BH-3013 The Life And Amours Of Kate Percival
(The Life and Amours Of The Beautiful, Gay and Dashing Kate Percival)
Kate Percival


VOLUME ONE

Chapter I

CHILDHOOD

I am about to do a bold thing. I am about to give to the world the
particulars of a life fraught with incident and adventure. I am about to
lift the veil from the most voluptuous scenes. I shall disguise nothing,
conceal nothing, but shall relate everything that has happened to me just
as it occurred. I am what is called a woman of pleasure, and have drained
its cup to the very dregs. I have the most extraordinary scenes to depict,
but although I shall place everything before the reader in the most
explicit language, I shall be careful not to wound his or her sense of
decency by the use of coarse words, feeling satisfied there is more charm
in a story decently told than in the bold unblushing use of term which
ought never to sully a woman's lips.

I was born in a small village in the state of Pennsylvania, situated on
the banks of the Delaware, and about thirty miles from Philadelphia. My
father's house was most romantically situated within a few yards of the
river. It was supported as it were, at the back by a high hill, which, in
summer was covered with green trees and bushes. On each side of the
dwelling was a wood so dense and thick that a stranger un-acquainted with
the paths through it could not enter. In front of the house, the river on
sunshiny days gleamed and glistened in the rays of the sun, and the white
sails passing and repassing formed quite a picturesque scene. At night,
however, especially in the winter time, the scene was different. Then the
wind would howl and moan through the leafless trees and the river would
beat against the rocks in a most mournful cadence. To this day I can
remember the effect it had on my youthful mind, and whenever I hear the
wind whistling at night, it always recalls, to my memory my birth place.

My father was a stern, austere man, usually very silent and reserved. I
only remembered seeing him excited once or twice. My mother had died in my
infancy-(I was but fifteen months at the time) and my father's sister
became his housekeeper. I had but one brother a year older than myself. How
well I remember him, a fine noble-hearted boy full of love and affection.
We were neglected by our father and aunt, and left to get through our
childhood's days as best we could. We would wander together hand in hand by
the river side or in the woods, and often cry ourselves to sleep in each 
other's arms at our father's want of affection for us. We enjoyed none of
the gayeties, none of the sports of youth. The chill of our home appeared
to follow us wherever we went, and no matter how brightly the sun shone, it
could not dissipate the chill around our hearts. I never remember seeing my
father even smile. A continual gloom hung over him, and he usually kept
himself locked in his room except at meal times.

This life continued until I was ten years of age, when one day my father
informed me that the next day I was to go to Philadelphia to a boarding
school. At first I was glad to hear it, for any change from the dull
monotony of that solitary house must be an agreeable one to me. I ran to
the garden to tell my brother; but the moment I mentioned it, Harry threw
himself sobbing in my arms.

"Will you leave me, Kate!" he exclaimed, "What will I do when you are
gone, I shall be so lonely-so very lonely without you?"

"But Harry, darling," I returned, "I shall be back again in a few months,
and then I shall have so much to tell you, and we shall have such nice
walks together."

I succeeded in calming him, especially as our father informed him before
the day was over that he too was to go to a boarding school in the city of
Baltimore. That evening we took our last ramble together before we left
home. It was the month of June, and all nature was decked in her gayest
apparel. It was a beautiful moon-light night, and the hair [sic] was
fragrant with the odor of June roses, of which there were a large number in
the garden. We wandered by the side of the river and watched the moon rays
playing on the surface of the water, while a gentle breeze murmured softly
through the pine trees. On that evening we settled our future life. It was
arranged between us that when Harry grew up to be a man I should go and
keep his house. We dwelt a long time on the pleasures of such life. At last
it was time for us to return to the house, we embraced each other tenderly
and separated.

The next morning I left very early, and in a few hours reached my
destination and was enrolled among the pupils of B Seminary, I shall not
dwell long on my school days, although I might devote much of space to
them. I was not a popular girl in the school-I was too cold, too reserved,
and some of the girls said too proud. I took no pleasure in girlish sports,
but my chief amusement was reading. I would retire to a corner of the
school room and while the other girls were at play-I would be plunged in
the mysteries of Mrs. Radcliffs novels, or some other work of the same
character. Frequently the Principal insisted on my shutting up my book and
going out to play, but I would creep back when she had left the schoolroom,
and resume my favorite occupation. I remained at school seven years, and 
during that time I never once visited home, for my father made a special
agreement that I was to spend my vacation at school.

It is strange that, considering the prominent part I had played in the
Court of Venus, that up to the age of seventeen, not a single thought
concerning the relation of the sexes ever entered my head. I had up to that
age never experienced the slightest longing or desire and looked on all men
with the utmost indifference. And yet I knew that I was called beautiful
and was the envy of all my school fellows.

I have not yet given a description of myself to the reader and it is
nothing but right that I should do so. At the age of seventeen my charms
were well developed, and although they had not attained the ripe fullness
which a few years later was the admiration and delight of all my adorers,
still I possessed all the insignia of womanhood. In stature I was above the
medium height, my hair was a dark auburn and hung in massive bands on a
white neck. My eyes were a deep blue and possessed a languishing voluptuous
expression; they were fringed with long silky eyelashes and arched with
brows so finely pencilled that I have often been accused of using art to
give them their graceful appearance. My features were classically regular,
my skin of dazzling whiteness, my shoulders were gracefully rounded and my
bust faultless in its contours. My more secret charms I shall describe at
some future time when I shall have to expose them to the reader's gaze.

I have said that up to the age of seventeen I had never experienced the
slightest sexual desire. The spark of voluptuousness which has ever since
burnt so fiercely in my breast was destined to be lighted up by one of my
own sex. Yes, dear Laura, it was you who first taught me the delights and
joys of love; it was you who first kindled that flame of desire that has
caused me to experience twelve years of delirious bliss; it was to your
gentle teaching, sweet friend, that I owe my initiation in all the
mysteries of the Court of Venus; it was your soft hand that pointed out to
me that path of pleasure-and all the delight shown on the wayside. The
incident happened in this manner:

About three months before I left school we were told one morning that a
new music and French teacher would take her abode in B- Seminary the next
day. We were all extremely anxious to see her, and at the expected hour she
made her appearance. Her name was Laura Castleton, and her father lived in
St. Mary's County, Maryland. She was a brunette, about twenty years of age,
and one of the most beautiful girls I ever saw. She was nearly as tall as
myself, but considerably stouter, and her body was molded in a most
exquisite manner. Although her eyes were very black and her hair like the
raven's plume, her skin was as white as alabaster. Her teeth were as
regular as if they had been cut of a solid piece of ivory, and her hands
and feet were fairylike in their proportions. I was the eldest girl in the 
school and Laura immediately made me her companion. She was exceedingly
intelligent, well educated, and well read. I was soon attracted to her and
we became inseparable. We would pass all our spare time reading to each
other or in conversation on literary subjects. I agreed to love her with my
whole heart, and was never happy outside of her company.

"Laura," I said to her one day when we were walking on the playground with
our arms around each other's waist, "why can't we sleep together?"

"Would you like it, Kate?" she asked, bending her black eyes upon my face
with a peculiar gloom in them which sent the blood rushing to my cheeks-but
why and wherefore I did not know.

"Indeed I would, Laura. It would be so nice to lie in your arms all
night."

"Well, darling, I will ask Mrs. B-. I have no doubt that she will give her
consent."

The lovely girl drew me towards her and gave me a warmer kiss than she had
ever before bestowed upon me. The contact of her easy lips to mine sent an
indefinable thrill through my body which I had never experienced before. In
the evening she informed me that she had spoken to Mrs. B-and that the
latter had consented that we should sleep together. I was overjoyed at this
news and longed for night to come so that I might recline in my darling's
arms.

At last the hour of bedtime arrived and I followed Laura to her chamber.
She put the lamp on the dressing table and, kissing me affectionately, bade
me undress myself quickly. We began our toilette for the night. I was
undressed first, and having put on my nightgown, I sat down on the side of
the bed and watched Laura disrobing herself. After she had removed her
dress and her petticoats, I could not help being struck with her
resplendent charms. Her chemise had fallen off her shoulder, beautifully
rounded, and two globes of alabaster reposing on a field of snow. She
appeared to be entirely unaware that I was watching her, for she sat down
on a chair exactly in front of me, and crossing one leg over the other, she
began to remove her garters and stockings. This attitude raised her chemise
in front, and allowed me to have a full view of her magnificently formed
limbs. I even caught sight of her voluptuous thighs. Laura caught my eye.

"What are you gazing at so earnestly?" she asked.

"I am gazing at your beauties, Laura."

"One would think that you were my lover," returned Laura laughingly.

"So I am, dear-for you know I love you."

"You little witch you, you know well enough what I mean. But if you want
to admire beauty, why not look in the glass, for I am not nearly as
beautiful as you are, dear Kate."

"What nonsense, Laura," I replied, "but come, let us get into bed."

So saying, I jumped between the sheets and was followed almost immediately
by Laura, who first, however, placed the lamp on a chair by the bedside.
She clasped me in her arms and pressed me to her breast, while she kissed
my lips, cheek and eyes passionately. The warmth of her embraces and her
glowing limbs entwined in mine caused a strange sensation to steal through
me. My cheeks burned and I returned her kisses with an ardor that equalled
her own.

"How delightful it is to be in your arms, dear Laura," I exclaimed.

"Do you really like it?" she replied, pressing me still closer to her. At
the same time our nightdresses became disarranged, and I felt her naked
thighs pressing against mine.

Laura kissed me again with even greater warmth than before, and while she
was thus engaged she slipped one of her soft hands in the opening of my
night-chemise, and I felt it descend on one of my breasts. When I felt
this, a trembling seized my limbs and I pressed her convulsively to my
heart.

"What a voluptuous girl you are, Kate," she said, molding my breasts and
titillating my nipples. "You set me on fire."

"I never felt so happy in my life, Laura. I could live and die in your
arms."

I now carried my hand to her globes of alabaster and pressed and molded
them, imitating her in all her actions. Nay, more, I turned down the
bedclothes and, unbuttoning her nightdress in front, I exposed those
charming, snowy hillocks to my delighted gaze. The light of the lamp shone
directly upon them, and I was never tired of admiring the whiteness,
firmness and splendid development of those glowing semiglobes. I buried my
face between them and pressed a thousand kisses on the soft velvet surface.

"Why Kate, you are a perfect volcano," said Laura, trembling under my
embraces, "and I have been laboring under the delusion that you were an
icicle."

"I was an icicle, darling, but now I have been melted by your charms."

"What a happy man your husband will be," said Laura.

"Happy-why?"

"To enfold such a glorious creature as you in his embrace. If you take so
much delight with one of your own sex, what will you do when clasped in a
man's arms?"

"You are jesting, Laura. Do you suppose for a moment that I will ever
allow a man to kiss and embrace me as you do?"

"Certainly, my love-he will do a great deal more than I do."

"More? What can you mean?"

"Is it possible, Kate, that you do not know?"

"I really do not know. Do tell me, there's a dear girl."

"I can scarcely believe it possible that you are seventeen years of age-a
perfectly developed woman, and that you know nothing of the mysteries of
love. Are you not aware, darling, that you possess a jewel about you that a
man would give half his lifetime to ravish?"

"You speak in riddles, Laura. Where is this jewel?"

"Lie perfectly quiet, and I will show you where it is."

My cheeks burned and I was all aglow, for I had pretended to be more
ignorant than I really was. Laura fastened her lips on my breast and placed
her hand on one of my thighs. She then slowly carried it up the marble
column and at last invaded the very sanctuary of love itself. When I felt
her fingers roaming in the mossy covering of that hallowed spot, every
moment growing more bold and enterprising, I could not help uttering a
faint scream-it was the last cry of expiring modesty, and I grew as hardy
and lascivious as my beautiful companion. I stretched my thighs open to
their widest extent, the better to second the examination Laura was making
of my person. The lovely girl appeared to be strangely affected while she
was manipulating my secret charms. Her eyes shot fire, her bosom heaved,
and she began to wiggle her bottom. For some time she played with the hair
which thickly covered my mount of Venus-twisting it around her fingers, she
then gently divided the folding lips and endeavored to penetrate the
interior of the mystical grotto-but she could not effect an entrance but 
was obliged to satisfy herself with titillating the inside of the lips.
Suddenly flows of pleasure shot through my entire body-for her finger had
come in contact with the peeping sentinel that guarded the abode of bliss,
an article which until that moment I did not know I possessed. She rubbed
it gently, giving me the most exquisite pleasure. If the last remnant of
prudery had not taken flight before, this last act would have routed it
completely. With a single jerk I threw off the bedclothes, and thus we both
lay naked from the waist down.

"How magnificently you are formed, dear Kate," said Laura, examining all
my hidden charms with the aid of the lamp. "What glorious thighs, what a
delicious bijou, what a thick forest of hair, and what a splendidly
developed clitoris. Now, sweet girl, I will make you taste the most
delicious sensation you have ever experienced in your life. Let me do with
you as I will."

"Do what you like with me, darling. I resign myself entirely in your
hands."

Laura now commenced to gently rub my clitoris with her finger, while she
kissed my breasts and lips passionately. I soon began again to experience
the delicious sensation I have spoken of before; rivers of pleasure
permeated through my system. My breasts bounded up and down-my buttocks
were set in motion from the effect of her caressing finger, my thighs were
stretched widely apart, and my whole body was under the exquisite influence
of her scientific manipulations. At last the acme came, a convulsive
shivering seized me, I gave two or three convulsive heaves with my
buttocks, and in an agony of delight I poured down my first tribute to the
god of love.

For a quarter of an hour I lay in a complete state of annihilation, and
was only recalled from it by the kisses of Laura.

"Darling Kate," she exclaimed, "you must give me relief or I shall die-the
sight of your enjoyment has lighted up such a fire within me that I shall
burn up if you do not quench it."

"I will do my best, dear Laura, to assuage your desires. You have made me
experience such unheard-of delight that I should indeed be wanting in
gratitude if I were not to attempt to make you some return."

I rose up and, kneeling across her, began to examine at my ease her lovely
Mons Veneris.

It was a glorious object, covered over with a mass of black silky hair,
through the midst of which I could discern the plump lips folding close 
together. I placed my finger between them and felt her clitoris swelling
beneath it until it actually peeped its little red head from its soft place
of concealment. I now advanced one finger and found that it entered her
coral sheath with the utmost ease; at the same time it was tightly grasped
by the sensitive folds of her vagina. I began to move it in and out, while
I kissed her white belly and thighs.

"Stop, darling," said Laura, rising up and going to a drawer, "I will
contrive something better to bring on the dissolving period. You are rather
a novice as yet in the art of procuring enjoyment."

She took from the drawer a dildo, which she fastened securely around my
waist, and making me lie on my back, she leaned over me and guided it into
her sensitive quiver. She then commenced to move herself rapidly upon it.
It was a delicious sight to me; I could see the instrument entering in and
out of her luscious grotto while her features expressed the most entrancing
enjoyment and her broad white bottom and breasts shivered with pleasure.
Her motions did not continue long, however. In a few minutes she succumbed
and the elixir of love poured down her white thighs. The voluptuous sight
before me and the rubbing of the dildo on my clitoris caused me to emit
again at the same moment that she did, and we both sank exhausted on the
bed. I shall not detain the reader with all the exquisite enjoyments I
experienced for the next three months in my lessons with the beautiful
Laura: suffice it to say that we exhausted every method that two young
girls of ardent imagination could propose. At last the time approached for
us to separate, and with tears and embraces we bade each other adieu.

I returned home and it was several years before I saw the sweet companion
of my school days again.

Chapter II
THE MYSTERIES OF A CONVENT
When I returned home I found my father as gloomy and austere as ever. He
welcomed me with a cold kiss and asked me a few questions as to the
progress I had made in my studies. My replies did not appear to satisfy him
and I had not been home a week before he declared his intention to send me
to school again. I was by no means sorry to hear of this resolve, for my
brother was finishing his education in New York, and the house was
insufferably dull. I was at once dispatched to Mount de Sales, a convent
near Baltimore. The inmates of the convent consisted of pupils and nuns-the
latter acting as instructresses to the former, assisted by two or three
priests.

I had been in the convent a year when we received a new pupil named
Margaret Maitland, the daughter of a distinguished lawyer, residing in
Baltimore. Margaret was a beautiful girl about my own age. She was rather
tall, her eyes and hair were black, while her skin was of a whiteness
ravishing to behold.

She was exceedingly religious and spent a great portion of her time in
prayer, fasting and vigils. I noticed that she confessed to a Father Clark
very frequently and always appeared very happy and contented when she left
the confessional. I felt satisfied that there was something going on which
partook more of the flesh than the spirit, and I determined to watch.

Father Clark's apartment was situated at the eastern extremity of the
convent. It contained a large closet, and one day I concealed myself in it
at the time I knew his penitent would visit him. I had been there but a few
minutes before the priest entered. He was about forty years of age, stoutly
built and rather handsome. He did not wait long before Margaret made her
appearance. She looked positively beautiful. Her eyes sparkled, her cheeks
were flushed, and her bosom rose and fell, showing that she was laboring
under some excitement. To my extreme surprise, the moment she entered the
room she ran up to Father Clark, and throwing her white arms round his neck
kissed him passionately on the lips. He returned her embraces and drew her
on his knee. This sight was entirely novel to me, and my cheeks burned
while my eyes almost started from their sockets watching what would be
their next proceeding. I had not long to wait, for I saw the priest's
officious fingers unbutton Margaret's dress in front and deliberately pull
it off her ivory shoulders, thus exposing two globes of snow, round, firm,
exquisitely formed, and surmounted by two strawberry nipples, which stood
out stiff. He pressed and kissed her breasts, absolutely burying his manly
face between the soft cushions. He was, however, soon not satisfied with
this, but canting her slightly up in his lap, he put his hand up her
clothes, and invaded the most secret recesses of her body. This action
raised her petticoats in such a manner that it exposed, to my gaze, one of
her ivory thighs, which was large, well developed and beautifully rounded.
I could see that he was moving his hand rapidly while Margaret seemed on
the point of dying with delight. After amusing himself a short time in this
manner, he suddenly desisted and, slipping her off his lap, placed her on
her hands and knees on the floor. He then went to a cupboard and took from
it a bunch of rods. Margaret remained in the position which he had placed
her without making the slightest movement. Father Clark now walked up to
her and, raising her petticoats, threw them over her head, thus exposing,
in a moment, all her hidden charms to my excited eyes. It was a delicious
sight, sufficient to have seduced the most rigid anchorite. I could see 
Margaret's white buttocks, admirably formed, her two beautiful thighs, and
exquisitely formed legs; all was naked from her waist down. Situated at the
lower portion of her white bottom, between her lovely thighs, I could
discern the pouting lips of her bijou, with a line of coral marking the
spot where they met.

Father Clark raised the rod and brought it down gently on her broad, white
buttocks-their hue was immediately changed to a blushing red, while
Margaret twisted and turned under the flagellation, every movement
revealing more of her exquisite Mon Veneris. While the priest plied the
rod, he appeared to be experiencing the most delicious sensations.
Margaret's bottom was soon as red as a cherry, but she did not appear to
mind the flogging which she was receiving the least bit.

When the priest had continued this exercise a few minutes, he threw down
the rod, and kneeling on the ground behind her, he unbuttoned his
pantaloons, and out leaped his staff of love, stiff, firm and with its ruby
head uncovered. He nestled it for a moment between her buttocks, and then
gently driving the vermilion lips of her coral sheath with his fingers, he
brought his instrument to bear on the luscious opening, and seizing her by
the hips, in another moment he was plunged to the very hilt in her
beautiful body. When Margaret felt that the conjunction was complete she
uttered a faint exclamation of joy and wiggled her buttocks from side to
side as if to prevent her prisoner from escaping her. The priest now began
to move himself in and out of her-and as he did so, I could distinctly see
his staff appear and disappear in its warm nest. Every time he withdrew,
her vagina clasped his instrument so tightly that he drew out the interior
lips, and each time that he plunged it into her palpitating body, they were
carried in with it. You can imagine my sensations, dear reader, when I saw
all this. I instinctively raised my clothes and carried my hand to my own
moss-covered retreat, and forcing a finger between the lips, I found it
tightly grasped by my vagina, and I imitated all their motions, thrusting
it in and out, my eyes being all the time fixed on the amorous couple. The
priest was evidently in the seventh heaven of enjoyment, his hands wandered
from one beauty to another as if at a loss to know which to take possession
of. At one moment it would be her snowy globes which still remained
uncovered; at another it would be her white belly, and then again it was
the top of her Mount of Venus. Suddenly his motions grew quicker, his staff
entered in and out of the coral retreat so rapidly that I could no longer
detect the motion. The crisis came, and with a smothered exclamation of joy
they both discharged. At the same moment the exciting scene I had witnessed
drew from me my tribute to the god of sexual desire.

I cultivated Margaret's friendship after this, and when I was intimate
enough with her I told her all I had seen. She blushed at first, but when
she saw that I could be discreet, she confessed the whole truth to me. I 
found her an able instructress, and was soon even more perfectly au fait in
all the mysteries of love, except the actual experience of sexual
intercourse with the other sex. She made me a witness of many scenes
between herself and Father Clark, and I soon found they were both perfectly
adept in the art of procuring sexual enjoyment.

One day I discovered further evidence of the great morality pervading in
Mount de Sales. The Lady Abbess was a handsome, fine-looking woman of about
forty years of age. She was very strict with all the boarders of the
convent, except with two sisters named Emily and Fannie Dawson. These two
girls were her pets and were always with her. They were both beautiful
girls, with flashing dark eyes and beautiful complexions. On the day I
refer to, Margaret Maitland came to me and whispered in my ear that if I
would come with her she would show me a pretty sight. I followed and she
led me to the Lady Abbess's room and told me to peep through the keyhole. I
did so and saw a very strange scene which I will endeavor to describe to
you.

Seated on a low chair near a large sofa was Father Price. His pantaloons
were down and the lower portion of his body all uncovered; his instrument
of love stood stiff and erect. Seated sideways towards him on the sofa I
have just referred to, was the Lady Abbess. Her dress was off her
shoulders, revealing her well-developed bust. The lower portion of her body
was entirely naked; one of her feet rested on an ottoman, the other on the
ground; by this means one of her thighs was elevated. Father Price had one
finger in her lustful slit, while she had grasped his staff in her hand. He
was slowly pushing his finger in and out of her warm nest, and every now
and then kissing her broad white buttocks which were entirely at his
command. But this was not all; Emily and Fannie Dawson were also there,
acting their parts. Emily stood on the sofa with her petticoats raised
above her naval, thus revealing her delicious thighs, her white belly and
the moss-covered domain of Venus. She was exquisitely made. The Lady Abbess
was titillating her clitoris with her unoccupied hand, while Emily's
excited face, the tip of her tongue slightly protruding from her coral lips
and the heaves of her alabaster buttocks rising to meet the Abbess's
deflowering finger, sufficiently showed the intense delights she was
enjoying. Fannie was at the other end of the sofa. She had her back turned
towards Father Price; she knelt on the sofa with one knee, while the other
leg rested on the ground; her skirts were thrown over her head, and her
head was buried in the sofa, thus elevating her white bottom in the air.
Between her ivory thighs we could see the panting lips of her luscious
bijou. She was rubbing the top of her slit with one finger, and by the
quivering of her buttocks, I guessed she was enjoying herself to her
heart's content.

Margaret and I watched all their proceedings. Their motion soon grew fast 
and furious, and we were both so excited by what we saw that we
instinctively raised each other's petticoats and imitated their actions on
each other. I forced a finger in Margaret's lovely grotto, and at the same
time felt her finger caressing my clitoris. I opened my thighs to the
widest possible extent to admit her manipulation more readily and she did
the same. It was a delicious sensation, feeling her delicate finger force
its way into my warm vagina. We kept time with the actors in the next room,
and at the very moment that I saw the sperm go from Father Price's
instrument to the broad, white buttocks of the Abbess, both Margaret and
myself emitted, and the Abbess and the two sisters were not a moment
behind. We then ran to our dormitories for fear of being discovered.

A few weeks after this occurrence my father took me away from the convent
and I returned home. Here my time passed monotonously enough, and I wished
myself back to Mount de Sales a hundred times. But an event happened which
more than reconciled me to my change of life. This was nothing less than a
visit from Harry Duval, a cousin who resided in Baltimore.

Harry was a fine, handsome young fellow, about twenty-two years of age.
The moment I saw him, I felt irresistibly attracted towards him. But I
disguised my admiration with all the hypocrisy common to young girls.

One day we were out walking together in the beautiful grounds surrounding
my father's house. The weather was deliciously warm and the birds filled
the air with their melodies. I was clad very lightly, wearing a low-necked
dress with a light scarf thrown over my shoulders. We wandered for some
distance, conversing on everyday topics, when my cousin proposed that we
should rest ourselves on the grass under the shade of a fine, large elm
tree; I consented and we sat down. Harry took my hand in his and kissed it.
I blushed at this familiarity but did not withdraw it from his grasp. By
degrees he grew more enterprising, and drawing me towards him, imprinted a
kiss on my lips. I now made an effort to withdraw myself from his grasp but
he held me tightly.

"Dear Kate," said he, "I love you with all my heart and soul."

"Oh Harry," I replied, "you have said that to hundreds of others."

"Pray, darling-it is you alone that possesses my heart. I swear I love
none but you."

So saying, he imprinted fresh kisses on my lips in spite of the resistance
I made. To tell the truth, my resistance was getting weaker and weaker, for
I felt a delicious feeling run through my body such as I had never
experienced before. He grew bolder and almost devoured me with kisses. In
our struggle the light scarf which I wore on my shoulders became displaced 
and my neck and the upper portion of my bust were bare. The sight of my
white shoulders appeared to electrify Harry, for he immediately brought his
lips to bear upon them, and caressed and patted them with his hand. He did
not stop here, however. My dress was rather loose in front and he had the
audacity to invade the secrets of my bosom. The pressure he made caused
some of the buttons to give away behind and my frock fell completely off my
shoulders, revealing to his gaze my two "orbs of snow," as he called them.
He immediately took possession of them and molded and pressed them with his
hands, at the same time gently titillating the strawberry nipples which,
under his lascivious touches, stood out stiff. I was now completely on fire
and no longer opposed him. To tell the truth, I was as anxious as he to
experience the acme of love. Harry kissed and caressed my bubbies for some
minutes, and while thus engaged, one of his hands was furtively raising my
petticoats. At last I felt one of his hands on my naked thigh-a shiver of
desire ran through my frame. He cautiously ascended the snowy columns, and
in a moment or two I felt an impudent finger in the outskirts of the domain
of Venus. I instinctively lifted up my thighs in order to facilitate his
curious researches, and soon experienced the most delicious sensations, for
his finger had already divided the lips which formed the entrance of my
moss-covered retreat. He gently pushed it forward until it was clasped
tightly by the warm sides of my vagina. While he was acting in this manner
he kissed me repeatedly on the lips and breast, only pausing to suck the
rosy nipples which surmounted the two semiglobes. Although he addressed
every term of endearment to me, I was too much excited to make any reply.
For in a few moments he continued his delicious play, titillating the
interior of my Mons Veneris, while he caressed my clitoris with his thumb,
sending a lava of delight through my frame. In spite of all my endeavors
not to appear too lascivious, I could not help moving my buttocks in
response to his soul inspiring touches-I felt the crisis approaching. At
that moment I saw him tear open the front of his pantaloons and out jumped
his member, as stiff as an iron bar. With his unoccupied hand he seized
mine and bore it down on the menacing object. I seized it in my grasp and
began to imitate his motions. This was more than Harry could bear, for I
had scarcely made half a dozen movements when my cousin, frantically
seizing me around the waist, stretched my length on the green sward. In one
moment he was between my thighs, which I am willing to confess were opened
wide enough to receive him, and in another moment his instrument had
penetrated the lips of my most secret charms, and was imbedded to the very
hilt in my body. Oh God! the ecstasy I felt when the conjunction was
complete I can never describe. He reposed for a moment or two in this
condition and then began to gently heave his buttocks. I responded with a
corresponding motion and no tongue can tell the delights I enjoyed as his
delicious staff rushed in and out of the sheath destined by nature to
receive it.

"Oh, Harry," I exclaimed, "this is too much-I am suffocating with 
pleasure-darling, dar-dar-"

The crisis came; a flood of rapture escaped from me while I felt his
copious discharge lubricate the very mouth of my womb. I absolutely fainted
with pleasure.

When I recovered my senses I found that Harry was drying me with his
pocket handkerchief. This done, he stooped and imprinted a kiss on the
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 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 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 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 school was now open and fitted up with new
furniture. In answer to my inquiry I was told that the room was destined
for Miss Cordelia; I felt pleased to think that I should have her for such
a close neighbor, and I began to think we might become more intimately
acquainted.

"About three nights after this, I retired to bed quite late-in fact, the
whole house had already retired. When I came to Miss Cordelia's room, I was
surprised to find the door half open and a brilliant light streaming from
it. My curiosity was so much aroused that I peeped into the chamber. Great
God! a sight met my eyes which took away my breath and riveted me to the
floor.

"The beautiful Cornelia with nothing on but her chemise, was lying on a
sofa; but this was not all. Her back was towards me and her sole garment
was raised above her hips, revealing to me her lovely bottom, the back
portion of a pair of the whitest thighs in the world, and the whole of her
magnificently formed legs. In lying down she had a curious position which
jutted out her buttocks and allowed me to see between her fleshy thighs the
luscious lips of her bijou shaded with black hair.

"I stood confounded for a moment but soon recovered myself, as the lovely
creature appeared to be asleep. I determined to venture into the chamber
that I might obtain a closer view of her concealed beauties; I cautiously
glided into the chamber and found that she did not wake. I advanced close
to her and, kneeling down behind her, examined at leisure the beautiful
objects before my eyes. I can find no words to express her exquisite con.
The two fleshy lips met close together, showing only a line of coral which
curved from her bottom and was lost in a mass of black curly hair. Of
course I was perfectly excited at this sight. And in spite of all prudent
considerations, I could not resist bending my head down and imprinting a
kiss on the object offered to my regard. She evidently felt the embrace,
for a shiver ran through her body, but she did not open her eyes. I now
grew more bold, and dividing the lips of her bijou with my tongue I sought
the interior of her grotto and met at the entrance her stiffened clitoris,
which I had no sooner touched than as if by instinct she pressed her bushy
mount close to my face. I now moved my tongue slowly in and out of the
luscious opening and she responded by heaves of her buttocks, and in a few
moments she poured down a flood of love's elixir. I rose to my feet and was
about to withdraw when Cordelia opened her eyes and gazed on me, full in
the face. I blushed all over with shame and was about to make a precipitate
retreat, when the dear girl smiled on me and, seizing my hand, conveyed it
to her splendid bubbies. I already read my pardon on her face, and clasping
my arms around her, I pressed her frantically to my heart. I kissed her
deliriously, gluing my lips to her, at the same time forcing my tongue into
her mouth. She returned all my caresses.

"After toying in this manner a little while, I slipped her chemise off her
shoulders and exposed her two semiglobes to my greedy gaze. What lovely
objects! I kissed them, sucked the nipples, buried my face between them,
stroked her belly and played with her hairy mount. She, too, was not
unoccupied, for she had unbuttoned my trousers and was caressing my staff
with her hand, capping and uncapping its red head and with the other hand
she tickled my testicles. In a broken voice she confessed to me that she
had only pretended to be asleep during my manipulations of her charms; that
she desired to enjoy me as much as I did her, and she begged me at once to
satisfy her longings. I was all primed and loaded for the combat, and
kneeling on the floor I drew her towards me; she stooped down and with her
own hand guided my instrument into her salacious notch. I felt it tearing
up her vagina, and in a moment our conjunction was complete.

"She now commenced to move her bottom rapidly on my staff, while I, with
my arms clasped round her handsome body, pressed her towards me in such a
manner that her snowy breasts beat against my face. I took one of her rosy
nipples in my mouth, and while she was pumping up my spermatic treasures, I
sucked and titillated the cunning little strawberry top of her alabaster
globes. Nor was this all, for I lowered one of my hands and tickled her
bottom-sometimes gently slapping her fleshy cushions, at others forcing a
finger in le trou de son cul. When she felt this last operation she could
no longer withhold her emission, but throwing her arms round my neck she
discharged profusely at the same moment that I anointed her vagina and
thighs with my love juices.

"I enjoyed her three times before leaving her. We came to a very good
understanding together, and it was decided that I should visit her again
the next evening when everybody had retired to bed. I slept soundly that
night and rose the next morning extremely happy, for I was cheered up by
the thoughts of the joys I was about to experience.

"I stole into her chamber at the time agreed upon and found her already in
bed. I undressed myself as quickly as possible and placed the lighted
candle at the foot of the bed. I then laid down by her side. During this
proceeding, Cordelia pretended to be asleep. I placed my hand on her
delicious bubbies, and throwing down the sheet, kissed them; she then
opened her eyes and smiled sweetly upon me. I placed my hand over her night
dress and raised it gently until I reached her pretty con. I played with
the hair of her mount and inserted a finger into her warm vagina. While I 
was doing this I kissed her lips and my tongue met hers. I then felt her
bottom and thighs, roving from one to the other. All these touchings
excited us both to the highest pitch. I suddenly threw off all the covering
of the bed and by the aid of the candle examined all her charms. Cordelia
made no resistance whatever, but grasping my stiff rod in her hand,
commenced to move the foreskin backwards and forwards. I kissed her on the
eyes and mouth, and addressed the most endearing epithets to her. She was
almost crazy with delirious delight.

"'Come, darling,' she exclaimed, 'put it into me or I shall die.'

"I immediately rolled on top of her and in a moment I had pierced her to
the very quick. A few rapid motions and I had inundated the mouth of her
womb with a flood of boiling sperm.

"It would take me too long to relate all the different ways in which I
enjoyed the beautiful Cordelia. Sometimes I lay on top of her-at others she
lay on top of me. Sometimes I did it sideways-sometimes I did it kneeling,
sometimes before and sometimes behind. Sometimes when I was in a hurry and
met her in a retired place, I would place her on a trunk, a chair, a
mattress, and achieve the results in the most extraordinary position. More
than once I made her stoop forward with her head and hands resting on a
trunk, and throwing her petticoats over her head from behind, I would
regale myself by the sight of her delicious white cul, with her delicate
con peeping between her white thighs, and releasing my member from its
ordinary place of concealment, I would force it to the very hilt into her
body, her beautiful bottom just fitting the hollow of my thighs.

"One night I stripped her entirely naked as well as myself. I then strewed
a large quantity of roses on the floor and made her pick them up naked as
she was, all the time watching her by the light of the lamp; the different
postures she assumed were delicious to contemplate. I then rubbed some
essence of jasmine on her polished skin and applied some on my own body. We
threw ourselves on the bed and assumed a hundred different positions. At
last I caused her to kneel before me, and handled at will her belly, her
thighs, her bubbies, and at last, though not the least delicious, her con,
pressing the two lips together, playing with the hair on her mount,
titillating her clitoris and exploring the innermost recesses of her
vagina. She appeared to enjoy all these follies as much as myself. I then
made her incline forward on her hands and knees and mounted on her back. I
maintained this position some little time, then I brought my member down
between her two fleshy buttocks, and knocked at the trou de son cul. I did
not, however, enter there, but opening the lips of the legitimate passage
with my two fingers I inserted my dart into her ruby sheath, and a few in
and out motions soon brought down a shower of bliss.

"We now rose up, and naked as we were, sat down near the fire. I produced
a bottle of cordial with which I had provided myself, and the fire of
desire soon burned in our eyes again. We kissed each other over and over;
at last I took her by the arm and drew her from her seat in a standing
posture and tried to enter her while in this position, but I could not
accomplish it. She was so excited that she seized my member in her hand
and, dragging me to the bed, fell on her back, pulled me on top of her and
guided my instrument into her salacious slit. The bed creaked with our
motions, but I paid no attention to it and drove into her delicious body
with all my might-she returning heave for heave. We both soon discharged
copiously.

"We rested an hour, and then I inclined her with her belly on the bed. By
this means her beautiful cul was completely exposed to my attack. In the
first place, I put my instrument between her buttocks and moved it
backwards and forwards in this position. I do not know how it was, but the
head of my engine struck against le trou de son cul. The contact evidently
titillated her, for she wiggled her bottom and begged me 'l'enculer.'
Without any further ceremony I moistened the head of my instrument and,
separating the two cheeks of her fesses, I forced my vit into the narrow
passage. She aided me by every means in her power, raising her buttocks to
meet my attack. In a moment I was plunged au fond de son cul.

"How delicious it was. How tightly was my engine grasped by the narrow
sheath. I passed my hand around her belly, and put one of my fingers into
her con, titillating the lips of this seat of happiness. Cordelia was
beyond herself; she lay palpitating on her belly and her whole body was in
agitation; every thrust that I gave from behind caused my fingers to be
buried deeply into her sensitive quiver, and the cheeks of her bottom
trembled with the shock. Her sensitive vagina contracted and she discharged
before me, but when I felt my fingers moistened, I withdrew them from their
warm nest and, seizing her by her hips, pushed my member for the last time
into the narrow path, and she drew from me the liquor of love in such great
profusion that when I withdrew my lance from its asylum the white cushions
of her buttocks were inundated with my mettle.

"When all was over, I assisted her to rise and we were satisfied for the
time, for our scene had been a prolonged one. I left her after assuring her
of my devotion.

"At last the time came for me to leave school and I lost sight of the
beautiful Cordelia. When I returned home I was quite a young man and my
experience with my preceptor's daughter had lighted such a fire in me that
I was soon looking about for a means to gratify my passion. I determined
that Margaret Murdock should be the next to receive my embraces and I began
immediately to lay my plans for the purpose of effecting that object.

"Margaret was the daughter of a widow lady who resided in the village. She
was a gloriously beautiful girl, about eighteen years of age. Her hair was
a sunny auburn and hung in natural curls around a snow-white neck. She was
voluptuously made and extremely graceful. I managed to get introduced to
her, and visited the house quite frequently. I had frequent opportunities
to see her alone, and you may rely upon it, I did not let the grass grow
under my feet. In a few days I had advanced so far as to put my arms around
her waist and kiss her. Although at first she somewhat resisted those
embraces, she eventually submitted to them and even returned my kisses.

"One warm day in the spring of the year, I called at her mother's house as
usual and was informed by the servant that Mrs. Murdock was not home and
would not return before evening; but that Miss Margaret was in the drawing
room. I ran upstairs and found her seated on a rocking chair engaged in
sewing. I ran up to her and shook her by the hand, asking tenderly after
her health. She answered me with civility and I took a seat close by her
side and gazed fixedly on her beautiful face. We conversed on different
subjects a little while, then I passed my arm round her waist and kissed
her. She made no resistance but a deep blush suffused her face and neck.

"'Kiss me darling,' I whispered in her ear.

"The charming creature advanced her face toward mine and brought her lips
in contact with my own; before she was aware of it, I gently inserted my
tongue into her mouth. This species of kissing appeared to please her, for
a shiver ran through her body and I met with hers in reply. I now glided my
hand down the front of her dress and felt her plump, firm white bubbies,
first molding and pressing them, then forcing my hand as far as possible
toward her smooth belly. She murmured a few words of objection to these
enterprises on my part, so I withdrew my hand and drew her on my knees. I
now commenced to kiss her eagerly, during which time I was cautiously
raising her petticoats with my fingers; at last my hand came in contact
with her naked thighs. When I felt her deliciously formed limbs I could
scarcely restrain myself, but pressed her frantically to my heart. Margaret
appeared to be as much excited as I was and I saw her direct her eyes to
the front of my trousers, which I assure you stuck out in a very unseemly
manner.

"'Someone might come,' said the charming girl, her cheek dyed with the
deepest crimson. And she suddenly jumped from my lap and, running to the
door, shut and bolted it. She then returned to me and I drew her between my
legs.

"'I love you darling,' I exclaimed, and while speaking, I raised her
petticoats from behind with one hand until it rested on her magnificently 
formed buttocks-how firm and smooth were those white cushions and what
pleasure I took in manipulating them at will! With my unoccupied hand I
seized one of hers and brought it down on my rampant member, which was so
stiff and unruly that it was ready to burst the bonds which confined it.
Finding that she made no resistance to my proceedings, I unbuttoned the
front of my trousers, and my staff nestled itself in her grasp. She was
evidently astonished at the size and condition of my member.

"'You must be aware, darling,' I exclaimed, 'that this ought to be hidden
from sight, and you have a place proper to receive it.'

"So saying, I carried her in my arms to a sofa, and placing her on it on
her back, I threw her skirts over her head, disclosing to my gaze her body,
naked from her belly to her feet. Ye gods, how I feasted my eyes on the
glorious sight! I passed my hands over all her hidden charms, now it was
her smooth white belly, now it was her voluminous thighs, now it was her
delicious bottom and at last it was her lovely con, embowered in a mass of
auburn hair. I pressed the two lips of this abode of bliss together; I
turned my fingers in the curly thicket adorning her mount, and even
advanced one into the narrow opening of her vagina. I was now determined on
action, and seating myself on the sofa I drew her onto my lap with her face
towards me and my knees between her thighs. I let down my trousers, raised
my shirt and directed my lance towards her rubicond opening. I soon felt it
come in contact with her hairy slit. I then opened the two lips of her con
with my fingers and thumb, and jutting my buttocks forwards I felt myself
penetrate a little way into her warm vagina. I hurt her, however, a good
deal, and she begged of me to desist-but I only altered my position
slightly, and making her open her thighs to the widest extent, I again
pushed forward, but she again compelled me to stop, complaining that I hurt
her dreadfully. I explained to her that the pain would be but momentary,
and that when I had once forced a passage, the most delicious pleasures
would follow. But seeing she still resisted, I determined to try another
mode.

"I again placed her lengthwise on the sofa and threw myself on top of
her-but it was of no use, I could not enter. I withdrew from her and began
to curse my ill-luck. I kissed her, felt her con and advanced a finger into
her vagina to see what progress I had done-I found it was very little
indeed. To my great joy I saw on the chimney piece a pot of pomade. I
immediately appropriated it and anointed my staff. I now placed the dear
girl on her hands and knees on the floor and, throwing up her clothes, I
entered her from behind. It was now comparatively easy work and in a
second, her magnificent bottom was in contact with my belly, my instrument
having entered her vagina to the very hilt. I paused a moment to observe
the beauties before me, and then commenced slowly the in-and-out movement.
Margaret was already in the seventh heaven of enjoyment-her white buttocks 
shivered with the shocks of my thrusts-I passed my hand in front and
handled her bubbies, her belly and the upper part of her slit, titillating
her clitoris. At last the die-a-way moment approached and I seized her by
her buttocks and drove furiously into her-her thirsty vagina sucked from me
the essence of life which mingled with her own discharge, and she sank
exhausted on her belly.

"When she had recovered, I took her to her chamber, which was the very
next room, and we both threw ourselves on the bed, having both stripped
naked. The contact of our warm bodies soon restored our powers and we
indulged in a thousand follies. In a state of nature she appeared perfectly
lovely, and I was never tired of admiring her smooth, satin skin, her
voluptuous bosom, her swelling thighs, her whole belly and her delicious
Mons Veneris. She too gratified her curiosity by falling all over my body.
She half threw herself on top of me, and gluing her lips to mine she at the
same time amused herself titillating my testicles. While thus engaged, her
snowy bubbies beat against my chest, while her moss-covered slit rubbed
against my thigh.

"These touchings and titillations worked me up to such a pitch that I
could endure it no longer. I drew her to the edge of the bed, first placing
a pillow under her bottom, and raising one of her thighs in the air, I
rested it on my arm. By this means her lovely slit was completely exposed
to my attack. She opened the luscious lips herself with her finger and
thumb so that I could see the coral interior. I brought my staff to bear on
the inviting entrance, and with a single heave of my buttocks I completely
gorged her vagina. I rode, however, easily in the harbor, and the dear girl
experienced all the joys of a perfect conjunction without any pain. At
first my motions were slow, but as our delirium increased they grew faster.
She met my thrust by responsive heaves of her bottom until we could both
hold out no longer, but both discharged simultaneously.

"I shall not tell you, dear girls, how many times I enjoyed the beautiful
Margaret before I left her, for fear that you should think that I
exaggerate. I only know that when I quitted her apartment I was completely
exhausted, and that it took several days for me to recover my wonted
energy.

"I found Margaret adept in the science of love. She soon learned every
mode and posture for performing the sexual act and we had many, many happy
hours together.

"One day we were together in the summer house attached to the house. She
began the play of love by kissing me, and forcing her tongue into my mouth,
she imitated with that organ the conjugal act. By this mode of procedure
she illumined a fire in my body and I pressed her to my heart in delirium. 
She then unbuttoned my trousers, and seizing my instrument, rubbed it
between her hands. I drew her on my knees and raised up her petticoats at
the same time. I let down my pantaloons, and felt her naked bottom resting
against my belly. How delicious was the sensation of her warm buttocks! My
staff forced an entrance between her two thighs, and she leaned forward and
kissed it a thousand times, occasionally rubbing it against her lovely con.
She even lodged it between the two lips, and by moving her buttocks,
titillated it in this position. Supreme pleasure began to run through my
veins, and I was on the eve of discharging when, slightly raising her cul,
she guided the stiffened dart of love to the entrance of her vagina, and in
another moment, I was au fond de son cul. She leaned forward in such a
manner that I could see my staff enter in and out of her coral sheath. She
moved her buttocks, and after a few violent thrusts I felt her parts
contract on my piercer and she pumped the sperm from my testicles at the
same moment that she herself discharged profusely.

"My acquaintance with Margaret lasted four months, during which time we
took our surfeit of love's enjoyments. At the end of that time I left to
pay a visit to an uncle who lived in the village of B-, in the state of
Pennsylvania, a few miles from where I now reside. My uncle was a bachelor,
possessed of large wealth, and it was generally understood that I was to be
his heir. The village I have just referred to was a very quiet place
consisting only of about two hundred inhabitants. It contained however, a
church and a clergyman who was a widower with an only daughter. I first saw
Helen Roberts at chapel the Sunday following my arrival. I was immediately
struck with her beauty. Her features were perfectly regular and classical.
Her eyes were large, lustrous and dreamy. Her bust was faultless, and her
whole form was as if it had been molded by the god of love himself. I was
soon destined to know her more intimately.

"One afternoon, after I had been at my uncle's about two weeks, I happened
to stroll into the church and the first sight that met my eyes was Helen
Roberts herself lying fast asleep in one of the pews. The day was very warm
and she had doubtless entered the holy edifice for the purpose of resting
herself and, feeling tired, sleep had overcome her. Her dress was slightly
discomposed at her feet, revealing a considerable portion of her
magnificently formed limbs. I advanced cautiously to her side and saw that
she slept soundly. I could not resist the temptation offered me, but gently
raised her petticoats. She wore no drawers and all the secrets of her
charming person were entirely exposed to my gaze. The sight of her lovely
white belly, her naked thighs and her pretty hairy bijou inflamed me in the
highest degree, and in a moment my lance was as stiff as a poker. I passed
my hand over her belly, and although a shiver ran through her at the
contact, she did not awake. I then gently divided her thighs and handled at
pleasure all the charms of the domain of Venus. I played with the hair
surmounting that lovely spot, I inserted a finger in the passage and 
titillated her clitoris, which I found finely developed. My touches became
more and more exciting until I believe she was on the point of discharging
when she suddenly awoke and found herself in my arms. My instrument was
rubbing against her thighs, but I had not effected an entrance. The
charming girl, when she found the condition of affairs, took it in good
part; she kissed me. However, we were so excited that we both discharged
before the act of coition was effected.

"I now led her into the vestry-room near the pulpit, and seating myself on
a chair, pulled her on my knees. I unfastened her dress and, exposing her
two breasts, repeatedly kissed and handled them. I made her put one of her
feet on the table while her other leg hung between mine, by this means
leaving her thighs stretched widely apart. I forced a finger into her slit
while she seized my instrument. I commenced moving my finger, she did the
same with her hand, and in a few moments we again discharged, experiencing
the most delicious sensations.

"After a little repose we recommenced. She longed for something more
satisfying and endeavored to excite me. She seized my staff, covering and
uncovering the ruby head. She even took the whole of my rod into her mouth,
palating it with her tongue, while at the same moment she tickled my
testicles and bottom. Nor was I idle, for I pressed and kissed her bubbies,
sucking the strawberry nipples, stroking down her belly and titillating her
anus. I then kneeled down, and making her open her thighs widely apart, I
inserted my tongue into her slit, titillating the sides of her vagina and
sucking her clitoris. Helen was almost mad with the intensity of her
desires, and was ready to spend again, when she had the satisfaction of
seeing my instrument attain such an enormous size that when she again took
it in her mouth it filled it completely. Giving it a last kiss she threw
herself on a hassock and pulling up all her clothes above her navel, thus
leaving her body entirely naked from there downward, spreading her legs
open and slightly bending her knees, she exclaimed:

"'Come love, embrace me well-bury your staff into the deepest and most
secret recesses of my body. Do not spare me.'

"I did not have to be told twice, for I was on her in a moment. I gently
introduced the head of my instrument between the lips of her slit, but it
would not enter.

"It was in vain, I pushed, I could make no headway, but only gave her a
great deal of pain. After a little trying of this nature, she was getting
exhausted and told me for God's sake to finish my work. I then withdrew my
instrument, and, wetting the end of it with spittle, again brought it to
bear on the entrance of the abode of bliss. As soon as I got the head well
between the lips I began to shove. She was determined, however, to be 
aggressive with me, and with a tremendous heave of her bottom impaled
herself to the hilt on my rod, so much so that the hair surrounding our
genitals intermingled. She could not avoid shrieking out, but the pain soon
began to pass off and after a few more shoves she evidently began to
experience the most delicious sensations. Every thrust I gave sent a liquid
fire of delirium through her veins. When she felt my instrument rubbing the
sensitive sides of her vagina she appeared as if she would die with
pleasure. Her breasts rose and fell and her buttocks actually quivered with
the delights of her sensations. My motion grew faster, my testicles tingled
with delight at every shove against her bottom. She threw her legs about in
confusion and met every thrust more than halfway. She wiggled herself from
side to side on my staff. The finale came.

"'Herbert, I am coming-O God! what pleasure! Dear
Herbert-closer-clo-ser-clo-' she pantingly exclaimed, and a profuse
discharge from the innermost recesses of her body met my own.

"We got up and adjusted our clothing and I promised her I would visit her
the next night in her own room, the access to which was very easy, and I
returned home to reflect on all the pleasures I had experienced."

"Stop, Herbert," said Amy, interrupting her brother-in-law in his recital.
"Before you continue your history, you must give me relief. Your
descriptions are so voluptuous and lascivious that my slit is on fire-come,
darling, you are in fine condition."

I seconded Amy's request, being no less excited myself. Herbert was indeed
in splendid condition for performing the rites of Venus. We all rose from
the couch.

"Stand up, Amy," said Herbert. "Put one of your feet on this chair and let
the other rest on the ground. There, that's it; now your plump thighs are
widely separated and I can manipulate your pretty little con."

"Oh, do, darling," returned the delighted girl.

"Now I am going to titillate your clitoris with my tongue," said Herbert.
Amy placed herself in the position required. Herbert seated himself on the
ground between her thighs and brought his mouth in contact with her slit.
He divided the lips of her bijou with his tongue and forced it in and out
of the rosy cavity.

"Amy," said Herbert, when he had indulged in this play a few moments, "you
have got the prettiest little con in the world. What soft down adorns this 
hallowed spot! What delicious folding lips, and what a sweet morsel is your
clitoris! How glorious it is to enjoy you to one's heart's content. Just
fancy this the first time you had ever come in contact with a man. Let me
rehearse the scene: he would first of all play with your bubbies, he would
press and kiss them as I do now, he would suck these rosy nipples until he
had excited you to the last degree. He would then grow bolder, but you must
lie down for me to perform the scene properly."

Amy threw her entire length on the divan while I watched with delighted
eyes this delicious scene, enjoying it as much as if I were the recipient
instead of his beautiful sister-in-law.

"When he saw your delicious white belly," continued Herbert, "he would
shiver with delight and fasten his lips to it, thus and thus. He would then
pass his hand backwards and forwards on this smooth white plain and
endeavor to peer into the mysteries seated below. In another moment his
hand would invade your delicious little con-just as mine does now-his
finger separates the lips and he gently rubs your clitoris-you are mad with
delight, you open your thighs and wriggle your bottom under his touches. He
pushes one of his fingers into your con and moves it in and out as I do
now."

"Oh, darling, it is too much; I cannot bear it," cried the delighted girl,
writhing and wriggling her body about in the most delicious manner
possible, at the same time seizing Herbert's staff and rubbing it up and
down.

"Having toyed with each other some time," continued Herbert, "he suddenly
fixes his lips on your delicate slit, and pushes his tongue between the
lips, and while thus employed he tickles your bottom. You are just ready to
spend and beg him for heaven's sake to finish with you. He divides your
thighs as I do now and mounts you in this manner."

Herbert suited the action to the word and threw himself on Amy's belly.
She herself guided his instrument into her coral sheath, and they both
commenced the work of thrust and heave.

"Delicious, splendid!" exclaimed Amy. "I can feel your lovely instrument
in my vagina. Go on! go on!"

"He moves his bottom as I do mine-and soon discharges-as I do now. My
darling girl, your lovely slit has extracted the last drop from me."

"I too," gasped Amy, "there-th-"

I was so excited at witnessing this voluptuous scene that I was obliged to
give myself relief by rubbing my clitoris. I emitted at the same moment
they did.

"What delight I have enjoyed," said Amy when she had somewhat recovered.
"But continue your history, dear Herbert."

Herbert recommenced in the terms to be found in the next chapter.

VOLUME TWO
Chapter I
HERBERT CLARENCE'S HISTORY CONTINUED
"I was punctual to the moment with my engagement with the beautiful Helen,
and the moment I saw her I rushed into her arms. I then proceeded to strip
her of her clothes and she did the same office for me. I made her sit naked
as she was on my knee, and began kissing her body all over, caressing her
breasts and sucking the rosy tips surmounting them. I descended to her
belly, smoothing it with my hand, and then I attacked the very center of
pleasure, first putting in one finger and then another, and twisting the
hair surrounding her mount. I then made her stand with her legs wide apart,
and I kneeled before her, and put my tongue into the coral passage, giving
her intense pleasure. I seized her clitoris between my lips, at the same
time titillating the inside of her con with my finger. I thought she would
expire with delight. I stroked down her thighs with my hands. I then made
her stoop forward, by which means she exposed her handsome buttocks
completely to my gaze. I slapped them with my hand until they were as red
as a cherry. This was too much for me, for making her lean with her head on
the bed, I had a fine opportunity to enter her from the rear. I was on her
in a moment. I felt her warm buttocks rubbing against my belly while my
instrument entered a prodigious way into her body and I commenced my
movements. At every push I made I could feel my testicles strike against
her bottom. My hands at the same time were passed round her body; with one
hand I handled her breasts-with the other I rubbed the top of her slit. The
pleasure was so great that it could not last-and we both actually swooned
away when the crisis came, I falling all my length on her back and she
falling on her belly on the bed.

"A few minutes' repose served to renew our energies. I now placed a large
cushion on the bed, and taking her in my arms I made her recline against it
in such a way that I could easily enter her body while in a standing
posture. She passed one arm around my neck, the other around my body and
her two breasts beat against my chest. My instrument was soon buried in her
glowing sheath. I pushed vigorously, and her breasts rebounded, quivered
with the shock-even our very hair intermingled. She was beyond herself and
could continue her passion no longer, but opening her thighs to the utmost
extent she discharged, and I did the same, her pleasures being a hundred
times increased as she felt the warm liquor rushing into her womb.

"We soon recovered ourselves. This time I seated myself on the bed and
drew her, naked as she was onto my knees. How delicious was the sensation
of her warm bottom to my thighs! She impaled herself on the object of her
divinity-she now moved herself rapidly up and down, but I did not let her
finish in this manner, but turning her around with her face towards me, I
carried her to a sofa and lay panting and heaving on her bosom. She began
to wiggle her bottom again and in a few moments we again dissolved in
bliss.

"The time had now arrived for us to separate, and hurriedly dressing
ourselves we bade an affectionate farewell to each other. I never saw Helen
after this-for my uncle died suddenly, leaving me his heir, and Helen was
married shortly after and went south to live.

"Soon after coming into my uncle's estate I moved to New York, and took up
my residence at the St. Nicholas Hotel, determined to see a little life
before settling down as a steady man. I had been at the hotel but a few
days when I made the acquaintance of a gentleman about my own age. His name
was George Darville and he was a first-rate fellow. In the course of
conversation we struck on subjects of an amorous character and I soon
discovered that my friend was no novice in the field of Venus. That same
evening we went together to Niblo's Garden and took our places in the
parquet. Just before the curtain rose I stood up from my seat to gaze
around the house. My eyes were immediately arrested by a beautiful girl
stationed in one of the private boxes. She was the most perfect blonde I
had ever seen. Her hair was a glossy auburn, and shaded a face that might
have served for the model of Titian's Venus. Her features were regular, her
eyes a deep blue, shaded by long eyelashes which gave a dreamy expression
to her lovely countenance. Her lips were full and sensuous; a lovely
carnation hue, evidently nature's own coloring, adorned her soft velvet
cheek. Her neck and shoulders, for she wore a low-necked dress, were as
white as Parian marble and her bust was full and voluptuous. I immediately
turned to George and asked him if he knew her.

"'Why that's Harriet Wells,' said he-'the most lascivious woman in all New
York. She does nothing in the common way, not even the act of sexual
intercourse. She is a young girl of immense fortune and puts no restraint 
on her passions. But come with me and I will introduce you to her. I am in
favor with her just now and perhaps we may get an invitation to supper-if
we do I can tell you we will see a scene that you will remember to the
longest day of your life.'

"We immediately proceeded to the box where the beautiful girl was seated.
She received us with a charming smile and I was soon on terms of the
closest intimacy with her. After we had conversed for about a quarter of an
hour, she whispered something to George to which he made the reply 'all
right!' She then turned to me and asked me to sup with her that evening
after the play was over. To this invitation I gave a willing assent.

"The first act of the play was over and the curtain rose for the second.

"'What a dull piece!' said Harriet. 'Let us retire to the rear of the box,
where we shall not be seen by the audience-we can then converse with more
freedom. I dare say, you don't care about seeing the play, Mr. Clarence?"

"'Not at all,' I replied, 'I would a thousand times rather converse with
you than see the finest play in the world.'

"'That's a very pretty compliment,' said she, rising from her chair and
taking up her position at the back of the box, where I followed her.

"George now excused himself and said that he would return when the piece
was ended, leaving me alone with Harriet. In the position we had taken no
one could see us, neither from the stage nor from the theater. When we were
alone I put my arms round the lovely girl's waist and drawing her towards
me imprinted a moist kiss on her soft dewy lips and then begged her pardon
for my boldness.

"'There is no apology necessary,' said Harriet. 'I like it as much as you
do yourself, and I like men to be bold.'

"She then kissed me of her own accord and I could even feel her tongue
penetrate my lips while a deep flush of desire suffused her face.

"Thus encouraged, I grew more bold and placed my hand on her white
shoulders; I gently let it slide down inside the front of her dress and it
came in contact with her glorious bubbies. Of all the breasts I had ever
felt there were none could be compared with hers-so voluptuous, so white
and so firm. I handled them at will, pressing them and pulling down her
dress, exposing them to my ardent gaze.

"Harriet placed one of her feet on a chair and placed her other leg across
my lap. This movement raised her petticoats in such a manner that it showed
me a considerable portion of her gloriously formed limbs. In a moment my
hand was under her clothes, handling at will her lovely con. She stretched
her thighs widely to assist me in my researches-nay, more, she raised her
petticoats with her own hand and exposed to my delighted gaze the lovely
domain of Venus.

"I frantically seized the beautiful girl and stretching her length onto a
settee, I strode over her and, forcing my head between her thighs, I kissed
her mount over and over, while she nestled my rod between her breasts. I
sought out her clitoris, which I easily found, for it was extremely largely
developed, and began to titillate it with my tongue.

"'Stop,' cried Harriet-a convulsive shudder running through her system,
'you must reserve yourself for tonight.'

"I now desisted and we contented ourselves with feeling and touching only
until the piece was ended. Just before the conclusion of the play, Harriet
sent a note to the green room, and informed me that she had invited two
well-known actresses to sup with us. They were both beautiful girls-but
more of them by and by. As we were leaving the theater, George and the two
actresses who had been invited found us and we all proceeded to Harriet's
house in her carriage.

"Miss Wells resided in a magnificent mansion on Fifth Avenue. When we
entered I was struck with the elegance seen everywhere. The drawing room
especially claimed my attention. A delicious perfume was distilled in the
atmosphere and the brilliant gas burners shed an effusion of light
throughout the apartment. The most elegant furniture was spread through the
chamber, consisting of canopies, sofas and chairs of the most costly
description. On the floor was spread a carpet so soft that the sound of
footsteps was inaudible. The walls were a mass of mirrors extending from
the ceiling to the floor, relieved here and there by magnificent paintings,
representing woman's form in every attitude and every variety of costume.
In fact the most beautiful women could be seen, from those most simply clad
to those without a particle of clothing to cover their nakedness. I was
transported with the scene. I felt my blood boil in my veins with undefined
desires.

"We all five sat down to a magnificent supper and partook plentifully of
champagne. The three girls looked beautiful in the evening costumes. They
were all very lightly clad, revealing a considerable portion of their
womanly charms. Their dresses were cut very low in the neck revealing
almost the whole of their lovely breasts; their dresses too were of the
thinnest description and allowed their voluptuous limbs to be distinctly
traced through them. One of the actresses was named Ernestine, a beautiful
girl of about twenty; the other was named Isabelle, and was a year or two 
younger.

"After supper we entered a delicious boudoir evidently fitted up purposely
for performing the rites of Venus. We had no sooner entered the chamber
than Harriet exclaimed:

"'Come ladies and gentlemen, you all know what we have come here for-let's
have no reserve.'

"So saying she deliberately pulled up her skirts above her navel, and
seating herself on the ground, stretched her thighs open to the widest
extent, giving us a full view of her hidden charms. She then pulled me to
her, and unbuttoning my trousers, released my staff and began to kiss and
embrace it, titillating the head of it with her tongue. Nor was this all;
Ernestine also raised up her skirts and showed us her magnificently formed
thighs and Mons Veneris, and putting her arms round my neck kissed me
passionately. Isabelle sat down before George, and shaking her dress from
off her shoulders, she nestled his staff between her lovely bubbies. Her
petticoats too were elevated so that we could see all the lower portion of
her naked body. I glanced in the mirrors around the room and beheld a
glorious scene. First of all there was the beautiful Harriet with her
milk-white thighs, stretched widely apart and her pouting bijou, covered
with its downy moss, staring me right in the face. Then there was the
charming Ernestine with her luscious con rubbing against my thigh. While
Isabelle showed me her white buttocks with the lips of her slit peeping
between the posterior portion of her splendid thighs. Of course the sight
of these beauties fired my blood in such a manner that I was completely
beside myself-and if Harriet had continued her tit-illations with her
tongue a minute more I must have emitted in her mouth. But she suddenly
stopped.

"'Let us all strip,' she exclaimed, 'our clothes are only in our way.'

"We all seconded her motion, and in a few moments we were all as naked as
we were born. Ye gods! what a glorious sight it was for me-just imagine,
three beautiful women entirely naked before my eyes. Thighs, breasts,
bellies, bottoms, cons, all merited my admiration and deserved my embraces.
I paid my devoirs to all three without any distinction-now it was Harriet's
beautiful bubbies, now Ernestine's lovely bottom, and now Isabelle's
glorious slit. I kissed them all over, not even omitting their lovely
mounts of Venus-indeed I can say with truth that before three minutes
elapsed I had explored all three of their vaginas with my tongue. Nor had
they been passive spectators the while for they paid back with interest on
my person all that I did to them. They sucked my pego-they titillated my
testicles, they forced their fingers into the trou de mon cul. Ernestine
breathed on my belly while Isabelle slapped my buttocks. George went 
through exactly the same thing; the consequence was we were all inflamed to
the highest degree.

"When Harriet thought we were all sufficiently excited, she raised her
finger as a token for us to cease and exclaimed:

"'I proclaim myself the priestess of this assembly, and shall take upon
myself the ordering of all tableaux. First of all I give as your
motto-Voluptuousness, Lasciviousness, and Sexual enjoyment-there must be no
modesty, no shamefacedness and everybody must obey the slightest of my
commands-let them be ever so outr?. I shall make use of the common words
when referring to the organs of generation and shall expect everyone else
to do the same.' I shall still continue to use the French words, but you
must understand that whenever I do so the English common words were used by
Harriet and her companions.

"'And now to begin,' continued Harriet. 'Fond as I am of being embraced by
a man-I like almost equally well to receive the embraces of my own sex, and
still more to see others performing the desired act of copulation.' She now
sat down on a low sofa and stretched her thighs widely apart. 'My first
order is that Ernestine shall kneel before me and fete my con with her
delicious tongue and that while she is thus engaged, Mr.- shall embrace her
from behind while George shall satisfy Isabelle's pouting slit with his
magnificent staff so close to me that I can feel them both when in the
act!'

"We immediately began to work in the manner prescribed to us. Ernestine
knelt down and fastened her head between Harriet's lovely thighs, and
separating the lips of the latter's con with her finger and thumb, she
plunged her tongue into the coral cavity. The position Ernestine assumed
caused her splendid bottom to be elevated in the air, and between the
cheeks of her buttocks I could plainly discern the luscious lips of her
con. In a moment I was behind, and pointing my staff, it was quickly
imbedded in her warm vagina, the lips of her sheath clasping it like a
glove.

"George took Isabelle and placed her sitting on the sofa beside Harriet.
The lovely girl raised her thighs in the air. George rushed between them
and his instrument pierced her to the quick. Harriet clapped her hand as a
signal that we were to commence, and we all began to push for the very
life. Harriet, by means of the mirror, had the whole voluptuous scene
before her eyes. While she felt Ernestine's tongue in her salacious slit,
she could see my instrument enter in and out of the latter's con and saw
also George's rod appear and disappear in Isabelle's beautiful body. Now
more, while the two latter were thus engaged our priestess stretched out
her hand, placed it underneath Isabelle's thighs and titillated their 
sexual organs while in the act of coition-sometimes it would be the lovely
girl's clitoris, another time it would be her bottom, and another George's
pendants which she gently squeezed. These touches had the effect of causing
those two to go before we did. I suddenly saw Isabelle's eyelids
tremble-she raised her white thighs high in the air, while a convulsive
shudder of delight ran through her whole body. George's strokes now became
faster and more furious-his buttocks quivered and he fell palpitating on
his companion's belly, while a low cry from her announced that he had sent
his fiery mettle up to her very womb, meeting her own emission on the way.
About a minute afterwards I felt Ernestine's vagina embrace my penis
tightly, a convulsive trembling seized her bottom and she wiggled herself
from side to side on my staff. In another moment I had inundated her with
my sperm while she discharged so copiously that it trickled down the inside
of her beautiful thighs.

"'I too come,' said Harriet, seeing that we were all hors de combat, and
she elevated her buttocks and pressing her mount tightly to Ernestine's
face, found relief in a shower of love's dew, and then sank back exhausted
on the sofa.

"In a minute or two we all rose, washed ourselves and were ready for
another bout.

"'Seat yourself on the sofa, Mr. Clarence,' said Harriet.

"I obeyed. She came and sat on my lap and guided my stiff dart into the
innermost recesses of her con. She then leaned forward and making George
sit on the other end of the sofa, she took his staff between her
magnificent breasts and squeezing them close together, held it a tight
prisoner there. She now made Isabelle take her place by my side, and
Ernestine sat next to George-she then ordered us to put our hands on each
of their cons. We obeyed. Harriet had one of the most delicious bijous in
the world-it was so tight and warm that it embraced my pego very closely. I
forced the middle finger of my right hand into Isabelle's coral passage
while I titillated her clitoris with my thumb. With my other hand I tickled
Harriet's bottom. George did the same for Ernestine and we all moved
together. I noticed that while George's staff was moving between her two
bubbies she frequently bent forward and titillated the ruby head of his rod
with her tongue. All at once I saw the white semen gush from his engine all
over her white breasts, at the same moment that I shot my charge into
Harriet's vagina and received Isabelle's emission on my hand. Ernestine
too, almost at the same moment, bedewed George's fingers.

"This last engagement seemed rather to increase our sexual desires rather
than to quench them. Acting according to the orders of our priestess, I sat
myself on a chair before a large mirror. Isabelle came and straddled my 
thighs and Ernestine guided my engine into Isabell's lovely grotto. I cast
my eyes in the glass and had a splendid front view of my companion's
thighs, notch, etc. I could see my staff imbedded in her vagina and had a
distinct view of the luscious lips embracing it. The lovely girl was
delighted to be so thoroughly gorged. Ernestine laid on her back exactly in
front of us and Harriet knelt down before her, and with her tongue
titillated her clitoris, while George entered Harriet from behind. It was a
magnificent sight to us, and we all soon emitted.

"We now partook of some spiced wine, which had the effect of entirely
restoring our energies, and our rampant instruments proved that we were
quite ready for another engagement in the courts of Venus.

"Harriet now ordered me to lie on my back on the floor and pushed
Ernestine on the top of me. My pego entered her con. Harriet began to
tickle our genitals when we were thus joined while George entered her en
cul at the same time passing his hand in front of her and titillating her
clitoris with his finger. With her unoccupied hand, Harriet took possession
of Isabelle's con and forced two fingers in it-and in this manner we all
again succumbed. I should tire you if I were to enumerate all the manners
and modes in which we accomplished the sexual act-suffice it to say that we
kept it up until five o'clock the next morning and only ceased from sheer
inability to proceed further. During that time I had embraced three girls
in every part of their bodies-en con, en cul, between the bubbies, the
buttocks, and in short every portion of their bodies.

"I took a week's rest after this night's experience. My history is already
too long, but I have one more adventure to describe and then I have done.

"About a month after my adventure with Harriet Wells, I received a note
from an aunt of mine who kept a ladies' seminary in Westchester County, New
York, asking me to come and spend a month with her. Having no particular
business to attend to I determined to accept this invitation, thinking
perhaps I might meet with some adventures among so many young girls-besides
which I knew that my aunt had a very pretty daughter, and I thought perhaps
she and I might become better acquainted. In a few hours I was at my aunt's
door, and was received with the utmost cordiality by my aunt. I had
scarcely entered the drawing room before my cousin Emmeline made her
appearance. The moment I cast my eyes upon her I was almost struck dumb
with surprise, for she was so much more beautiful than I had expected to
find her. It was at least ten years since I had seen her; she was at that
time twelve years old and promised to be very pretty, but I never expected
to see such an embodiment of female loveliness as now appeared.

"My cousin Emmeline was twenty-two years of age. She was tall, stately and
voluptuously formed. Her face was perfectly oval and her features were 
regular almost to a fault. Her hair, which was very abundant, was a dark
glossy brown and fell in massive bands on a neck as white and pure as
alabaster. Her eyes were dark and flashing and shrouded with long
eye-lashes while her figure was perfect. She was dressed en negligee but
through her morning wrapper I could trace the round form of her voluptuous
bust.

"She received me with the utmost frankness and made no objection to the
kiss that I imprinted on her ruby lips with a cousin's liberty. During her
temporary absence from the room, her mother informed me that she was to be
married in three weeks to a very rich gentleman who was a good deal older
than herself and for whom she did not profess any deep attachment. In the
afternoon I was ushered into the schoolroom and found myself surrounded by
thirty or forty beautiful girls of all ages and styles of loveliness. Some
of them were excessively beautiful and all cast on me curious glances as if
they wondered what my business could be there.

"In the evening, my aunt, cousin and myself met in the drawing room, and
the evening was passed with music, singing and conversation. If Emmeline
looked beautiful in a morning costume, she was perfectly lovely in evening
dress. She wore her frock cut so low in the neck that the contours of her
lovely bust could be plainly seen. In fact, while she was performing on the
piano I bent over her for the purpose of turning the leaves of her music,
and as she bent forward I had a most distinct view of the two white
semiglobes of her bosom. They were separated by a white valley which led to
other hidden charms. The sight of her delicious bubbies so excited me that
I was compelled to hold my pocket handkerchief in front of me to hide the
protuberance produced by her charms.

"Several days passed, during which time I attempted to take several
liberties with my cousin-but she always stopped me at a certain point, no
doubt actuated by the fact of her approaching marriage. I was in despair
for I saw no way of accomplishing my designs. The thought struck me,
however, that if I could only succeed in exciting her passions I might move
her to my will-I determined to make my attempt. I had in my stock amorous
books, one in French, entitled: l'Academie des Dames, an exceedingly
lascivious work, interspersed with the most magnificent engravings. It was
something like Aretino's famous Putante Errante-but much more full and
complete. It purported to be a dialogue between two young girls and gave
the fullest information in all sexual matters, interspersed with vivid and
glowing descriptions of the sexual act. This book I stealthily lay in my
cousin's way, as if I had left it there by accident. I rejoiced to find
half an hour afterwards, on returning to the place where I had put it, that
it was gone, and I had no doubt but that it had fallen into Emmeline's
hands.

"The house in which my aunt resided was an old-fashioned building,
containing very large rooms, all communicating with each other. The bedroom
allotted to me was situated next to Emmeline's chamber, and there was a
communication between the two apartments by means of a closet which served
for both rooms. This closet was only divided by a green curtain. I retired
to bed very early that night-and the first thing I did was to cut a hole in
the curtain and leave my side of the closet door open. I then put out my
light and waited for events. I had not to wait long, for I soon heard
Emmeline's light step ascending the stairs. I had only just taken my
position in the closet when she entered the chamber. As luck would have it
she did not close her closet door, but immediately began to undress. Great
God! What beauties she revealed to me as she removed her garments one by
one. First it was her beautiful shoulders, next her voluptuous limbs, and
lastly her resplendent bosom, for when she stood in her chemise I had a
full view of her naked bubbies. No words that I can utter can give the
faintest idea of the glories of their form and beauty. They were beyond
comparison. She now went to her trunk and took from it a book, which I
discovered in a moment to be l'Academie des Dames and then she threw
herself, lightly clad as she was, upon the bed.

"Her couch was placed exactly opposite my hiding place, so that I had a
most perfect view of her as she reclined there. One of her milk-white
breasts was entirely bare and her chemise was raised sufficiently high for
me to see a portion of her lovely thighs. She began to read and soon I saw
a strange change take place in her. Her face grew flushed, her bosom heaved
and she began to twist her legs and thighs about in a curious manner.
Suddenly, without any previous intimation of her intention, she seized the
lower end of her chemise and slowly raised it above her navel. By this
action all her hidden charms were entirely exposed to me. Heavens! I
glanced on the picture. Imagination cannot paint the delicious sight that
met my eyes, her 'con' was one of the loveliest I had ever beheld. I could
distinctly trace the two pouting lips through a forest of umbrageous
covering-while her white belly, her delicious thighs and voluptuous breast
formed the adjuncts to a picture which I feel it is in vain for me to
attempt to describe. The lovely Emmeline still continued reading, little
suspecting that prying eyes were eagerly devouring her most secret charms.
She held the book in her left hand, her right fell carelessly by her side,
her fingers coming in contact with the hair surrounding her Mons Veneris. A
shiver ran through her system when she felt the place on which her hand had
fallen, and she instinctively raised up her thighs to admit more easily her
researches into her own beauties. The book had evidently grown now quite
interesting, for I saw the middle finger of her hand slowly separate the
pouting lips of her bijou to find a refuge in her warm vagina. She now
began to move it in and out, slowly at first. It appeared to fit very
tightly, for every onward motion brought out the myphae, and they
disappeared again when the deflowering finger advanced inwards. These 
titillations were more than the lovely girl could bear, for she threw away
the book and set earnestly about giving herself relief. Her finger now
moved with lightning rapidity in and out of her vagina, while with her
thumb she titillated her clitoris. By Heavens! 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 buttocks 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 passionately. I twined her beautiful
limbs in mine and rolled over her on the bed. I now laid on my back and,
turning her magnificent buttocks 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 passed a hand round her
hips and titillated her clitoris 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 sexes, 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 friendship 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 breasts 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
breasts was very agreeable.

"'What delicious breasts 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, passing 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 flushing with the fire kindled in me by her lascivious touchings. 'But
you exaggerate my beauties. It is true my breasts 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 breasts 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 breasts
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 cushions,
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
buttocks. 'Great Heavens! Amy, how the sight of your beauties fires me!
What magnificent buttocks, 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 titillated my vagina. 'How
charming, how delicious,' she repeated. 'Amy, I am in a blaze-my slit is on
fire. How deliciously tight your vagina clasps my finger and what a
delightful warmth is there. There! Now I have your clitoris! How stiff it
is!'

"'Dearest Florence,' I exclaimed, wiggling my buttocks, for the in-and-out
motion of her finger was more than I could bear-'your touchings and
titillations 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 buttocks 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 recumbent 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 clitoris, 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 titillated her highly excited
clitoris.

"'Great Heavens, Florence,' I exclaimed, 'what a beautiful bijou yours is!
What delicious pouting lips! What a forest of black hair and then your
clitoris-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 passage, and titillated her clitoris with the tip of it.

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

"'Amy, darling, keep on-keep on-' said Florence, almost crazy with
delight, 'pass one hand behind and press my buttocks.'

"I did as she desired and advanced one finger in the narrow canal adjacent
to the legitimate road and kept time with my tongue and finger.

"'There-that's it!' she continued, 'I am coming. Oh! now-now! there!
there! th-'

"She opened her thighs to the widest extent and lifted her legs high in
the air. A convulsive shudder ran through her frame and she discharged
profusely, appearing to be perfectly annihilated by the deliciousness of
her sensations. I threw myself by her side on the bed. After a long pause
we both rose and kissed each other tenderly.

"Such was my first initiation in the sports of Venus. Florence remained
with us some months and scarcely a day passed that we did not enjoy the
pleasures of the gods. When she left us I was for a time disconsolate-but
soon after I received an invitation to visit Herbert and my sister. He has
left it to me, dear Kate, to give the history of my first amour with him. I
shall do so, freely speaking, as if he were not present.

"I was received with the utmost kindness by my brother-in-law, and truth
compels me to state, rogue that he is, that he has always treated me with
the most unvarying affection. At the time of my visit my sister was very
sick, and I really pitied poor Herbert, that he was debarred from those
sexual enjoyments of which I felt assured he was so fond. But the thought
of taking her place never for a moment entered my mind.

"Herbert was very polite to me, and time passed very agreeably. One day I
stumbled in an obscure corner of the library on some amorous books. I
secured them and conveyed them to my chamber. I then examined them and
found that they contained pictures of a very lascivious character. In fact
men and women, as naked as they were born, were performing the sexual act.
I read them with avidity and they soon made me adept in sexual knowledge.
One evening when Herbert had gone to Philadelphia, and my sister was
confined to her chamber by sickness, I entered the drawing room with one of
those prizes in my hand, determined to enjoy it all myself. I was in a
state of delicious languor and, throwing myself carelessly on the sofa,
began to read my book. I wore a low-necked dress and the weather being warm
I had unfastened two or three of the top loops-thus leaving a considerable
portion of my breasts exposed. My dress too was disarranged at my
feet-revealing a considerable portion of my limbs. As I read, my cheeks
became flushed, my bosom heaved, and I was altogether in a state propitious
for an attack. I was suddenly startled by the sound of a voice at my elbow.

"'What is the name of that book which seems to engross so much of your
attention?' said the voice.

"I raised my eyes, and who should I see but Herbert himself gazing on me
with heightened color and burning eyes.

"'It is too bad, Herbert,' I replied, raising from my seat, revealing by
this movement a considerable portion of my legs; nay, I believe he even
caught a glimpse of my thighs, 'you ought not to come so stealthily into
the room.'

"'My dear girl, you are wrong,' replied Herbert, 'I did not come here
stealthily, but it was your preoccupation which prevented you from hearing
me enter. But you have not replied to my question-what book are you
reading?'

"'Oh, it is a stupid work I found in the library, I have only just glanced
at it and do not find it worth reading.'

"'Will you allow me to judge for myself, my charming sister-in-law,' he
replied, taking a seat by my side.

"'No, Herbert, I will not allow it,' I returned, pressing the book to my
bosom.

"'I insist,' he cried, endeavoring to snatch the work from my hands. In
the struggle his hand came in contact with my bosom and he even touched the
strawberry nipples surmounting the semiglobes. At last be conquered and
obtained possession of the book. I looked imploringly at him, but he opened
it deliberately and read the title. It was The Memoirs of a Woman of
Pleasure.

"'So, so, Amy,' said he. 'This is the subject of your studies, is it?'

"'I assure you I have not read a page of it-it appeared to me foolish and
uninteresting, and I was just about to return it to the library when you
entered.'

"He knew that I did not tell the truth, for I blushed and cast my eyes
down on the ground. He no longer hesitated, but throwing his arms around
me, pressed his lips to mine and kissed me ardently. I was astonished and
confounded and endeavored to escape him, but he held me tight and pressed
his breast to mine.

"'Herbert, Herbert, this is wrong, let me go, I beg of you.'

"He replied by pressing another kiss on my lips. It was in vain I
struggled; he appeared to be endowed with the strength of Hercules.

"'Do have done!' I murmured between each embrace, 'someone might come.'

"'My love, there is no cause for fear, there is no one in the house but
you and I. Your sister is confined to her chamber by sickness and I have
given positive orders that I am not at home to anyone. We are absolutely
alone.'

"I could not disguise the pleasure that this news gave me, for my whole
body became agitated with the warmth of his embraces, and my bosom
palpitated against his. I even dared to return his caresses, and reimbursed
with interest the kisses he gave me.

"'Amy, I love and adore you,' said he.

"'Herbert, I love you! I love you,' was the only reply that I could make.

"Again he pressed his lips to mine and sucked in my breath. He even
inserted the end of his tongue in my mouth, and he met mine, which was as
ardent as his own. I believe I should have died if nature had not given me
relief at that moment. I believe the same thing happened to him, for he
threw himself upon me, and two or three convulsive shudders ran through his
system; he then became calmer and reclined negligently in my arms.

"'My beloved, this is true happiness,' said he, 'oh, that we could remain
thus forever, and that we might never part again.'

"After a few moments repose he rose up, and leaning over me, seized one of
my hands and felt my bubbies with his unoccupied hand. The contact renewed
the fire in his body and his eyes reassumed their brilliance. When I felt
his hand descend on my breast, I shivered and made a pretense of snatching
it away, but it was in vain. He cautiously unhooked my dress; I no longer
restrained him. My frock fell off my shoulders and my naked bust was
entirely exposed to his view. He passed from one to the other of my ivory
globes, as he called them, and molded them with his hands, playing with the
nipples and applying his lips to them so that he almost sucked my life
away. But he was not yet satisfied. He knelt down before me and, placing
his head between my bubbies, began to play with my feet. I made but little
resistance and he began to raise my petticoats. He touched my legs, he
reached my knees, and at last his hand came in contact with my fleshy
thighs. He rested here a moment and excited me by kisses. I trembled in his
grasp like a leaf-my desires overcame me and I was completely in his power.
He then became more bold and his agitated hand ascended the marble columns
which would lead us to the center of love. At last he reached my bijou and
ran his fingers in the down covering that mossy spot-he even forced one
more bold than the rest between the lips, and gently rubbed my clitoris. It
was too much for me, I opened my thighs to the widest capacity and
absolutely cried with pleasure. He then raised his head from my palpitating
bosom, and applied his lips where he had just put his hand. He kissed my 
Mons Veneris a thousand times, and inserted his tongue between the folding
lips; he again sought out my clitoris and played with it at will. But this
could not continue long. I was absolutely drunk with delirious joy.

"'Oh, what pleasure!' I cried, 'do what you will with me, my dear
Herbert.'

"His only reply was to divest himself of his clothes; he then performed
the same office for me, and we were both naked as we were born. He turned
me round and round-he patted my buttocks and caressed my body all over. My
hands too were not idle. I seized his magnificent instrument and gently
rubbed it and tickled his purse. We were both almost crazy. He then
reclined me on my back on the sofa and threw himself on the top of me. I
eagerly opened my thighs to receive him and guided his fiery dart to the
entrance of my 'con.' He entered the lips and met a little resistance, but
was not to be conquered, for raising my buttocks I gave a sudden heave
upwards, and his instrument was suddenly imbedded in the sheath destined by
nature to receive it. Then commenced the delicious movements. The motion
was delightful. I looked around me and saw our naked bodies reflected in
the mirrors. I could see his instrument entering in and out of my coral
sheath. At last the consummation came.

"'Oh, Herbert,' I cried-'I die! I die!  clos-er!  closer-clo-'

"Thus muttering, I closed my eyes. My eyelids trembled and with a
convulsive movement I threw my legs around his loins and pressed him so
tightly that I almost took away his breath. All was over, for I felt the
essence of love rush into my thirsty womb, while I at the same moment
poured down my share of Venus' libations. My hold relaxed and we both fell
all our lengths on the couch.

"After remaining without motion a few minutes, he kissed me again, for he
was not yet satisfied. He soon rekindled my desires.

"He rose from the couch, and raising me up, placed me on its edge and
again commenced his labor of love. With one hand he raised one of my arms
in the air in such a manner as to leave my bosom entirely at his
discretion. He took one of the nipples in his mouth and pressed me to him
with his other hand. My thighs were widely separated and he had no
difficulty in entering my vagina. He slightly bent his knees and was soon
buried in my grotto. How delicious was the sensation of his lovely engine
rubbing against the sides of my vagina. I assisted him by every means in my
power, and in a short time we were again inundated with our mutual
emission.

"Such, my dear Kate, was the manner in which I first became carnally 
acquainted with Herbert. How many times we have enjoyed each other since, I
need not tell you. But this I do assure you, no other man has enjoyed me
but Herbert, and as long as he is kind to me no other shall. My history is
ended."

We thanked the charming girl for her confession. It was now getting
daylight and almost time for us to separate. During Amy's recital we had
partaken freely of spiced wine, and all of us felt almost as vigorous as
ever; we decided we would not separate until we could enter the lists of
love no more. Herbert brought a new auxiliary to our pleasures into the
field, for going to a cupboard, he took from it an India-rubber dildo,
which he strapped round Amy's waist.

And placing me on my side on the couch he made Amy insert the dildo into
my vagina, while she put her finger on my clitoris and began to rub it, at
the same time moving her buttocks as if she were a man. He then went behind
me and entered me en cul. Amy acted her part splendidly. Herbert passed his
hand over her bottom and inserted his finger in her sheath. Both Herbert
and Amy moved together, and I had the delicious pleasure of enjoying a
double embrace. Herbert's finger too, was active, and we all discharged
simultaneously.

After we had recovered we danced naked about the room. Herbert kissed our
breasts, bottoms and mounts. He placed his staff between our bubbies, he
tickled our clitorises, and committed a thousand other follies. At last he
lay down on the couch and pulled Amy on the top of him. She guided his
instrument into her coral sheath, and moved herself rapidly up and down,
while I clapped her broad white bottom with my hand until they were cherry
red, and while I was thus engaged, Herbert's toe entered my slit, and in
this manner we all again discharged.

It would tire the reader to tell all the ways we adopted to arrive at the
same result. Herbert embraced us en con, en cul, between the bubbies,
between the buttocks-in fact in every possible mode and we did not separate
until we were thoroughly exhausted and until the morning sun was several
hours in the heavens.

Chapter III
A CHANGE OF FORTUNE
The very next day following our orgy, I received a letter from my father's 
lawyer informing me of the death of my only surviving parent, at the same
time informing me that he had left all his property to be divided equally
between my brother and myself. His wealth was large, for his habits had
been penurious, and I found myself the possessor of at least $10,000 a
year. This of course entirely altered my prospects in life and it was
natural that I should immediately throw up my engagement as governess and
return home for the purpose of assisting the settlement of my father's
affairs.

I bade an affectionate farewell to Herbert and Amy, and even shed tears at
parting with them. In due time I reached home. How still and quiet the
place seemed! My brother was abroad, so that everything connected with the
property was left to me. I worked energetically and soon produced something
like order. I had been home about a week when I received another letter
from my father's lawyer, who resided in New York, stating that my presence
was absolutely required in that city to sign certain documents relative to
my father's property, and advising me to come at once. I did not hesitate
to obey his wishes, and that same evening entered the cars for New York.

It was about six o'clock when we started, and I took a seat in the rear
end of the car. For some miles I was alone, but a young gentleman of about
eighteen got into the car from a way station and sat down by my side. I
could see by the dim light that he was very polite and we had quite an
agreeable conversation together.

By and by it grew quite dark, for the lamp stationed in the middle of the
car threw very little light where we sat. Our conversation grew more
confidential, I may even say affectionate. The young gentleman grew
somewhat bold, and taking my hand, pressed it in his. The novelty of the
situation and the fact that for ten days I had tasted no sexual pleasure
rendered me oblivious to all resemblance of modesty and I allowed him to do
as he pleased. Nay, I even encouraged him, for I allowed my hand to fall as
if by accident on a certain protuberance in front of his pantaloons. I had
no sooner touched this sensitive spot than a shiver ran through him and he
immediately retained my hand there as a prisoner.

All reserve now left him. He had spread a shawl over our knees so that our
actions could not be seen by the other passengers. I suddenly felt the
rogue dragging up my skirts and petticoats, and in a few moments his hand
was on my naked thigh; he glided over it and his fingers came in contact
with the hair covering my Mons Veneris. He had already divided the lips of
my coral cavity with his digits and was advancing one in the very center of
my vagina when the train entered Philadelphia. Of course this put a stop to
his progress, and we were compelled to assume a decent position.

He was very attentive to me on the boat when we crossed the Delaware, but 
he had no opportunity to renew his enterprises. At last we were safely
seated in one of the Camden and Amboy Railroad cars. As luck would have it
the car was very empty, there not being more than two other persons in it
besides ourselves. We took our places as far from them as we could. The
young gentleman turned the seats so that he now sat opposite to me.

The train had not left the station a hundred yards before he commenced
operations by making me rest my two feet in his seat, one on each side of
him, so that he sat between my thighs. He now raised my petticoats and
amused himself by feeling my thighs, bottom and slit. He played with me for
some minutes, titillating the interior of my vagina with his finger,
pressing my thighs and tickling my bottom. In the meantime I had released
his instrument from its place of confinement, and grasping it in my hand, I
covered and uncovered its red head, and at the same time tickled his
testicles. After a little time he drew me to the very edge of the seat and,
pointing his rod, entered my salacious slit. After a few pushes which sent
a thrill of delight through me, he turned up all my clothes and regaled
himself with the sight of his engine entering in and out of my coral
sheath. I responsively moved my buttocks in answer to his thrusts and in a
few minutes we both discharged profusely.

Four times did he thus embrace me during our journey from Philadelphia to
New York, and four times did I pour down my libation of love's dew. We
parted the best of friends, and from that day to this I have never seen him
but the pleasure I enjoyed with him will never be effaced from my mind.

Late the next day I called on Mr. Ralph Pitman, my father's lawyer. I
found him to be a fine looking man of about thirty-six years of age. He was
nearly six feet high, and stout in proportion. He appeared to be very
strong and evidently enjoyed the most robust health. He received me very
warmly and I saw his fine eyes sparkle when he gazed on my womanly charms.
My business with him was soon concluded and it was decided that he should
visit my late father's residence the ensuing week for the purpose of
finally settling up his affairs.

I made up my mind that I would return home the next day, as the city with
all its noise and confusion was not agreeable to my taste. The next morning
I walked out on Broadway for the purpose of making a few purchases, when
who should be the first person I met but Laura Castleton, my old teacher at
B Seminary-and the first who initiated me in the delights of love.

Laura was dressed in the height of fashion and was as beautiful as ever.
She recognized me immediately and kissed me affectionately. We immediately
adjourned to Taylor's, where we could converse in private. I told her
everything that had occurred to me since I had seen her, disguising
nothing. Her eyes sparkled and her bottom heaved when I depicted all the 
love scenes I had gone through.

"And now, dear Laura," said I, when I had finished, "tell me what you are
doing now."

"I am the mistress of the head maison de joie in New York."

"What!" I returned, "do you mean to tell me that you keep a house of that
kind?"

"I do indeed, and a delightful time I have of it."

"How I should love to know its mysteries."

"That you can easily do-come and spend tonight with us. You shall see
everything without being seen yourself. I have twenty-four magnificent
girls living with me and every one of them will be gloriously embraced
tonight, you may depend upon it. The rooms are so arranged that we can see
everything that transpires in them. Say you will come."

"My dear, I should love to-only tell me where it is, and at what hour I
should come."

"I live at No.-Mercer street, and come at seven o'clock."

"I will be there, you may depend on it."

Soon after this we separated. I made my purchases, put off my departure
until the next day, and at the appointed hour I was at Laura's door.

My old friend met me at the entrance.

"You have just come in time," said she, "for Horace Greenwood has just
taken Olivia, one of the handsomest of my boarders, upstairs. She is from
New Orleans and one of the most lascivious girls I ever saw; I have no
doubt we shall see some fun."

So saying she led me upstairs and ushered me into a closet which
communicated with the adjoining room. Olivia and her friend were already
there. I was struck with the beauty of the couple. The girl had intensely
black hair and eyes, the latter of which were lighted up with desire and
passion. Her bust, which her low-necked dress allowed to be seen, was
really magnificent. Her companion was a fine handsome young fellow of
twenty-two or twenty-three.

"Well, darling," said Horace, pressing her voluptuous bosom close to him, 
"I have come to see you again. The thoughts of once more tasting the
delights of your lovely person has kept me in a continued state of
excitement all day. My staff is in a state of the fiercest erection."

"Let me have oracular demonstrations of the fact," said Olivia, opening
his pantaloons in front; out jumped his member, stiff and erect as a poker.

"Oh you bad boy," she continued, taking it in her hand and rubbing it up
and down-"how gloriously still you are. I must kiss you then, you bad
child."

So saying, she took his member in her mouth and rolled her tongue over it,
at the same time tickling his testicles.

"Great God!" he cried, "this is too much-I shall spend, dear girl, if you
do not cease. All my blood is in a flame."

"'It is so delicious, I hate to give it up," she returned, giving it a
last kiss. "But I am excited as much as yourself. Slip your hand underneath
my petticoats and feel how stiff my clitoris is."

He lifted up her skirts and took possession of Olivia's luscious con with
his hand and evidently found the little sentinel as stiff and firm as his
own lance, for I saw by his motions that he was rubbing it between his
fingers.

"How delightful," said Olivia, a shudder of delight running through her
frame. "It is too much! Stay! let me open my thighs a little wider-there,
that is much better, now you can manipulate my slit a great deal easier.
What intense pleasure! Rub my clitoris harder and titillate the interior of
my mount with your other finger."

"Yes, darling, I will, but, your petticoats are in the way," replied
Horace. "I want to see my finger enter in and out of your luscious grotto."

"I will soon remedy that," she replied, lifting her petticoats above her
navel, thus exposing her magnificent thighs, a portion of her white belly,
and above all, her delicious con.

"How beautifully you are made, dear Olivia," said Horace, devouring with
his eyes the luscious sight before him. "What a luscious belly, and then
this masterpiece of nature-this splendid bushy mount what words can I find
to express its beauties-what fine silky down surrounds this luscious little
con! How deliciously the lips pout, inviting a visitor. Let me examine the
interior of this abode of happiness."

So saying, Horace seated himself on the ground between Olivia's thighs.
With the fingers of one hand he opened the lips of her slit and peered
curiously into the ruby cavity. He passed the other hand behind her,
molding and pressing her buttocks, even advancing one finger into the
narrow passage adjacent to the haven of love. After continuing this play
for a minute or two, he inserted his tongue between the lips of her bijou,
titillated the interior of her grotto, sucking her clitoris. Olivia was
almost mad with pleasure, and showed it by opening her thighs to the widest
extent. When she felt his tongue come in contact with her clitoris she
experienced the acme of delight.

"Stop, dear Horace," said Olivia, throwing her arms around his neck, "or I
shall spend I shall indeed-Oh darling, darling-for heaven's sake, stop."

"It is a hard matter to leave the interior of your luscious grotto," said
Horace withdrawing his tongue from her slit and looking into her face. "The
sensitive folds of your vagina embraced my tongue so deliciously, and your
clitoris is so beautiful that I hate to give it up. But, darling, let me
see your beautiful bubbies."

"How fond you are of molding and pressing a woman's breasts," returned
Olivia, unhooking her dress and shaking it off her shoulders, thus exposing
her magnificently developed semiglobes. "Then here they are. Do what you
like with them. See how stiff and firm the nipples stand out."

Horace then began to toy with her breasts, molding and pressing them and
then sucking their rosy nipples. While he was thus engaged, Olivia took
possession of his staff of love-capping and uncapping its large ruby head.

"This is too beautiful," said Horace, burying his head between her
breasts. "I can contain myself no longer. Come dearest, let us perform the
last act of love-I must embrace you. You see how eager my member is to
enter your delicious con."

"I assure you my slit is not less eager to receive it. Dear Horace, I burn
for you-come, my dear angel-come! Embrace me. Bury this delicious
instrument into the deepest recesses of my vagina. Do not spare me-push it
in to the very hilt, make your testicles knock against my bottom. Come,
darling, into me quick. See-I open the portals for you-there-now you have a
fair mark-come darling-come!"

While she was thus speaking, she half reclined herself on the sofa and
opened her thighs to the widest extent. He then divided the lips of her
salacious con with a finger of each hand and revealed the interior of that
ruby grotto. Horace rushed between her thighs, and passing one arm around
her neck, brought his instrument to the entrance of her slit. Olivia placed
one of her feet on a table, standing close by the sofa, thus stretching her
thighs as widely apart as possible. In another moment he was plunged to the
very hilt in her body.

"There, dear girl, you have it now," said Horace-when his instrument was
clasped by the lips of her coral sheath. "Oh, how deliciously warm your
vagina is! Oh, how tightly your lovely con clasps my penis, and your
delicious belly, how soft it is! Your charming bubbies too, how
delightfully they beat against my chest! Stay, I must suck the nectar from
those rosy lips once more." He continued bending forward and took one of
the strawberry nipples in his mouth, at the same time continuing his
energetic thrusts. "There, how heavenly! how delicious! how exquisite!"

"It is too much, darling!" returned Olivia, throwing her legs around his
loins. "Closer-closer still. Look in the mirror and see how deliciously
your penis fills my vagina. Stay, let me raise my thighs a little, you will
see it better then. There, now you see it. How lusciously it enters in and
out of the coral cavity-now-I can see its ruby head-now it is lost in the
hair covering my mount," (his strokes quickened) "Oh! Oh! I can stand no
more," she continued, wiggling her buttocks. "Dear love, I spend-I come-I
come!  Oh! Oh-."

"I too am coming-there, dear Olivia-come! come!"

During this scene their motions had increased rapidly. Horace giving
violent thrusts and Olivia meeting him with corresponding motions of her
buttocks. As the climax approached they seemed crazy with excitement and at
the moment of emission their legs and thighs mingled together in confusion.

You may be sure that I was no passive inspector of this scene; during its
continuance, Laura had taken possession of my Mons Veneris, and with her
finger sought to give my excited feeling relief. At the moment of their
discharge, I too succumbed, and was so much overcome that I was compelled
to sit down to catch my breath for a few minutes.

When I had somewhat recovered I again took my station at the post to enjoy
commanding a view of the chamber.

Horace was now stretched lengthwise on the sofa; he was perfectly naked
and Olivia was lying on the top of him, also stark naked. His arm was
passed around her loins and he pressed her tightly against his belly. His
left hand rested on her shoulder. Her mouth was fixed to his, and her
breasts rested on his chest. Her thighs were stretched widely apart and
Horace's staff was so deeply imbedded in Olivia's slit that the very hair
of their genitals intermingled. They evidently experienced intense
pleasure. Olivia's buttocks were elevated high in the air and she moved 
them energetically. Every time she raised her bottom I could see Horace's
lance entering in and out of the lips of her bushy mount, and sometimes I
could even see the rosy head of his dart as he plunged it again and again
into her coral slit. This motion became more rapid, and soon the lips of
Olivia's glorious con seemed to contract and embrace Horace's staff
closely. She then gave two or three convulsive struggles and ended by
falling without motion on Horace's belly, at the same moment I saw the
sperm trickle down her thighs.

"They have done for the night," whispered Laura to me. "Come with me and I
will show you something else. For I am very much mistaken if Rose has not a
visitor by this time."

So saying we left our place of concealment and entered a similar apartment
at the other end of the corridor. We entered a closet in this room and
peeped through some cracks in the boarding into the next apartment.

I saw a very pretty little plump girl entirely naked on her hands and
knees on the bed, presenting her delicious white buttocks with her lovely
slit, shaded with brown hair between them. Behind her was a tall, fine
looking man, about forty years of age, also naked. In his hand was a
birch-with which he was gently tickling the lovely girl's bottom.

"What does this mean?" I asked of Laura.

"That girl you see there is Rose Monson," she replied. "Nothing gives her
so much pleasure as to be soundly whipped on the bottom by her lover. They
always begin in this way. Her companion is George Coulson, a very rich
gentlemen-but watch them and you will see something amusing."

I peeped again and saw that George was using the rod a little more freely
than when I had first looked, already the cheeks of her buttocks were
turned a rosy hue. His instrument was so stiff that it stood boldly up
against his belly.

"Harder, George," murmured Rose, her face buried in the pillow. "I
scarcely feel it, harder my dear boy, flog me harder."

George obeyed her wishes and let fall a shower of cuts on her plump
backside. He continued this for a minute or two, when suddenly throwing
down the rod he rushed to her, and to my surprise instead of entering her
by the legitimate road, he entered her en cul-and passing his hand in front
of her, buried two of his fingers in her hairy mount. Every thrust of his
buttocks sent his fingers deeper into her vagina, giving her intense
delight. Suddenly I saw her put her hand between her own lily-white thighs
and tickle his testicles; it immediately brought on an emission from both 
of them and they sank exhausted on the bed.

Laura now led me to another apartment and again we took up our position.
Here I saw a strong man standing in the middle of the room, holding in his
arms a naked girl. Her arms were clasped around his neck and her thighs
around his hips. His instrument was buried to the very depth in her vagina;
he had one hand clasped round her body and the other supported her bottom.
He moved her rapidly up and down. Every time he did so his staff entered in
and out of her cavity and in a few moments they both discharged.

In the next chamber I saw a somewhat different scene. A beautiful girl,
entirely naked, was seated on a low ottoman with her lovely thighs
stretched widely apart. Her lover was kneeling on the floor before her and
was caressing her lovely con with his tongue. I was so placed that I could
see his organ of speech enter in and out her ruby sheath-the lips of which
appeared to caress it lovingly. This act alone was sufficient to make him
discharge copiously at the same moment that his tongue made her dissolve in
bliss.

In another chamber a couple appeared to relish giving themselves manual
pleasure instead of the act itself. For a lovely girl reclined on the bed
with nothing but her chemise on, but still having her breasts and the lower
portion of her body bare. Her companion lay by her side-he had his fingers
imbedded in her slit, while she had hold of his instrument. They moved
their hands together while he had hold of her bubbies and tickled her
bottom with his other hand. A few rapid motions caused the sperm to fly
from his staff, and he drew his finger dripping from her vagina at the same
moment.

Another couple had chosen a strange way to satisfy their desires. The girl
lay with her head on a pillow near the edge of the bed. The man was behind
her and had passed her thighs around the upper part of his chest-supporting
her belly with his hand. They were closely joined together-he appearing to
be able to enter a prodigious way into her by this mode-her bottom almost
touching his face. While he embraced her, he bent his head forward and
kissed her buttocks. They both soon emitted.

I saw a great many other couples, but as they were for the most part a
repetition of what I have already described, I shall omit referring to
them. I thought I had seen all when I suddenly heard a ring at the bell,
and almost immediately afterwards I heard a gentleman's voice say something
in French in the hall.

"It is Alphonse de la Tour," said Laura. "Now I shall have to show you
something really worth seeing. He is the particular friend of Eudoxie, the
most beautiful girl in my whole establishment and more amorous and 
lascivious than all of them put together. She is lately from France, and
does not speak a word of English. She is perfectly crazy when enjoying the
sexual act and acts in the most preposterous manner. Her naked body is
worth going a hundred miles to see, she is so gloriously beautiful. But
come, let us get to her room first for it is best not to miss the slightest
preliminary of their love meeting."

I was very curious to see this paragon and followed Laura to her chamber
which joined that of the French girl. We were soon installed in a
convenient place of observation. We had been there but a few moments when
Eudoxie, followed by her lover Alphonse, made her appearance. At the first
glance I cast on the girl I was struck perfectly dumb at her surpassing
loveliness. She was about nineteen years of age. Her face was perfectly
oval and her features as regular as if they belonged to a Grecian statue.
Her complexion was a rich brown. Her hair was intensely black and hung in a
thousand little ringlets on her magnificently formed neck and shoulders.
Her eyes were shaded with long black eyelashes-her teeth were beautifully
white and regular, her arms might have formed a model for a sculptor, while
her bust, which her low-necked dress allowed to be seen, was the most
beautiful I had ever beheld. Imagine two lovely globes of snow which were
so beautifully developed that they seemed to struggle to get free from the
slight bonds that confined them. Every breath she drew caused those
magnificent orbs to heave in sight. Her hips were fine, her figure
magnificent, and her hands and feet excessively small.

Her companion was a fine, handsome young man of about thirty. He was well
made, evidently of a very amorous disposition. The moment they entered the
chamber she ran up to her lover and throwing herself in his arms, imprinted
some hot kisses on his lips. I could even see her velvet organ of speech
enter his mouth in search of his, and they remained for a moment glued
together. Suddenly the amorous girl released one of her divine breasts from
its bonds of confinement and pushed it forward for him to kiss.

"Baisez mon t?ton, mon cher Alphonse, je meurs pour vous!" (Kiss my
breast, my dear Alphonse. I die for you) said she.

And she herself slipped the rosy nipple in his mouth. While he was thus
engaged she kissed his hair, his ears and forehead.

"O foutez-moi-foutez-moi-mon cher,  Mon con est en feu!" (O fuck me, fuck
me, my cunt is on fire) she exclaimed.

And with that she began to tear off his clothes, and in a few moments he
was quite naked. She then, with trembling fingers, began to disrobe
herself, and every garment she took off only revealed new beauties. At last
she stood with nothing on but her chemise.

"Otez ma chemise. Je suis si excit?e, que je ne le puis pas." (Take off my
chemise I am so excited that I cannot do it.)

Alphonse slipped her sole remaining garment over her head and she stood in
all her naked beauty before us. I had seen many naked women, but none to
compare to Eudoxie; she was grace, beauty and voluptuousness combined. Her
skin was dazzling white, her limbs models of beauty-her tapering legs, her
plump thighs, her white belly, her magnificent buttocks and her mount of
Venus, were the most magnificent objects I had ever beheld.

The moment she was naked, she knelt down before the object of her
adoration (the position she assumed slightly opening the lips of her slit,
and giving me a glimpse of the coral interior) and, taking his instrument
in her hands, she nestled it between her breasts, and bending her head
forward, kissed it again and again. She then rose to her feet again and
making him lie with his back on the bed, she kissed his whole body, now it
was his staff, now it was his testicles-now she even caressed his buttocks.
She placed one of his feet against her mount and, dividing the lips with
her fingers, forced his toe into her coral sheath and moved herself rapidly
up and down on it. This curious proceeding was very exciting to behold and
her lascivious caresses caused Alphonse's instrument to assume a prodigious
state of erection. Now she got on the top of him and, turning her bottom to
his face, impaled herself on his staff. I saw its bulbous head distinctly
separate the luscious lips of her slit, and then beheld it slowly disappear
in her sensitive vagina. But she only kept it there for a minute, for
jumping up again she placed it between the fleshy cushions of her buttocks,
and holding it there with her hand, moved her bottom up and down. Then she
suddenly turned around and rubbed her white belly against it-now she put it
between her swelling thighs-now her armpit. In fact, there was no part of
her body to which she did not conduct it. These manipulations were more
than the young Frenchman could bear. He suddenly rose up and pressing her
palpitating body in his arm, he laid her on her back on the bed. She opened
her lovely thighs to the widest extent and revealed to him all the delights
of the domain of Venus. How can I describe the spectacle that we saw from
our hiding place! An eminence shaded with a mass of hair as black as jet,
the beauties of which the most delicate pencil could not trace. In a moment
he was between her magnificent thighs. Eudoxie seized his member and guided
it into the delicious interior of her rosy con. It grasped his penis like a
glove. Eudoxie was almost wild with excitement, she breathed short, and her
bubbies rose and fell in the most delicious confusion. Their images were
reflected in the mirrors surrounding the apartment. It was a glorious
sight. There lay Eudoxie extended on the bed, her head reposing on the
pillow, and her long hair streaming by the side of the bed. One of her legs
rested on the ground while the other was a little elevated, by this means
extending her thighs to the widest capacity. Alphonse was between them, his
staff buried in her con, with one of his hands molding a globe of snow
while the other was passed round her body. How delicious the contact
appeared to be.

He suddenly leaned forward and imprinted a thousand kisses on her lips; he
then withdrew himself slowly from her, only, however, to plunge more deeply
into the innermost recesses of her con. So delicious, so transporting, so
celestial was the pleasure that they both felt, that Eudoxie threw her legs
around his loins and pressed him closely to her and they twisted and
writhed in each other's arms. Eudoxie suddenly exclaimed:

"O Ciel! quel transport! O, O, O!" (O heavens! what transport.)

And finishing with a prolonged sigh, she poured down her tribute to the
god of love, and then with a few convulsive heaves of her divine bottom,
she let go her hold and fainted away. He also emitted copiously and fell
annihilated by her side. In a few moments they had both recovered. Eudoxie
wiped Alphonse perfectly dry and her lover performed the same office for
her. Neither of them appeared to be satisfied, for I could see that the
Frenchman's instrument was still in a state of fierce erection and Eudoxie,
by her touches and manipulations, proved that she was as amorous as ever.
They now performed a strange action which only shows how foolish young
people can be when they sincerely love each other.

Eudoxie went to a cupboard and took from it a bottle of champagne. She now
placed herself on the edge of the bed in a half reclined position. Alphonse
sat on the floor with his head underneath her thighs so that his mouth came
in contact with her hairy mount. Eudoxie now uncorked the champagne and,
drinking a glass herself, she poured another glass on her belly in such a
manner that it ran down to her slit, and from there into Alphonse's mouth.
He swallowed it with the greatest gusto and the operation was continued
until the bottle was emptied. This sight, strange as it was, inflamed me
wonderfully. The parties were so beautiful and every portion of their
bodies so scrupulously clean that all disgust was removed. The bottle was
no sooner empty than they again proceeded to satisfy their amorous desires.
Alphonse lay on the ground, resting his head on a low stool. She straddled
his face so that her Mons Veneris came in contact with his mouth. As she
stood exactly opposite our place of concealment, we could see his tongue
enter in and out of her luscious sheath; while he was feting her con, he
advanced a finger into the narrow passage adjacent to the legitimate road
and kept time with his tongue and finger. Every time his tongue came in
contact with her clitoris, a convulsive shudder ran through her and her
bottom moved responsively to his titillations. At last they both
succumbed-he from the force of imagination and she from the actual contact
of his organ of speech on her excited clitoris.

It was now quite late, and after Alphonse had departed, the house closed
for the night. I bade my friend an affectionate farewell and returned to my
hotel. The next day I started for home.

Chapter IV
MY FATHER'S LAWYER
When I arrived home I busied myself putting my father's papers in order,
and was so absorbed by the occupation that not even an amorous thought
entered my head. This took me a whole week and I had only just finished
when Mr. Ralph Pitman was announced. I received him very cordially and
treated him so freely that he soon felt quite at home. He had been there
but two days when we so far understood each other that he ventured to kiss
me. I made no resistance. From his manner of kissing I saw that he was of
an excessively amorous temperament, and the fact that I had been ten days
without indulgence in sexual pleasure made me very desirous of tasting his
capabilities in the school of Venus.

The next day I entered the library rather suddenly and found my friend
deeply engaged in a book. When he saw me he hastily endeavored to conceal
the volume.

"What are you reading, Mr. Pitman?" I asked.

"Something that I cannot show you, Miss Percival," he replied.

"Nonsense," I returned. "You need not be afraid, I can look at anything."

"You will not be angry or offended if I show you this book?" he exclaimed.

"Certainly not-I wish to see it, and rest assured that whatever it may
contain will neither offend me nor shock me."

"Then take it and judge for yourself," he answered after a moment's pause,
at the same time giving me a burning kiss which sent a thrill through me.

I opened the book and found it to be one of a most lascivious character,
filled with amorous pictures. I gloated over these engravings and felt my
blood all on fire. The engravings were from steel plates and represented
the famous thirty-two positions of Aretino. As they were extremely curious
I will give a short description of them to the reader. Their titles were in
French and consisted of as follows: first, La Patte Debout represented a
man and woman standing face to face with his instrument plunged deeply in
her coral cavity; second, La Grue-the same position, but with one of the
legs raised in the air; third, La Porte de Devant represented a woman
seated with a man standing between her thighs, her lustful crevice
completely filled by his instrument, while her legs closely embraced his
ribs; fourth, Le Cheval Fondu represented a girl on her hands and knees,
while a man was embracing her from behind, her head being reclined forward
and her bottom elevated; fifth, L'allemande the same position with the
addition that the man has his hands on her con; sixth, La Brebis-the same
position with the woman resting her hands on the ground; seventh, Faire des
Chandelles de Suif-the girl seated across the thighs of the man; eight, A
L'arbre-the same position but with the girls legs raised, and with her feet
placed against the man's buttocks; ninth, L'enfant Qui Dort-the girl
leaning against the man's stomach, her shoulders against his right arm, and
her two legs resting on his right thigh; tenth, L'?tendue-the girl lying
down on her back and the man standing between her thighs, embrace her in
front, in which position he can see his instrument working in her con,
eleventh, Au dos Press?  a girl seated on a man's highs with her legs
wrapped around his loins; twelfth, Cornuse-the same position, where a man
rests one of the girl's thighs on his arm and presses the other down
against his buttock; thirteenth, Se Seoir Au Col-the same position when he
raises one leg in the air; fourteenth, Chaussebotte, a man taking the two
lips of the girl's con, and drawing them on his penis; fifteenth, Courir la
Bague-a man running towards a girl with thighs extended to receive him, and
in this manner inserting his instrument into her con; sixteenth, A la
Plaine-the woman extended all her length on her back, with the man lying
between her extended thighs; seventeenth, A la Grenouille-the same position
with the woman resting her feet on his heels; eighteenth, La Jannette-the
man lying all his length on the top of a woman; nineteenth, A
L'ondrenette-when the girl stoops forward and the man embraces her in a
standing posture from behind; twentieth, Au Profil-a girl and her companion
lying on their sides; twenty-first, A la Botte Badine-the man with one of
his legs resting on the woman's flank; twenty-second, Derri?re en Con-a
woman lying with her back to a man, with one of her legs raised in the air;
twenty-third, Riche en Fleuve-the man lying across a woman, belly to belly;
twenty-fourth, Chevaucher l'Asne-the woman lying on the top of a man with
his instrument in her con; twenty-fifth, A la Gal?re-the same position with
her side turned to the man; twenty-sixth, Chevaucher en Bast-the woman
lying across him; twenty-seventh, A la Mauresque-the man seated on the bed
with his legs open, the woman seated in the same position, but with her
thighs resting on his; twenty-eighth, Au Clyst?re-the girl with her bottom
brought to the edge of the bed, separating her buttocks with her hands, and
the man standing behind, imbedded in the trou de son cul; twenty-ninth,
Sonner du Cul-the woman seated on the edge of the bed with her feet resting
against the wall, and during the act of coition she keeps raising one leg 
and lowering the other; thirtieth, Les Jambes au col? la Rev?che-the woman
lying on her face with her legs resting on the man's shoulders;
thirty-first, La Cloche represented a man reclining on the ground, resting
on his hands and feet-his belly uppermost, while the woman is seated in a
basket without a bottom, so that her con comes through the open space, to
which was affixed a pulley, so that every time the rope was pulled it
brought the woman's notch in contact with the man's penis, and the amorous
combat is finished by continual pulling on the rope; thirty-second, Branler
la Pique represented a man with his finger in a girl's con, and by his
touches making her discharge-while she was doing the same thing for him. In
this manner they enjoyed pleasure without conjunction, either standing,
sitting or lying.

When I cast my eyes on the magnificent plates, the color mounted to my
face, and I involuntarily pressed my thighs closely together.

"Ah! Kate," said Ralph, again kissing me and forcing his tongue into my
mouth. "I perceive you are as fond of amorous sports as I am. I am
delighted to make the discovery. I can foresee some delicious pleasures
together," and he pressed my palpitating bosom to his, kissing me in the
same manner as before.

"Dear Ralph," I replied, returning his caresses by imitating his actions,
and advancing my tongue to meet his, "I have already been initiated in the
mysteries of love, and have determined henceforth to devote my whole life
to its enjoyments."

"Bravely spoken, Kate," returned Ralph. "But come, darling, take me into
your bed chamber, and we will talk the matter over."

I led the way into my own private room. I had caused it to be neatly
furnished, and it was replete with every luxury. A carpet soft as velvet
was spread on the floor; capacious sofas, soft and springy, just fitted for
the performance of the conjugal act, were placed around the apartment.
Immense mirrors adorned the walls, relieved by beautiful pictures. No light
of day was permitted to enter this nest, but it was illuminated by means of
brilliant gas burners, and to crown all, a perfume of the most intoxicating
description was distilled through the atmosphere.

When we entered this apartment a delicious languor stole over me, and my
amorous feelings were excited to an intense degree. I threw myself into
Ralph's arms, squeezing, kissing, nay even biting him. He returned my
embraces with as much ardor as my own. I placed my hand outside his
trousers and felt his stiff instrument.

"Stop, darling," said he, "these invidious clothes are in the way-I should
love to feel your hand on my naked staff."

So saying he began to undress, and in a few moments he was entirely naked.
It was glorious to see his manly form in a state of nature. I rushed to
him, I kissed his naked body all over. He shivered in my arms, and I really
believe he would have discharged had he not torn himself from my embrace.
As for myself I was on fire. The contact of his firm flesh sent a thrill of
joy through my system, and I had to exert the greatest control to prevent
myself from pouring down the elixir of love.

"Now, Kate," said Ralph, "it is nothing but fair that you should let me
see you naked."

"Dearest Ralph, do with me as you will; my whole body is yours."

"Bless you, darling, I only hope I may be able to satisfy you to your
heart's content."

So saying he actually tore off my clothes and reduced me to a perfect
state of nudity. He then led me to a sofa and reclined me upon it.

I never saw a man so amorous and lascivious as he was. Sexual enjoyment
appeared to be a perfect passion with him. When he had placed me on the
sofa he stood a few feet off that he might better observe my naked
beauties.

"Great God," he exclaimed, "what glorious beauty! How magnificently formed
your body is, dear Kate. What a delicious bust, what glorious semiglobes,
how firm and hard, and then your belly, how white and smooth! What well
developed thighs, what straight legs, and above all that masterpiece of
nature-your delicious con. Open your thighs a little, dear Kate, that I may
get a better view of it. There, that's it, now I can see it perfectly. How
inviting the lips look amidst that mass of black hair! How closely they
fold together showing a line of coral between them! Oh, how I long to taste
the sweets of that delicious grotto. Now, dear Kate, turn on your belly,
and elevate your buttocks a little-there, that's it exactly. Great heavens,
the back of the picture is even more glorious than the front! What a
delicious bottom! How closely the cheeks come together."

He now began to kiss what he had admired. He embraced my bubbies, my
belly, my bottom and the mount of Venus. I could stand no more, but jumping
up from the sofa, I rushed into his arms and exclaimed:

"Dearest Ralph, give me relief or I shall die."

He pressed me to him-my bubbies came in contact with his chest-our bellies
met. The contact of the warm flesh almost drove us mad-we squirmed and
wiggled in each other's arms-we hugged, kissed and bit each other-we rolled
on the floor, interlacing our thighs, his staff touched my con, the hair of
our genitals intermingled-we rubbed our bubbies together. I rolled myself
on the top of him and moved myself backwards and forwards-he placed a hand
on each cheek of my bottom, and pressed my hairy slit to his testicles.

"Great heavens!" I exclaimed, "it is coming-Ralph-Ralph-I must spend-I
must-I must-"

"Dearest Kate, I too-there-now it flows-now-now-now-"

A convulsive shudder ran through both our frames; we closed our eyes in
the ecstasy of our sensations, and both discharged profusely, the divine
liquor running from one to the other. All this had been effected without
any actual conjunction.

A few minutes' repose followed and we recovered our energies.

"Kate, my darling," said Ralph, "lie down on the sofa again, I want to
manipulate your charms a little more at my ease. We were so carried away by
our feelings that we discharged before we had sufficiently prolonged our
pleasures-let us be more prudent this time."

Acting upon this wish, I threw myself on the sofa, and Ralph seated
himself on an ottoman by my side, and commenced to excite me by his
caresses. Fastening himself on the first instance on my breasts, he sucked
my nipples, patted and molded my bubbies and tickled me under my arms. He
was not satisfied with his tribute of admiration to my bust, but he
straddled my chest and brought his instrument and testicles directly over
my two ivory globes. He then lowered his bottom and rubbed his staff and
pendants against soft cushions, nay more, he pressed my breasts closely
together and nestled his engine between them. Great heavens, how these
delicious touchings excited me; nor was he less moved, for his buttocks
actually quivered with delight.

"Kate," said he, "how delicious your breasts feel to my pego; I could
almost fancy it was its own proper nest," and he commenced to move his
buttocks backwards and forwards.

"For heaven's sake stop, Ralph, or I shall spend, I shall indeed," I
exclaimed, "I can feel the crisis approaching."

"So do I, darling, but it must not be yet."

He then dismounted and took a seat by my side on the sofa and began to 
play with my belly. He stroked it, rubbed it backwards and forwards with
his hand and tickled my navel. He then descended to my slit. There he made
a full stop, and a convulsive thrill ran through his body when his hand
came in contact with the bushy forest of dark auburn hair surrounding my
Mons Veneris. He twined it in his fingers, gently pulling it, just to cause
me the most pleasing titillation without giving me the slightest pain. He
then invaded the sanctuary of love itself, and gently dividing the lips of
my bijou, cautiously advanced one finger into my vagina. After allowing it
to rest there a few moments, he pushed it further in until it was wholly
engulfed in my glowing passage.

"Oh, Kate," he exclaimed, moving his finger gently in and out of my slit,
"what a charming con you have, how tight it is! And only to think that I am
to bury my staff in this lovely cavity."

"Darling," I replied, "your lascivious touches almost take away my
senses."

He withdrew his finger from my vagina and carried it to the top of my
slit, and tickled my clitoris.

"There now, I have the little sentinel between my fingers. Heavens, how
soft it is," he said, rubbing it gently.

During these manipulations on his part, I was not idle, but paid him back
in his own coin. I stroked down his belly and rubbed his staff in my hand,
making him squirm and wriggle again.

Had anyone peeped in the door at that moment they would have seen a
delicious spectacle. Such an observer would see a naked girl and man seated
together on a sofa. Our faces were close together. Ralph had one arm round
my neck, his hand resting on my left shoulder; the other arm was pressed
underneath my right thigh, which was elevated in the air, and the finger
and thumb of that hand were buried in my con, the lips of which clasped
them tightly. His left leg rested on the ground while the other was placed
on the sofa, thus stretching his thighs widely apart. I was engaged in
rubbing his stiff member up and down with my left hand, and intense
pleasure was painted on our faces.

"It would be impossible to find such a pretty little slit as yours," said
he; "it is a veritable bijou-there now, my finger is wholly inserted." He
continued forcing his finger to the very hilt into my vagina, so much so
that it actually touched the neck of my womb. "How deliciously warm it
feels, and it is so tight that when I withdraw I take with it the inner
lips. Now just fancy my finger a man's pego-now it's in, now it's out-now
it's in-now it's out-now-."

"For Heaven's sake stop! I don't want to spend just yet. It is too
delicious," I exclaimed.

He then made me get up from my recumbent posture, and placing me in a
standing position, put one of my feet on a chair, while the other foot
rested on the ground. By this attitude my thighs were stretched widely
apart, and my con was fully exposed to view. He then seated himself again
on the ottoman between my legs. His face by this means just reached my
mount. He commenced to bury his visage in the hair surrounding my slit.

"Darling Kate," he said, "I must now taste the delights of your delicious
con. I have felt it, played with it, but I have not yet performed the act
which is the most delicious of all to me."

"Do with me as you will," I replied. "I experience nothing but delight
from your touchings."

"Push your belly a little forward-there, that's right, now I have it
exactly."

So saying he deliberately separated the lips of my slit with his tongue,
and worked it into the innermost recesses of my con. God, how delicious it
felt! He then moved his tongue in and out, at the same time by scientific
movement caressing my clitoris with his lips-giving me the most intense
pleasure. I stood directly before a large mirror, and by looking into it,
saw a most delectable sight. There I stood in my nudity, my naked body
borrowing roseate hues from the artificial light, and seated between my
thighs, his face also turned towards the mirror was the naked form of the
handsome Ralph. I could see his tongue enter in and out of my coral sheath,
while my breast rose and fell with the delights of my sensations. I could
tell when his lips came in contact with my clitoris, not only by my
sensations but by the tremor and writhings of his thighs. His legs were
widely open, and I could see reflected in the glass his glorious engine in
a state of princely erection. The motion of his tongue increased.

"Darling Ralph, I am going to spend-harder-come-O-co-."

I could hold out no longer, but with a convulsive heaving of my whole
body, I emitted a profusion of the elixir vitae.

"Kate, dear Kate!" exclaimed Ralph in an excited tone-"I must have relief;
I am in flames."

I clasped him in my arms, and pushed him to the sofa, I made him place
himself on his hands and knees, by which position his buttocks were 
elevated high in the air. Great God, how magnificent he looked thus! His
splendid buttocks shone in the gaslight. Between his thighs I could see his
magnificent pego all surrounded with hair, and the two well-developed
pendants. I patted his buttocks, I separated the cheeks, and titillated the
division between them. My fingers came in contact with le trou de son cul.
I cautiously penetrated it and tickled the narrow canal, and kissed his
bottom over and over again. When I had wrought him up to the highest pitch
of desire, I proceeded with further operations.

"Open your thighs a little wider, dearest Ralph, so that I may get my head
between them-you have given me the most ecstatic pleasure, and I am
determined to do the same for you."

"Will that do?" he answered, opening them to the widest extent.

"Beautifully," I returned, fixing my head in such a manner that the
insides of each of his thighs rested against my cheeks. I laid on my back
and was so placed that my mouth came in direct contact with his splendid
staff. In a moment I had taken his engine entirely in my mouth. I
titillated the end of it with my tongue and forced the foreskin backwards
with my lips. It was too delicious-I was ready to spend again.

"Oh, how heavenly!" exclaimed Ralph. "How beautiful, dear Kate, titillate
my anus."

I passed my hand behind him, and forced one of my fingers into the narrow
way, moving it in and out, and keeping time with both my mouth and finger.
I soon had the satisfaction of seeing the climax approach. He pressed his
buttocks together, his muscles stiffened.

"Now I am coming! now-Oh! Oh! Oh!" he exclaimed.

And with a cry of pleasure he emitted profusely.

When we had rested some little time, I went to a recess and took from it a
delicious cordial-of which we both partook freely. It had the effect of
completely restoring our energies.

We commenced our touchings and titillations and were soon in a glorious
state of desire again.

"Kate," said Ralph, "I am going to give you a glorious embracing, and if I
don't make you spend as you have never spent before, I shall be very much
deceived. I intend to treat your delicious little con to a delicate morsel.
Now, Kate, on your back-open your thighs, and let me engulf my staff in
your salacious slit."

I laughed heartily and threw myself on my back-he was on the top of me in
a moment, and in another second his pego was imbedded in my con. It touched
me to the quick and I experienced intense pleasure. Ralph, while he was
working his instrument in me, sucked my breasts and played with my belly,
and just when I was about to spend he placed his hand on the top of my slit
and rubbed my clitoris. This finished the business, and with a cry of joy I
again discharged-he at the same time pouring down his share of the nectar
of Venus.

This last bout appeared to arouse my amorous desires instead of quenching
them, and I exclaimed in a frenzy:

"Ralph will you do a favor for me-you know that flagellation increases
amorous pleasures. I want you to birch me on my bottom, while I make myself
come with a dildo."

"Get me a rod, dear Kate, I should like nothing better than to birch your
naked buttocks."

I went to a cupboard and procured from it a birch and a dildo-the former I
handed to him. I then placed myself on my hands and knees on the sofa, thus
elevating my bottom in the air. I then brought the dildo to bear on my
coral sheath, it entered the lips and in another moment it was plunged to
the very hilt into my vagina. He placed himself behind me and began to lay
the birch gently on my bottom. The skin turned a rosy hue and I twisted and
wriggled under this delectable excitement. I moved the dildo gently in and
out of my con.

"Harder, flog my bottom harder," I exclaimed. He obeyed by letting fall a
shower of stripes on my buttocks. The motion of the dildo in and out of my
coral slit grew faster. I wriggled my buttocks-I am coming-my bubbies
trembled-I was now working for my very life-the instrument moved in and out
of my lustful sheath so quickly that its motion was no longer perceptible.
"Ralph, I spend, I die glorious-delicious-del-del-"

A convulsive shudder ran through my frame-the motion of my hand suddenly
stopped, leaving the dildo still imbedded in my con, and I fell flat on my
belly without any sign of life. I was recalled to life again by the
energetic thrusts of Ralph's instrument-for seeing my delirium, he could
not restrain himself any longer but felt that he must share it.

Before we separated we enjoyed each other several times more. The next day
he returned to New York and I saw him no more.

I was now left entirely alone, but I was very busy, for the house was full
of workmen embellishing the house and grounds.

I have but a few more words to add. In due time all the improvements to
the house were finished and I began to feel very lonely.

One winter's evening just as I was about to retire to bed I was startled
by the ringing of the front door bell-and almost immediately afterwards I
was clasped in my cousin Harry Duval's arms. He had just returned from
abroad.

I shall draw a veil over the pleasures of that night sufficient to say
that Harry had become more dear to me than ever, and I paled before him in
the art of giving sexual delight.

The next week we were married, and since that time we have settled down
into a quiet life. Neither Harry nor myself desire any change-and our
existence has been fraught with every blessing. The confidence between us
is so great, that I have not hesitated to tell him my history. He has
reposed the same confidence in me by telling me his, and some day I may
perhaps give it to the reader.

And now, dear reader, my task is done. I bid you an affectionate farewell.
