The Life and Amours of the Beautiful, Gay and Dashing Kate Percival
sheath of his joys, and then assisted me to rise. We then returned to
the house fully satisfied with our delightful experiences.
"Darling Kate," said he, as we reached the door, "leave the door of
your bed chamber open tonight."
I pressed his hand as a sign of affirmation and we separated. You can
easily imagine, dear reader, how anxiously I waited for night. My
bedroom was far removed from any other occupied part of the house, and
I had no fear that we should be interrupted. At last the hour for
retiring came, and I took up my candle and went to my chamber. I did
not undress myself, but sat on the beside anxiously awaiting my
cousin's coming. I had been there about a quarter of an hour when I
heard his footsteps, and in another moment he was by my side. He rushed
to me, kissed my lips and then, with trembling fingers, bared my
breasts, which he covered with kisses. He then absolutely tore off my
clothes, not even sparing my chemise, and I stood before him as naked
as I was born. In a few seconds he was in the same situation and I saw
for the second time in my life his splendid member, so stiff and firm
that its ruby head nearly reached his navel. All my modesty disappeared
as if by magic, and I removed my hands which I had instinctively placed
over my center of attraction and, rushing towards him, seized his
burning rod in my grasp. I capped and uncapped the fiery head and
played with the purse containing the two witnesses to virility. My
cousin's eyes shot fire and he began to move his buttocks in reply to
my touches. He placed his hands on my bottom and pressed me close to
him, and I could feel his staff of love pressing against my white
belly. In another moment he had thrown me on my back on the bed, and
then set about examining the charms of my person at his ease. His first
proceeding was to open my thighs to the widest extent, thus exposing to
his gaze and touches the whole of love's domain. He played with the
hair covering the hillock of Venus; he divided the lips with his finger
and, seeking my clitoris, almost sent me crazy with pleasure by gently
rubbing it. He then turned me over on my belly and patted the cheeks of
my buttocks, which he swore were whiter than driven snow. He titillated
both my clitoris and bottom at the same time, but noticing by my
convulsive movements that I was on the eve of spending, he suddenly
desisted. Restoring me to my former position on my back, and throwing
himself on top of me, he inserted his staff of love into the pouting
lips of my moss-covered slit. No sooner had I felt the delicious morsel
pierce me to the quick than I passed one of my arms round his neck and
pressed him convulsively to my bosom. I then clasped his loins with my
thighs and legs and strained myself so closely to him that the very
hair of our genitals intermingled. A large mirror hung beside the bed
and I could see our forms reflected in it. I could see his instrument
imbedded to the very hilt in my Mons Veneris, the tips of which clasped
it tightly. He now commenced to work his plump buttocks up and down. I
replied by a corresponding motion and we kept time admirably together.
The thrilling rapture, the delicious sensations of that ecstatic period
is out of my power to describe. When I felt his hot pego rushing in and
out of my sensitive vagina, I squirmed and wriggled under his fierce
thrusts, and I thought my breath would leave my body. At last the
dissolving period approached. I could tell it was coming on by his more
rapid thrusts, by his half-drawn sighs, by his interrupted breathing,
and more especially, by a peculiar suction which my vagina exercised on
his rod. I spurred his bottom with my heels, I pressed him to me, I bit
him in the agony of my delight, and just as I was discharging, I passed
my hand underneath his thigh and tickled his testicles.
"I am coming, darling Kate," he exclaimed. "Oh God, I come, I co-!"
"I too, Harry," I exclaimed, "there, there! there!"
He made two more vigorous thrusts to which I responded with such vigor
that it made his testicles butt against my bottom, and the next moment
we were both dissolved in bliss.
He then withdrew from me and lay down by my side. A delightful
conversation followed in which he told me how much he loved me and how
faithful he would always be to me. While we were thus conversing I had
hold of his instrument while he was playing with my center of love. In
a short time I felt his staff swelling beneath my grasp, and it was
soon in a state of princely erection again. We again resumed the rites
of Venus.
This time he stretched himself all his length on his back and drew me
on top of him. He clasped me around the waist, while I myself guided
his dart into my bower, which was burning to receive it. He then
insisted that I should pump up his spermatic treasures myself while he
would remain perfectly passive. I was quite agreeable, and began an
up-and-down motion. My vagina fitted his pego like a glove, and I had
not played horsewoman a dozen times before I felt his boiling sperm
inundate my womb, while I also poured down my share of love's elixer in
such profusion that it wetted both thighs and belly.
I shall not detain the reader by detailing how many times we sacrificed
ourselves to the shrine of Venus that night, nor shall I depict all the
postures and modes we persued, as I have many similar scenes to depict;
suffice it to say that when we got up the next morning we were both
thoroughly exhausted, and pale and feeble from our unwonted exertions.
For six weeks I enjoyed sexual delights in every possible form--not a
day passing without at least one experience of my cousin's
capabilities. At the end of that time he was compelled to return home.
He left me with the most ardent protestations of love and devotion, and
took an oath that he would marry none but me. I had such a confidence
in him that I firmly believed his word.
Chapter III
A NEW SCENE
After Harry's departure, my father's house grew more and more
distasteful to me, and I resolved to make an effort to leave it. One
day I went to him and expressed a wish to take a situation as
governess--he made but slight objections, and at last gave his consent.
I immediately sent an advertisement to the Philadelphia papers and
received several answers; amongst them was one from a Mr. Herbert
Clarence who lived in the village of Chester. He offered me such
advantageous terms that I at once accepted them, and the next day
started for my new home.
Riverside Lodge, as Mr. Clarence's residence was called, was situated
on the banks of the Schuylkill, and was fitted up with all the elegance
wealth could command. The grounds were handsomely laid out, the gardens
cultivated to the extreme of art, and in short, it bore more
resemblance to the residences we meet on the other side of the water
which are occupied by the proud aristocracy of England than the mansion
of a simple American gentleman.
Nature too had done an immense deal to enhance the beauties of the
dwelling. The scenery around was pastoral and beautiful--what it wanted
in grandeur it more than made up with the picturesque view to be seen
from all sides of the house. The lodge was situated on a rising hillock
and fronted the river, from which it was not more than a hundred yards
distant. To the north of the house was a thick wood, containing trees
of many years growth. In this sylvan retreat Mr. Clarence had fitted up
rustic chairs and seats, and in the heat of the summer it afforded a
delightful shelter from the sun's rays. On both the other sides of the
dwelling was a handsome sloping lawn, also covered with fine trees.
I was met at the door of the house by the owner, a fine handsome man of
about thirty-five years of age. He introduced me to his wife, a
confined invalid who never left her chamber. I then saw my pupils, two
little girls, the eldest not more than six years of age. I found Mr.
Clarence to be a perfect gentleman, courteous, polite and agreeable. I
soon felt quite at home with him. Mrs. Clarence never interfered with
me, and days passed without my even seeing her. I pitied poor Mr.
Clarence having such a sick wife, for it was easy to be seen that he
was a man of a very amorous temperament, and it was also certain that
his wife could afford him no satisfaction in this respect.
I was naturally thrown much into Mr. Clarence's society and noticed
that he daily grew more tender to me. When shaking hands with me he
would press my hand and retain it in his, and when I wore a low-necked
dress I observed that his eyes were fixed on my white shoulders, and
that when he caught a glimpse of my bosom his face would flush and a
decided protuberance would manifest itself in his pantaloons.
Things went on in this way for two months. Then one day Mr. Clarence
asked me if I would like to go out riding with him. I had always been
fond of equestrian exercises and consented very willingly. The horses
were brought round to the door and I mounted a handsome bay pony, while
my companion rode a large gray horse which appeared but half broken.
Mr. Clarence assisted me to mount and in doing so I exposed a
considerable portion of my limbs, my petticoats getting entangled in
the saddle. When he saw my leg above the knee, for I wore no drawers, a
crimson flush suffused his face--but it was not one of shame but
desire. He recovered himself, however, almost immediately, and off we
started.
We had ridden about six or seven miles when Mr. Clarence's horse
suddenly took fright and galloped off with him. At the turn of the
road, from some cause or other, the rider was thrown off and deposited
on the green sward. Fortunately he was not injured--his horse, however,
galloped away towards Riverside Lodge.
"A pretty situation, Miss Percival," said Clarence as he rose to his
feet. "Here am I, six miles from home, and nothing left for me but to
tramp it on foot."
"Nay, Mr. Clarence, that must not be. If you do not mind, you can ride
behind me. The pony can bear us both very well, and we can proceed
slowly."
"I am afraid to discommode you, Miss Percival."
"Not at all--our ancestors, you know, used to ride pillion."
"I accept your kind offer," he returned, and springing on the pony's
back took his place behind me.
He passed one arm around my waist for the purpose of holding himself
securely in his position. We then slowly started in the direction of
the lodge. We had not advanced a mile, however, before I felt something
pressing stiffly against my bottom. My previous experience made me know
what it was and you may easily believe, dear reader, that I began to
feel a strange sensation running through me. Whether my companion
detected my sensations or not, I cannot say, but certain it is that the
arm that encircled my waist was raised until his hand rested on my
bosom, outside my riding habit; however, I made no attempt to remove
it, and encouraged, doubtless, by my seeming tacit consent to his
enterprises, he furtively inserted two of his fingers in the opening in
front of my dress and I felt them on my naked breast. The contact of my
bubbies appeared to electrify him, for I felt his staff of love beating
against my buttocks, still more plainly than before.
"Mr. Clarence," said I, "this is wrong--remember you have a wife."
"My darling girl," he replied, "I cannot help it. I am deeply enamored
with you. My wife is sick and unable to receive my embraces. Dearest
Kate, be kind to me. I swear I will not injure you."
What could an amorous, love-sick girl reply? I was too fond of sexual
pleasures to refuse them when time and opportunity offered. T made no
reply whatever. My silence evidently encouraged him, for he now
unbuttoned the front of my habit and placed his hand on my naked