Although I retained sufficient rigidity to keep him in his place, Mrs. Kalson would not allow any further connection with her, and she made me withdraw and bade me go to sleep like a good boy, and she would give me a further lesson in the morning.
Finding that she was determined on this point and that she disposed herself to slumber, I felt obliged to follow her example, and at last I fell fast asleep. It might have been about five in the morning, quite light at that time of year, when I awoke, and instead of finding myself, as usual, in my own little bed, I found my arms around the person of a charming woman, whose large, plump, smooth bottom lay in my lap, pressing against my belly and thigh. I found my prick already in a rampant state, and it at once began throbbing and forcing its way between the delicious cheeks of her immense bottom, seeking the delightful sheath it had so enjoyed the previous part of the night. Whether Mrs. Kalson was asleep or not, I do not know, but I am inclined to think she really was, given the muttered mistake she made in waking. She was probably dreaming, for she mechanically raised her thighs.
I found more difficulties than I expected, but at length they began to penetrate, although the orifice appeared much tighter than on the previous evening. Excited by the difficulties of the entrance, I clasped the lady firmly around the waist and pushed forcibly and steadily forward. I felt the folds give way to the iron stiffness of my prick, and half of it was fairly embedded in my extremely tight sheath. I put down my hand to press my prick a little downwards to facilitate the further entrance; you may imagine my astonishment when, in so doing, I found myself in the lady's bottom hole instead of her cunt. This at once explained the difficulty of the entrance. I was about to withdraw and place it in the proper orifice when a convulsive pressure of the sphincter caused me such exquisite satisfaction by the pressure of the folds on the more sensitive upper half of my prick, which was so delicious, so much tighter, and more exciting than my previous experience of the cunt, that I could not resist the temptation of carrying the experiment to the end. Therefore, thrusting my two fingers into her cunt, I pressed my belly forward with all my might and sheathed my prick in her bottom hole to its full extent. Mrs. Kalson awoke and exclaimed, "Good heavens! Freddy, you hurt me cruelly.
I wish you would be content with my condition; I shall be unable to walk tomorrow. You know, it always has that effect. It is downright cruel of you—but since you are in, stay quiet a little, and then continue to frig me with your fingers, as you know that eventually gives me great pleasure."
She calls me Freddy; what can she mean? I was, however, too agreeably situated to speculate on anything, but as I was now buried within her bottom-hole, I lay quiet for a few minutes as she had requested, and as her complaints subsided and I felt a slight reciprocating movement, I, too, moved within her, working at the same time with my two fingers in her cunt. By this time, she was wide awake and conscious of who her bedfellow was.
"What are you talking about, Alexander?" She exclaimed, "Do you know where you are?"
"I did not know I was doing anything wrong."
"Doing wrong, indeed! My lady's bottom hole was never intended for a pego. How did you put it in there?"
"I cannot tell; I did not do it on purpose. I thought I was going into the same delightful place I was in last night."
All this time, I was moving my prick in and out of one aperture, and my fingers were working away in the other. The tightness of the sheath around my prick was delicious beyond anything I could conceive, and I think, from the way the lady conducted herself, she liked it as much as I did. At any rate, she permitted me to go on until I had a delicious discharge, and she herself spent all over my hand.
When the bout was over, she jumped out of bed, went to the basin, and, with a sponge, purified herself. After which, she said,
"My dear boy, you had better come and wash yourself, too, and take care not to make a mistake of this kind again, as it is sometimes attended with disagreeable consequences."
It was now perfect sunny daylight, and my enchanting mistress looked so lovely in her almost transparent cambric nightshirt that I was emboldened to ask her to let me see her perfectly naked in all her glorious beauty of form. She gratified me at once, but laughingly, she pulled off my nightshirt and said,
"I, too, must have the pleasure not only of contemplating your promising youthful charms but of embracing your dear form, disencumbered of all the superfluity of dress."
We clasped each other in a most enrapturing embrace, and then my lovely and engaging companion allowed me to turn her in every direction to see, admire, and devour every charm of her exquisitely formed body. Oh! She was indeed beautiful—shoulders broad, bosom, or rather upper neck, flat, not showing any projection of the collar bone; bubbies firm, well separated and round, with most exquisite rosy nipples not much developed; a perfect waist, small naturally, with charming swelling hips, and an immense bottom—it was almost out of proportion, large, but oh, how beautiful. Then her belly, undulating so enticingly and swelling out, the lowest part into a very fine and prominent Mons Veneris, covered with a thick crop of silky and curly light hair; then the entrance to the grotto of Venus had such delicious pouting lips, rosy, but with hair still thick on each side, which is often not the case even with women who have a sufficient tuft above, how beautiful where it exists as it did in this charming and perfect woman, continuing in beautiful little curls not only down to but around her lovely pinky and puckered little bottom-hole, the delights of which I had already, in this infancy of my love education, tasted and enjoyed.
Her two alabaster thighs, worthily supported by their large, well-rounded fleshy forms, are the exquisite perfections of the upper body, as I have already described. How beautiful, elegant, and elongated her legs were, rising from well-turned ankles and her most tiny, beautiful feet. Her skin was white as milk and dazzlingly fair and smooth. To my young eyes, she was a perfect goddess of beauty. Even now, in advanced life, I can remember nothing that, as a whole, surpassed her, although I have met many with points unsurprisingly beautiful—some carry it in the bosom, some in the general carriage, some in the mount of Venus and bottom together, and some in legs and thighs; but this divine creature, without having the appearance of it when dressed, was, when stripped, perfect in all her parts as well as beautiful in face—caressing and voluptuous by nature, and lending herself, with the most enchanting graces, to instruct me in all the mysteries of love and, let me say, of lust also.