressed her tightly against his belly.
His left hand rested on her shoulder. Her mouth was fixed to his, and
her breasts rested on his chest. Her thighs were stretched widely apart
and Horace's staff was so deeply imbedded in Olivia's slit that the
very hair of their genitals intermingled. They evidently experienced
intense pleasure. Olivia's buttocks were elevated high in the air and
she moved them energetically. Every time she raised her bottom I could
see Horace's lance entering in and out of the lips of her bushy mount,
and sometimes I could even see the rosy head of his dart as he plunged
it again and again into her coral slit. This motion became more rapid,
and soon the lips of Olivia's glorious con seemed to contract and
embrace Horace's staff closely. She then gave two or three convulsive
struggles and ended by falling without motion on Horace's belly, at the
same moment I saw the sperm trickle down her thighs.
"They have done for the night," whispered Laura to me. "Come with me
and I will show you something else. For I am very much mistaken if Rose
has not a visitor by this time."
So saying we left our place of concealment and entered a similar
apartment at the other end of the corridor. We entered a closet in this
room and peeped through some cracks in the boarding into the next
apartment.
I saw a very pretty little plump girl entirely naked on her hands and
knees on the bed, presenting her delicious white buttocks with her
lovely slit, shaded with brown hair between them. Behind her was a
tall, fine looking man, about forty years of age, also naked. In his
hand was a birch--with which he was gently tickling the lovely girl's
bottom.
"What does this mean?" I asked of Laura.
"That girl you see there is Rose Monson," she replied. "Nothing gives
her so much pleasure as to be soundly whipped on the bottom by her
lover. They always begin in this way. Her companion is George Coulson,
a very rich gentlemen--but watch them and you will see something
amusing."
I peeped again and saw that George was using the rod a little more
freely than when I had first looked, already the cheeks of her buttocks
were turned a rosy hue. His instrument was so stiff that it stood
boldly up against his belly.
"Harder, George," murmured Rose, her face buried in the pillow. "I
scarcely feel it, harder my dear boy, flog me harder."
George obeyed her wishes and let fall a shower of cuts on her plump
backside. He continued this for a minute or two, when suddenly throwing
down the rod he rushed to her, and to my surprise instead of entering
her by the legitimate road, he entered her _en cul_--and passing his
hand in front of her, buried two of his fingers in her hairy mount.
Every thrust of his buttocks sent his fingers deeper into her vagina,
giving her intense delight. Suddenly I saw her put her hand between her
own lily-white thighs and tickle his testicles; it immediately brought
on an emission from both of them and they sank exhausted on the bed.
Laura now led me to another apartment and again we took up our
position. Here I saw a strong man standing in the middle of the room,
holding in his arms a naked girl. Her arms were clasped around his neck
and her thighs around his hips. His instrument was buried to the very
depth in her vagina; he had one hand clasped round her body and the
other supported her bottom. He moved her rapidly up and down. Every
time he did so his staff entered in and out of her cavity and in a few
moments they both discharged.
In the next chamber I saw a somewhat different scene. A beautiful girl,
entirely naked, was seated on a low ottoman with her lovely thighs
stretched widely apart. Her lover was kneeling on the floor before her
and was caressing her lovely con with his tongue. I was so placed that
I could see his organ of speech enter in and out her ruby sheath--the
lips of which appeared to caress it lovingly. This act alone was
sufficient to make him discharge copiously at the same moment that his
tongue made her dissolve in bliss.
In another chamber a couple appeared to relish giving themselves manual
pleasure instead of the act itself. For a lovely girl reclined on the
bed with nothing but her chemise on, but still having her breasts and
the lower portion of her body bare. Her companion lay by her side--he
had his fingers imbedded in her slit, while she had hold of his
instrument. They moved their hands together while he had hold of her
bubbies and tickled her bottom with his other hand. A few rapid motions
caused the sperm to fly from his staff, and he drew his finger dripping
from her vagina at the same moment.
Another couple had chosen a strange way to satisfy their desires. The
girl lay with her head on a pillow near the edge of the bed. The man
was behind her and had passed her thighs around the upper part of his
chest--supporting her belly with his hand. They were closely joined
together--he appearing to be able to enter a prodigious way into her by
this mode--her bottom almost touching his face. While he embraced her,
he bent his head forward and kissed her buttocks. They both soon
emitted.
I saw a great many other couples, but as they were for the most part a
repetition of what I have already described, I shall omit referring to
them. I thought I had seen all when I suddenly heard a ring at the
bell, and almost immediately afterwards I heard a gentleman's voice say
something in French in the hall.
"It is Alphonse de la Tour," said Laura. "Now I shall have to show you
something really worth seeing. He is the particular friend of Eudoxie,
the most beautiful girl in my whole establishment and more amorous and
lascivious than all of them put together. She is lately from France,
and does not speak a word of English. She is perfectly crazy when
enjoying the sexual act and acts in the most preposterous manner. Her
naked body is worth going a hundred miles to see, she is so gloriously
beautiful. But come, let us get to her room first for it is best not to
miss the slightest preliminary of their love meeting."
I was very curious to see this paragon and followed Laura to her
chamber which joined that of the French girl. We were soon installed in
a convenient place of observation. We had been there but a few moments
when Eudoxie, followed by her lover Alphonse, made her appearance. At
the first glance I cast on the girl I was struck perfectly dumb at her
surpassing loveliness. She was about nineteen years of age. Her face
was perfectly oval and her features as regular as if they belonged to a
Grecian statue. Her complexion was a rich brown. Her hair was intensely
black and hung in a thousand little ringlets on her magnificently
formed neck and shoulders. Her eyes were shaded with long black
eyelashes--her teeth were beautifully white and regular, her arms might
have formed a model for a sculptor, while her bust, which her
low-necked dress allowed to be seen, was the most beautiful I had ever
beheld. Imagine two lovely globes of snow which were so beautifully
developed that they seemed to struggle to get free from the slight
bonds that confined them. Every breath she drew caused those
magnificent orbs to heave in sight. Her hips were fine, her figure
magnificent, and her hands and feet excessively small.
Her companion was a fine, handsome young man of about thirty. He was
well made, evidently of a very amorous disposition. The moment they
entered the chamber she ran up to her lover and throwing herself in his
arms, imprinted some hot kisses on his lips. I could even see her
velvet organ of speech enter his mouth in search of his, and they
remained for a moment glued together. Suddenly the amorous girl
released one of her divine breasts from its bonds of confinement and
pushed it forward for him to kiss.
"_Baisez mon teton, mon cher Alphonse, je meurs pour vous!_" (Kiss my
breast, my dear Alphonse. I die for you ) said she.
And she herself slipped the rosy nipple in his mouth. While he was thus
engaged she kissed his hair, his ears and forehead.
"_O foutez-moi--foutez-moi--mon cher,--Mon con est en feu!_" (O fuck
me, fuck me, my cunt is on fire) she exclaimed.
And with that she began to tear off his clothes, and in a few moments
he was quite naked. She then, with trembling fingers, began to disrobe
herself, and every garment she took off only revealed new beauties. At
last she stood with nothing on but her chemise.
"_Otez ma chemise. Je suis si excitee, que je ne le puis pas_." (Take
off my chemise I am so excited that I cannot do it.)
Alphonse slipped her sole remaining garment over her head and she stood