The Life and Amours of the Beautiful, Gay and Dashing Kate Percival
At the same time our nightdresses became disarranged, and I felt her
naked thighs pressing against mine.
Laura kissed me again with even greater warmth than before, and while
she was thus engaged she slipped one of her soft hands in the opening
of my night-chemise, and I felt it descend on one of my breasts. When I
felt this, a trembling seized my limbs and I pressed her convulsively
to my heart.
"What a voluptuous girl you are, Kate," she said, molding my breasts
and titillating my nipples. "You set me on fire."
"I never felt so happy in my life, Laura. I could live and die in your
arms."
I now carried my hand to her globes of alabaster and pressed and molded
them, imitating her in all her actions. Nay, more, I turned down the
bedclothes and, unbuttoning her nightdress in front, I exposed those
charming, snowy hillocks to my delighted gaze. The light of the lamp
shone directly upon them, and I was never tired of admiring the
whiteness, firmness and splendid development of those glowing
semiglobes. I buried my face between them and pressed a thousand kisses
on the soft velvet surface.
"Why Kate, you are a perfect volcano," said Laura, trembling under my
embraces, "and I have been laboring under the delusion that you were an
icicle."
"I was an icicle, darling, but now I have been melted by your charms."
"What a happy man your husband will be," said Laura.
"Happy-why?"
"To enfold such a glorious creature as you in his embrace. If you take
so much delight with one of your own sex, what will you do when clasped
in a man's arms?"
"You are jesting, Laura. Do you suppose for a moment that I will ever
allow a man to kiss and embrace me as you do?"
"Certainly, my love--he will do a great deal more than I do."
"More? What can you mean?"
"Is it possible, Kate, that you do not know?"
"I really do not know. Do tell me, there's a dear girl."
"I can scarcely believe it possible that you are seventeen years of
age--a perfectly developed woman, and that you know nothing of the
mysteries of love. Are you not aware, darling, that you possess a jewel
about you that a man would give half his lifetime to ravish?"
"You speak in riddles, Laura. Where is this jewel?"
"Lie perfectly quiet, and I will show you where it is."
My cheeks burned and I was all aglow, for I had pretended to be more
ignorant than I really was. Laura fastened her lips on my breast and
placed her hand on one of my thighs. She then slowly carried it up the
marble column and at last invaded the very sanctuary of love itself.
When I felt her fingers roaming in the mossy covering of that hallowed
spot, every moment growing more bold and enterprising, I could not help
uttering a faint scream--it was the last cry of expiring modesty, and I
grew as hardy and lascivious as my beautiful companion. I stretched my
thighs open to their widest extent, the better to second the
examination Laura was making of my person. The lovely girl appeared to
be strangely affected while she was manipulating my secret charms. Her
eyes shot fire, her bosom heaved, and she began to wiggle her bottom.
For some time she played with the hair which thickly covered my mount
of Venus--twisting it around her fingers, she then gently divided the
folding lips and endeavored to penetrate the interior of the mystical
grotto--but she could not effect an entrance but was obliged to satisfy
herself with titillating the inside of the lips. Suddenly flows of
pleasure shot through my entire body--for her finger had come in
contact with the peeping sentinel that guarded the abode of bliss, an
article which until that moment I did not know I possessed. She rubbed
it gently, giving me the most exquisite pleasure. If the last remnant
of prudery had not taken flight before, this last act would have routed
it completely. With a single jerk I threw off the bedclothes, and thus
we both lay naked from the waist down.
"How magnificently you are formed, dear Kate," said Laura, examining
all my hidden charms with the aid of the lamp. "What glorious thighs,
what a delicious bijou, what a thick forest of hair, and what a
splendidly developed clitoris. Now, sweet girl, I will make you taste
the most delicious sensation you have ever experienced in your life.
Let me do with you as I will."
"Do what you like with me, darling. I resign myself entirely in your
hands."
Laura now commenced to gently rub my clitoris with her finger, while
she kissed my breasts and lips passionately. I soon began again to
experience the delicious sensation I have spoken of before; rivers of
pleasure permeated through my system. My breasts bounded up and
down--my buttocks were set in motion from the effect of her caressing
finger, my thighs were stretched widely apart, and my whole body was
under the exquisite influence of her scientific manipulations. At last
the acme came, a convulsive shivering seized me, I gave two or three
convulsive heaves with my buttocks, and in an agony of delight I poured
down my first tribute to the god of love.
For a quarter of an hour I lay in a complete state of annihilation, and
was only recalled from it by the kisses of Laura.
"Darling Kate," she exclaimed, "you must give me relief or I shall
die--the sight of your enjoyment has lighted up such a fire within me
that I shall burn up if you do not quench it."
"I will do my best, dear Laura, to assuage your desires. You have made
me experience such unheard-of delight that I should indeed be wanting
in gratitude if I were not to attempt to make you some return."
I rose up and, kneeling across her, began to examine at my ease her
lovely Mons Veneris.
It was a glorious object, covered over with a mass of black silky hair,
through the midst of which I could discern the plump lips folding close
together. I placed my finger between them and felt her clitoris
swelling beneath it until it actually peeped its little red head from
its soft place of concealment. I now advanced one finger and found that
it entered her coral sheath with the utmost ease; at the same time it
was tightly grasped by the sensitive folds of her vagina. I began to
move it in and out, while I kissed her white belly and thighs.
"Stop, darling," said Laura, rising up and going to a drawer, "I will
contrive something better to bring on the dissolving period. You are
rather a novice as yet in the art of procuring enjoyment."
She took from the drawer a dildo, which she fastened securely around my
waist, and making me lie on my back, she leaned over me and guided it
into her sensitive quiver. She then commenced to move herself rapidly
upon it. It was a delicious sight to me; I could see the instrument
entering in and out of her luscious grotto while her features expressed
the most entrancing enjoyment and her broad white bottom and breasts
shivered with pleasure. Her motions did not continue long, however. In
a few minutes she succumbed and the elixir of love poured down her
white thighs. The voluptuous sight before me and the rubbing of the
dildo on my clitoris caused me to emit again at the same moment that
she did, and we both sank exhausted on the bed. I shall not detain the
reader with all the exquisite enjoyments I experienced for the next
three months in my lessons with the beautiful Laura: suffice it to say
that we exhausted every method that two young girls of ardent
imagination could propose. At last the time approached for us to
separate, and with tears and embraces we bade each other adieu.
I returned home and it was several years before I saw the sweet
companion of my school days again.
Chapter II
THE MYSTERIES OF A CONVENT
When I returned home I found my father as gloomy and austere as ever.
He welcomed me with a cold kiss and asked me a few questions as to the
progress I had made in my studies. My replies did not appear to satisfy
him and I had not been home a week before he declared his intention to
send me to school again. I was by no means sorry to hear of this
resolve, for my brother was finishing his education in New York, and
the house was insufferably dull. I was at once dispatched to Mount de
Sales, a convent near Baltimore. The inmates of the convent consisted
of pupils and nuns--the latter acting as instructresses to the former,
assisted by two or three priests.
I had been in the convent a year when we received a new pupil named
Margaret Maitland, the daughter of a distinguished lawyer, residing in
Baltimore. Margaret was a beautiful girl about my own age. She was
rather tall, her eyes and hair were black, while her skin was of a
whiteness ravishing to behold.
She was exceedingly religious and spent a great portion of her time in
prayer, fasting and vigils. I noticed that she confessed to a Father
Clark very frequently and always appeared very happy and contented when
she left the confessional. I felt satisfied that there was something
going on which partook more of the flesh than the spirit, and I
determined to watch.
Father Clark's apartment was situated at the eastern extremity of the
convent. It contained a large closet, and one day I concealed myself in
it at the time I knew his penitent would visit him. I had been there
but a few minutes before the priest entered. He was about forty years
of age, stoutly built and rather handsome. He did not wait long before
Margaret made her appearance. She looked positively beautiful. Her eyes
sparkled, her cheeks were flushed, and her bosom rose and fell, showing
that she was laboring under some excitement. To my extreme surprise,
the moment she entered the room she ran up to Father Clark, and
throwing her white arms round his neck kissed him passionately on the
lips. He returned her embraces and drew her on his knee. This sight was
entirely novel to me, and my cheeks burned while my eyes almost started
from their sockets watching what would be their next proceeding. I had
not long to wait, for I saw the priest's officious fingers unbutton
Margaret's dress in front and deliberately pull it off her ivory
shoulders, thus exposing two globes of snow, round, firm, exquisitely
formed, and surmounted by two strawberry nipples, which stood out
stiff. He pressed and kissed her breasts, absolutely burying his manly
face between the soft cushions. He was, however, soon not satisfied
with this, but canting her slightly up in his lap, he put his hand up
her clothes, and invaded the most secret recesses of her body. This
action raised her petticoats in such a manner that it exposed, to my
gaze, one of her ivory thighs, which was large, well developed and
beautifully rounded. I could see that he was moving his hand rapidly
while Margaret seemed on the point of dying with delight. After amusing
himself a short time in this manner, he suddenly desisted and, slipping
her off his lap, placed her on her hands and knees on the floor. He
then went to a cupboard and took from it a bunch of rods. Margaret
remained in the position which he had placed her without making the
slightest movement. Father Clark now walked up to her and, raising her
petticoats, threw them over her head, thus exposing, in a moment, all
her hidden charms to my excited eyes. It was a delicious sight,
sufficient to have seduced the most rigid anchorite. I could see
Margaret's white buttocks, admirably formed, her two beautiful thighs,
and exquisitely formed legs; all was naked from her waist down.
Situated at the lower portion of her white bottom, between her lovely
thighs, I could discern the pouting lips of her bijou, with a line of
coral marking the spot where they met.
Father Clark raised the rod and brought it down gently on her broad,
white buttocks--their hue was immediately changed to a blushing red,
while Margaret twisted and turned under the flagellation, every