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  For a while the adorable creature continued in her expectant attitude. At last, seeing that not only had I not made proper application of the essential specific, but had not yet even disclosed it, she sat up on the edge of the bed and sighed patiently.

  'Still bashful, eh? Well, come sit beside me. Either you've had too much of women or none at all. Which is it? Are you a virgin?'

  I nodded affirmatively. All too truly.

  'Well, well. I should feel honoured. You are my first beginner. But I thought nature would take care of herself and tell you what to do. Come closer. Put your arms around me. Now play with me while I get you ready.'

  She bit her lower lip, and with a pretty little frown of earnestness, began studiously to attack the front buttons of my trousers. I was mortified beyond words. What could I say, after leading her on so far? I could only await the inevitable.

  The last button was opened. Her pretty little hand insinuated itself into the gap with becoming awkwardness, felt about with increasing anxiety for the stiff bar of flesh, the male ne plus ultra, that should have sprung to her grasp, but was not there.

  Instead she encountered only the soft silk of the feminine underthings I had retained despite my disguise. Grope as she might, there was not even the meagerest suspicion of the affirmative instrument she was no doubt sufficiently acquainted with to certify the absence of.

  'Mother of God!' she exclaimed in horror, rapidly making the sign of the cross over her nude bosom. 'What kind of man are you? Have you been castrated? Were you born this way? And those silk underclothes - Ugh!'

  I could only hang my head in shame.

  'Why don't you answer me?' she went on. 'Are you deaf and dumb too? Why do you come here to waste a poor girl's time, you - you dirty catamite!' And she slapped me sharply across the cheek.

  Still I could not articulate a sound. Bursting into tears of discomfiture and shame, my head still hung low, I pulled off the cap that till now I had kept jealously on my head. The loosely piled up tresses of my hair tumbled about my face and bosom like a shower of autumn leaves.

  'Good Jesus, help me!' exclaimed the pious Nanette in amazement at this denouement. 'A woman! Or can it be a further deception of the devil?'

  'No - a woman.' I spoke for the first time. Still sceptical, the good Nanette, with native directness, whipped down my already fully opened trousers, and searched through the tangle of my silk chemise till she found the conclusive proof of my statement.

  Laughing delightfully now, with relief and appreciation for the jest, she placed a kiss on the bare smooth skin of my thigh, a quick little kiss that set us both blushing furiously.

  'And a very pretty woman, too. My faith - but you surely fooled me.' She was looking me up and down, her eyes ever glistening and dancing with interest. 'But I don't care. I'd rather you were a woman anyway. I don't like men. They're just my business. But you - there was something about you that I liked from the beginning.'

  Her bright smile was irresistible. 'You too, Nanette; there was something about you that made me really almost fall in love with you. Even now I wish I were a man.'

  For the first time in that whole hectic evening I felt happy and released from the strain of carrying on my pretence. Kicking the trousers off from my ankles, I lay back upon the soft bed.

  'Why don't you take those stiff ugly clothes off, dearie?' Nanette suggested. 'You've only been up here a few minutes. Your friends are probably busy with the other women and have forgotten all about you.'

  I complied, while she considerately helped me off with the now hateful coat, vest, shirt and heavy shoes. In a moment I was lying comfortably on the bed with nothing on but a pale green silk chemise.

  'You are built beautifully,' Nanette said in low, admiring tones. I returned a similar compliment, but she ignored it, engrossed only in me.

  'Your breasts are so full and rounded,' she went on. 'How did you ever keep them out of sight without a corset? They must be much softer and more compressible than mine. Mine are hard and firm. Feel.' And she led my hand to one of her globes of ivory, which may have been firm, but hard, never.

  'Do you care if I touch yours?' she asked now, rather anxiously. I assented.

  To complete her comparison, she gently slipped my chemise down off my bosom to my very hips - and then, suddenly abandoning the pretext of polite conversation, she threw herself upon me, fondling, kissing and biting my breasts with the fierce ardour of a lover and murmuring, 'I love you! I love you!'

  The strange, perhaps abnormal, emotion, the merest suggestions of which I had felt before, now flamed forth in an overwhelming fever that must have out-temperatured Nanette's hot lips at every point where they met my flesh. My will melted away. I lay, grateful and passive to her caresses. Vaguely, I wondered at the forceful affirmativeness of her passion; as for myself, I still felt only deliciously feminine - although in my consciousness a gathering undertone insisted on mad, wild pleasures, the more forbidden, the more perverted, the more blasphemous to codes of man or God, the better!

  My Nanette was leaning over my outstretched form at right angles to it, thus giving herself access to every part of me. Using her hands no more than if she had had none, she continued covering me with hot kisses. Now she leaves off sucking my nipples to tongue the tiny ticklish depression of my navel, leaving a path of deliciously wet kisses in her wake.

  On every exposed part of my body her lips worship. Now she is venturing lower to my hips. At this extra-sensitive zone her kisses cause my abdomen to contract sharply, spasmodically, again and again.

  All over my belly again and down toward my thighs her kisses trail delightfully, setting off little titillating explosions of sensation through my whole body. As she goes lower, and lower still, she pushes before her with her head the loose silk chemise that lies lightly in her path - still not deigning to use her hands. I aid her by slightly raising my hips and buttocks from the bed, and thus she drives this last flimsy garment down before her with her kisses, down every fought-for inch to my thighs, and to my very knees.

  Now up my thighs, and as deeply between them as she can reach, her lips and tongue run their delicious way. Gradually, I allow her to force my legs apart. Unceasingly she kisses and bites the inviting soft white flesh of my between-thighs, closer, closer to my awakening centre.

  Panting with passion, she arrives at the edge of the very spot; then, exhausted by her continual kissing, she rests, burying her face deep in that strategic area where thighs at their most luscious meet belly and mossy mound and velvety cunt.

  Full upon the sensitive seat of all my sensations her hot breath comes, in panting blasts like the scalding draft of a blacksmith's bellows. Up from my vulva to my very womb the heat spreads, firing further my already burning senses to a white unendurable heat, bringing down generous vaginal secretions and lubricants that are but oil to the flames. Uncontrollable as a nervous tic, my cunny is shaken by little spasms, and my hips begin writhing about in upward spirals. I cannot long endure her inaction. I am a soul in torment.

  At last my exquisite female lover resumes. Boldly her mouth seizes upon the lips of my tender cunny and places full upon it a long luscious kiss. My ditty is galvanized into quivering erectness, and I almost scream with delight. Now I know my torment is past, that this way lies ecstasy and relief - that Nanette is not simply engaging in fruitless caresses and abortive titillations.

  But no. Her dear mouth abandons the vital spot that so deeply craves her attention, and goes awandering again. Heavens! Why does she torture me so? Has she found that part distasteful? Or is she merely teasing my senses with prolonged suspense?

  Happily it is the latter - else surely I would have died from that excessive, stinging desire.

  Her pretty ruby lips once more make the circuit of my body, everywhere stirring up nervous reactions and reflexes that I had never before so much as dreamt of.

  I open my eyes, which till now have been closed, to more fully concentrate upon the universe of sensual delig
hts within and upon the surface of my body. Nanette too, it appears, is sustaining the full lash of desire. Her whole form, though flushed with internal heat, is shivering and vibrating with a strange nervousness.

  Up till now her attention is all to me. But now, as her lips once more steal downward to the home base, she brings her whole perfect nude body around and I upon me, in a reverse position, not for one moment abandoning the stimulating, titillating aggravation of her mouth.

  The wondrous treasure of her glowing form is now suspended over me as she supports herself, her hands on each side of my thighs, her knees bestraddling my head. For a moment I glimpse down the vista made by the quickly narrowing space between our parallel naked forms - above my quivering abdomen. And overhead, her plump white thighs, crowned at their juncture with her now widespread pouting cunny, ripe, luscious and scarlet as a freshly severed pomegranate, and padded for protection of its delicate membranes with soft, curly hairs.

  Our bodies at last in contact, flesh to flesh, our breathing now becomes synchronized with the rise and fall of breasts against diaphragm and diaphragm against breasts. Nor do her lips relinquish their activity for one moment during this transaction.

  Her arms now slip under and embrace my thighs to bring my middle the closer to her. A moment she reaches down to whisk my chemise from off its last post on my lower legs, and now I am free to throw my limbs wide apart. Awhile longer she circles my anxious centre with a barrage of kisses. Now her face burrows deep between my fleshy thighs, and then - good God, what ecstatic relief - her mouth seeks and finds unerringly my palpitating cunny!

  A sucking kiss upon the very cIitty itself makes me nearly swoon with joy. Now her tongue softly but firmly ploughs down through the whole groove of my cunt, gently parting the adhering lips and laying open new sensitive zones, new nerve cells, for her ineffably wonderful lingual caresses. What an exquisite feeling pervades all my senses! Oh, gods and men, how I pity you for not having such a deep membranous organ as a cunt with which to experience this superheavenly exquisite delight. For no prick, be it ever so large and sensitive, can have that quantity of mucous nerve-netted surface that a woman's cunt is blessed with and that makes possible such subtle sensations as the sacred ritual of the cunnilingus alone can give! Oh gods and men, I exclaim again, I would not have accepted all the wealth of ancient Carthage in exchange for that one first lapping stroke of joy-giving tongue in my cunt!

  Up to this moment, though Nanette's exquisite little quim was directly overhead, the inertia of modesty had restrained me from making any overtures comparable to hers, and I had kept my head slightly averted. But now, as more rapidly her agile tongue stirs up my boiling passions below, I, in gratefulness and in plain unadulterated lasciviousness, reach up with my arms, encircle her buttocks so conveniently near, and draw her quivering coral cunt down, down toward my face, to my panting mouth, to my waiting, lolling tongue. Her soft velvety thighs settle close about my cheeks. Immediately before my eyes are the lovely swelling prominences of her buttocks, the skin, even at this close range, whiter and more flawless than I had deemed possible. Between them, her pretty little bum, puckered delightfully, of a sepia tinge that faded to pink, to white, as its harmonious ridges melted into the gracious snowdrifts of her bottom. Below, separated from it only by a narrow little partition of pink flesh, the mystic grotto of love itself, leading in, inward, to woman's most vital organs and the wondrous womb of life; but more immediately showing a perfect ellipse of the most luscious vermilion that gaped invitingly at its widest, and melted together, just the other side of a small inescapable projection, the clitty, in a little rift that lost itself in the abundant silky shrubbery of the Hill of Venus.

  I raised my mouth to this delightful valley of love. If ever I had imagined qualms or compunctions about what I was on the verge of doing, they vanished instantly. Was it Juvenal, that old smart-acre, insinuated, 'The breath of pederasts is foul; but what of those who lick the vulva?' If so, it is because his country was bathless and his women unwashed. No doubt his own mouth, unacquainted with the tooth-brush, was nothing to write odes about. But in modern day, a woman's personal hygiene is accepted fact, and the vaginal cavity may be as clean or cleaner than the oral.

  Nanette's delicious quim possessed only the wholesome, personal odour of a young and healthy woman. This was subtly blended with the artificial perfume of her adjoining parts, and the whole gave a delicate local aroma that was stimulating and indescribably pleasing to my senses. Avidly I breathed it in, as I plunged my tongue into the exquisite crimson cavern. The warm, moist membranes, smooth and soft, gave as much caress to my lips and mouth as I in turn gave them.

  In the meantime, my beloved Nanette is by no means idle. Now deftly and rhythmically, now with the uncontrolled fury of passion, her tongue weaves in and out among the folds of my inner cunt, now straight up and down through the full length of the tender cleft, now across, now in zigzags that run from end to end, now in little circles that concentrate on my clitty and put me wholly out of my mind with unendurable pleasure, now in sweeping ovals that stir up wide rippling waves of divine ecstasy, waves that somehow spread, not in circles, but in ever-widening ellipses that take in more of my entire being.

  Unconsciously, at the other end, I adopt the rhythm and actions that she employs - and all that I describe as one doing was done and felt by each and both of us. In tense pleasure, she tightens her thighs against my cheeks. Instinctively I draw up my knees from the supine position and wrap my thighs tightly about her head, thus enabling me to bring her whole beloved face in closer to my tender parts.

  Now dear Nanette is moving her whole body to the rhythm of lapping tongue, rising and falling to meet every caressing stroke. Soon I am adopting the same tempo, my hips and ass writhing madly up and down to follow the fullest presence and pressure of her tongue.

  Demonically inspired by passion, my teeth seize fiercely, though restrainedly, the erect palpitating little bulb of her clitoris and press firmly into it. Nanette gasps with the extremity of her pleasure; as I gently nibble the sensitive projection, I can hear her murmur in a muffled manner:

  'Ah! Mon Dieu! Que je t'aime!' In her excitement she lapses into her native language. The sound waves, spoken directly into my cunny, send peculiar vibrations through all my bone structure.

  Recovering, Nanette reciprocates in even finer measure. Opening wide her hungry mouth to encompass the whole, she sucks in with her lips and breath all the succulent folds of my cunt. Already blood-gorged and sensitive to the utmost, this overcharges the blood vessels and nerve cells to the bursting point. At the same time, the vacuum made by her delicious sucking suddenly causes my whole vagina and womb to contract with a tingling that wrenches and cramps my entire being in an agony of delight and brings down an inundation of the sweet secretions of love as if this were my climax. I would have screamed if I could, but Nanette's dear part hushes me with its luscious caress.

  For long, deliciously agonizing moments she holds that strange mouth-suction, during which I am in no less than a state of suspended animation. Then, having wrought in that part the maximum of hyper-sensitivity possible, she suddenly releases her magic oral grip and proceeds as if to devour me with her mouth, lips, tongue and teeth. A series of deep tremors shake me, so surcharged is my whole nervous system with all these kissings and teasings and bitings and suckings.

  But relief is at hand: dear, desirable, delicious relief from those tortures of love, which are no sooner ended when we wish only to renew them again and again. She now ceases her hungry random attack, and with scarcely an interval, takes up with her tongue a hand to hand duel with my bounding clitoris. And with what magnificent swordmanship! Back and forth with light but firm and ever-quickening little strokes, the sensitive tip of her tongue does battle with the even more sensitive little sentinel of my Palace of Pleasure. Not the fraction of a moment's respite does she give him. Scarcely has he rebounded, much less recovered, from one stroke than another and another and anoth
er falls to his share.

  Doughty little clitty, who often enough in more common battles can vanquish and outstand in fight many a strong penis five hundred times his size - we cannot hold you to blame for your quick surrender! For what prick or clitoris, be it ever so stubborn, could long withstand that steady rain of caresses given by the moist tip of Nanette's deft, subtle tongue?

  More and more rapidly the little strokes come, till the electrifying sensations that follow each come so close together as to blend into one continuous, ever-increasing, candescent ecstasy that wafts me softly skyward, as if on the magic rug of an Arabian Night's tale.

  Try as I will, my own unpractised tongue cannot meet the pace she sets. And now, as the dear climax heralds its approach in my deep, violent gasps, my tongue strikes blindly, jerkily, missing strokes with every panting exhalation that is torn in sharp blasts from my writhing body. Only dear Nanette continues steadily and unflinchingly, though she too proclaims by the desperately irregular wrigglings of her buttocks that her dissolution is near.

  Together now! Oh, to come together! To weld our ecstasies into one! My tongue and lips and teeth lap and kiss and bite wildly with every current of delicious pleasure that shoots through me! With difficulty I hold her madly writhing cunt to my mouth. All our universe becomes a tangle of dripping tongues and soft, warm cunt-flesh, of legs and thighs and buttocks - the whole mad scene illuminated by more and more frequent flashes of red-glowing sensation.

  Suddenly, in this welter of pleasure, already superlative beyond conception, comes that infinitely superior, super-superlative of the climax!

  Oh! What mortal pen can describe those divine orgasmic transports for which kingdom, life and honour are well lost? Only from the violent external manifestations can the inner turmoil be surmised. My whole body twitches in the supreme agonizing pleasure - and as the apex is reached, my thighs close so stiffly and tensely about my dear Nanette's head that I would have hurt her sadly, had not her face been cushioned by my own well-padded cunt and soft parts. As is, I crush her mouth inward to me and hold her as in a vice to put a stop to those unendurable titillations - for already my orgasm has sufficient momentum to finish of itself. But she manages to continue the fierce motion of her tongue. I am completely out of my mind! My alarmed senses scream out and struggle to retain consciousness in this turmoil of stimulations and new sensations; but despite all this, there is one obsession - to continue my own active part and to drag my companion down after me into this maelstrom of intense pleasure, to drown with me in all these swirling joys.