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.

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