“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.’
“I rose from my recumbent posture
and, seizing Florence by the waist, pushed her on
the bed. She fell on her back. I threw her
petticoats over her head. This action revealed
all the lower portion of Florence’s body and
a beautiful sight it was. Two magnificently developed
thighs led up to a charming grotto covered with black
hair, between the pouting lips of which could be seen
her clitoris, stiff with intense desire. I admired
for a moment Florence’s beauties, and then commenced
my manipulations. First of all I stroked her belly,
implanting kiss after kiss upon it. I then played
with the hair covering her Mons Veneris,
twisting my finger in and out of it. I then divided
the lips of her sheath and titillated her highly excited
clitoris.
“‘Great Heavens, Florence,’
I exclaimed, ’what a beautiful bijou yours is!
What delicious pouting lips! What a forest of
black hair and then your clitoris how finely
developed! Let me kiss it! Let me suck it.’
“I now stooped down and inserted
my tongue between the lips of Florence’s ruby
passage, and titillated her clitoris with the tip of
it.
“‘Great God! how delicious,’
I exclaimed, ’I feel ready to come again I
do indeed darling.’
“‘Amy, darling, keep on keep
on ’ said Florence, almost crazy with
delight, ‘pass one hand behind and press my buttocks.’
“I did as she desired and advanced
one finger in the narrow canal adjacent to the legitimate
road and kept time with my tongue and finger.
“‘There that’s
it!’ she continued, ’I am coming.
Oh! now now! there! there! th ’
“She opened her thighs to the
widest extent and lifted her legs high in the air.
A convulsive shudder ran through her frame and she
discharged profusely, appearing to be perfectly annihilated
by the deliciousness of her sensations. I threw
myself by her side on the bed. After a long pause
we both rose and kissed each other tenderly.
“Such was my first initiation
in the sports of Venus. Florence remained with
us some months and scarcely a day passed that we did
not enjoy the pleasures of the gods. When she
left us I was for a time disconsolate but
soon after I received an invitation to visit Herbert
and my sister. He has left it to me, dear Kate,
to give the history of my first amour with him.
I shall do so, freely speaking, as if he were not
present.
“I was received with the utmost
kindness by my brother-in-law, and truth compels me
to state, rogue that he is, that he has always treated
me with the most unvarying affection. At the time
of my visit my sister was very sick, and I really
pitied poor Herbert, that he was debarred from those
sexual enjoyments of which I felt assured he was so
fond. But the thought of taking her place never
for a moment entered my mind.
“Herbert was very polite to
me, and time passed very agreeably. One day I
stumbled in an obscure corner of the library on some
amorous books. I secured them and conveyed them
to my chamber. I then examined them and found
that they contained pictures of a very lascivious character.
In fact men and women, as naked as they were born,
were performing the sexual act. I read them with
avidity and they soon made me adept in sexual knowledge.
One evening when Herbert had gone to Philadelphia,
and my sister was confined to her chamber by sickness,
I entered the drawing room with one of those prizes
in my hand, determined to enjoy it all myself.
I was in a state of delicious languor and, throwing
myself carelessly on the sofa, began to read my book.
I wore a low-necked dress and the weather being warm
I had unfastened two or three of the top loops thus
leaving a considerable portion of my breasts exposed.
My dress too was disarranged at my feet revealing
a considerable portion of my limbs. As I read,
my cheeks became flushed, my bosom heaved, and I was
altogether in a state propitious for an attack.
I was suddenly startled by the sound of a voice at
my elbow.
“’What is the name of
that book which seems to engross so much of your attention?’
said the voice.
“I raised my eyes, and who should
I see but Herbert himself gazing on me with heightened
color and burning eyes.
“‘It is too bad, Herbert,’
I replied, raising from my seat, revealing by this
movement a considerable portion of my legs; nay, I
believe he even caught a glimpse of my thighs, ’you
ought not to come so stealthily into the room.’
“‘My dear girl, you are
wrong,’ replied Herbert, ’I did not come
here stealthily, but it was your preoccupation which
prevented you from hearing me enter. But you
have not replied to my question what book
are you reading?’
“’Oh, it is a stupid work
I found in the library, I have only just glanced at
it and do not find it worth reading.’
“‘Will you allow me to
judge for myself, my charming sister-in-law,’
he replied, taking a seat by my side.
“‘No, Herbert, I will
not allow it,’ I returned, pressing the book
to my bosom.
“‘I insist,’ he
cried, endeavoring to snatch the work from my hands.
In the struggle his hand came in contact with my bosom
and he even touched the strawberry nipples surmounting
the semiglobes. At last be conquered and obtained
possession of the book. I looked imploringly at
him, but he opened it deliberately and read the title.
It was The Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure.
“‘So, so, Amy,’
said he. ‘This is the subject of your studies,
is it?’
“’I assure you I have
not read a page of it it appeared to me
foolish and uninteresting, and I was just about to
return it to the library when you entered.’
“He knew that I did not tell
the truth, for I blushed and cast my eyes down on
the ground. He no longer hesitated, but throwing
his arms around me, pressed his lips to mine and kissed
me ardently. I was astonished and confounded
and endeavored to escape him, but he held me tight
and pressed his breast to mine.
“‘Herbert, Herbert, this
is wrong, let me go, I beg of you.’
“He replied by pressing another
kiss on my lips. It was in vain I struggled;
he appeared to be endowed with the strength of Hercules.
“‘Do have done!’
I murmured between each embrace, ‘someone might
come.’
“’My love, there is no
cause for fear, there is no one in the house but you
and I. Your sister is confined to her chamber by sickness
and I have given positive orders that I am not at
home to anyone. We are absolutely alone.’
“I could not disguise the pleasure
that this news gave me, for my whole body became agitated
with the warmth of his embraces, and my bosom palpitated
against his. I even dared to return his caresses,
and reimbursed with interest the kisses he gave me.
“‘Amy, I love and adore you,’ said
he.
“‘Herbert, I love you!
I love you,’ was the only reply that I could
make.
“Again he pressed his lips to
mine and sucked in my breath. He even inserted
the end of his tongue in my mouth, and he met mine,
which was as ardent as his own. I believe I should
have died if nature had not given me relief at that
moment. I believe the same thing happened to
him, for he threw himself upon me, and two or three
convulsive shudders ran through his system; he then
became calmer and reclined negligently in my arms.
“‘My beloved, this is
true happiness,’ said he, ’oh, that we
could remain thus forever, and that we might never
part again.’
“After a few moments repose
he rose up, and leaning over me, seized one of my
hands and felt my bubbies with his unoccupied hand.
The contact renewed the fire in his body and his eyes
reassumed their brilliance. When I felt his hand
descend on my breast, I shivered and made a pretense
of snatching it away, but it was in vain. He cautiously
unhooked my dress; I no longer restrained him.
My frock fell off my shoulders and my naked bust was
entirely exposed to his view. He passed from
one to the other of my ivory globes, as he called them,
and molded them with his hands, playing with the nipples
and applying his lips to them so that he almost sucked
my life away. But he was not yet satisfied.
He knelt down before me and, placing his head between
my bubbies, began to play with my feet. I made
but little resistance and he began to raise my petticoats.
He touched my legs, he reached my knees, and at last
his hand came in contact with my fleshy thighs.
He rested here a moment and excited me by kisses.
I trembled in his grasp like a leaf my
desires overcame me and I was completely in his power.
He then became more bold and his agitated hand ascended
the marble columns which would lead us to the center
of love. At last he reached my bijou and ran
his fingers in the down covering that mossy spot he
even forced one more bold than the rest between the
lips, and gently rubbed my clitoris. It was too
much for me, I opened my thighs to the widest capacity
and absolutely cried with pleasure. He then raised
his head from my palpitating bosom, and applied his
lips where he had just put his hand. He kissed
my Mons Veneris a thousand times, and inserted
his tongue between the folding lips; he again sought
out my clitoris and played with it at will. But
this could not continue long. I was absolutely
drunk with delirious joy.
“‘Oh, what pleasure!’
I cried, ’do what you will with me, my dear
Herbert.’
“His only reply was to divest
himself of his clothes; he then performed the same
office for me, and we were both naked as we were born.
He turned me round and round he patted
my buttocks and caressed my body all over. My
hands too were not idle. I seized his magnificent
instrument and gently rubbed it and tickled his purse.
We were both almost crazy. He then reclined me
on my back on the sofa and threw himself on the top
of me. I eagerly opened my thighs to receive him
and guided his fiery dart to the entrance of my ‘con.’
He entered the lips and met a little resistance, but
was not to be conquered, for raising my buttocks I
gave a sudden heave upwards, and his instrument was
suddenly imbedded in the sheath destined by nature
to receive it. Then commenced the delicious movements.
The motion was delightful. I looked around me
and saw our naked bodies reflected in the mirrors.
I could see his instrument entering in and out of
my coral sheath. At last the consummation came.
“‘Oh, Herbert,’
I cried ’I die! I die!-clos-er! closer clo ’
“Thus muttering, I closed my
eyes. My eyelids trembled and with a convulsive
movement I threw my legs around his loins and pressed
him so tightly that I almost took away his breath.
All was over, for I felt the essence of love rush
into my thirsty womb, while I at the same moment poured
down my share of Venus’ libations. My hold
relaxed and we both fell all our lengths on the couch.
“After remaining without motion
a few minutes, he kissed me again, for he was not
yet satisfied. He soon rekindled my desires.
“He rose from the couch, and
raising me up, placed me on its edge and again commenced
his labor of love. With one hand he raised one
of my arms in the air in such a manner as to leave
my bosom entirely at his discretion. He took
one of the nipples in his mouth and pressed me to
him with his other hand. My thighs were widely
separated and he had no difficulty in entering my
vagina. He slightly bent his knees and was soon
buried in my grotto. How delicious was the sensation
of his lovely engine rubbing against the sides of
my vagina. I assisted him by every means in my
power, and in a short time we were again inundated
with our mutual emission.
“Such, my dear Kate, was the
manner in which I first became carnally acquainted
with Herbert. How many times we have enjoyed each
other since, I need not tell you. But this I
do assure you, no other man has enjoyed me but Herbert,
and as long as he is kind to me no other shall.
My history is ended.”
We thanked the charming girl for her
confession. It was now getting daylight and almost
time for us to separate. During Amy’s recital
we had partaken freely of spiced wine, and all of
us felt almost as vigorous as ever; we decided we
would not separate until we could enter the lists
of love no more. Herbert brought a new auxiliary
to our pleasures into the field, for going to a cupboard,
he took from it an India-rubber dildo, which he strapped
round Amy’s waist.
And placing me on my side on the couch
he made Amy insert the dildo into my vagina, while
she put her finger on my clitoris and began to rub
it, at the same time moving her buttocks as if she
were a man. He then went behind me and entered
me en cul. Amy acted her part splendidly.
Herbert passed his hand over her bottom and inserted
his finger in her sheath. Both Herbert and Amy
moved together, and I had the delicious pleasure of
enjoying a double embrace. Herbert’s finger
too, was active, and we all discharged simultaneously.
After we had recovered we danced naked
about the room. Herbert kissed our breasts, bottoms
and mounts. He placed his staff between our bubbies,
he tickled our clitorises, and committed a thousand
other follies. At last he lay down on the couch
and pulled Amy on the top of him. She guided
his instrument into her coral sheath, and moved herself
rapidly up and down, while I clapped her broad white
bottom with my hand until they were cherry red, and
while I was thus engaged, Herbert’s toe entered
my slit, and in this manner we all again discharged.
It would tire the reader to tell all
the ways we adopted to arrive at the same result.
Herbert embraced us en con, en cul, between
the bubbies, between the buttocks in fact
in every possible mode and we did not separate until
we were thoroughly exhausted and until the morning
sun was several hours in the heavens.