Part 7 (1/2)
she is about to co body I can read it in the tre of her bubbies I can read it in the franticof her eyelids There--dear girl--now it flows-there--there The acme was reached and she fainted away
”I was so excited by what I had seen that, regardless of consequences, I rushed into my cousin's bed chamber She did not hear me for she had not yet recovered her consciousness I pulled out my pocket handkerchief and wiped her lovely bijou perfectly dry I then knelt down by the side of the bed and tenderly kissed the theater of her pleasures The warmth of my embrace doubtless recalled her to herself, for she opened her eyes and gazed on me The moment she saw me she uttered a faint scream
”'Hush, dear Emmeline,' I exclaimed 'It is I, your cousin Herbert
After what I have seen, all further reserve would be folly I love you, my dear cousin, andabout it'
”'Proht, and youyou please with me,' she replied
”'I swear it,' I answered
”The beautiful girl no sooner heard me utter these words than she threw her arms round my neck and kissed me passionately I twined her beautiful limbs in mine and rolled over her on the bed I now laid on nificent buttocks towards uided ht upward motion on ratification of seeingthe act of coition Eine pierce her vitals, was alhs between hers, and in the deliriurasped the bedclothes I felt that I was about to e that she was not quite ready to come, I passed a hand round her hips and titillated her clitoris withdown her eether
”I have already, , or I could detain you for hours yet with an account of the various modes in which I enjoyed my cousin I could also tell you how I overcame the virtue of five of ht we all enjoyed an orgy in my cousin Emmeline's chamber But in such a relation I should necessarily have to repeat scenes I have already depicted so I forbear
”My cousin Emmeline was married on the day appointed I returned home, became acquainted with my present wife and was et Amy to accept my embraces I shall leave the details for her to tell”
Amy blushed and would fain have been excused--but we both insisted
Amy was not obdurate, and could not withstand our entreaties She commenced her history in the terms which will be found in the next chapter
Chapter II
AMY DENMEAD'S HISTORY
”I was born in Philadelphia My father was a large and successful e house in the upper part of Chestnut Street, and my father's wealth procured me every luxury that the heart could wish for I never knewMy sister was e My ideas up to that ti the sexes, but I was soon destined to be fully enlightened
”I felt very dull after one away, and my father proposed that I should write and ask my old school fellow, Florence Maltby, to coreed to this proposition, for I loved Florence and had not seen her for several years, although we kept up a constant correspondence
”Florence accepted reed upon she took up her abode with us
”Miss Maltby was a beautiful girl about twenty years of age, her hair and eyes were black--in fact she was a decided brunette She was fiery, is to converse about, and in a few hours all our old friendshi+p was reknit, and we becaether
”For two or three nights nothing occurred of special moreat deal of warether, but I thought nothing of it
”One night, about a week after she had been an inmate of our house, e retired to our cha as usual, Florence seated herself on the side of the bed and watchedI had unhooked the front of my dress, and it had fallen onopen in front, allowed my two breasts to be seen; nay, even a portion of the white plain beloas visible Florence no sooner saw this than her eyes brightened and she ran up to h this action somewhat surprised me, I made no resistance, and to tell the truth the contact of her soft hands on reeable
”'What delicious breasts you have,' said Florence 'Hoell fore! See how stiff the rosy nipples stand out from this field of snow! Oh, hoould love to kiss and press thelobes 'And then your belly, how soft and white it is,' she continued, passing her hand over it, 'how happy will the man be who presses that belly to his own'
”'Oh, fie, Florence, you should not talk in thatwith the fire kindled in erate er than yours--but they are not one bit more handsome, more firm, nor more elastic Come dear, let us coratified as well as yourself'