



Produced by Daniel Fromont









The Life and Amours

OF THE

Beautiful, Gay and Dashing

Kate Percival

The Belle of the Delaware

Written by herself



Voluptuous, Exciting, Amorous and Delighting



LONDON - PARIS

1903





VOLUME ONE





Chapter I

CHILDHOOD



I am about to do a bold thing. I am about to give to the world the
particulars of a life fraught with incident and adventure. I am about
to lift the veil from the most voluptuous scenes. I shall disguise
nothing, conceal nothing, but shall relate everything that has happened
to me just as it occurred. I am what is called a woman of pleasure, and
have drained its cup to the very dregs. I have the most extraordinary
scenes to depict, but although I shall place everything before the
reader in the most explicit language, I shall be careful not to wound
his or her sense of decency by the use of coarse words, feeling
satisfied there is more charm in a story decently told than in the bold
unblushing use of term which ought never to sully a woman's lips.

I was born in a small village in the state of Pennsylvania, situated on
the banks of the Delaware, and about thirty miles from Philadelphia. My
father's house was most romantically situated within a few yards of the
river. It was supported as it were, at the back by a high hill, which,
in summer was covered with green trees and bushes. On each side of the
dwelling was a wood so dense and thick that a stranger un-acquainted
with the paths through it could not enter. In front of the house, the
river on sunshiny days gleamed and glistened in the rays of the sun,
and the white sails passing and repassing formed quite a picturesque
scene. At night, however, especially in the winter time, the scene was
different. Then the wind would howl and moan through the leafless trees
and the river would beat against the rocks in a most mournful cadence.
To this day I can remember the effect it had on my youthful mind, and
whenever I hear the wind whistling at night, it always recalls, to my
memory my birth place.

My father was a stern, austere man, usually very silent and reserved. I
only remembered seeing him excited once or twice. My mother had died in
my infancy--(I was but fifteen months at the time) and my father's
sister became his housekeeper. I had but one brother a year older than
myself. How well I remember him, a fine noble-hearted boy full of love
and affection. We were neglected by our father and aunt, and left to
get through our childhood's days as best we could. We would wander
together hand in hand by the river side or in the woods, and often cry
ourselves to sleep in each other's arms at our father's want of
affection for us. We enjoyed none of the gayeties, none of the sports
of youth. The chill of our home appeared to follow us wherever we went,
and no matter how brightly the sun shone, it could not dissipate the
chill around our hearts. I never remember seeing my father even smile.
A continual gloom hung over him, and he usually kept himself locked in
his room except at meal times.

This life continued until I was ten years of age, when one day my
father informed me that the next day I was to go to Philadelphia to a
boarding school. At first I was glad to hear it, for any change from
the dull monotony of that solitary house must be an agreeable one to
me. I ran to the garden to tell my brother; but the moment I mentioned
it, Harry threw himself sobbing in my arms.

"Will you leave me, Kate!" he exclaimed, "What will I do when you are
gone, I shall be so lonely--so very lonely without you?"

"But Harry, darling," I returned, "I shall be back again in a few
months, and then I shall have so much to tell you, and we shall have
such nice walks together."

I succeeded in calming him, especially as our father informed him
before the day was over that he too was to go to a boarding school in
the city of Baltimore. That evening we took our last ramble together
before we left home. It was the month of June, and all nature was
decked in her gayest apparel. It was a beautiful moon-light night, and
the hair [sic] was fragrant with the odor of June roses, of which there
were a large number in the garden. We wandered by the side of the river
and watched the moon rays playing on the surface of the water, while a
gentle breeze murmured softly through the pine trees. On that evening
we settled our future life. It was arranged between us that when Harry
grew up to be a man I should go and keep his house. We dwelt a long
time on the pleasures of such life. At last it was time for us to
return to the house, we embraced each other tenderly and separated.

The next morning I left very early, and in a few hours reached my
destination and was enrolled among the pupils of B.... Seminary, I
shall not dwell long on my school days, although I might devote much of
space to them. I was not a popular girl in the school--I was too cold,
too reserved, and some of the girls said too proud. I took no pleasure
in girlish sports, but my chief amusement was reading. I would retire
to a corner of the school room and while the other girls were at
play--I would be plunged in the mysteries of Mrs. Radcliffs novels, or
some other work of the same character. Frequently the Principal
insisted on my shutting up my book and going out to play, but I would
creep back when she had left the schoolroom, and resume my favorite
occupation. I remained at school seven years, and during that time I
never once visited home, for my father made a special agreement that I
was to spend my vacation at school.

It is strange that, considering the prominent part I had played in the
Court of Venus, that up to the age of seventeen, not a single thought
concerning the relation of the sexes ever entered my head. I had up to
that age never experienced the slightest longing or desire and looked
on all men with the utmost indifference. And yet I knew that I was
called beautiful and was the envy of all my school fellows.

I have not yet given a description of myself to the reader and it is
nothing but right that I should do so. At the age of seventeen my
charms were well developed, and although they had not attained the ripe
fullness which a few years later was the admiration and delight of all
my adorers, still I possessed all the insignia of womanhood. In stature
I was above the medium height, my hair was a dark auburn and hung in
massive bands on a white neck. My eyes were a deep blue and possessed a
languishing voluptuous expression; they were fringed with long silky
eyelashes and arched with brows so finely pencilled that I have often
been accused of using art to give them their graceful appearance. My
features were classically regular, my skin of dazzling whiteness, my
shoulders were gracefully rounded and my bust faultless in its
contours. My more secret charms I shall describe at some future time
when I shall have to expose them to the reader's gaze.

I have said that up to the age of seventeen I had never experienced the
slightest sexual desire. The spark of voluptuousness which has ever
since burnt so fiercely in my breast was destined to be lighted up by
one of my own sex. Yes, dear Laura, it was you who first taught me the
delights and joys of love; it was you who first kindled that flame of
desire that has caused me to experience twelve years of delirious
bliss; it was to your gentle teaching, sweet friend, that I owe my
initiation in all the mysteries of the Court of Venus; it was your soft
hand that pointed out to me that path of pleasure--and all the delight
shown on the wayside. The incident happened in this manner:

About three months before I left school we were told one morning that a
new music and French teacher would take her abode in B-- Seminary the
next day. We were all extremely anxious to see her, and at the expected
hour she made her appearance. Her name was Laura Castleton, and her
father lived in St. Mary's County, Maryland. She was a brunette, about
twenty years of age, and one of the most beautiful girls I ever saw.
She was nearly as tall as myself, but considerably stouter, and her
body was molded in a most exquisite manner. Although her eyes were very
black and her hair like the raven's plume, her skin was as white as
alabaster. Her teeth were as regular as if they had been cut of a solid
piece of ivory, and her hands and feet were fairylike in their
proportions. I was the eldest girl in the school and Laura immediately
made me her companion. She was exceedingly intelligent, well educated,
and well read. I was soon attracted to her and we became inseparable.
We would pass all our spare time reading to each other or in
conversation on literary subjects. I agreed to love her with my whole
heart, and was never happy outside of her company.

"Laura," I said to her one day when we were walking on the playground
with our arms around each other's waist, "why can't we sleep together?"

"Would you like it, Kate?" she asked, bending her black eyes upon my
face with a peculiar gloom in them which sent the blood rushing to my
cheeks--but why and wherefore I did not know.

"Indeed I would, Laura. It would be so nice to lie in your arms all
night."

"Well, darling, I will ask Mrs. B--. I have no doubt that she will give
her consent."

The lovely girl drew me towards her and gave me a warmer kiss than she
had ever before bestowed upon me. The contact of her easy lips to mine
sent an indefinable thrill through my body which I had never
experienced before. In the evening she informed me that she had spoken
to Mrs. B--and that the latter had consented that we should sleep
together. I was overjoyed at this news and longed for night to come so
that I might recline in my darling's arms.

At last the hour of bedtime arrived and I followed Laura to her
chamber. She put the lamp on the dressing table and, kissing me
affectionately, bade me undress myself quickly. We began our toilette
for the night. I was undressed first, and having put on my nightgown, I
sat down on the side of the bed and watched Laura disrobing herself.
After she had removed her dress and her petticoats, I could not help
being struck with her resplendent charms. Her chemise had fallen off
her shoulder, beautifully rounded, and two globes of alabaster reposing
on a field of snow. She appeared to be entirely unaware that I was
watching her, for she sat down on a chair exactly in front of me, and
crossing one leg over the other, she began to remove her garters and
stockings. This attitude raised her chemise in front, and allowed me to
have a full view of her magnificently formed limbs. I even caught sight
of her voluptuous thighs. Laura caught my eye.

"What are you gazing at so earnestly?" she asked.

"I am gazing at your beauties, Laura."

"One would think that you were my lover," returned Laura laughingly.

"So I am, dear--for you know I love you."

"You little witch you, you know well enough what I mean. But if you
want to admire beauty, why not look in the glass, for I am not nearly
as beautiful as you are, dear Kate."

"What nonsense, Laura," I replied, "but come, let us get into bed."

So saying, I jumped between the sheets and was followed almost
immediately by Laura, who first, however, placed the lamp on a chair by
the bedside. She clasped me in her arms and pressed me to her breast,
while she kissed my lips, cheek and eyes passionately. The warmth of
her embraces and her glowing limbs entwined in mine caused a strange
sensation to steal through me. My cheeks burned and I returned her
kisses with an ardor that equalled her own.

"How delightful it is to be in your arms, dear Laura," I exclaimed.

"Do you really like it?" she replied, pressing me still closer to her.
At the same time our nightdresses became disarranged, and I felt her
naked thighs pressing against mine.

Laura kissed me again with even greater warmth than before, and while
she was thus engaged she slipped one of her soft hands in the opening
of my night-chemise, and I felt it descend on one of my breasts. When I
felt this, a trembling seized my limbs and I pressed her convulsively
to my heart.

"What a voluptuous girl you are, Kate," she said, molding my breasts
and titillating my nipples. "You set me on fire."

"I never felt so happy in my life, Laura. I could live and die in your
arms."

I now carried my hand to her globes of alabaster and pressed and molded
them, imitating her in all her actions. Nay, more, I turned down the
bedclothes and, unbuttoning her nightdress in front, I exposed those
charming, snowy hillocks to my delighted gaze. The light of the lamp
shone directly upon them, and I was never tired of admiring the
whiteness, firmness and splendid development of those glowing
semiglobes. I buried my face between them and pressed a thousand kisses
on the soft velvet surface.

"Why Kate, you are a perfect volcano," said Laura, trembling under my
embraces, "and I have been laboring under the delusion that you were an
icicle."

"I was an icicle, darling, but now I have been melted by your charms."

"What a happy man your husband will be," said Laura.

"Happy-why?"

"To enfold such a glorious creature as you in his embrace. If you take
so much delight with one of your own sex, what will you do when clasped
in a man's arms?"

"You are jesting, Laura. Do you suppose for a moment that I will ever
allow a man to kiss and embrace me as you do?"

"Certainly, my love--he will do a great deal more than I do."

"More? What can you mean?"

"Is it possible, Kate, that you do not know?"

"I really do not know. Do tell me, there's a dear girl."

"I can scarcely believe it possible that you are seventeen years of
age--a perfectly developed woman, and that you know nothing of the
mysteries of love. Are you not aware, darling, that you possess a jewel
about you that a man would give half his lifetime to ravish?"

"You speak in riddles, Laura. Where is this jewel?"

"Lie perfectly quiet, and I will show you where it is."

My cheeks burned and I was all aglow, for I had pretended to be more
ignorant than I really was. Laura fastened her lips on my breast and
placed her hand on one of my thighs. She then slowly carried it up the
marble column and at last invaded the very sanctuary of love itself.
When I felt her fingers roaming in the mossy covering of that hallowed
spot, every moment growing more bold and enterprising, I could not help
uttering a faint scream--it was the last cry of expiring modesty, and I
grew as hardy and lascivious as my beautiful companion. I stretched my
thighs open to their widest extent, the better to second the
examination Laura was making of my person. The lovely girl appeared to
be strangely affected while she was manipulating my secret charms. Her
eyes shot fire, her bosom heaved, and she began to wiggle her bottom.
For some time she played with the hair which thickly covered my mount
of Venus--twisting it around her fingers, she then gently divided the
folding lips and endeavored to penetrate the interior of the mystical
grotto--but she could not effect an entrance but was obliged to satisfy
herself with titillating the inside of the lips. Suddenly flows of
pleasure shot through my entire body--for her finger had come in
contact with the peeping sentinel that guarded the abode of bliss, an
article which until that moment I did not know I possessed. She rubbed
it gently, giving me the most exquisite pleasure. If the last remnant
of prudery had not taken flight before, this last act would have routed
it completely. With a single jerk I threw off the bedclothes, and thus
we both lay naked from the waist down.

"How magnificently you are formed, dear Kate," said Laura, examining
all my hidden charms with the aid of the lamp. "What glorious thighs,
what a delicious bijou, what a thick forest of hair, and what a
splendidly developed clitoris. Now, sweet girl, I will make you taste
the most delicious sensation you have ever experienced in your life.
Let me do with you as I will."

"Do what you like with me, darling. I resign myself entirely in your
hands."

Laura now commenced to gently rub my clitoris with her finger, while
she kissed my breasts and lips passionately. I soon began again to
experience the delicious sensation I have spoken of before; rivers of
pleasure permeated through my system. My breasts bounded up and
down--my buttocks were set in motion from the effect of her caressing
finger, my thighs were stretched widely apart, and my whole body was
under the exquisite influence of her scientific manipulations. At last
the acme came, a convulsive shivering seized me, I gave two or three
convulsive heaves with my buttocks, and in an agony of delight I poured
down my first tribute to the god of love.

For a quarter of an hour I lay in a complete state of annihilation, and
was only recalled from it by the kisses of Laura.

"Darling Kate," she exclaimed, "you must give me relief or I shall
die--the sight of your enjoyment has lighted up such a fire within me
that I shall burn up if you do not quench it."

"I will do my best, dear Laura, to assuage your desires. You have made
me experience such unheard-of delight that I should