The Life and Amours of the Beautiful, Gay and Dashing Kate Percival Part 12

"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 b.r.e.a.s.t.s 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 c.l.i.toris. 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 d.i.l.d.o."

"Get me a rod, dear Kate, I should like nothing better than to birch your naked b.u.t.tocks."

I went to a cupboard and procured from it a birch and a d.i.l.d.o--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 d.i.l.d.o to bear on my coral sheath, it entered the lips and in another moment it was plunged to the very hilt into my v.a.g.i.n.a. 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 d.i.l.d.o 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 b.u.t.tocks. The motion of the d.i.l.d.o in and out of my coral slit grew faster. I wriggled my b.u.t.tocks--I am coming--my bubbies trembled--I was now working for my very life--the instrument moved in and out of my l.u.s.tful 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 d.i.l.d.o 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 s.e.xual 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.

THE END