The Life and Amours of the Beautiful, Gay and Dashing Kate Percival Part 10

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

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

I saw a very pretty little plump girl entirely naked on her hands and knees on the bed, presenting her delicious white b.u.t.tocks with her lovely slit, shaded with brown hair between them. Behind her was a tall, fine looking man, about forty years of age, also naked. In his hand was a birch--with which he was gently tickling the lovely girl's bottom.

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

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

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

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

George obeyed her wishes and let fall a shower of cuts on her plump backside. He continued this for a minute or two, when suddenly throwing down the rod he rushed to her, and to my surprise instead of entering her by the legitimate road, he entered her _en cul_--and pa.s.sing his hand in front of her, buried two of his fingers in her hairy mount.

Every thrust of his b.u.t.tocks sent his fingers deeper into her v.a.g.i.n.a, giving her intense delight. Suddenly I saw her put her hand between her own lily-white thighs and tickle his t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es; it immediately brought on an emission from both of them and they sank exhausted on the bed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"_Baisez mon teton, mon cher Alphonse, je meurs pour vous!_" (Kiss my breast, my dear Alphonse. I die for you ) said she.

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

"_O foutez-moi--foutez-moi--mon cher,--Mon con est en feu!_" (O f.u.c.k me, f.u.c.k me, my c.u.n.t is on fire) she exclaimed.

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

"_Otez ma chemise. Je suis si excitee, que je ne le puis pas_." (Take off my chemise I am so excited that I cannot do it.)

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

The moment she was naked, she knelt down before the object of her adoration (the position she a.s.sumed slightly opening the lips of her slit, and giving me a glimpse of the coral interior) and, taking his instrument in her hands, she nestled it between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and bending her head forward, kissed it again and again. She then rose to her feet again and making him lie with his back on the bed, she kissed his whole body, now it was his staff, now it was his t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es--now she even caressed his b.u.t.tocks. She placed one of his feet against her mount and, dividing the lips with her fingers, forced his toe into her coral sheath and moved herself rapidly up and down on it. This curious proceeding was very exciting to behold and her lascivious caresses caused Alphonse's instrument to a.s.sume a prodigious state of erection.

Now she got on the top of him and, turning her bottom to his face, impaled herself on his staff. I saw its bulbous head distinctly separate the luscious lips of her slit, and then beheld it slowly disappear in her sensitive v.a.g.i.n.a. But she only kept it there for a minute, for jumping up again she placed it between the fleshy cus.h.i.+ons of her b.u.t.tocks, and holding it there with her hand, moved her bottom up and down. Then she suddenly turned around and rubbed her white belly against it--now she put it between her swelling thighs--now her armpit.

In fact, there was no part of her body to which she did not conduct it.

These manipulations were more than the young Frenchman could bear. He suddenly rose up and pressing her palpitating body in his arm, he laid her on her back on the bed. She opened her lovely thighs to the widest extent and revealed to him all the delights of the domain of Venus. How can I describe the spectacle that we saw from our hiding place! An eminence shaded with a ma.s.s of hair as black as jet, the beauties of which the most delicate pencil could not trace. In a moment he was between her magnificent thighs. Eudoxie seized his member and guided it into the delicious interior of her rosy con. It grasped his p.e.n.i.s like a glove. Eudoxie was almost wild with excitement, she breathed short, and her bubbies rose and fell in the most delicious confusion. Their images were reflected in the mirrors surrounding the apartment. It was a glorious sight. There lay Eudoxie extended on the bed, her head reposing on the pillow, and her long hair streaming by the side of the bed. One of her legs rested on the ground while the other was a little elevated, by this means extending her thighs to the widest capacity.

Alphonse was between them, his staff buried in her con, with one of his hands molding a globe of snow while the other was pa.s.sed round her body. How delicious the contact appeared to be.

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

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

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

Eudoxie went to a cupboard and took from it a bottle of champagne. She now placed herself on the edge of the bed in a half reclined position.

Alphonse sat on the floor with his head underneath her thighs so that his mouth came in contact with her hairy mount. Eudoxie now uncorked the champagne and, drinking a gla.s.s herself, she poured another gla.s.s on her belly in such a manner that it ran down to her slit, and from there into Alphonse's mouth. He swallowed it with the greatest gusto and the operation was continued until the bottle was emptied. This sight, strange as it was, inflamed me wonderfully. The parties were so beautiful and every portion of their bodies so scrupulously clean that all disgust was removed. The bottle was no sooner empty than they again proceeded to satisfy their amorous desires. Alphonse lay on the ground, resting his head on a low stool. She straddled his face so that her Mons Veneris came in contact with his mouth. As she stood exactly opposite our place of concealment, we could see his tongue enter in and out of her luscious sheath; while he was feting her con, he advanced a finger into the narrow pa.s.sage adjacent to the legitimate road and kept time with his tongue and finger. Every time his tongue came in contact with her c.l.i.toris, a convulsive shudder ran through her and her bottom moved responsively to his t.i.tillations. At last they both succ.u.mbed--he from the force of imagination and she from the actual contact of his organ of speech on her excited c.l.i.toris.

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

Chapter IV

MY FATHER'S LAWYER

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I opened the book and found it to be one of a most lascivious character, filled with amorous pictures. I gloated over these engravings and felt my blood all on fire. The engravings were from steel plates and represented the famous thirty-two positions of Aretino. As they were extremely curious I will give a short description of them to the reader. Their t.i.tles were in French and consisted of as follows: first, _La Patte Debout_ represented a man and woman standing face to face with his instrument plunged deeply in her coral cavity; second, _La Grue_--the same position, but with one of the legs raised in the air; third, _La Porte de Devant_ represented a woman seated with a man standing between her thighs, her l.u.s.tful crevice completely filled by his instrument, while her legs closely embraced his ribs; fourth, _Le Cheval Fondu_ represented a girl on her hands and knees, while a man was embracing her from behind, her head being reclined forward and her bottom elevated; fifth, _L'allemande_ the same position with the addition that the man has his hands on her con; sixth, _La Brebis_--the same position with the woman resting her hands on the ground; seventh, _Faire des Chandelles de Suif_--the girl seated across the thighs of the man; eight, _A L'arbre_--the same position but with the girls legs raised, and with her feet placed against the man's b.u.t.tocks; ninth, _L'enfant Qui Dort_--the girl leaning against the man's stomach, her shoulders against his right arm, and her two legs resting on his right thigh; tenth, _L'etendue_--the girl lying down on her back and the man standing between her thighs, embrace her in front, in which position he can see his instrument working in her con, eleventh, _Au dos Presse_--a girl seated on a man's highs with her legs wrapped around his loins; twelfth, _Cornuse_--the same position, where a man rests one of the girl's thighs on his arm and presses the other down against his b.u.t.tock; thirteenth, _Se Seoir Au Col_--the same position when he raises one leg in the air; fourteenth, _Chaussebotte_, a man taking the two lips of the girl's _con_, and drawing them on his p.e.n.i.s; fifteenth, _Courir la Bague_--a man running towards a girl with thighs extended to receive him, and in this manner inserting his instrument into her con; sixteenth, _A la Plaine_--the woman extended all her length on her back, with the man lying between her extended thighs; seventeenth, _A la Grenouille_--the same position with the woman resting her feet on his heels; eighteenth, _La Jannette_--the man lying all his length on the top of a woman; nineteenth, _A L'ondrenette_--when the girl stoops forward and the man embraces her in a standing posture from behind; twentieth, _Au Profil_--a girl and her companion lying on their sides; twenty-first, _A la Botte Badine_--the man with one of his legs resting on the woman's flank; twenty-second, _Derriere en Con_--a woman lying with her back to a man, with one of her legs raised in the air; twenty-third, _Riche en Fleuve_--the man lying across a woman, belly to belly; twenty-fourth, _Chevaucher l'Asne_--the woman lying on the top of a man with his instrument in her con; twenty-fifth, _A la Galere_--the same position with her side turned to the man; twenty-sixth, _Chevaucher en Bast_--the woman lying across him; twenty-seventh, _A la Mauresque_--the man seated on the bed with his legs open, the woman seated in the same position, but with her thighs resting on his; twenty-eighth, _Au Clystere_--the girl with her bottom brought to the edge of the bed, separating her b.u.t.tocks with her hands, and the man standing behind, imbedded in the _trou de son cul;_ twenty-ninth, _Sonner du Cul_--the woman seated on the edge of the bed with her feet resting against the wall, and during the act of coition she keeps raising one leg and lowering the other; thirtieth, _Les Jambes au col a la Reveche_--the woman lying on her face with her legs resting on the man's shoulders; thirty-first, _La Cloche_ represented a man reclining on the ground, resting on his hands and feet--his belly uppermost, while the woman is seated in a basket without a bottom, so that her con comes through the open s.p.a.ce, to which was affixed a pulley, so that every time the rope was pulled it brought the woman's notch in contact with the man's p.e.n.i.s, and the amorous combat is finished by continual pulling on the rope; thirty-second, _Branler la Pique_ represented a man with his finger in a girl's con, and by his touches making her discharge--while she was doing the same thing for him. In this manner they enjoyed pleasure without conjunction, either standing, sitting or lying.

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

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

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

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

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