Love in the Shadows

In two days afterward, all the disagreeable marks of this very severe whipping had disappeared. On the following day, we were invited to spend the afternoon at the grange, a beautiful place about two miles from us. The afternoon was fine and warm; we walked there and arrived about four o'clock. Mr. and Mrs. Kalson were in the drawing room, but at once they desired us to go in the garden and amuse ourselves with their three daughters, whom we would find there. We went at once and found them amusing themselves on a swing. Tiya, the eldest, about nineteen, was swinging a sister about two years younger, a very fine, fully developed young woman. Indeed, all three sisters were finer women and more beautiful than the average young lady.

Another sister, Riya, was not seated but standing on the board between the ropes. Tiya was making both mounts as high as possible. They were laughing loudly when we found them at the gestures each made—one advancing, the other retiring. Riya's light dress of muslin and single gown, as she retired and the wind came up from behind, bulged out in front and exposed her limbs up to her belly, so that one could see that her mount was already well furnished. The other, in advancing, threw her legs up and exposed all the underside of her thighs and a part of her bottom, and you could just discern that there was dark hair between the lower thighs and bottom.

As they considered me a child, I was no match for their mirth and sport. On the contrary, they gave me a long rope to pull down the swing when it was at its highest, and I sat down on the grass for greater convenience. The fine limbs and hairy quims exposed freely before me from moment to moment excited my passions. None of them wore more than one gown, and they had no drawers, so when they mounted to the highest point from me, I had the fullest possible view of them all. My cock soon rose to a painful extent, which I really believe was noticed and enjoyed by them. I observed, too, that I was an object of attention to Miss Rozy, who shortly seated herself in the swing and allowed me to swing her with the end of the rope. I even fancied that she threw up her legs more than was at all necessary; at all events, she naturally, with the strong feelings I had towards her, excited me more than all the rest.

We were as merry as could be, and we passed a delightful evening until eight o'clock, when it began to rain. As it continued and became very heavy, Mr. Kalson ordered out the closed carriage to take us home. It was a small car, only seating two. Suzy took Shine on her knee, and Miss Rozy took me on hers. I do not know how it happened, but her lovely arm soon passed around my body as if to hold me on her knee, and her hand fell, apparently by accident, exactly on my cock—the touch was electric. In an instant, my member stood stiff and strong beneath her hand. Still, Miss Rozy, who must have felt the movement going on beneath her fingers, did not remove her hand but rather seemed to press more upon it. In my boyish ignorance, I imagined she was not aware of what was happening. The motion and jolting of the carriage over a rough road caused her hand to rub up and down upon my erected and throbbing member. I was almost beside myself, and to conceal my condition, I feigned sleep. I let my head fall on Miss Rozy's shoulder and neck—she allowed this.

Whether she thought I had really fallen asleep, I do not know, but I was quite sensible when her fingers pressed my swollen and throbbing cock, and I thought she was measuring its size.

The tight grasp she managed to gain and the continued jolting of the carriage brought me up at last to such a pitch state that a greater jolt than usual, repeated two or three times in succession, each followed by a firmer pressure of her charming fingers, caused me such an excess of excitement that I actually swooned away with the most delicious sensation I had ever experienced in my life. It was some time before I knew where I was or what I was about, and I was only made conscious of our arrival at home by Miss Rozy shaking me to rouse me up. I stumbled up, but though partially stupefied, I fancied Miss Rozy's eyes shone with a brilliance I had never before observed and that there was a bright, hectic flush on her cheek. She refused to go into the parlor but hurried to bed on the pretense of a headache.

When I retired to bed and took off my shirt, I found it all sticky and wet in front.

It was thus that I paid my first tribute to Venus. I thought long over this evident approach to familiarity on the part of Miss Rozy and went to sleep with a lively hope of a more private interview with her when I trusted that her evident passion would initiate me in the pleasures to be derived from her beauteous body.

But again fate intervened, and another, not less beautiful, more experienced, and more inclined to the sport, was to be my charming mistress in love's revels.

Two days after this, Mr. Kalson was unexpectedly called away on pressing affairs, which he feared might detain him for three weeks. He left Mrs. Kalson with us. As he had to be driven about nine miles to the town where the coach passed, Mamma took the opportunity to go to the town with him. Mrs. Kalson complained of not being equal to the fatigue, and Mamma told Miss Rozy she would like her company, and as the two girls wanted new shoes, they could go also; I was to remain at home, and Mamma desired me to be quiet and attentive to Mrs. Kalson, who, observing no one, said to me with a peculiar look.