Horace then began to toy with her breasts, molding and pressing them and then sucking their rosy nipples. While he was thus engaged, Olivia took possession of his staff of love-capping and uncapping its large ruby head.
"This is too beautiful," said Horace, burying his head between her breasts. "I can contain myself no longer. Come dearest, let us perform the last act of love—I must embrace you. You see how eager my member is to enter your delicious con."
"I assure you my slit is not less eager to receive it. Dear Horace, I burn for you—come, my dear angel—come! Embrace me. Bury this delicious instrument into the deepest recesses of my vagina. Do not spare me—push it in to the very hilt, make your testicles knock against my bottom. Come, darling, into me quick. See—I open the portals for you—there—now you have a fair mark—come darling—come!"
While she was thus speaking, she half reclined herself on the sofa and opened her thighs to the widest extent. He then divided the lips of her salacious con with a finger of each hand and revealed the interior of that ruby grotto. Horace rushed between her thighs, and passing one arm around her neck, brought his instrument to the entrance of her slit. Olivia placed one of her feet on a table, standing close by the sofa, thus stretching her thighs as widely apart as possible. In another moment he was plunged to the very hilt in her body.
"There, dear girl, you have it now," said Horace—when his instrument was clasped by the lips of her coral sheath. "Oh, how deliciously warm your vagina is! Oh, how tightly your lovely con clasps my penis, and your delicious belly, how soft it is! Your charming bubbies too, how delightfully they beat against my chest! Stay, I must suck the nectar from those rosy lips once more." He continued bending forward and took one of the strawberry nipples in his mouth, at the same time continuing his energetic thrusts. "There, how heavenly! how delicious! how exquisite!"
"It is too much, darling!" returned Olivia, throwing her legs around his loins. "Closer-closer still. Look in the mirror and see how deliciously your penis fills my vagina. Stay, let me raise my thighs a little, you will see it better then. There, now you see it. How lusciously it enters in and out of the coral cavity—now—I can see its ruby head—now it is lost in the hair covering my mount," (his strokes quickened) "Oh! Oh! I can stand no more," she continued, wiggling her buttocks. "Dear love, I spend—I come—I come!—Oh! Oh—."
"I too am coming—there, dear Olivia—come! come!"
During this scene their motions had increased rapidly. Horace giving violent thrusts and Olivia meeting him with corresponding motions of her buttocks. As the climax approached they seemed crazy with excitement and at the moment of emission their legs and thighs mingled together in confusion.
You may be sure that I was no passive inspector of this scene; during its continuance, Laura had taken possession of my Mons Veneris, and with her finger sought to give my excited feeling relief. At the moment of their discharge, I too succumbed, and was so much overcome that I was compelled to sit down to catch my breath for a few minutes.
When I had somewhat recovered I again took my station at the post to enjoy commanding a view of the chamber.