The Life and Amours of the Beautiful, Gay and Dashing Kate Percival Part 7

she is about to come--I can read it in the voluptuous motions of her charming body. I can read it in the trembling of her b.u.t.tocks and the heaving of her bubbies. I can read it in the frantic motion of her finger and in the twitching of her eyelids. There--dear girl--now it flows-there--there. The acme was reached and she fainted away.

"I was so excited by what I had seen that, regardless of consequences, I rushed into my cousin's bed chamber. She did not hear me for she had not yet recovered her consciousness. I pulled out my pocket handkerchief and wiped her lovely bijou perfectly dry. I then knelt down by the side of the bed and tenderly kissed the theater of her pleasures. The warmth of my embrace doubtless recalled her to herself, for she opened her eyes and gazed on me. The moment she saw me she uttered a faint scream.

"'Hush, dear Emmeline,' I exclaimed. 'It is I, your cousin Herbert.

After what I have seen, all further reserve would be folly. I love you, my dear cousin, and must enjoy your beautiful body. No one need know anything about it.'

"'Promise to conceal what you have seen this night, and you may do anything you please with me,' she replied.

"'I swear it,' I answered.

"The beautiful girl no sooner heard me utter these words than she threw her arms round my neck and kissed me pa.s.sionately. I twined her beautiful limbs in mine and rolled over her on the bed. I now laid on my back and, turning her magnificent b.u.t.tocks towards my face, she herself guided my lance into her ruby cavity. A slight upward motion on my part caused it to enter completely, and I had the gratification of seeing my instrument enter in and out of her coral crevice during the act of coition. Emmeline, when she felt my proud engine pierce her vitals, was almost delirious with joy. She knelt with my thighs between hers, and in the delirium of pleasure convulsively grasped the bedclothes. I felt that I was about to emit, and finding that she was not quite ready to come, I pa.s.sed a hand round her hips and t.i.tillated her c.l.i.toris with my finger. This had the effect of immediately bringing down her emission. We both discharged together.

"I have already, my dear girls, made my history too long, or I could detain you for hours yet with an account of the various modes in which I enjoyed my cousin. I could also tell you how I overcame the virtue of five of my aunt's eldest scholars, and how one night we all enjoyed an orgy in my cousin Emmeline's chamber. But in such a relation I should necessarily have to repeat scenes I have already depicted so I forbear.

"My cousin Emmeline was married on the day appointed. I returned home, became acquainted with my present wife and was married. Some little time after my marriage I managed to get Amy to accept my embraces. I shall leave the details for her to tell."

Amy blushed and would fain have been excused--but we both insisted.

Amy was not obdurate, and could not withstand our entreaties. She commenced her history in the terms which will be found in the next chapter.

Chapter II

AMY DENMEAD'S HISTORY

"I was born in Philadelphia. My father was a large and successful merchant, doing business there. We lived in a large house in the upper part of Chestnut Street, and my father's wealth procured me every luxury that the heart could wish for. I never knew my mother, for she died when I was quite young. My sister was married to you, Herbert, when I was seventeen years of age. My ideas up to that time were very vague regarding the s.e.xes, but I was soon destined to be fully enlightened.

"I felt very dull after my sister had gone away, and my father proposed that I should write and ask my old school fellow, Florence Maltby, to come and stay on a visit with us. I cordially agreed to this proposition, for I loved Florence and had not seen her for several years, although we kept up a constant correspondence.

"Florence accepted my invitation, and on the day agreed upon she took up her abode with us.

"Miss Maltby was a beautiful girl about twenty years of age, her hair and eyes were black--in fact she was a decided brunette. She was fiery, impulsive and amorous. We had a thousand things to converse about, and in a few hours all our old friends.h.i.+p was reknit, and we became more intimate than ever. Of course, we slept together.

"For two or three nights nothing occurred of special moment. I noticed, however, that Florence would kiss me with a great deal of warmth and press me tenderly in her arms when we were in bed together, but I thought nothing of it.

"One night, about a week after she had been an inmate of our house, when we retired to our chamber, instead of undressing as usual, Florence seated herself on the side of the bed and watched me in the process of disrobing. I had unhooked the front of my dress, and it had fallen on my shoulders, and my chemise, being open in front, allowed my two b.r.e.a.s.t.s to be seen; nay, even a portion of the white plain below was visible. Florence no sooner saw this than her eyes brightened and she ran up to me and began to mold my bubbies. Although this action somewhat surprised me, I made no resistance, and to tell the truth the contact of her soft hands on my b.r.e.a.s.t.s was very agreeable.

"'What delicious b.r.e.a.s.t.s you have,' said Florence. 'How well formed they are, and yet how large! See how stiff the rosy nipples stand out from this field of snow! Oh, how I would love to kiss and press them!'

And she buried her head between the two semiglobes. 'And then your belly, how soft and white it is,' she continued, pa.s.sing her hand over it, 'how happy will the man be who presses that belly to his own.'

"'Oh, fie, Florence, you should not talk in that manner,' I replied, my face flus.h.i.+ng with the fire kindled in me by her lascivious touchings.

'But you exaggerate my beauties. It is true my b.r.e.a.s.t.s are a little larger than yours--but they are not one bit more handsome, more firm, nor more elastic. Come dear, let us compare them, for I do not see why I should not be gratified as well as yourself.'

"I now unhooked Florence's dress and pulled it down to her waist. Her two semiglobes were completely exposed. They were beautifully formed, firm, elastic and standing boldly out from her chest. I pressed and caressed them, sucking the rosy nipples which stood out stiff with desire.

"'You naughty girl,' said Florence, 'you will devour me. Your kisses send a fire through my veins--and these delicious globes too--'

"'Could it be possible to see prettier bubbies than these,' I interrupted. 'Just see how stiff the nipples are, and then you talk of my belly--look at yours. How deliciously smooth! How beautifully white.'

"'Come, darling,' said Florence, 'let us rub b.r.e.a.s.t.s together--I am sure it will give us mutual delight.'

"'I will do anything you wish, Florence, for I feel a strange fire burning in me--come, love--come.'

"We pulled down our clothes as low as possible so as to leave us a clear field. We then brought our chests together in such a way that our b.r.e.a.s.t.s rubbed against each other. To show how amorous we were, I need only say that this strange action gave us great delight.

"'Is it not exquisite?' said Florence. 'The sensations of your breast against mine fires my whole blood.'

"'I experience the same feelings,' I returned. 'Oh, it is charming.'

"'Amy,' said Florence, after a few minutes repose, 'do you know what I would like to do?'

"'No, what?'

"I should like to explore your more secret beauties.'

"'With all my heart,' I replied, 'if you will allow me the same privilege.'

"'Willingly--I should love it,' returned Florence.

"'Come then, darling,' I exclaimed, 'I am ready--do with me as you like.'

"'Dear girl, how good you are!' returned Florence. Lie down with your belly on the bed that I may admire and manipulate your beauties; that's right, darling.'

"I threw myself on my face on the bed. Florence came behind me and, lifting up my petticoats, exposed my bottom to her gaze. Of course she saw also the pouting lips of my bijou at the bottom of the fleshy cus.h.i.+ons, faintly overshadowed with hair. She moved my thighs slightly apart, by which movements the lips of my sheath were slightly separated, revealing a line of coral between them. Florence absolutely threw herself on my bottom and devoured it with the most lascivious and ardent kisses.

"'Does that position suit you, dear Florence?' said I, with my face buried in the bed.

"'It is charming--delicious,' said Florence, molding and pressing my b.u.t.tocks. 'Great Heavens! Amy, how the sight of your beauties fires me!

What magnificent b.u.t.tocks, how white and firm, how well developed," and again she bent down and smothered them with kisses. 'I should never be tired kissing your lovely bottom,' she continued, 'and the edges of that dear little cleft I see between your thighs--how inviting it looks! How beautiful it is, shaded with silky down. Oh! I must--I must!' And she put her finger between the lips of my sheath and t.i.tillated my v.a.g.i.n.a. 'How charming, how delicious,' she repeated.

'Amy, I am in a blaze--my slit is on fire. How deliciously tight your v.a.g.i.n.a clasps my finger and what a delightful warmth is there. There!

Now I have your c.l.i.toris! How stiff it is!'

"'Dearest Florence,' I exclaimed, wiggling my b.u.t.tocks, for the in-and-out motion of her finger was more than I could bear--'your touchings and t.i.tillations are bringing on a crisis. Stay the motion of your finger or I shall come--there--there--there it is! Oh! I die! I die--'

"During this last speech of mine I moved my b.u.t.tocks up and down, imitating the conjugal act--Florence all the time continuing her manipulations until the crisis came and I fell motionless on my belly.

"'Come, Amy,' said Florence, withdrawing her dripping finger from my sheath, 'for heaven's sake give me relief or I die.'

"I rose from my rec.u.mbent posture and, seizing Florence by the waist, pushed her on the bed. She fell on her back. I threw her petticoats over her head. This action revealed all the lower portion of Florence's body--and a beautiful sight it was. Two magnificently developed thighs led up to a charming grotto covered with black hair, between the pouting lips of which could be seen her c.l.i.toris, stiff with intense desire. I admired for a moment Florence's beauties, and then commenced my manipulations. First of all I stroked her belly, implanting kiss after kiss upon it. I then played with the hair covering her Mons Veneris, twisting my finger in and out of it. I then divided the lips of her sheath and t.i.tillated her highly excited c.l.i.toris.

"'Great Heavens, Florence,' I exclaimed, 'what a beautiful bijou yours is! What delicious pouting lips! What a forest of black hair and then your c.l.i.toris--how finely developed! Let me kiss it! Let me suck it.'

"I now stooped down and inserted my tongue between the lips of Florence's ruby pa.s.sage, and t.i.tillated her c.l.i.toris with the tip of it.

"'Great G.o.d! how delicious,' I exclaimed, 'I feel ready to come again--I do indeed darling.'