Part 7 (2/2)

”'Come, darling,' said Florence, 'let us rub b.r.e.a.s.t.s 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 b.r.e.a.s.t.s 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 cus.h.i.+ons, 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 b.u.t.tocks. 'Great Heavens! Amy, how the sight of your beauties fires me!

What magnificent b.u.t.tocks, 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 t.i.tillated my v.a.g.i.n.a. 'How charming, how delicious,' she repeated.

'Amy, I am in a blaze--my slit is on fire. How deliciously tight your v.a.g.i.n.a clasps my finger and what a delightful warmth is there. There!

Now I have your c.l.i.toris! How stiff it is!'

”'Dearest Florence,' I exclaimed, wiggling my b.u.t.tocks, for the in-and-out motion of her finger was more than I could bear--'your touchings and t.i.tillations 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 b.u.t.tocks 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 rec.u.mbent 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 c.l.i.toris, 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 t.i.tillated her highly excited c.l.i.toris.

”'Great Heavens, Florence,' I exclaimed, 'what a beautiful bijou yours is! What delicious pouting lips! What a forest of black hair and then your c.l.i.toris--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 pa.s.sage, and t.i.tillated her c.l.i.toris with the tip of it.

”'Great G.o.d! how delicious,' I exclaimed, 'I feel ready to come again--I do indeed darling.'

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