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 sexual 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 assured 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 titles 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
lustful 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 buttocks; 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 buttock; 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
penis; 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 Galère 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 buttocks 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 Revêche 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 space, 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 penis, 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.
When we entered this apartment a delicious
languor stole over me, and my amorous feelings were
excited to an intense degree. I threw myself
into Ralph’s arms, squeezing, kissing, nay even
biting him. He returned my embraces with as much
ardor as my own. I placed my hand outside his
trousers and felt his stiff instrument.
“Stop, darling,” said
he, “these invidious clothes are in the way I
should love to feel your hand on my naked staff.”
So saying he began to undress, and
in a few moments he was entirely naked. It was
glorious to see his manly form in a state of nature.
I rushed to him, I kissed his naked body all over.
He shivered in my arms, and I really believe he would
have discharged had he not torn himself from my embrace.
As for myself I was on fire. The contact of his
firm flesh sent a thrill of joy through my system,
and I had to exert the greatest control to prevent
myself from pouring down the elixir of love.
“Now, Kate,” said Ralph,
“it is nothing but fair that you should let me
see you naked.”
“Dearest Ralph, do with me as
you will; my whole body is yours.”
“Bless you, darling, I only
hope I may be able to satisfy you to your heart’s
content.”
So saying he actually tore off my
clothes and reduced me to a perfect state of nudity.
He then led me to a sofa and reclined me upon it.
I never saw a man so amorous and lascivious
as he was. Sexual enjoyment appeared to be a
perfect passion with him. When he had placed me
on the sofa he stood a few feet off that he might
better observe my naked beauties.
“Great God,” he exclaimed,
“what glorious beauty! How magnificently
formed your body is, dear Kate. What a delicious
bust, what glorious semiglobes, how firm and hard,
and then your belly, how white and smooth! What
well developed thighs, what straight legs, and above
all that masterpiece of nature your delicious
con. Open your thighs a little, dear Kate, that
I may get a better view of it. There, that’s
it, now I can see it perfectly. How inviting the
lips look amidst that mass of black hair! How
closely they fold together showing a line of coral
between them! Oh, how I long to taste the sweets
of that delicious grotto. Now, dear Kate, turn
on your belly, and elevate your buttocks a little there,
that’s it exactly. Great heavens, the back
of the picture is even more glorious than the front!
What a delicious bottom! How closely the cheeks
come together.”
He now began to kiss what he had admired.
He embraced my bubbies, my belly, my bottom and the
mount of Venus. I could stand no more, but jumping
up from the sofa, I rushed into his arms and exclaimed:
“Dearest Ralph, give me relief or I shall die.”
He pressed me to him my
bubbies came in contact with his chest our
bellies met. The contact of the warm flesh almost
drove us mad we squirmed and wiggled in
each other’s arms we hugged, kissed
and bit each other we rolled on the floor,
interlacing our thighs, his staff touched my con,
the hair of our genitals intermingled we
rubbed our bubbies together. I rolled myself
on the top of him and moved myself backwards and forwards-he
placed a hand on each cheek of my bottom, and pressed
my hairy slit to his testicles.
“Great heavens!” I exclaimed,
“it is coming Ralph Ralph I
must spend I must I must ”
“Dearest Kate, I too there now
it flows now now now ”
A convulsive shudder ran through both
our frames; we closed our eyes in the ecstasy of our
sensations, and both discharged profusely, the divine
liquor running from one to the other. All this
had been effected without any actual conjunction.
A few minutes’ repose followed
and we recovered our energies.
“Kate, my darling,” said
Ralph, “lie down on the sofa again, I want to
manipulate your charms a little more at my ease.
We were so carried away by our feelings that we discharged
before we had sufficiently prolonged our pleasures let
us be more prudent this time.”
Acting upon this wish, I threw myself
on the sofa, and Ralph seated himself on an ottoman
by my side, and commenced to excite me by his caresses.
Fastening himself on the first instance on my breasts,
he sucked my nipples, patted and molded my bubbies
and tickled me under my arms. He was not satisfied
with his tribute of admiration to my bust, but he
straddled my chest and brought his instrument and testicles
directly over my two ivory globes. He then lowered
his bottom and rubbed his staff and pendants against
soft cushions, nay more, he pressed my breasts closely
together and nestled his engine between them.
Great heavens, how these delicious touchings excited
me; nor was he less moved, for his buttocks actually
quivered with delight.
“Kate,” said he, “how
delicious your breasts feel to my pego; I could almost
fancy it was its own proper nest,” and he commenced
to move his buttocks backwards and forwards.
“For heaven’s sake stop,
Ralph, or I shall spend, I shall indeed,” I
exclaimed, “I can feel the crisis approaching.”
“So do I, darling, but it must not be yet.”
He then dismounted and took a seat
by my side on the sofa and began to play with my belly.
He stroked it, rubbed it backwards and forwards with
his hand and tickled my navel. He then descended
to my slit. There he made a full stop, and a
convulsive thrill ran through his body when his hand
came in contact with the bushy forest of dark auburn
hair surrounding my Mons Veneris. He
twined it in his fingers, gently pulling it, just
to cause me the most pleasing titillation without
giving me the slightest pain. He then invaded
the sanctuary of love itself, and gently dividing
the lips of my bijou, cautiously advanced one finger
into my vagina. After allowing it to rest there
a few moments, he pushed it further in until it was
wholly engulfed in my glowing passage.
“Oh, Kate,” he exclaimed,
moving his finger gently in and out of my slit, “what
a charming con you have, how tight it is!
And only to think that I am to bury my staff in this
lovely cavity.”
“Darling,” I replied,
“your lascivious touches almost take away my
senses.”
He withdrew his finger from my vagina
and carried it to the top of my slit, and tickled
my clitoris.
“There now, I have the little
sentinel between my fingers. Heavens, how soft
it is,” he said, rubbing it gently.
During these manipulations on his
part, I was not idle, but paid him back in his own
coin. I stroked down his belly and rubbed his
staff in my hand, making him squirm and wriggle again.
Had anyone peeped in the door at that
moment they would have seen a delicious spectacle.
Such an observer would see a naked girl and man seated
together on a sofa. Our faces were close together.
Ralph had one arm round my neck, his hand resting
on my left shoulder; the other arm was pressed underneath
my right thigh, which was elevated in the air, and
the finger and thumb of that hand were buried in my
con, the lips of which clasped them tightly.
His left leg rested on the ground while the other
was placed on the sofa, thus stretching his thighs
widely apart. I was engaged in rubbing his stiff
member up and down with my left hand, and intense
pleasure was painted on our faces.
“It would be impossible to find
such a pretty little slit as yours,” said he;
“it is a veritable bijou there now,
my finger is wholly inserted.” He continued
forcing his finger to the very hilt into my vagina,
so much so that it actually touched the neck of my
womb. “How deliciously warm it feels, and
it is so tight that when I withdraw I take with it
the inner lips. Now just fancy my finger a man’s
pego now it’s in, now it’s
out now it’s in now it’s
out now .”
“For Heaven’s sake stop!
I don’t want to spend just yet. It is too
delicious,” I exclaimed.
He then made me get up from my recumbent
posture, and placing me in a standing position, put
one of my feet on a chair, while the other foot rested
on the ground. By this attitude my thighs were
stretched widely apart, and my con was fully exposed
to view. He then seated himself again on the
ottoman between my legs. His face by this means
just reached my mount. He commenced to bury his
visage in the hair surrounding my slit.
“Darling Kate,” he said,
“I must now taste the delights of your delicious
con. I have felt it, played with it, but I have
not yet performed the act which is the most delicious
of all to me.”
“Do with me as you will,”
I replied. “I experience nothing but delight
from your touchings.”
“Push your belly a little forward there,
that’s right, now I have it exactly.”
So saying he deliberately separated
the lips of my slit with his tongue, and worked it
into the innermost recesses of my con. God, how
delicious it felt! He then moved his tongue in
and out, at the same time by scientific movement caressing
my clitoris with his lips giving me the
most intense pleasure. I stood directly before
a large mirror, and by looking into it, saw a most
delectable sight. There I stood in my nudity,
my naked body borrowing roseate hues from the artificial
light, and seated between my thighs, his face also
turned towards the mirror was the naked form of the
handsome Ralph. I could see his tongue enter
in and out of my coral sheath, while my breast rose
and fell with the delights of my sensations.
I could tell when his lips came in contact with my
clitoris, not only by my sensations but by the tremor
and writhings of his thighs. His legs were widely
open, and I could see reflected in the glass his glorious
engine in a state of princely erection. The motion
of his tongue increased.
“Darling Ralph, I am going to
spend harder come O co .”
I could hold out no longer, but with
a convulsive heaving of my whole body, I emitted a
profusion of the elixir vitae.
“Kate, dear Kate!” exclaimed
Ralph in an excited tone “I must have
relief; I am in flames.”
I clasped him in my arms, and pushed
him to the sofa, I made him place himself on his hands
and knees, by which position his buttocks were elevated
high in the air. Great God, how magnificent he
looked thus! His splendid buttocks shone in the
gaslight. Between his thighs I could see his
magnificent pego all surrounded with hair, and the
two well-developed pendants. I patted his buttocks,
I separated the cheeks, and titillated the division
between them. My fingers came in contact with
lé trou de son cul. I cautiously penetrated
it and tickled the narrow canal, and kissed his bottom
over and over again. When I had wrought him up
to the highest pitch of desire, I proceeded with further
operations.
“Open your thighs a little wider,
dearest Ralph, so that I may get my head between them you
have given me the most ecstatic pleasure, and I am
determined to do the same for you.”
“Will that do?” he answered,
opening them to the widest extent.
“Beautifully,” I returned,
fixing my head in such a manner that the insides of
each of his thighs rested against my cheeks. I
laid on my back and was so placed that my mouth came
in direct contact with his splendid staff. In
a moment I had taken his engine entirely in my mouth.
I titillated the end of it with my tongue and forced
the foreskin backwards with my lips. It was too
delicious I was ready to spend again.
“Oh, how heavenly!” exclaimed
Ralph. “How beautiful, dear Kate, titillate
my anus.”
I passed my hand behind him, and forced
one of my fingers into the narrow way, moving it in
and out, and keeping time with both my mouth and finger.
I soon had the satisfaction of seeing the climax approach.
He pressed his buttocks together, his muscles stiffened.
“Now I am coming! now Oh! Oh!
Oh!” he exclaimed.
And with a cry of pleasure he emitted profusely.
When we had rested some little time,
I went to a recess and took from it a delicious cordial of
which we both partook freely. It had the effect
of completely restoring our energies.
We commenced our touchings and titillations
and were soon in a glorious state of desire again.
“Kate,” said Ralph, “I
am going to give you a glorious embracing, and if
I don’t make you spend as you have never spent
before, I shall be very much deceived. I intend
to treat your delicious little con to a delicate morsel.
Now, Kate, on your back open your thighs,
and let me engulf my staff in your salacious slit.”
I laughed heartily and threw myself
on my back he was on the top of me in a
moment, and in another second his pego was imbedded
in my con. It touched me to the quick and I experienced
intense pleasure. Ralph, while he was working
his instrument in me, sucked my breasts and played
with my belly, and just when I was about to spend he
placed his hand on the top of my slit and rubbed my
clitoris. This finished the business, and with
a cry of joy I again discharged he at the
same time pouring down his share of the nectar of
Venus.
This last bout appeared to arouse
my amorous desires instead of quenching them, and
I exclaimed in a frenzy:
“Ralph will you do a favor for
me you know that flagellation increases
amorous pleasures. I want you to birch me on my
bottom, while I make myself come with a dildo.”
“Get me a rod, dear Kate, I
should like nothing better than to birch your naked
buttocks.”
I went to a cupboard and procured
from it a birch and a dildo the former
I handed to him. I then placed myself on my hands
and knees on the sofa, thus elevating my bottom in
the air. I then brought the dildo to bear on
my coral sheath, it entered the lips and in another
moment it was plunged to the very hilt into my vagina.
He placed himself behind me and began to lay the birch
gently on my bottom. The skin turned a rosy hue
and I twisted and wriggled under this delectable excitement.
I moved the dildo gently in and out of my con.
“Harder, flog my bottom harder,”
I exclaimed. He obeyed by letting fall a shower
of stripes on my buttocks. The motion of the dildo
in and out of my coral slit grew faster. I wriggled
my buttocks I am coming my bubbies
trembled I was now working for my very life the
instrument moved in and out of my lustful sheath so
quickly that its motion was no longer perceptible.
“Ralph, I spend, I die glorious delicious del del ”
A convulsive shudder ran through my
frame the motion of my hand suddenly stopped,
leaving the dildo still imbedded in my con,
and I fell flat on my belly without any sign of life.
I was recalled to life again by the energetic thrusts
of Ralph’s instrument for seeing my
delirium, he could not restrain himself any longer
but felt that he must share it.
Before we separated we enjoyed each
other several times more. The next day he returned
to New York and I saw him no more.
I was now left entirely alone, but
I was very busy, for the house was full of workmen
embellishing the house and grounds.
I have but a few more words to add.
In due time all the improvements to the house were
finished and I began to feel very lonely.
One winter’s evening just as
I was about to retire to bed I was startled by the
ringing of the front door bell and almost
immediately afterwards I was clasped in my cousin
Harry Duval’s arms. He had just returned
from abroad.
I shall draw a veil over the pleasures
of that night sufficient to say that Harry had become
more dear to me than ever, and I paled before him
in the art of giving sexual delight.
The next week we were married, and
since that time we have settled down into a quiet
life. Neither Harry nor myself desire any change and
our existence has been fraught with every blessing.
The confidence between us is so great, that I have
not hesitated to tell him my history. He has
reposed the same confidence in me by telling me his,
and some day I may perhaps give it to the reader.
And now, dear reader, my task is done.
I bid you an affectionate farewell.