The Life and Amours of the Beautiful, Gay and Dashing Kate Percival
embracing a girl from behind. Her head rested on an ottoman placed on a
bench, her thighs rested on his shoulders, and he was kissing her
bottom, molding her breasts and driving into her vagina all at the same
time.
The reader can imagine how the sight of these lascivious pictures acted
upon two such excitable girls as we were. I forgot to mention that in
the center of the apartment was a long divan, evidently made purposely
for the sexual act. It was perfectly certain from our sparkling eyes,
from our heightened color, and from our trembling limbs that we were
almost crazy with desire and that we were ready to do anything to
appease our passions. Still, there was for a moment or two a kind of
restraint as to who should begin. Amy was the first to break.
"We have come here to enjoy ourselves," she exclaimed. "Let us lose no
time. I propose the first thing we do is to strip ourselves entirely
naked."
"Agreed," I returned, commencing to unfasten my frock, and in a few
moments we had divested ourselves of every particle of clothing.
When we all three stood naked, we saw our forms reflected over and over
again in the mirrors. Herbert came up to us and clasped us both in his
arms. He kissed us all over: now it was our bubbies, now it was our
whole bellies, now it was the center of love itself until we were all
so excited that the consummation could no longer be delayed. Amy,
indeed, was beyond herself, for she threw herself on her back on the
divan and, opening her white thighs to the widest extent, begged for
someone to come and give her relief.
"If someone does not come and quench the fire burning in me, I shall
die," said she.
"My slit is on fire-come Clarence, drive your delicious pego into my
vitals-see, I open the door for you-come, darling, come."
And the voluptuous girl, with her finger and thumb, opened the lips of
her coral sheath and showed up the pink interior. Who could resist such
an appeal as this? Certainly not Herbert, for he rushed to the
suffering girl and in a moment his pego was knocking at the mouth of
her womb, imbedded to the very hair in her salacious cavity. Great God,
what a delicious sight it was! Amy was crazy with delight; she folded
her legs and thighs around his loins and jutted up her Mons Veneris to
meet his thrusts. They had already commenced to move together when Amy
suddenly called to me.
"Come here, Kate," said she, "you must have your share too--just turn
your bottom towards me and straddle across my face."
I did as she requested, and my position was such that my notch came
directly over her mouth.
"Now, Herbert," said Amy, "I will titillate her clitoris with my tongue
while you imitate the sexual act with your tongue."
I threw my arms around Herbert's neck, he brought his face to mine, and
his tongue penetrated my lips. In the meantime, I could feel Amy's
tongue seek out my clitoris, which she no sooner found than she began
to titillate it in the most entrancing manner. I was gorged with love
and so was Amy, for I could feel her whole body shiver with her
delicious sensations. Herbert began to drive most furiously into her
body. Amy kept time with her tongue in my slit. We were much too
excited to be able to prolong this scene. The crisis soon arrived:
Amy's burning womb received Herbert's boiling sperm while she responded
in such profusion that it actually ran down her white thighs; nor was I
behind, for Amy's tongue brought down from me a copious shower of the
elixir of love. This exciting scene over, we all took a bath, which was
conveniently situated in an adjoining chamber, and partaking of a few
glasses of champagne, we rested ten minutes.
"Come, dear Kate," said Clarence, "it is your turn now," and throwing
himself on his back on the divan, he drew me on top of him. In another
moment his engine of love had penetrated my slit and I felt it rubbing
one side of my sensitive vagina. Amy stationed herself behind us and
watched with flushing eyes and heightened color the in-and-out motion
of his pego into my body. At last unable to control herself any longer
she passed one hand between our bellies and titillated my clitoris
while with her other hand she tickled alternately my bottom and his
testicles. Soon, however, she changed her tactics and applied some
vigorous slaps on my broad buttocks, turning the white cheeks into a
rosy hue; each time she struck me it seemed to impale me on his fiery
staff, causing it to enter a prodigious way into my mount.
I insisted that Clarence should remain perfectly passive while I did
all the work, and I can assure the reader that I moved my buttocks in
fine style. The mirrors around us reflected our actions, and not only
was I feeling gratified but, owing to their agency, I could see his
weapon entering in and out of my coral crevice. It was a delicious
sight and enhanced our pleasures tenfold--I was, however, so full of
love's juices that I could hold back no longer.
"I am coming, dear Herbert," I exclaimed, "come at the same time that I
do, darling--come--co--co--"
I could perceive that Herbert was responding to my invocation, for he
suddenly heaved up his buttocks and placing his two hands on my bottom
he pressed me so closely to him that the hair surrounding our private
parts was mingled in one mass together and I could feel his hot semen
rush into me, meeting my own discharge which I emitted most copiously.
Amy expressed herself as much gratified at witnessing our entrancing
enjoyments as if she herself had been the recipient.
After half an hour's enjoyment of more wine, Herbert's erect weapon,
which we had never ceased handling, showed us that he was again ready
for combat. This time he devised a new mode for satisfying his desires.
He had been playing with my bubbies, admiring their whiteness,
firmness, and volume. He pressed them closely together and remarked
that the narrow channel thus made would just fit his instrument. He
placed me half sitting on an ottoman and made me recline on my back on
the divan. He then made Amy straddle my chest, her bottom just resting
on the top of my breasts, her face turned towards me, thus presenting
her delicious buttocks to his gaze. He now stood between my thighs, his
right knee coming in contact with my hairy mount. He then placed his
instrument between my breasts, and at the same time entered Amy's slit
from behind. I squeezed my bubbies together and held his staff tight.
It was a curious position but it gave us all infinite enjoyment--for
while he was satisfying Amy's greedy crevice with his pego, he was
rubbing my clitoris with his knee--we all discharged together.
All these experiences in the field of Venus were not sufficient to
quench our desires, so excited were we with the voluptuous
surroundings. After a few minutes' rest, Amy proposed the next tableau.
She lay down lengthwise on the divan and made me lie on the top of her
with my head between her thighs, by which position my mouth came in
contact with her notch, while hers did the same with mine. As I
supported myself on my knees my bottom was raised. She then directed
Herbert to enter me from behind. No sooner was his staff embedded in my
vagina than she commenced to titillate my clitoris with her tongue,
while I performed the same office for her. I shall not attempt to
describe my feelings during this delicious combat. Not only did I feel
his soul-inspiring thrusts, but the titillations of her tongue almost
sent me crazy with delight, to say nothing of the pleasure I
experienced from biting and sucking her voluptuous clitoris. We all
discharged sooner this time than we had done before.
We were now somewhat exhausted and sat down to a splendid collation and
drank some delicious wines. After this was over we all reclined on the
divan together.
"Herbert," said Amy, "while we are resting, tell us your love
adventures--they must be very racy."
"Willingly, my love, but it is a long story and I am afraid of shocking
your modesty for I shall be obliged to use plain language."
"I tell you what to do, Herbert," said I--"use French terms, that will
be an excellent way of getting over the difficulty."
"A good idea, Kate--and I will follow it. When I want to speak of the
throne of Venus I will use the word 'Con.' When I refer to man's organ
I will say 'Vit'--the buttocks I will call the 'Fesses' and 'Cul'
indiscriminately. I warn you beforehand, some phrases I shall express
entirely in French as they cannot be translated without offending
American ears. Besides which I love to speak of matters of which I
believe you are ignorant; for I am free to confess there is no greater
rake than myself."
We placed ourselves in listening posture, he with a hand placed over
each of our mounts, he then commenced his history in the terms which
will be found in the next chapter.
Chapter V
HERBERT CLARENCE'S HISTORY
"I was born at Temperanceville, a village in the interior of the state
of New York. My father was a rich man, and the house in which we lived
was a fine mansion, beautifully situated in the midst of a grove of
trees. Up to the age of sixteen, nothing occurred worthy of note. Since
the time I was eight years of age my father had employed a private
tutor to instruct me--but he was a very easy man and allowed me to
slight my lessons with impunity; the consequence was that at sixteen I
was, comparatively speaking, ignorant. One day my father asked me to
write a note for him, and when I handed it to him he was shocked at the
numerous mistakes in orthography and composition, and forthwith decided
that I must be sent to school. My tutor was dismissed and the very next
week I was sent to a large boarding-school in Brooklyn, kept by a Mr.
Ames.
"I soon felt at home in my new position and liked the change very much,
making rapid progress in my studies. I was one of the biggest boys in
the school, and having, in more than one instance, proved my courage, I
was spared much annoyance from the other boys, who although they might
surpass me in learning were not my masters in fisticuffs.
"A year passed in this manner, and during that period I almost
recovered the time lost in my early education. I was a favorite, both
with the boys and the principal of the school, and the days passed very
pleasantly until an event occurred which changed the entire tenor of my
existence.
"I had often heard Mr. Ames speak of his daughter Cordelia, who was in
France finishing her education. During my second year at school she
returned home and the following day I saw her for the first time in the
garden attached to the house. At the moment I first beheld her, she was
stooping down gathering flowers. This posture elevated her clothes
behind and I saw a considerable portion of her beautiful legs, the
sight of which for the first time inspired me with sexual desire. I
anxiously waited for her to turn around that I might see her face. In a
few moments she did so and I was immediately struck with her beauty.
She was a brunette with dark glossy hair, intensely black eyes, regular
features, luscious red lips, white teeth, a laughing expression on her
countenance, ivory shoulders, rather short stature, broad hips, and a
glorious figure. She detected my earnest gaze, but instead of being
abashed at it, she merely smiled at me and passed. I judged her to be
about twenty years of age.
"I could not forget Cordelia's smile all that day. It haunted me
wherever I went. I was too young to understand its real significance,
but it was sufficient to cause an indefinable feeling to take
possession of me. When I retired to bed that night (my father had
insisted that I should have a room to myself), I noticed that the
chamber adjoining mine, which had been shut up ever since I had been at