Kate Percival - The Life and Amours Of The Beautiful, Gay and Dashing Kate Percival

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!"