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.
END OF VOLUME ONE
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 outre. 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.'