A Passionate Love Affair

A very few days after this memorable whipping, some visitors arrived—a gentleman and a lady. The gentleman was an old friend of Mamma who had recently married, and Mamma had asked them to visit her on their wedding tour, so they spent a short time with us. The gentleman was a fine-looking man, tall and powerfully built; the lady was rather delicate-looking but well-shaped, with good breasts and shoulders, a small waist and spreading haunches, well-formed arms, small hands and feet, and very brilliant eyes. I think it was about three days after their arrival that one afternoon I went into the spare room, which was occupied by these visitors; while there, I heard them coming upstairs. The lady entered first, and I had just time to slip into a closet and draw the door to it; it was not quite closed, but nearly so. In a minute, the gentleman followed and, gently shutting the door, locked it. Mrs. Kalson smiled and said, Well, my love, you are a sad teaser; you let me have no rest. Surely, you had enough last night and this morning without wanting it again so soon?" "Indeed, I had not," he said. "I can never have enough of your delicious person. So come, we must not be long about it, or our absence will be observed." He seized her around the waist, drew her lips to his, and gave her a long, long kiss, squeezing her to him and moving himself against her. Then, seating himself, he pulled her on his knee and thrust his hand up her gown, their mouths being glued together for some time. "We must be quick, dear," she murmured. He got up, lifted her on the edge of the bed, threw her back, and, taking her legs under his arms, exposed everything to my view. She had not as much hair on her mount of Venus as Miss Rozy, but her slit showed more pouting lips and appeared more open. Judge my excitement when I saw Mr. Kalson unbutton his trousers and pull out an immense cock. Oh, dear, how large it looked; it almost frightened me with his fingers. He placed the head between the lips of Mrs. Kalson's sheath, and then, letting go of his hold and placing both arms to support her legs, he pushed it all right into her to the hilt at once. I was thunderstruck that Mrs. Kalson did not shriek with agony; it did seem like such a large thing to thrust right into her belly. However, far from screaming with pain, she appeared to enjoy it. Her eyes glistened, her face flushed, and she smiled most graciously at Mr. Kalson. The two appeared very happy. His large cock slipped in and out quite smoothly, and his hands pressed the large, glossy buttocks and pulled them to him at each home thrust. This lasted nearly five minutes, when all at once Mr. Kalson stopped short and then followed one or two convulsive shoves—he was grinning in a very absurd way at her. He remained quiet for a few minutes and then drew out his cock, all soft, with slimy drops falling from it onto the carpet. Taking a towel, he wiped up the carpet, wrapped it around his cock, went to the basin, and washed it. Mrs. Kalson lay for a few minutes longer, all exposed and quite more open than before, and I could see a white slime oozing from it. You can hardly imagine the wild excitement this scene caused me. First, the grand mystery was at once explained to me, and my ignorant longings now knew to what they tended. After giving me plenty of time to realize all the beauties of her private parts, she slipped down on the floor, adjusted her gown, smoothed the disordered counterpane, and then went to the glass to arrange her hair. This done, she quietly unlocked the door, and Mr. Kalson went out. The door was then reopened, and Mrs. Kalson went to the basin, emptied and filled it, then raised up her gown, bathed the parts between her legs with a sponge, and then rubbed everything dry with a towel, all this time exposing everything to my ardent gaze. But, horror of horrors! She, after this, came straight to the closet and gave a slight scream upon discovering me there. I blushed up to the ears and tried to stammer out an excuse. She stared at me at first in silent amazement, but at last she said, How came you here, sir? Tell me. "I was here when you came up; I wanted my football, which was in this closet, and when I heard you coming, I hid myself. I don't know why." For some minutes, she seemed to consider and examine me attentively. She then said, "Can you be discreet?" "Oh, yes, ma'am." "You will never tell anyone what you have seen." "No ma'am." "Well, keep this promise, and I shall try what I can to reward you. Now, go downstairs." I went to the study room, but I was greatly agitated; I scarcely knew what I was doing. The scene I had witnessed had complete possession of my thoughts. In my years as a boy, the mystery now practically explained to me had awakened all the passions of a man. Instead of studying my lessons, my thoughts wandered to Mrs. Kalson, thrown back on the bed with her fine legs and thighs fully exposed, and above all, the sight of the pinky gash with its fleecy hair at the bottom of her belly, which I had seen for some minutes all open and oozing out the slimy juice that followed the amorous encounter they had been indulging in. It seemed so much more developed than Miss Rozy's. I felt sure that Miss Rozy could never take in such a thick, long thing as Mr. Kalson had thrust into his wife, and yet it appeared to go in so easily and move about so smoothly, evidently to the satisfaction and utmost delight of both, as was proved by their ardent embracing, fond murmurs, and voluptuous movements, especially just before they both ceased all movement whatever.