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.