Bab 7: The Forbidden Love
"I shall want you to hold my skeins, Alexander, so don't go out of the way, but be ready for me as soon as they are gone."
She then went up to her bedroom, where Mr. Kalson immediately joined her, no doubt to re-enact the scene I had already witnessed from the closet on a previous day. They were fully occupied together for half an hour. At length, all was ready, and off they went, leaving me with a fate I had little dreamt of.
Mrs. Kalson proposed we go up to the drawing room, which looked out to the garden and was nowhere overlooked. I followed her and could not help admiring her fine figure as she preceded me in going upstairs. Although pale in complexion, she was well made and very elegant in her carriage, and she sat down on a low, easy chair, throwing herself completely back and crossing one leg over the other, apparently without being aware that she carried her petticoats up with the action, and exhibited the beautiful underleg up to the garter.
I had never forgotten the day when, secreted in the closet, I saw them completely exposed and how charming they were.
Her present negligent attitude, although far from the same exposure I speak of, was still, with the former recollection running in my head, enough to set my whole blood on fire.
I have before remarked what a power beautiful and well-stockinged legs, ankles, and small feet had upon my nervous system, and so it was now.
As I gazed upon her handsome legs, ankles, and feet, I felt my prick swell and throb in a manner that could not fail to be perceptible to Mrs. Kalson, especially as her head lay on a level with that part of me as I stood before her.
Although she continued knitting, I could see that her eyes were directed to that part of my person and fixed upon the increasing distention of my trousers.
In a few minutes, she gave me a skein of worsted to hold and desired me to kneel in front of her so as to bring my hands down to the level of the low chair on which she was seated.
I knelt close to the footstool on which her foot rested; it was raised up, and a very slight movement brought it against my person, at first rather below where my throbbing prick was distending my trousers.
As she commenced to wind her ball, she gradually pushed her foot further forward until the toe actually touched the knob of my cock and occasionally moved it right and left, exciting me beyond measure.
I flushed up to the very ears and trembled so violently that I thought I should have dropped the skein.
"My dear boy, what is the matter with you that you blush and tremble so much? Are you unwell?"
I could not answer; I blushed more than ever. The skein at length was finished.
"Alexander," she said, "get up and come here."
I rose and stood by her side.
"What have you got in your trousers that is moving?"
And here her busy fingers commenced unbuttoning them. Released from confinement, out started my prick—stiff as iron and as large as that of a youth of eighteen. Indeed, I was better hung than one boy selected out of five hundred of that age. Mrs. Kalson, who had pretended to be perfectly astonished, exclaimed
"Good gracious, what a pego! Alexander, my darling, you are a man, not a boy. What a size, to be sure!" and she gently handled it. "Is it often in this state?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"For how long?"
"Ever since Miss Rozy came."
"And pray, sir, what has Miss Rozy's coming had to do with it?"
"Come now, Alexander, be candid with me; what is it you mean when you say Miss Rozy has caused you to be in such a state? Have you shown her this, and has she handled it?"
"Oh! dear no; never, never!"
"Is it her face, her bosom, or her legs that have captivated you?"
It was her feet and ankles, ma'am, with her beautiful legs, which she sometimes exhibited without knowing."
"And do all ladies' legs and ankles produce this effect upon you?"
"Oh, yes, ma'am, if they are neat and pretty!"
"And what makes you so excited now?"
"It was the sight of your beautiful legs just now and the recollection of what I saw the other day, ma'am," I stammered out, blushing more than ever.
While this conversation was going on, her soft hand grasped my distended prick and commenced slowly slipping the loose skin over the swollen head, allowing it to slip back again.
"I suppose, Alexander, after what you saw in the closet, you know what this is meant to do."
I muttered out an indistinct reply that I did, and I hung down my blushing face.
"You have never put it into a lady, have you?"
"Oh! dear no, ma'am."
"Would you like to do so?"
I did not answer but sheepishly held down my head.
"Did you see what I had in the same place when you were in the closet?"
I muttered, "Yes, ma'am."
"Would it afford you any pleasure to see it again?"
"Oh, yes, so much!"
Mrs. Kalson went to the window, drew down the blind, then gently turned the key in the door. Returning to the chair and drawing well up her dress, gown, and chemise, she exposed all her body up to the middle of her belly and sat down, stretching herself backwards and opening her thighs well.
"Well, my dear boy, look at it if you wish."
I was no longer shy. Nature prompted me to an act of gallantry that gratified the lady immensely. Falling on my knees, I glued my lips to the delicious spot, pushing my tongue in as far as I could, and sucked it. It was quite spunky; I had no doubt but that Mr. Kalson had fucked her two or three times just before leaving. This, however, made no difference to me. The attack was as unexpected as it was delightful for the lady. She placed both hands on my head and pressed my face against her throbbing cunt. She was evidently hotly excited, not only by what I was then doing but also by the scene, the conversation, and the handling of my prick, which she had been indulging in. She wriggled her bottom nervously below me, and I continued to greedily lick her moist and juicy cunt.
"I am sure I can depend upon your prudence, my dear Charles, to keep all this a profound secret from everyone. Your Mamma thinks you are a child and will suspect nothing. I shall take the opportunity to suggest that you sleep in the small room adjoining my bedroom, with which there is a door of communication. When everyone is gone to bed, I shall open the door, and you shall come and sleep with me, and I will let you enjoy me as you saw Mr. Kalson do the other day. Will you like that?"
"Oh! Above all things, oh, yes. But you must also allow me to kiss that delicious spot again, which has just given me such pleasure. Will you not, ma'am?"
"Oh, yes, my darling boy, whenever we can do so safely and unobserved, but I must impress upon you never to seem very familiar with me before anyone or to take the slightest liberty unless I invite you to do so. Anything of the sort would certainly draw attention, lead to our detection, and at once put an end to what I mean shall be a delightful connection for you as well as myself."
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