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“You alone,” I whispered passionately. “Promise that you'll come tomorrow morning and you'll find me waiting, longing for you.”

“I'll come,” she said, all her soul in her eyes. “You don't know how I suffered this morning when I heard your two voices and that stewardess had just told me how Miss what's her name was after you. Oh, Frank, be good to me! I love you more than I can say, you dear!” and our lips clung together in a long, long kiss.

The next morning I was at the knothole when Winnie was bathing and I noticed that she was very reserved with the stewardess. I augured happiness from her reserve. I therefore hastened back to my cabin and of course met her at the door. I drew her over to my bed and without a word took off her bathrobe. I saw at once she was very nervous and afraid, so I lay down with her after covering us both with the quilt and began to kiss her and talk just to reassure her. When I saw that I had succeeded, I let my hands stray. Then I began kissing her breasts while praising their beauty and soon my right hand began caressing her pussy. Even this first time she was far more responsive than I had dared to hope, for she thrust her hips up against the pressure exerted by the hand against her mount. But when in a moment she clung to me kissing me, I said: “You must fear nothing that I do. I wouldn't think of giving pain or putting you in any danger; just trust me and you'll find I'll lead you from delight to ecstasy.”

I pushed up the quilt and revealed her naked body. It was exquisite, and I could feel my manhood stirring against my leg at the sight of her heaving breasts, engorged nipple buds, and lightly mossed mount.

I began kissing her, commencing at the graceful curve of her neck and slowly progressing downward. I lingered over her tits, swirling my tongue around the turgid peaks and sweeping under the fullness of the ripening globes. I took each nipple in turn into my mouth, teasing the tender flesh and worrying it as a dog would a bone. The buds rose under my ministrations, matching the rise of my pulsating cock.

I continued my downward trek, lashing her belly with wet strokes, pausing at the softness of her rounded hips. My hands found her breasts as I hovered above her cunt. I lingered for just a moment to increase the suspense, pinning her with my eyes as I was about to with my tongue. She watched me with rapt, lustful interest, then closed her eyes and gasped as I lowered myself to her slit. I stiffened my tongue and plunged it inside her, mimicking what I wished to do with my prick.

She began to writhe with pleasure, pushing her hips up against my face, urging me to penetrate her more deeply, trying to pull me into her center of pleasure. I was happy to oblige and stretched my tongue to the utmost, scouring the conch-like softness of her inner pussy lips, then flicking in and out of her in a quick fucking motion. She moaned and ran her fingers through my hair as I squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples between my fingers. I found her clit and laved it thoroughly until it stood up quivering.

By now Winnie was fairly crying out for me to finish her. Her taut young body trembled all over as she felt waves of delight rolling over her. My face mashed into her pussy, I continued to lick her, alternating my attentions to her love bud with the stabbing movements that buried my tongue inside her. She began to jerk and undulate beneath me as she whimpered about the flood that was being released in her belly. A moment later she inundated my tongue and lips with the pearly nectar of her passion.

“Well,” I said taking her in my arms, “are you content to trust me now?”

She nodded while her great brown eyes thanked me. “But, but”

“But what?” I asked.

“Does doing that give you pleasure?” she replied.

“You darling,” I cried, “how like you to want to give me delight. That's for a later lesson,” I went on, “when you are as sure of me as of yourself.”

“You don't need to wait,” she said saucily. “I'm more than sure that I have the dearest, best lover in the world.”

“Do you know how long we've been here?” I smiled. “It's after ten and your mother may come to look in on you.”

“Really?” she cried. “Oh, I must get up.” As she rose I kissed the mole that had helped me to such delight. A moment later she had gone and I began to dress.

The stewardess came in that evening for her reward and I gave her another note and talked to her of her protege, Miss Ethel. She liked me sincerely, it appeared, and was quite willing to be my lover. I found the stewardess very wise indeed and eager to help me in every way. We had a long talk and at the end she told me more of India and the girls of that country than I could have learned in a hundred books.

“If you like young girls, sir,” she began, “India is the happy hunting ground for you. They are nearly all married by adolescence. Of course, it's really a terrible place for girls. They are often married before they are women, and the midwives who attend them in confinement are a fearful bunch, dirty and cruel and ignorant.

“Then, you know, when the husband of fifty or sixty dies, there is nothing for the widowed girl to do but become a prostitute to support herself.” She smiled and winked at me. “Of course, you'll have to have me with you. I know Bombay and the bazaar like the back of my hand. I can get you whatever you want and I'll take care there are no evil consequences. You can rely on me.”

“I do,” I replied sincerely. “I regard it as a great piece of luck to have met you.

“I have done nothing yet,” she resumed, “but in Bombay I can be of the greatest service to you.” On this understanding we parted for the moment.

That night Winnie came to my cabin.

“I mustn't stay long,” she began, “Mother might find out.”

“Just do as you wish,” I replied, taking her in my arms and kissing her. “We can always have our hour in the morning,” and I lifted her into the bed. How shall I describe her! Let my reader think of a classical statue in warm flesh and blood. After kissing her mouth and then her neck and breasts, I moved down to the junction of her thighs and soon found that she responded far more passionately than the first time I'd licked that mossy grotto. I repeated the previous performance, wetting her thoroughly around her luscious mount and lathering her pink little slit until the nub of her clit was upstanding and begging for further attention. I caught it between my teeth and pulled on it gently while Winnie gasped and moaned. My fingers separated the folds of her labia and I dove inside with my tongue, tantalizing her again with insistent stabbing strokes. I kept on kissing for perhaps a quarter of an hour till she began to shake convulsively and tried to lift my head. At once I got up and went to her mouth, but could not help seeing on the way that her taut little cunt was now quite open, round and red.

“Take me,” she said, “I want to make you enjoy as I do; I want us to go mad together.”

At once I put my cock in her hand and she directed it to her entrance. “If it hurts too much,” I said, “stop me; I can't bear to give you pain.”

And indeed this has been a characteristic of mine during practically all my life; being extremely forceful in love is almost unthinkable to me. I always prefer to leave a good deal to the initiative of the woman. If she loves you, she will endure a good deal of suffering to give you pleasure.

I squirmed about, focusing on my delightful target as I had dreamed I would these many nights. I thrust at first a bit high, then a bit low, until I felt myself welcomed by the widening folds of moist flesh like the bud of a flower opening to the penetrating rays of the sun.

I edged the head of my meatpole slowly inside the tight slit, pausing to fully enjoy the tingling sensations that began to course through my body. I could tell by her moans and cries that Winnie experienced much the same thing as I edged my rod into that resisting channel. I was only part way inside her when I met her virgin barrier. Though I abhorred the thought of causing this voluptuous maiden any pain whatsoever, I knew the moment for force had come. My cock felt rock hard and irresistible as I reared back at the hips and thrust forward. I rammed against her hymen, pulled back and repeated the motion. Much to my surprise, after flinching during my initial plunge, Winnie moved forward to meet my thrust. Our combined action swept away any impediment and, with a cry of joy from both our lips, I was in her to the hilt. It was as I had envisioned it, tight and grasping and so very warm and inviting. The head of my cock seemed alive with sensation as I began to fuck her.