The Life and Amours of the Beautiful, Gay and Dashing Kate Percival
I penetrated into the coral passage and began to move it rapidly in and
out, while with my other finger I titillated her vagina. Amy, still
asleep, replied to my titillations by working her bottom up and down.
"Oh Herbert," she exclaimed, "it is too delightful! Faster darling,
faster."
I moved my finger with such extreme rapidity I could feel her vagina
beginning to contract on my finger; she wiggled herself to and fro.
"I am coming, darling, dear Herbert, I am com--com--"
She could utter no more, but pushing her bushy mount close up to my
hand I felt my fingers endowed with the love potion I had distilled
from her. At the moment of discharging she awoke, and opening her eyes
gazed with astonishment on me.
"Is it you, dear Kate?" she exclaimed as soon as she could recover her
breath. "I really thought it was--" she seemed suddenly to remember and
hesitated to finish her sentence.
"You thought it was Herbert Clarence," I remarked.
The lovely girl blushed, but made no reply.
"I saw your proceedings with him yesterday in the arbor," I continued,
"but do not be alarmed, dear Amy, for I am willing to confess he has
done exactly the same thing to me."
"If that be the case, there need be no reserve between us," replied
Amy, and raising from her reclining posture she seized me by the waist
and throwing me on the bed she divested me of my chemise almost before
I knew what she was about. When she saw my naked body she uttered an
exclamation of pleasure and ran her hands rapidly over my charms. She
first of all kissed and molded my bubbies, sucking the very
nipples--from this she descended to my belly, smoothing it down with
her soft hand--at last she attacked me in the very center of pleasure,
running her fingers on the hair surmounting my Mons Veneris, opening
the lips and gazing curiously in the ruby cavity. Then she seized on my
clitoris, exciting it with her lascivious touches, and at last, as if
unable to control herself longer, she forced a finger into the deepest
recesses of my vagina and commenced to move it rapidly in and out.
"Amy, Amy!" I exclaimed, "you are killing me with pleasure."
"Have you not given me the most intense enjoyment this morning, and
shall I not be equally kind to you? But stay, darling," she continued,
"I have something that will give you even greater delight."
She suddenly desisted from her manipulations, and running through her
trunk took from it an India-rubber dildo, shaped exactly like a man's
instrument.
"This is what I amuse myself with when alone," said she, "and now I am
going to give you a taste of it. Place yourself on your knees dear
Kate, and recline your head on the pillow."
I placed myself in the position she indicated, by which means my
buttocks were elevated high in the air.
"How glorious you look in this position, Kate," said Amy, pressing her
hands over my bottom. "What a pretty object is your bijou between your
swelling thighs, how closely the plump lips come together and how
delicately they are shaded by the curling hair growing on that precious
buttock! I must--I must kiss it."
So saying she stooped down and imprinted a long kiss on the object
presented to her regard--nay, she did more, for I actually felt her
tongue divide the mysterious portals of Venus and penetrate into the
most secret recesses of my covered way of love, rendering me almost
crazy with the delicious titillation. She was one of the most
lascivious girls I ever met with, and evidently enjoyed one of her own
sex almost as much as she did one of the male kind. She moved her
tongue rapidly for a few moments and I verily believe, had she
continued five seconds longer, I should have spent in her mouth. But
she suddenly ceased.
"Now, darling, for something more substantial," she exclaimed.
And bringing the point of the dildo to the entrance of my vagina, she
suddenly plunged it to the very hilt into my glowing sheath. She now
commenced to move it in and out of me somewhat slowly, as if for the
purpose of prolonging my exquisite feelings. Soon, however, she saw by
the motion of my buttocks that I was on the eve of discharging, and
placing her hand scientifically between my thighs, she titillated my
clitoris and bottom at the same moment, while with the other hand she
drove the dildo with lightning rapidity into my lustful cavity. I could
hold out no longer.
"I must come, dearest Amy," I gasped. "There-there-th--"
And with a half murmured ejaculation of pleasure I poured down a flood
of love's tide and sank motionless on my belly in the bed.
In a few minutes I recovered and we both lay side by side. Again and
again we tasted bliss in each other's arms, I sought to repay her for
the delights she had afforded me, and I may say, I succeeded. At last
we were unable to do anything more and fell asleep in each other's
arms. We were awakened by a tap at the door. Amy rose up and ran to
open it and who should be there but Mr. Clarence. A few hurried
whispers ensued between them, then Herbert stepped into the room.
"Dear Kate," said he, coming to me as I lay in bed. "Amy has informed
me that you have come to a good understanding together, and I need not
tell you how much gratified I am to hear it. God forbid that two such
beautiful girls should be rivals. I love you both and I believe I can
satisfy you both. My wife, tomorrow, goes to Philadelphia to spend a
few days--there is no reason we should not enjoy pleasure all together.
I propose that tomorrow evening shall be our initiation--we shall have
the house entirely to ourselves. Do you consent, Kate?"
"Willingly," I replied. Jumping up from my bed, regardless of the
exposure of my person, and throwing my arms around his neck, I kissed
him on the lips.
"What do you say, Amy, do you consent?"
"I shall like it most of all things," replied his sister-in-law,
following my example. As we both hung about his neck he pressed us to
him, and the sight of our naked charms evidently affected him, and I
thought he would there and then give us proof of his prowess, but he
controlled himself and advised us to husband our strength for the
following night as he intended to do. He then kissed us both and
retired from the chamber.
Chapter IV
AN ORGY
The next day at two o'clock Mrs. Clarence and her two children started
for Philadelphia, leaving Amy, Mr. Herbert and myself the sole
occupants of Riverside Lodge. We passed a delightful afternoon
together, wandering about the grounds, reading amorous books, and
filling up intervals with tender conversation. I found Amy to be a very
intelligent girl who conversed on almost every subject. We stayed out
in the open air until it began to grow dark, then we all reentered the
house. We then sat down to a delicious repast followed by a bottle or
two of champagne. The wine caused our eyes to sparkle and unloosened
our tongues.
"Come, girls," said Herbert, rising from his chair after we had
finished dessert, "follow me, and I will conduct you to the room
destined to be the theater of our joys."
We obeyed and he led us to a part of the house I had never visited
before. At the end of a passage he unlocked a door and ushered us into
a magnificently furnished chamber, in fact it was furnished with a
luxury which I had never before imagined. The apartment was of octagon
shape and was lighted by a chandelier which hung from the ceiling,
suspended therefrom by silver chains. The ceiling itself was
beautifully frescoed and was painted with scenes from heathen
mythology. Placed here and there throughout the chamber were statuettes
made of Parian marble which almost seemed to breathe in the soft
artificial light. The floor was covered with a gorgeous medallion
carpet and around the walls were placed easy chairs and sofas of the
most costly description. A peculiar intoxicating perfume was shed
through the room, which had the effect of inducing a soft languor.
There were eight panels formed by the octagon shape of the room. The
upper portion of each panel was filled by a beautifully executed oil
painting, the lower portion by a mirror or plate glass descending to
the floor.
Each painting was numbered from one to eight, and they were such
exciting subjects and so beautifully executed that I cannot refrain
from giving a description of them to the reader. Number one represented
a beautiful girl reclining on a sofa, her petticoats raised to reveal
the lower portion of her body. Her head was thrown back, her breasts
were bare, and her thighs were elevated in the air. In front of her was
a young man with the insignia of his sex proudly elevated, menacing the
domain of Venus with his formidable weapon. Another girl seated on the
sofa behind him was endeavoring to pull him away from her more
fortunate companion--her clothes too were raised above her navel,
revealing all the secrets of her person. The artist had painted her
charms so perfectly that it was difficult to believe they were not
real. The lips of her slit and the hair surmounting the hillock of
Venus was done to the very life. This picture was labeled _The Dispute_.
Number two, labeled _A Water Party_, represented a boat gliding down a
silver stream. On the edge of the boat sat a man entirely naked with a
girl in the same condition in his arms. Her arms encircled his neck
while he grasped her around the body. Her thighs were wrapped tightly
around his loins while his instrument was buried to the very hilt in
her salacious slit. In the water, a girl was resting on her hands, her
plump bubbies just kissing the stream, while behind her stood a man
with her legs in his grasp, his staff of love deeply imbedded in her
sensitive vagina. The lips of her bijou were beautifully depicted at
the lower part of her white bottom. Another nymph was getting into the
boat with her back turned to the spectator, thus showing the glorious
slope of her back and her voluminous white buttocks and thighs.
Number three, labeled _A Complete Seat_, represented a man sitting on
the edge of a low wall, a lovely girl completely in a state of nature
in his lap. She sat sideways. One of her thighs rested on his arm, the
other hung down. The elevation of her thigh enabled the spectator to
see his pego hovering between the lips of the warm nest destined by
nature to receive it.
Number four, entitled _Rural Felicity_, depicted a beautiful girl
seated on a rock beside a stream of water. She was naked, as also was
her companion, a stalwart man who kneeled over her belly in such a
manner that he had placed his staff between her bubbies, which she
squeezed together for the purpose of holding it tightly in position;
below his buttocks could be seen the whole of her domain of love his
bottom resting on the hairy mount.
Number five, entitled _Mutual Enjoyment_, represented a man and a woman
lying on a couch together, but in reversed position. The man's tongue
had penetrated into her lustful cavity, while she had his engine in her
mouth, at the same time tickling his testicles with her fingers.
Number six, labeled _Garden Studies_, represented a beautiful flower
garden in the midst of which was a man seated on a rustic bench. A girl
was standing over him with her clothes raised up, and his rod was just
entering her sheath at the same time that he was titillating her
clitoris with his finger.
Number seven, labeled _A Scene In The Rocky Mountains_, represented a
naked nymph seated on a rock, while in front of her stood her lover
with her thigh resting on his arms. She had seized his weapon and was
just forcing it into her lascivious cavity. A short distance off was
another girl, also seated, amusing herself with a dildo, which she had
imbedded into her sheath.
Number eight, entitled _A Kitchen Scene_, represented a naked man