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Wendy and I carried the sofa-futon over and onto the floor, then spread a soft blanket over it. She slipped off her easy-wear clothing and plopped down first. All I was wearing was a pair of 32 inch-waist black jeans. She watched me unbutton and unzip. I got rid of them, no underwear beneath, and joined her with a controlled fall.

Wendy has perfect teardrop B-cup breasts with flawless round undersides. Quarter-sized tan nipples and sandy-white skin. An elven body, elegant hips, and wavy black shoulder-length locks. I look down and see an image from the seventies. A full dark triangle between her thighs that wrapped down and hid her vulva in its center like a soft nest. We talked about her abandoning of shaving, saying how she loved having a thick bush. I moved my chest against her side, then ran my fingers through her mound. Wendy opened her thighs a bit and lifted her knees, feet flat on the futon, affording me the pleasure of using the back of my hand and forearm to slow-stroke over her fluffy-soft vulva. Wendy's growth there tickled my skin. She sighed and let her head fall to one side.

Eventually, I asked permission to sit in-between her legs, which she granted with a voice that was pleased I asked to have such a clear view of her sex in a room filled with afternoon sun. I let my head fall down to her sexy bush, which held a sampling of her scent. Like perfume that has been on a woman's neck for hours-- of which you get the slightest hint.

"I'm going to give you head," I said with a dark voice.

I heard her make a light sound of protest because she wasn't comfortable with me going there, then hearty laughter as I pressed and slowly screwed the crown of my head into and against her vulva. I found her pubic bone running diagonally down each side of her flower, and pushed my crown against them, which can arouse the crura of her clitoris. Then, down to fully cover and pump up against her very warm vulva.

"I want you to imagine a supernaturally-large cock pressing its tip against your opening. Nudging against you over and over, wishing it could get in and feel you inside. But all it can do is push its hard tip in mounting frustration against your sex."

The fantasy was hot for us, combined with that slow to medium pace diffuse and rhythmic pressure against the entire vulva to make it more realistic. Like the feelings a woman has riding her dance partner's thigh. Wendy moaned her mellow-voiced moan with almost every push. I moved up, passing my nose over her pussy. Her scent had grown along with her clit peeking out from under her hood,

I took some Aloelife water-based lubricant and settled back down to the side of her. Her thighs were fully open and at rest to either side.

"I love when the line just outside each of my inner labia are pressed and rubbed up and down."

I thanked her for telling me, and did just that. I felt that demanding desire to make my way over to her hard clitoris; the rush some women must feel when they can't wait to play with their man's hard cock. Wendy asked for a little more time with the sides which I gave.

"Now I'm ready, Eric."

I relubed my fingertips . The slippery substance was chilled from the temperature of the not so warm room. I slowly brought it into contact with her clitoral hood. I held still, letting our body heat warm things up. Then started to stroke and massage her little erection under the hood. Wendy guided me some more on how to create her brand of flawless touch: barely any contact at all on her clithead while barely moving my fingertip back and forth. Suddenly I thought about how I like my urethral opening rubbed, or cocklips, as I call them. I decided to use the same level of touch. I could just barely feel her clitoral glans under the center of my fingertip. Many of us, including me in the past, think how could such a small sensation be much good? It depends on the woman, but sometimes it's that perfect amount between not enough and too much.

Wendy groaned those cock-stirring and feminine, yet sexually confident groans. She breathed, let her hips rise unconsciously and settle back down again. My penis was at full length and girth, made more so by the smells coming from her underarm just next to my nose. I love taking a shower with my lover, with very mild organic soap, then having sex where both our bodies speak to each other through the scientifically-acknowledged perspiration that comes only during arousal. And sometimes, when my lover and I haven't showered in one or two days mixed.

I felt the notion that it was time to give her clitoris a brief refrain, and so ran my index and middle finger down to where her wet pussy was open for me. I gently slid my ring finger within, little by little in subtle waves, and found her slightly rounded g-spot, or sacred spot if you prefer. Flex, flex, flex went my finger for a bit; I let my eyes feast on her round breasts and flat smooth belly while simultaneously loving the feeling of being inside her soaked-warmth down below; present and consumed with everything that my 6 senses could take in. There was a time where that state was less clear to me. Knowing when I was there. Tantra, yoga, and other disciplines strengthened this in me with their lessons on being one with the ecstasies or agonies of the moment, from the slightest to the inescapable. Much of my day with Wendy had already been in practice appreciating and in awareness of very subtle feelings

We transitioned to me moving back up between her legs and sitting in half-lotus. I water-base lubed my fingers on my right hand, then my thumb on my left before going into a spine twist, facing the opposite direction from Wendy's beautiful open bush. Next, I placed the two lubed and crossed fingers of my right hand just inside her waiting vestibule. I unwound and in so doing, spiraled my way into her depths with a single fluid movement. She thought that was cool. I brought my left thumb to bear on her clitoral glans and resumed her pleasure; combining that with my fingers massaging and exploring her inner walls all the way around. We found some hot spots and not so hot ones, keeping the communication going and sexually-toned at the same time.

I primed her sacred spot and strummed her hard clit with my thumb tip, but eventually, she asked me to hold the intention to create a loop of energy between us, starting out of her 7th chakra, into mine, down and out my root, up into hers, then out her crown to loop all over again. (For those who aren't aware of my Tantric and energetic studies, check out my Facebook Page) We set our intentions to create and maintain the loop, and what I felt was a constant sensation at my crown that drifted down through my neck and into my chest before dissipating. Wendy breathed steadily and moaned, then in the midst of it all said, as if just coming up from underwater, how much hotter she and her pussy was and connected with our loop going along with my hands.

I gave her a little more speed and pressure to her g-spot which was better for a bit, then she whispered for more lube and a rest on her G. I relubed and as I did, it occurred to me to try working her erectile tissue located at 6 o'clock inside her vaginal wall about two inches in and down the same way people stimulate the g-spot. It's an area of erectile tissue that's different from that of the clitoris; a spongy area that fills with blood as part of a woman's physical arousal with lots of responsive nerve endings, but not as many as the clitoris. It's also called the perineal sponge. My attentions resumed. Our link re-established. And things got very good very quickly. She -loved- the "God, what are you doing to me!" feelings in and within her thick, rich, and proud-of-it bush and pussy. Wendy climbed steadily and quickly. I indulged my lust in her being, in the moment, the sensations and sounds.  

I saw unfolding in Wendy's body language a message that said, "I want to go higher. More. Harder!" It was that moment I recognized doing where the physical stimulation was good but I was right on the edge of going to the next stage toward a huge orgasm, but couldn't get there by myself. I increased the speed and strength in my hands. A thought came to mind which made me smile. I was hand-fucking and clit-thumbing Wendy so much harder and faster than when we started. I felt her pussy go wet and the last thing I heard before her cuntgasm surged and throbbed through her was the sound of her gurgling vagina making a deep sucking sound each time the pads of my hooked fingers pulled hard against her southern sponge while I made sure the tips simultaneously tickled the inner-wall of her ass on the other side of the thin and flexible tissue separating cunt from rump.

I brought her in for a landing, slowing down to keep her orgasm going even though it was fading. I looked down, penis big, in full curve, and drooling crystal-clear pre-come. Wendy brought me down to her and asked me to leave my hand between her legs while we nuzzled. The sun was gone, but twilight made the room a deep and shadow-rich blue. I said to Wendy she had picked a cherry of mine. The first woman I'd ever been inside working her clit and southern sponge like I would her sacred spot all the way to genital orgasm.

"It felt great the whole way through!" said Wendy.

-Fin

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