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Jenny took the condom first from me, staring at my up-curved hardon pointing at her toned stomach from where she kneeled on the bed, and from where I stood. I stepped closer so she could stay where she was and I watched her stare at my cock and as I've been told, very sexy crests of the illiac. So fucking hot watching a woman stare at your dick and body in need, lips just barely parted, breathing through her mouth. Jenny grasped the shaft with one of her small feminine hands and squeezed hard enough to make my cockhead swell to maximum. Then relaxed her grip, then squeezed again to watch the fat head get bigger. James came over to stand next to me, ready to be creative in the moment. Jenny's pretty face crowned with long thick curls, like an egyptian headdress, dipped down to my cock.

"No, Jenny. Condom first, baby."

She took a breath and I felt there was a moment where her option of protest was stifled by her lust to swallow my seven inches. Down went the condom. The gorgeous woman still staring; her whole world was my cock. I didn't exist, and it was okay. She needed. And I provided. James mounted the bed just as her maned head began to sloooowly bob up and down, like her mouth was exploring how my size could fill her sexy face. My partner pulled her panties down her strong thighs around her knees. Then felt inside her creamy center.

"Holy fuck, she's soaked, man."

Jenny kept bobbing, a little faster now. Bobbing for her own pleasure. Grunted with my cock still in her oh-shaped mouth as James' hand started doing things to her ass-up, displayed pussy. I watched and it made my dick harder. Amazon beauty taking hand from a man while blowing me. However, the condom reduced too much of the sensation, and she wasn't using teeth. (That's another blog) So I pulled out of her grasp and cheeks, told her to sit up, then pulled her shirt over her head.

"I said, I want to see those incredible tits."

I pushed my hands up under her little tee-shirt and took her boobs in my hands like they were a reward after a hard-won fight. She raised her arms up and my buddy behind her wisked it away. He was up against her back and she laid against him.

"How do they feel, man?"

"Perfect. Soft female perfection. Here. You try. I want to feel how wet she is."

I looked down her hourglass and worked out body to see the view of everything from the neck down. Her dark bush was thick and hot. I immediately felt the juicy, slippery coating over her naturally-draping labia, which made everything feel even better. Then I felt over against her inner thighs. Wet too. James wasn't exaggerating.

By this time, she was moaning again, her tits pleasured from behind while her big clit took my hand from the front. I have a thing for female stomach. It was my first place on a woman's body when I was a kid that I noticed as erotic. My other hand, fingers down and spread, stroked up and down from triangle to just above her oval belly button.

I said words to the effect of, "Let's make sure your clit is fat and ready for when you take my cock first, then the bigger one. And I can't fucking wait to watch your open cunt take nine inches, Jenny."

Her low, yang-filled groan, as opposed to yin, came back out of her and she leaned up and kissed me. Aggressively. James and I encased her body with ours, tight, breasts still getting it from James, clit from me, and I'll bet, James' monster dick against her round-from-lots-of-squats ass. I didn't spend too much time in that moment, as good as it was. I wanted inside her cunt. Wanted to feel her cunt tickle and massage my dick in the tiny ways unique to her inner curves-- just as sexy as the outer ones. I pivoted again and she was on her back on the mattress with an aggressive/feminine mixed look on her face. She opened her thighs and I heard her pussy make a wet, soft, click sound. Her flexibility and pussy volume made it happen-- her vagina open. That woman has a swallow-you-whole cunt. I put a folded pillow under her broad, round hips, checked the condom once again, asked James for the lube I'd already set up before hand along with the other sex toys, spread on a thin overall coating of Carrageenan organic water-based lube on my hardon, wiped off the rest on the sides of the pillow under her butt, grasped the backs of her thighs, (her knees up next to her round boobs) and dove straight down in one stroke. We both made sounds of relief. That her fuckings had finally begun. I've made and heard those moans before. Was very nice hearing them from Jenny's alto 2 range.

It was from the first two strokes that her cunt made slurping noises, that grew louder once my thumb joined in the action on her clitoris like I demonstrate in our short movie, Condom Basics. Yes, it turned out Jenny dearly loves her pussy fucked while her man rubs her clit with the wet of her own juices. That was one reason she said yes to James and I when he met her. Speaking of James, he'd already pulled her hands up to his giant cock, sitting indian-style with her head against his crossed ankles, lubed up his shaft, and he told her to play with a big dick in a way that makes her hot to do it. Then his hands went back down to her saucer-wide breasts to have his way with them. All you could hear was my breathing, hers and her sometimes deep or high moans, and her loud and proud pussy sloppy-wet-sucking my dick, taking it all in to the hilt. She was a fast vaginal tenter. My cock sunk all the way in and couldn't feel cervix by that time. Couldn't feel end to her depths. James' length would be perfect for her.

I'm sorry, but when you are watching a superwoman taking penis, your penis, my thumb all over her hard, wet clitoris, the sight of James working his masculine magic on her full breasts, AND her hands moving with wonder and hunger all over a huge dick within reach but out of her sight, AND her hourglass, AND her face, her stomach, thighs, cute feet and carved calves... a man's orgasm can roar up before he knows it. Something in me chose not to control. I glared down at her with benevolent yet determined fucking lust, thumbed her clit harder and faster and right when my dick swelled from all the come inside it, which she felt get big in her and let us know how much she liked that, she blew her cookies just before I lost mine. I forced my eyes to stay open. I would not miss watching her come, seeing how her amazon beauty of a face looked in those moments. How her body convulsed and wracked just a little bit. I held the intention, the belief, more than just a fantasy, that my semen was jetting all the way down her pussy and straight into her spasming womb. James hands were locked tight around her tits to match her iron double-grip around his thick cockshaft. I slowed the fast sex-assault on her clitoris down as my orgasm's intensity died down. Then let it slow once more soon after. Still cuntfucking her, carefully, condom full of seed in the end, Jenny's voice, when she came all over my cock and balls and hand, was yang; primal and violently-hot in its loss of control and endurance of the strength of her big, fast orgasm. Now it had returned to a feminine-high tone as James' hands let up their grip along with my cooldown of her sex organ. Jenny's arms were limp over her head, against James' legs, but still with giant cock in hand, lightly, lovingly grasped.

I grasped the condom at the base and slowly withdrew from her magnificence. Watched my almond-white shaft come out from her very dark and thick bush. I moved over to the edge of the bed and took care of the condom while she and James cuddled in a mixture of satisfaction and not wanting to stop. He moved out from under her and the next thing I remember is them kissing until I joined them on her right side. Their kiss ended and her's with me began. Her feminine-yin eyes were there, one hand now slowly beating James' big glans up and down. Keeping him hard for her.

"You, both of you, are a blessing. Thank you for this...."

We said our you're welcomes, from warm places inside us.

"The combination of my pussy, my clit, my boobs and... oh my god, the feel of that huge dick in my hands... made me come so hard so fast. I want that dick up me. I think I'm ready for it."

"So be it, baby..."

I grasped her arms and pulled her up, then onto her hands and knees. Oh! Forgot about the condom. She turned back around to dress the nine inches down to the hilt, relube, then turned back toward me again. Jenny rested her face down into my lap very near my softened penis.

"God, your smell is so good! UUuuugghhh..." she said.

James glided down into her wide-open vagina in one stroke just like I did. His hips barely touched her ass. What a deep, incredible cunt she has-- and he touched bottom. I began a scalp massage as she breathed in my scent and deep-pussied long thick cock. So nice when a girl has a range of phallus to intake. I loved the muffled sounds of her back to yang-groans. Jenny would later tell me how she's a panty sniffer too. For men. That she'd breathe in the smell of her man's sex while he pumps her. That night she finally got to do it for real. Her Egyptian headdress of a dark mane was spread all over my lap and the next thing I remember between her sharp groans from the pressure of the penis moving inside her and against her vaginal limits was one hand disappearing between her legs. I watched her play with herself, watched James own her cunt, his hands spreading and holding her big, strong ass cheeks open. And my penis began to rise, inching gradually closer and closer to her lips.

 For those new to my blog, I write on my sex life, in erotica form,
because many of
us need only read of an example of what really is possible. It so often
lights a desire to "Want to do that. Feel that." A want to learn how to
have better sex through sex education, consulting, and coaching, maybe
for the
first time in their lives. I also intend to present to my readers the
reality of sex at any level of sophistication. I'm a sex life
consultant. I teach and I do.

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