Part 11 (1/2)

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 s.h.i.+vered 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. s.e.xual enjoyment appeared to be a perfect pa.s.sion 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 G.o.d,” 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 ma.s.s 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 b.u.t.tocks 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 t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es.

”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 b.r.e.a.s.t.s, 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 t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es directly over my two ivory globes. He then lowered his bottom and rubbed his staff and pendants against soft cus.h.i.+ons, nay more, he pressed my b.r.e.a.s.t.s closely together and nestled his engine between them. Great heavens, how these delicious touchings excited me; nor was he less moved, for his b.u.t.tocks actually quivered with delight.

”Kate,” said he, ”how delicious your b.r.e.a.s.t.s feel to my pego; I could almost fancy it was its own proper nest,” and he commenced to move his b.u.t.tocks 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 t.i.tillation 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 v.a.g.i.n.a. After allowing it to rest there a few moments, he pushed it further in until it was wholly engulfed in my glowing pa.s.sage.

”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 v.a.g.i.n.a and carried it to the top of my slit, and tickled my c.l.i.toris.

”There now, I have the little sentinel between my fingers. Heavens, how soft it is,” he said, rubbing it gently.