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Due to popular demand, I'm adding back in a position-switch that happened during my sex with Kit-Ting and Wendy.
The blog post was getting too long so I edited. Here's the director's cut, the new content in italics, the original below it:

I asked Wendy for my shirt from the chair. Slid myself out of Kit-Ting, grasped her little
teardrop calves and pressed her thighs together, then guided her knees up to her breasts.

"Hold behind your knees, Kit-Ting."

I grasped my long sleeve shirt and put the collar at her hands and tied
my sleeves around her thighs, nice and tight. Then handed her the ends
of the sleeves. On my knees, I admired the inverted heart-shape of her
ass and backs of her thighs with a sweetly closed tan vulva in the center. I pushed
my hard glans into the red riding hood and plunged easily back inside--
all the way down.


Kit-Ting made sure I didn't fuck too deeply to keep her cervix comfortable, then I found her
prominent clitoris with the thumb of my right hand while my left hand
gripped her thigh. Leaned my weight down into her a bit to create a
nice pinning sensation and started her moaning up again with a
combination of generous penetration, over and over again, while my
slippery thumb made circles against her clit. This gorgeous young
Chinese woman let her head fall back, her eyes close and her mouth open
to breathe and sound out the feelings between her legs. I remember
sensing the semen moving down and into my perineum, coaxed to my next
stage by the flawless pleasure her snug, liquid-sliken cunt gave to my
penis. Proof positive that if women had a clitoris big enough to pump
into her man's ass or her girlfriend's yoni, clitoral orgasm would be
as common as its male counterpart.

I calmed down my gathering orgasm while keeping
connection to the hunger for her burning in my solar plexus and
everything of Kit-Ting that made it smolder. And we screwed. She went
wet inside once, twice, and watched her hips jerk, felt them quake,
here and there as her body played with the idea of moving closer to her
own come. Then she said she needed a rest from the position, but loved
it very much; the feeling of being tied and the simultaneous relaxation
it afforded her legs so that she didnt have to keep them together. The
pressure of my weight grounding her ass down to the bed, making a hard
to put into words energy that made it clear to everyone present, her
cunt was mine and she felt safe to give it. Later she mentioned how
giving her the ends of the shirt was like giving her the handle to her
bondage, some control, or the erotic sensation I could ascribed to The
Devil card in Tarot: the people on the card are in chains, but their
chains are big enough for them to escape, but they don't want to. At
the same time it was a sign that she had some control in her
subjugation, which had been unethically denied her in her past. It was
a healing for that trauma. A happiness that she could reclaim those
particular erotic joys.

We spoke in warm tones, seeing which position we wanted most for our first
time penetration together. Missionary. Kit-Ting laid back and I asked
Wendy for a condom. One of my Vivid Large condoms.
I unwrapped it, made sure it was going on the right way, pinched the
tip, and rolled it down my seven inches. Next, I held out my hand for
some Carrageenan Organic water-based lube
from Wendy, slathered it all over my cock, wiped the rest on a towel
Wendy handed me, then moved like a big cat up in-between Kit-Ting’s
soft inner thighs. She pulled her knees up just so, opening and
offering her sex to me.
I held my fattened cockhead
against her lips with my hand at the base of my shaft; mixing her warm
fluids with my coolish lubrication. Her pretty tan and pink-centered
vulva made nice with my fully-grown cock. When I felt my tip touch her
vestibule just inside the inner labia, I pressed and released. Pressed
and released. Gradually, her vagina surrendered and allowed only my
glans inside before meeting more resistance. I brought my hand up from
the base of my shaft and braced my weight, arms on either side of her
pretty head. Kit-Ting made sounds not unlike a virgin. Her almond eyes
squeezed closed, her mouth in a relaxed ohhh-shape… and I slow-fucked
her sensitive opening with my glans. I remember squeezing my PC muscle
as hard as I could to make my cockhead swell as big as it could. Her
tightness drove my penishead wild.

I kept pressing into her
small but strong sex organ’s creamy center. Kit-Ting had only one thing
on her mind: the sensation of every new millimeter of depth I reached
moment by moment. I relaxed my PC muscles, was half way inside her now.
Kept pumping, kept opening her little cunt. More… and more… till my
latex-wrapped cocklips kissed her cervix’s tiny hole in the middle. We
held still and Kit-Ting opened her dark chocolate eyes and smiled.
Laughed that cute sex-chuckle you sometimes hear from a woman in happy
moments that come up and out at random from hot sex. I arched my back a
little, letting my firm ass rise into the air, which brought my coronal
ridge out to that very familiar spot where I know if I go any further
I’ll pop out of her subtle hourglass body. I pushed all the way down
into Kit-Ting, our stomachs touching. And so we began.

I let my eyes feast on her fat, nickel-sized nipples. Licked the inside of my
right wrist, brought it down to swirl against her left nipple while my
tongue had its way with it’s sister. I listened to her sexvoice like it
was a favorite track. God, I loved the feeling of that massive nipple
contracting harder and harder, her areolas wrinkling. I learned to
appreciate that moment early on in my sexlife. A woman’s breasts, her
yang. Her pussy, her yoni, her cunt—her yin. I gave head to both
breasts with the same relish I’m sure some women feel for a penis, a
lingam, a cock in her mouth. French kissing bodyplaces we so lust for.
Later Kit-Ting would tell me all her boyfriends loved her nipples’ size.

Kit-Ting was coming from a more basic skill set with regards to making the
subtle moves that make sex positions really work well. So I guided her
here and there. We switched positions. On top? She said she didn’t like
it very much. Never worked well for her. I assured her there were some
things I could teach her to make it flow. I held my penis at the base
and we sex-laughed again, trying to fit together once more. We did, and
I taught her an effort-saving, great-feeling way to stay on top longer
and if she wanted, reach down for her clitoris. This time, as we bobbed
our hips in time with each other, I brought my hand down below after
getting more lube from Wendy. Kit-Ting’s clit was nice and hard and I
made sure it stayed that way. A new tone to her sexvoice emerged. This
amazing Chinese goddess lost in her simultaneous fuck and handjob. Her
belly was relaxed, I remember that now. It was just barely round. 
Sensual. And I watched it swell rounder and relax with each breath and
she breathed well. That visual on a woman is so hot for me. My other
hand came up to hold her sexy little pot belly, with a still and
grounding palming, if nothing else to feel it move when it filled like
a balloon. All the while, cunt and clit endured their pleasure
together.

We switched again. This time onto her side facing
Wendy. I spooned up behind her, found the angle that worked best for
how our bodies fit together, then taught her how to move, to arch her
spine gently, to press her ass and vulva-full-of-cock back against my
twin crests of the iliac. At which point I’d meet her arch with my
thrust. I gasped her and gazed on her serpentine back fucking herself
with my dick. And her cunt went wet once again: that moment where the
woman you’re moving inside gets more slippery to the touch. Over
Kit-Ting’s feminine shoulder I could see Wendy’s face near Kit-Ting’s,
near her bosom; the two of us serving the moaning and cooing woman in
the middle with hair like a long black curtain.

After lingering in a sandwich of nurturing in front and erotic from behind, our time
before Wendy had to go was getting close. And I’d been controlling my
load for the past hour and a half. The heavy desire-burn smoldered to
come inside Kit-Ting, and see how she took my load, how she’d react to
my penis spasming in her cunt. I wondered whether I’d grip too hard
into her flesh with my release.We transitioned into the side position
as shown in Betty’s book, Orgasms For Two. I opened Kit-Ting’s
porcelain ass up to expose her vulva to me. Slid in deep, and kept her
buttocks spread open just enough without stretching with one hand while
the other gripped her upper thigh. I asked if she felt comfortable with
me having my orgasm within her. Kit-Ting smiled and nodded, and
reconnected to Wendy.

I made my entire world that woman’s body
and energy and the feelings they gave me and my penis. I felt my seed
move down to the base of my cock and as it filled my cock, my orgasm
sensation started, like a train getting closer from off in the
distance. I reached down to make sure the condom was secure, then let
it happen. I forced my eyes to stay open and watch Kit-Ting’s
submissive shape, her curves, her expression when she felt my dick
swell to capacity just before surging past the point of no return. That
visual always makes my orgasm better. Some of the most erotic sights
I’ve seen is my lover’s face, eyes, and body language when I come in
her, and keep moving while my cock unloads. I learned a long time ago
to never stop pumping the being you’re orgasming inside, as much as my
body wants to subconsciously limit the huge pleasure explosions in my
dick, I never stop until I’ve emptied everything I have into that
condom because my orgasm is always better that way.

I neared the midway point of my climax and Kit-Ting reflexively thrust her hips
forward when I was moving back and I popped out of her. My penis landed
against her inner thigh and my thrusts kept going, using my come, the
soft condom, and her thigh, moist from my balls stroking back and forth
over it, wet from her fluids and the lube that had run down over them.
I collapsed against her legs, the side of her body, and held her. Wendy
held her in front, their heads touching. We basked in the three-way
glow. For a long time it seemed. Kit-Ting later told me she pulled away
like that because she suddenly felt guilty for taking my semen, my
energy, as taught in Taoist sexology. I told her no need. Enjoy all
that energy. I’d make more.

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