The very next day following our orgy,
I received a letter from my father’s lawyer
informing me of the death of my only surviving parent,
at the same time informing me that he had left all
his property to be divided equally between my brother
and myself. His wealth was large, for his habits
had been penurious, and I found myself the possessor
of at least $10,000 a year. This of course entirely
altered my prospects in life and it was natural that
I should immediately throw up my engagement as governess
and return home for the purpose of assisting the settlement
of my father’s affairs.
I bade an affectionate farewell to
Herbert and Amy, and even shed tears at parting with
them. In due time I reached home. How still
and quiet the place seemed! My brother was abroad,
so that everything connected with the property was
left to me. I worked energetically and soon produced
something like order. I had been home about a
week when I received another letter from my father’s
lawyer, who resided in New York, stating that my presence
was absolutely required in that city to sign certain
documents relative to my father’s property, and
advising me to come at once. I did not hesitate
to obey his wishes, and that same evening entered
the cars for New York.
It was about six o’clock when
we started, and I took a seat in the rear end of the
car. For some miles I was alone, but a young gentleman
of about eighteen got into the car from a way station
and sat down by my side. I could see by the dim
light that he was very polite and we had quite an
agreeable conversation together.
By and by it grew quite dark, for
the lamp stationed in the middle of the car threw
very little light where we sat. Our conversation
grew more confidential, I may even say affectionate.
The young gentleman grew somewhat bold, and taking
my hand, pressed it in his. The novelty of the
situation and the fact that for ten days I had tasted
no sexual pleasure rendered me oblivious to all resemblance
of modesty and I allowed him to do as he pleased.
Nay, I even encouraged him, for I allowed my hand
to fall as if by accident on a certain protuberance
in front of his pantaloons. I had no sooner touched
this sensitive spot than a shiver ran through him
and he immediately retained my hand there as a prisoner.
All reserve now left him. He
had spread a shawl over our knees so that our actions
could not be seen by the other passengers. I suddenly
felt the rogue dragging up my skirts and petticoats,
and in a few moments his hand was on my naked thigh;
he glided over it and his fingers came in contact
with the hair covering my Mons Veneris.
He had already divided the lips of my coral cavity
with his digits and was advancing one in the very
center of my vagina when the train entered Philadelphia.
Of course this put a stop to his progress, and we were
compelled to assume a decent position.
He was very attentive to me on the
boat when we crossed the Delaware, but he had no opportunity
to renew his enterprises. At last we were safely
seated in one of the Camden and Amboy Railroad cars.
As luck would have it the car was very empty, there
not being more than two other persons in it besides
ourselves. We took our places as far from them
as we could. The young gentleman turned the seats
so that he now sat opposite to me.
The train had not left the station
a hundred yards before he commenced operations by
making me rest my two feet in his seat, one on each
side of him, so that he sat between my thighs.
He now raised my petticoats and amused himself by
feeling my thighs, bottom and slit. He played
with me for some minutes, titillating the interior
of my vagina with his finger, pressing my thighs and
tickling my bottom. In the meantime I had released
his instrument from its place of confinement, and
grasping it in my hand, I covered and uncovered its
red head, and at the same time tickled his testicles.
After a little time he drew me to the very edge of
the seat and, pointing his rod, entered my salacious
slit. After a few pushes which sent a thrill of
delight through me, he turned up all my clothes and
regaled himself with the sight of his engine entering
in and out of my coral sheath. I responsively
moved my buttocks in answer to his thrusts and in
a few minutes we both discharged profusely.
Four times did he thus embrace me
during our journey from Philadelphia to New York,
and four times did I pour down my libation of love’s
dew. We parted the best of friends, and from
that day to this I have never seen him but the pleasure
I enjoyed with him will never be effaced from my mind.
Late the next day I called on Mr.
Ralph Pitman, my father’s lawyer. I found
him to be a fine looking man of about thirty-six years
of age. He was nearly six feet high, and stout
in proportion. He appeared to be very strong
and evidently enjoyed the most robust health.
He received me very warmly and I saw his fine eyes
sparkle when he gazed on my womanly charms. My
business with him was soon concluded and it was decided
that he should visit my late father’s residence
the ensuing week for the purpose of finally settling
up his affairs.
I made up my mind that I would return
home the next day, as the city with all its noise
and confusion was not agreeable to my taste. The
next morning I walked out on Broadway for the purpose
of making a few purchases, when who should be the
first person I met but Laura Castleton, my old teacher
at B... Seminary and the first who
initiated me in the delights of love.
Laura was dressed in the height of
fashion and was as beautiful as ever. She recognized
me immediately and kissed me affectionately. We
immediately adjourned to Taylor’s, where we could
converse in private. I told her everything that
had occurred to me since I had seen her, disguising
nothing. Her eyes sparkled and her bottom heaved
when I depicted all the love scenes I had gone through.
“And now, dear Laura,”
said I, when I had finished, “tell me what you
are doing now.”
“I am the mistress of the head
maison de joie in New York.”
“What!” I returned, “do
you mean to tell me that you keep a house of that
kind?”
“I do indeed, and a delightful time I have of
it.”
“How I should love to know its mysteries.”
“That you can easily do come
and spend tonight with us. You shall see everything
without being seen yourself. I have twenty-four
magnificent girls living with me and every one of
them will be gloriously embraced tonight, you may
depend upon it. The rooms are so arranged that
we can see everything that transpires in them.
Say you will come.”
“My dear, I should love to only
tell me where it is, and at what hour I should come.”
“I live at No. Mercer
street, and come at seven o’clock.”
“I will be there, you may depend on it.”
Soon after this we separated.
I made my purchases, put off my departure until the
next day, and at the appointed hour I was at Laura’s
door.
My old friend met me at the entrance.
“You have just come in time,”
said she, “for Horace Greenwood has just taken
Olivia, one of the handsomest of my boarders, upstairs.
She is from New Orleans and one of the most lascivious
girls I ever saw; I have no doubt we shall see some
fun.”
So saying she led me upstairs and
ushered me into a closet which communicated with the
adjoining room. Olivia and her friend were already
there. I was struck with the beauty of the couple.
The girl had intensely black hair and eyes, the latter
of which were lighted up with desire and passion.
Her bust, which her low-necked dress allowed to be
seen, was really magnificent. Her companion was
a fine handsome young fellow of twenty-two or twenty-three.
“Well, darling,” said
Horace, pressing her voluptuous bosom close to him,
“I have come to see you again. The thoughts
of once more tasting the delights of your lovely person
has kept me in a continued state of excitement all
day. My staff is in a state of the fiercest erection.”
“Let me have oracular demonstrations
of the fact,” said Olivia, opening his pantaloons
in front; out jumped his member, stiff and erect as
a poker.
“Oh you bad boy,” she
continued, taking it in her hand and rubbing it up
and down “how gloriously still you
are. I must kiss you then, you bad child.”
So saying, she took his member in
her mouth and rolled her tongue over it, at the same
time tickling his testicles.
“Great God!” he cried,
“this is too much I shall spend, dear
girl, if you do not cease. All my blood is in
a flame.”
“’It is so delicious,
I hate to give it up,” she returned, giving it
a last kiss. “But I am excited as much
as yourself. Slip your hand underneath my petticoats
and feel how stiff my clitoris is.”
He lifted up her skirts and took possession
of Olivia’s luscious con with his hand and evidently
found the little sentinel as stiff and firm as his
own lance, for I saw by his motions that he was rubbing
it between his fingers.
“How delightful,” said
Olivia, a shudder of delight running through her frame.
“It is too much! Stay! let me open my thighs
a little wider there, that is much better,
now you can manipulate my slit a great deal easier.
What intense pleasure! Rub my clitoris harder
and titillate the interior of my mount with your other
finger.”
“Yes, darling, I will, but,
your petticoats are in the way,” replied Horace.
“I want to see my finger enter in and out of
your luscious grotto.”
“I will soon remedy that,”
she replied, lifting her petticoats above her navel,
thus exposing her magnificent thighs, a portion of
her white belly, and above all, her delicious con.
“How beautifully you are made,
dear Olivia,” said Horace, devouring with his
eyes the luscious sight before him. “What
a luscious belly, and then this masterpiece of nature this
splendid bushy mount... what words can I find to express
its beauties what fine silky down surrounds
this luscious little con! How deliciously the
lips pout, inviting a visitor. Let me examine
the interior of this abode of happiness.”
So saying, Horace seated himself on
the ground between Olivia’s thighs. With
the fingers of one hand he opened the lips of her slit
and peered curiously into the ruby cavity. He
passed the other hand behind her, molding and pressing
her buttocks, even advancing one finger into the narrow
passage adjacent to the haven of love. After continuing
this play for a minute or two, he inserted his tongue
between the lips of her bijou, titillated the interior
of her grotto, sucking her clitoris. Olivia was
almost mad with pleasure, and showed it by opening
her thighs to the widest extent. When she felt
his tongue come in contact with her clitoris she experienced
the acme of delight.
“Stop, dear Horace,” said
Olivia, throwing her arms around his neck, “or
I shall spend I shall indeed Oh darling,
darling for heaven’s sake, stop.”
“It is a hard matter to leave
the interior of your luscious grotto,” said
Horace withdrawing his tongue from her slit and looking
into her face. “The sensitive folds of
your vagina embraced my tongue so deliciously, and
your clitoris is so beautiful that I hate to give it
up. But, darling, let me see your beautiful bubbies.”
“How fond you are of molding
and pressing a woman’s breasts,” returned
Olivia, unhooking her dress and shaking it off her
shoulders, thus exposing her magnificently developed
semiglobes. “Then here they are. Do
what you like with them. See how stiff and firm
the nipples stand out.”
Horace then began to toy with her
breasts, molding and pressing them and then sucking
their rosy nipples. While he was thus engaged,
Olivia took possession of his staff of love-capping
and uncapping its large ruby head.
“This is too beautiful,”
said Horace, burying his head between her breasts.
“I can contain myself no longer. Come dearest,
let us perform the last act of love I must
embrace you. You see how eager my member is to
enter your delicious con.”
“I assure you my slit is not
less eager to receive it. Dear Horace, I burn
for you come, my dear angel come!
Embrace me. Bury this delicious instrument into
the deepest recesses of my vagina. Do not spare
me push it in to the very hilt, make your
testicles knock against my bottom. Come, darling,
into me quick. See I open the portals
for you there now you have a
fair mark come darling come!”
While she was thus speaking, she half
reclined herself on the sofa and opened her thighs
to the widest extent. He then divided the lips
of her salacious con with a finger of each hand and
revealed the interior of that ruby grotto. Horace
rushed between her thighs, and passing one arm around
her neck, brought his instrument to the entrance of
her slit. Olivia placed one of her feet on a
table, standing close by the sofa, thus stretching
her thighs as widely apart as possible. In another
moment he was plunged to the very hilt in her body.
“There, dear girl, you have
it now,” said Horace when his instrument
was clasped by the lips of her coral sheath. “Oh,
how deliciously warm your vagina is! Oh, how
tightly your lovely con clasps my penis, and your
delicious belly, how soft it is! Your charming
bubbies too, how delightfully they beat against my
chest! Stay, I must suck the nectar from those
rosy lips once more.” He continued bending
forward and took one of the strawberry nipples in
his mouth, at the same time continuing his energetic
thrusts. “There, how heavenly! how delicious!
how exquisite!”
“It is too much, darling!”
returned Olivia, throwing her legs around his loins.
“Closer-closer still. Look in the mirror
and see how deliciously your penis fills my vagina.
Stay, let me raise my thighs a little, you will see
it better then. There, now you see it. How
lusciously it enters in and out of the coral cavity now I
can see its ruby head now it is lost in
the hair covering my mount,” (his strokes quickened)
“Oh! Oh! I can stand no more,”
she continued, wiggling her buttocks. “Dear
love, I spend I come I come! Oh!
Oh .”
“I too am coming there, dear Olivia come!
come!”
During this scene their motions had
increased rapidly. Horace giving violent thrusts
and Olivia meeting him with corresponding motions of
her buttocks. As the climax approached they seemed
crazy with excitement and at the moment of emission
their legs and thighs mingled together in confusion.
You may be sure that I was no passive
inspector of this scene; during its continuance, Laura
had taken possession of my Mons Veneris,
and with her finger sought to give my excited feeling
relief. At the moment of their discharge, I too
succumbed, and was so much overcome that I was compelled
to sit down to catch my breath for a few minutes.
When I had somewhat recovered I again
took my station at the post to enjoy commanding a
view of the chamber.
Horace was now stretched lengthwise
on the sofa; he was perfectly naked and Olivia was
lying on the top of him, also stark naked. His
arm was passed around her loins and he pressed her
tightly against his belly. His left hand rested
on her shoulder. Her mouth was fixed to his, and
her breasts rested on his chest. Her thighs were
stretched widely apart and Horace’s staff was
so deeply imbedded in Olivia’s slit that the
very hair of their genitals intermingled. They
evidently experienced intense pleasure. Olivia’s
buttocks were elevated high in the air and she moved
them energetically. Every time she raised her
bottom I could see Horace’s lance entering in
and out of the lips of her bushy mount, and sometimes
I could even see the rosy head of his dart as he plunged
it again and again into her coral slit. This motion
became more rapid, and soon the lips of Olivia’s
glorious con seemed to contract and embrace Horace’s
staff closely. She then gave two or three convulsive
struggles and ended by falling without motion on Horace’s
belly, at the same moment I saw the sperm trickle
down her thighs.
“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 buttocks 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 buttocks
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 passing his hand
in front of her, buried two of his fingers in her hairy
mount. Every thrust of his buttocks sent his
fingers deeper into her vagina, giving her intense
delight. Suddenly I saw her put her hand between
her own lily-white thighs and tickle his testicles;
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
vagina; 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 breasts 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 vagina 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 passed 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 buttocks.
They both soon emitted.
I saw a great many other couples,
but as they were for the most part a repetition 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 sexual 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 surpassing 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 breasts
from its bonds of confinement and pushed it forward
for him to kiss.
“Baisez mon téton, 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
fuck me, fuck me, my cunt 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 excitée, que je ne lé 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
buttocks 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 assumed 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 breasts, 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 testicles now she even caressed
his buttocks. 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 assume 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 vagina.
But she only kept it there for a minute, for jumping
up again she placed it between the fleshy cushions
of her buttocks, 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 mass 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 penis
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 passed
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 finishing with a prolonged sigh,
she poured down her tribute to the god 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 glass herself, she poured another glass
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 passage adjacent to the legitimate
road and kept time with his tongue and finger.
Every time his tongue came in contact with her clitoris,
a convulsive shudder ran through her and her bottom
moved responsively to his titillations. At
last they both succumbed he from the force
of imagination and she from the actual contact of his
organ of speech on her excited clitoris.
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.