Kiss with her tongue

“I’m not going to get anywhere if I am unwilling to try new things,” Abbie reasons. As she presses her lips against the book, she parts them and touches the dusty book cover with the tip of her tongue.

At once her brain seems to explode in an incomprehensible flash of lights, colors, sounds, and myriad other manifestation of the senses. She tries to pull away from the book, but it seems to hold her in place, pouring more and more of the chaotic imagery into her mind.

Abbie attempts to isolate one of the invading images. All she is able to perceive is a jumbled, entangled collection of bodies — all nude and all rolling over each other like a frenzied mass of matting snakes.

Abandoning the images that **** her mind, she tries to take hold of another sensation and hold onto it. This time she feels a salty, musky taste in her mouth and a compulsion to swallow, even though there is nothing actually in her mouth.

Once more her mind tries to take hold of something, and when she grasps it, she feels a powerful **** begin between her legs and steadily grow in intensity as it spreads through her body, all the way to her extremities. Unable to control herself, she feels her body convulsing as the thunderous sensation rips through her, causing juices to suddenly flow in her pussy and instantly soaking her cotton panties.

When the sensation stops, she is at last able to let go of the book and remove her mouth from the cover, but she collapses on top of it, unable to do anything other than try to recover her breath and drink in the aftershocks that tingle and ripple through her clitorus.

Delphan looks on with passionless interest, but MacTavish immediately steps forward with concern in his eyes.

“Are you alright, Miss? I’m not sure what happened to you — this has never occurred before!”

He helps her sit up and takes the book away. When he returns, he brings her a cup of water, which she gulps thirstily.

“How do you feel, young lady?” asks the old man.

Abbie shakes her head. “I’m not sure... It’s like I’m just waking up. I’ve got these things in my head, but it’s like trying to remember a dream — it’s all fading away before I can remember....”

MacTavish nods with understanding. “That’s right... You just received a very thorough education in carnal knowledge — without tarnishing your virtue. I’m not certain why it had such a powerful effect on you, but it seems that you are recovering nicely.”

“What was it that I felt?” she asks, still shaken by the experience, but strangely realizing that she had never felt such intense pleasure before and wondering if she could revisit the sensation.

“Based upon your reaction,” says MacTavish, “I believe you experienced an orgasm.” Despite his impressive age and undoubtedly-rich life experiences, the old man seems somewhat uncomfortable with this part of the conversation. Nevertheless, he proceeds, attempting to be as delicate as possible.

“You experienced the feeling that comes at the time of sexual climax. I’ve never actually witnessed that happen during this procedure, but I suppose that is quite simply an indication of your — um — innocence in such matters that when all of this knowledge hit your brain at one time that it triggered a physical response.”

“But I can’t remember any of it,” Abbie protests. “How can this be of any value to me?”

“It doesn’t work that way,” says MacTavish. “The knowledge is even now working its way into your subconscious. It will take a while for the effect to be complete, but when it is, you will find that when the opportunity arises, you will be fully versed in what is expected of you in your new assignment.”

Delphan yawns without any attempt at disguising his boredom. “Now that this is finished, I have matters to attend to. MacTavish, could you see to getting Miss Brightstar to her new quarters?”

MacTavish agrees and walks the eunuch to the door to see him out. As they go, Abbie rubs her head with both hands. Her thoughts are jumbled, and so are her feelings. She really would like to just lay down and spend some time alone for a while.

When MacTavish returns to check on her, he says, “Shall I escort you to your room, Miss Brightstar?”