The Life and Amours of the Beautiful, Gay and Dashing Kate Percival
breasts, molding them and titillating the strawberry nipples. With his
other hand he managed to raise my petticoats from behind, and I felt
myself sitting bare-bottomed on his lap. This was not all, for between
my fleshy thighs was his instrument, which he had managed to disengage
from his pantaloons. He now raised me up slightly and in another moment
his hand invaded my mossy crevice. No sooner did his fingers come in
contact with the hair surrounding the domain of Venus than all reserve
left him and, inclining me slightly forward, he directed his instrument
and in a moment forced it into my moist and burning passage, and drove
it home with a sudden plunge.
"Oh God! Mr. Clarence! how delicious!" I exclaimed when I felt the hair
surmounting his pubes tickling my bottom, and I wiggled myself from
side to side on his splendid staff. The pony now began to canter and
the motion he made was sufficient to cause his lance to move in and out
of me. During this exciting proceeding, Clarence was titillating my
clitoris in front, and turning my head around he kissed my lips in the
most passionate manner. The pony really seemed to have some idea of
what was being transacted on his back, for he set off in a gallop which
soon brought a climax to our pleasure, for we both discharged
simultaneously.
He then withdrew his weapon and we proceeded quietly home, indulging,
however, in most delicious conversation on the way. When we reached
Riverside Lodge we dismounted and entered the drawing room. It was
unoccupied.
"Darling girl," said Herbert, "I must enjoy you once more--we shall not
be interrupted."
"I am yours, dear Herbert, do with me as you please," I replied.
He led me to a sofa and laid me on my back, and then threw my clothes
up above my navel. He paused awhile to gaze on my hidden charm, and ran
his hands over the various objects that met his gaze.
"What magnificent limbs! What splendid thighs!" he exclaimed, "and what
a graceful, rounded and polished belly, and then what a delicious Mons
Veneris! What a profusion of curly hair adorns this lovely spot!"
He was not content with the unveiled charms of the lower portion of my
body, but he must needs release my large and plump breasts--and these
afforded him a new theme on which to expatiate. He did not moralize
long, but unbuttoning his pantaloons he released his stiff lance and,
bringing it to bear between my widely stretched thighs, I soon felt it
forcing its way into my sensitive vagina. I raised my buttocks to meet
his thrusts and experienced the most delicious sensation. His motions
grew quicker and the end approached. I wiggled my bottom from side to
side. I gave utterance to my rapture in words, sighs and exclamations
of pleasure and received his whole discharge at the same moment that I
myself emitted. When he had finished he leaned over and kissed my
breasts and assisted me to rise. We heard steps approaching the room
and I hastily retired to my chamber.
My time after the adventure with Mr. Clarence passed very agreeably. My
amorous desires were fully satisfied and I enjoyed a repetition of the
scenes I had passed through with my cousin. I found Herbert very ardent
and very ingenious in his mode of performing the sexual act--I shall
have to refer to some of his experiments by and by.
One day I was informed that Mr. Clarence's sister-in-law was coming to
spend a few weeks at Riverside Lodge. Herbert gave me the information
with manifest pleasure painted on his face and I felt sure her coming
pleased him; for my own part, I cannot say that I was especially
delighted, for I was afraid her presence would interfere with our
enjoyments.
On the appointed day, a carriage drove up to the entrance and Amy
Denmead, Mrs. Clarence's sister, alighted. The moment I saw her, truth
compels me to state that she was one of the most beautiful women I had
ever beheld. She was about twenty years of age, above the medium height
and her form was molded in the most exquisite manner. Her face was
really lovely, her features faultless, her complexion fair as Parian
marble and yet the hue of health was on her cheeks--the white and red
contrasting in admirable manner. Her hair was a dark glossy brown and
hung in natural ringlets on her snowy neck and shoulders. Her bosom was
full, voluptuous and beautifully rounded. Her hands and feet were
small, almost to a fault, her carriage was full of grace and when she
smiled she allowed to be seen a row of pearly teeth which, if they had
been cut out of a solid piece of ivory, could not have been more
regular.
When I was introduced to her she received me with a good deal of warmth
in her manner and observed that she was certain we would be good
friends. During the evening she asked me if I had any objections to her
sleeping with me, as she was too timid to sleep alone. I replied that I
should be very happy for her to share my bed. We retired early as she
was tired from her journey. She undressed very quickly and was soon
between the sheets. I quickly followed her example. The moment I lay by
her side she clasped me in her arms and pressed a warm kiss on my lips.
I returned it, for I began to feel attracted by this delicious
creature, and the warm contact of her beautiful semiglobes to mine sent
a thrill through me. But we made no further progress that night,
confining ourselves to conversation only. She asked me a great many
questions concerning Herbert Clarence, as to "how I liked him," "how he
behaved towards me," and a hundred other interrogatories. At last we
went to sleep.
When I awoke the next morning I found Miss Denmead already risen. I got
up, dressed myself and went down to seek her. I searched the house and
found she was not there, and then came to the conclusion that she must
have gone into the garden for a stroll. I followed and directed my
steps to a summer-house situated at the bottom of the lawn. The pathway
that led to it was of grass so that the sound of footsteps could not be
heard. When I approached the arbor I heard the rustling of a dress
inside, and instead of opening the door I peeped through the keyhole.
Great God! I saw a sight which sent the blood boiling through my veins.
Herbert Clarence was reclining on his back on a divan which he had
drawn into the middle of the floor. His pantaloons were slipped down to
his heels, leaving the whole of the lower portion of his body
uncovered. Straddling him, with one foot resting on the ground and with
the other on the divan was the beautiful Amy. Her dress was open in
front, leaving her splendid breasts entirely bare. Her petticoats were
elevated above her navel and thrown behind her white belly, her
voluptuous thighs, her magnificent limbs, and above all that
masterpiece of nature, her lovely Mons Veneris entirely exposed to my
gaze, for she stood directly facing me. His instrument had penetrated
the luscious lips of her slit. While I was watching he gave one
tremendous heave upwards with his buttocks and sent it into her body
clear up to his testicles. She was evidently gorged with delight and
enraptured, for her lovely face expressed the most intense enjoyment,
and by the quivering of her eyelids I felt assured the crisis would
soon come. They now commenced to move together, he directing his
thrusts upwards while she worked her bottom in reply to his motions.
While this delicious play was going on, I could distinctly see his
staff entering in and out of her coral sheath, the lips of which
embraced it so tightly that they seemed to be afraid it should escape
from them. It was the most voluptuous sight I had ever seen. As the
acme approached, Amy leaned over and kissed Herbert--their tongues
sought each other's mouths and they imitated the sexual act. So intense
was their feeling of pleasure that they actually bit each other. The
working of his lance in her sensitive vagina caused a suction sound
delightful to hear.
"Dear Herbert, I am coming," suddenly exclaimed the lovely girl.
These words seemed to increase Clarence's ardor, for he commenced to
work his bottom with lightning rapidity, and suddenly giving a
tremendous push upwards which she replied to by a corresponding motion
downwards, they both remained motionless, his staff so deeply engulfed
in her that the hair of their genitals was intermingled. Convulsive
movement then seized her whole frame and she fell on his belly. He was
still imbedded in her.
They remained motionless for ten minutes when she opened her eyes and
kissed Herbert repeatedly on the lips. The warmth of her caresses
appeared to reanimate him and he returned her embraces.
"I must now go, darling," said she. "Someone may come."
"I must once more taste the delights of heaven," he returned. "We shall
have no opportunity until tomorrow, dear Amy, and I am not half
satisfied yet."
He withdrew himself from her and wiping the throne of love gently with
his pocket handkerchief, he stooped down and kissed her Mons Veneris.
He then drew her on his knee and began gently to titillate her clitoris
with his finger, she performing her part by covering and uncovering the
ruby head of his lance. They continued this play for some little
time--every motion evidently bringing them nearer the consummation.
"Herbert, I shall spend if you continue your titillations much longer,"
said Amy, beginning to wriggle her buttocks.
"Come then, darling," replied Herbert. "I too am ready."
And so saying he reclined her on the divan, and taking her thighs in
his arms, he drove his lance to the hilt into her body. They seemed no
longer to know what they were about. Joined as they were together, they
seemed to experience the utmost voluptuousness. Amy especially appeared
to be enjoying the delights of heaven. Her rapid movements, her
exclamation of supreme pleasure, the trembling of her eyelids, and the
convulsive manner in which she pressed Herbert's bottom was sufficient
proof of her intense pleasure. A few reciprocal motions and they again
discharged.
They now rose, adjusted their clothing and I thought it better to
retire, which I immediately did. A few minutes afterwards Amy entered,
apparently as fresh as ever, and greeting me with a kiss, stating that
she had been taking a long walk. I did not say a word, determined to
take my own time to tell what I had seen. That night when we retired to
bed, Amy addressed a few words to me and then fell asleep. When I woke
up in the morning she was still sleeping. I turned down the bedclothes
and found that the lower portion of her body was entirely naked. Her
nightdress, too, was open in the front, leaving her delicious breasts
exposed. They were firm, round and white as the driven snow, and
surmounted by delicate pink nipples. Her beautiful hair covered the
pillow like a veil. Her ruby lips were slightly separated, revealing
her pearly teeth, and her lovely cheeks were tinged with a slight color
which made her appear most lovely. Her belly was the smoothest and
whitest I had ever seen. Her magnificently molded thighs were stretched
widely apart, and at the lower part of her belly was her glorious
domain of Venus. It was indeed a pretty bijou. Imagine to yourself,
dear reader, a hillock surmounted with curly brown hair, between which
could be seen the pouting lips to the entrance of bliss, folded so
closely together that a line of coral only showed where they joined. It
was a sight that would have tempted an anchorite. I do not know what
possessed me but I leaned over her and imprinted a kiss on that
fountain of delight. I then gently divided the lips with my finger and
sought for her clitoris, which I soon had swelling under my touches.
In a few moments it grew quite stiff. A shiver of delight ran through
the lovely girl, but she did not awake. With a finger of my other hand