The censored version! In the70s, in a bar in Montréal, I met a guy a Welshman, also named Peter. We had a few beers together, really enjoying each other's company. We had similar interests, and the conversation was quite intense. Eventually, of course, the talk got around to sex. I disclosed some of my history, at which he opened up about his. Every Saturday night, at his loft apartment in old Montréal, he held swingers parties. All were welcome, it was an entrance fee of five dollars to help pay for the large buffet that he supplied. The next Saturday night I attended his party. I didn't arrive too early, hoping that a number of people had already arrived, which happened to be the case. The buffet was absolutely splendid, he also supplied beer and booze at retail prices. I had taken also a bottle of whiskey, which he accepted in lieu of my five dollars LOL. The people there with just ordinary people, nobody spectacular. Peter introduced me to several women, one of whom, a small rather pudgy girl, was having back pain trouble. I offered to give her some massage, which she accepted. Peter allowed us to use his bedroom to do this. I had her remove her shirt so that I could get her back muscles, giving her a good workout, it seemed to help very much. I thought I might try my luck with her, so eventually, I started massaging her at other places her shoulders her buttocks, each time managing to remove some of her clothing. Eventually, I did get as far as massaging her pussy LOL. Even going as far as finger-fucking her. But she wouldn't let me go any farther. No matter how I tried. I told her, that I was going to go out and get some drinks and have some food as I was quite hungry. I got outside and went to the buffet table, starting to eat some of the beautiful cold cuts. Peter came over to me, saying, 'you chose the wrong one to try it on with there. That's the one you should go for, she's redhot. Indicating a tall 50-60'ish charismatic woman, short red hair full-bodied, and who I noticed had been eyeballing me for a while. I hadn't noticed her when I arrived and presumed that she'd only just arrived. I noticed that she was holding a booze glass, so I got my bottle of whiskey, poured generous measures into two glasses, taking them over to where she was sitting on the corner of the table. She gave me a beautiful smile as I walked up to her. I said it looks like your glass is empty, try this one it's a little more full. She took it, we clinked glasses, and both took big gulps of scotch. She hadn't taken her eyes off me all the time. I said to her with a big grin, that, she looked like a lady worth knowing. She said, 'Oh I'm glad you think so, as I certainly like the look of you. I don't believe in messing around about these things to you? I'd like to ask you if you think you'd care to fuck me?. Whoa, I said, you really don't believe in wasting time do! She said, As I understand it, That's what people come here for, to get laid, isn't it? I replied, 'To answer your question, why do you think it is that I brought you the scotch. If I didn't have carnal intentions about you, would I have done that? LOL. However, let's not rush things. I do like the look of you, and you certainly do seem to be intelligent, so perhaps 10 minutes conversation might be in order before we get down to business! We were both laughing at this exchange. I noticed that she was wearing a wedding ring. When I asked her if her husband was present, she gave a very short 'No! She then said, okay, but I want to seal our engagement with a kiss!'. What a splendid idea!' I replied, and grabbed her in a full-hearted kiss, tongues an' all, meanwhile groping at her buttocks (which reminded me of the old folk song ' . . . . .to mount me aloft, let her bounding buttocks be marble!) At one point, she drew off, looked me intently in the eye and said, 'I'm not wearing any underwear if you'd care to explore a little!'. By this time, her kisses had got me practically frothing at the mouth! She was wearing a flowered cotton skirt that just wrapped around and tucked in as one does with a towel, or a lungi, along with a kind of shirt which also wrapped and knotted at the waist. Not a button in sight! While still kissing her, I reached under her skirt and began to stroke her pussy, which seemed to be quite hairy! (this was before the time when women, silly girls, began to shave off their pubic glory!) By this time, a number of more people had arrived and there was quite a bit of erotic activity going on. A naked girl was being play-chased around the table by a naked hard-on! An equally naked couple standing in a corner and were doing some serious groping. One could hear a very noisy woman getting off in one of the bedrooms! etc.. It looked like it was promising to be a very interesting evening! Mary, my new friend, backed off, reached for the remains of her scotch, drained it, held out her glass to me and when I took it, ripped off her skirt and stood there, displaying her lower half for me, looking me quizzically in the eye! Looking at the perfection of her form, my mouth dropped open in amazement . . . .! 'Shall I continue?' she said! I said something probably as intelligent as ' . . Ya Ga Ga Ga goo gah!'., which thankfully, she took as a 'yes', then ripped off her shirt, which somehow came off in one piece! Standing there in all her naked glory with her arms spread out which she lifted above her head, lifting her breasts, ( those breasts!!!, oh, my god, those Breasts!!!) I'd had a few drinks by then and began to think, there's something wrong here! I know that nothing in providence is ever going to allow me the joy of fucking this . . this . . .this . . Goddess!!! ( She Much later told me that when she first saw me, she got a flash, 'Ah, here is my God, come to conquer/subdue me! She, like myself, was psychic! When she looked into your eyes, you got the feeling that your mind was just a box of trinkets that she rummaged around in! ) Look, guys, in all our stories, especially those that we tell ourselves, all the chicks that we do are supermodels, especially when we are looking at them in lust, with our prick in our hand, about to thrust it into the confines of heaven. . All of them have perfect bodies, big tits, tight pussies perfect asses, etc.. While we're doing them this is the reality for us! We hyperbolise, naturally, it heightens the whole experience for us! Especially afterwards, it increases the pleasure in our memory! But, really, when we've shot our load, we realise that we've been dreaming in colour! Her tits sag, she had acne, she was crosseyed, etc. In other words, she was just ordinary! (As are we!!) THIS ONE was real! Any expression of this experience was a mere shadow of the totality of this WOMAN! Even my fabulous Anne didn't measure up to this, too well! If I'd been asked to sit down and describe a perfect woman, on meeting her I would have been surprised at the poverty of my imagination! The only negative was that I loved long hair, but she had hers worn short, almost like a man! (She did grow it out for me later. It was like liquid copper! ) Her body looked as if it had been just carved out of a really warm Carrara marble! Everything about her, even to her toenails, was completely perfect! I did notice later, that she had some slight stretch marks on her belly, so she had given birth! So she was a mom, so what! She commenced to undress me, but I soon had myself stripped-down, throwing my clothes into a pile in the corner. There were by this time several naked couples threesomes foursomes and moresomes taking place in all the rooms. We were in the largest, living room which had several couches armchairs benches and a very large table. She came to me one arm around my neck and began kissing me while she reached for my prick and began to stroke him. I had to get my hands on those unbelievable tits. They were slightly cascading, which I love, but they were also firm and with the most beautiful nipples! She continued kissing me, and Boy!! was that a treat. She had those thick full lips, that you just ache to get around the end of your knob. LOL. As I commenced to play with her tits kneading them, pulling her nipples, she groaned and continued to do so. 'Oh my God' she said. 'That makes me so horny, I'm practically coming, I have incredibly sensitive breasts ', and indeed she did. The whole shiver seemed to pass through her whole body, and she gasped and bit my ear! (I think I still have a small scar there) she then said,' as I said before, let's not rush things'LOL. So I went and replenished our drinks, found my cigarettes and offered her one lit up both and leaned back against the table watching the activities of the others going on. She did reach over and begin playing with my prick very gently. I couldn't keep my hands off her she was so alluring. Strangely enough, although had only met her literally 15 minutes ago, our ease with each other, the familiarity we had towards each other, was as if we'd known each other for years and had been constant lovers for that time. She then said 'look, amongst my other kinks, I'm an exhibitionist. I love to be watched making love. So, how about we occupy the big table and give everybody an exhibition of lovemaking. Not to brag, but I am something of an expert!' As I am not averse to being watched I readily agreed. We went and found a blanket then commandeered the big table. I looked at her waiting for her to sit up onto the table, but she said,' oh no no no, you're going first, I'm going to do you first, get up and lay down flat '. She had already established herself as being in command, so I just followed orders! She then put me through a whole manual of arms of Fucking a man by a woman! This all took a good half hour, she kept me on the age of Cumming all that time. She certainly was an expert. But strangely, it was all as if she were demonstrating how a machine worked. It was all quite cold and deliberate. It literally was a demonstration! Everybody had gathered around to watch, so she hadn't wasted her time. Meanwhile, she had brought me to the edge of orgasm so many times in that half hour that I now was almost screaming to come! When I made it clear what my situation was, she who was taking a bow and a round of applause from the audience, turned to me and said', oh don't be such a baby!', Lent over, took my prick into her mouth, gave an enormous suck, and I exploded into her mouth. She swallowed it down, gave me a pat on the face and a kiss. Then she said to me' I'll give you 1/2 hour to recover, then, you will do me under my instruction! On her way to the toilet and on her return, she was accosted several times by men, but it pleases me to hear her say thank you but no thank you, I'm with somebody! This gave me a real charge. I'd always had good self-esteem, even occasionally being accused of being arrogant, but being in company with this woman gave me such a charge of self-esteem that I'd never felt before. Mary, on returning from the toilet went and refilled our glasses with whiskey, groping in my clothes for cigarettes and a lighter, we sat upon the table, almost in yabyum position facing each other with our knees touching each other, sipping our scotch pulling on our cigarettes, and gazing deeply into each other's eyes. This woman was hypnotizing me I'm certain of it. She certainly got me under her control. I would have done anything for her!! After about half an hour, she said, 'come with me'. Took me by the hand into the ladies toilet. There she had stashed her handbag She said', well, you're going to be rather busy the next hour!'. See how much she had taken control of me. We went back to the living room table. She climbed up onto it and laid down,' saying to me, now, you will do exactly what I tell you!'. 'Yes ma'am' I said. She looked sternly at me and said,' behave yourself, this is serious!'. 'I stand corrected' I said. She took a long look at me and said,' I'm sorry I didn't mean to spoil your trip. But I have plans for you, which I hope that you will enjoy as much as I expect to do. Now please, just do as I tell you, we are about to instruct these ignorant people in the proper way to get it on! LOL' She then took me through the manual of arms of how a man should fuck a woman! This woman was unbelievably proficient. She had me fuck her in every way in every possible position, and it with every possible speed. She was fully conversant with the Kama Sutra, the Ananga Ranga and the Taoist manual of love. When she told me that I was going to be busy for an hour I could not possibly have known what to expect. Luckily, my erection became priapic, and I was able to perform as she expected! When we finished, it was to an absolutely thunderous round of applause! It had also taken nearly 2 hours instead of the promised one. She had probably come about 357 times LOL. I was exhausted and covered in sweat as was she. I managed to stagger over to where our glasses and my bottle were, poured ourselves a good stiff peg, got the last two cigarettes out of the pack, lit them up and took them over to where she was laying on the table resting. I lay up to join her. We clinked glasses, took a big gulp, drew deeply on our cigarettes, and gazed into others eyes, smiling. She said,' when we have finished the drinks, you will take me to your home, and I will sleep with you, you will notice I said to sleep with you!! Tomorrow, we will explore each other! You may even get to make love to me, not like that that we just did. That was a teaching!'. Everything about her was deliberate and considered and incredibly focused! In the taxi on the way home, I'd hoped for at least a bit of groping. But no go. She was all business. When we got home, as we entered the front door, she began discarding her clothes, insisting that I do the same. She said,' as long as I am with you, here, we will always be naked. There will never be one single thread between us! I will be leaving you Monday morning.' To help sleep, I made hot chocolate would you believe. As it was summertime and quite hot, we slept naked on top of the sheets. I awoke first the next morning. Getting up and making coffee, I also began to cook breakfast. By this time she had woken and was watching me closely. I thought that I was being observed by someone who was being expected to write a report on me. I asked her if she liked bacon and eggs, to which she replied Who doesn't. I then said well, Jews and Arabs certainly don't! LOL.' Smartarse she said with a laugh, threw a pillow at me. We ate our breakfast. She then began to explain her circumstances to me. She was married to a doctor, a very good man, whom she loved very much, . . As a friend. His response to her was the same. They had met in a Buddhist retreat when they were both very young, too young to really understand what they were doing. Although they had both gone through various disciplines of spirituality, this had, in fact, divided them rather than brought them together. He then became ill in a way that completely neutralized his sexuality. In other words,' 'e couldn' do it no more'. So, as she was an extremely sexual woman (!!!) She took her sexual life into her own control. 'I know it looks as if I just fuck around a lot, but I know and appreciate, as do you the spiritual dimensions of sex. You know that sex is a lot more than just a physical event, it's an immense psychic event if you do it right! As a Tantrica, I believe that the energy generated by a pairing of opposites in this case man and woman is the energy that controls and enlivens the cosmos! But, you don't yet know how to acquire that. Hopefully, I will be able to teach you, so be prepared to do a lot of Fucking! You are the first that I've known, other than my husband, and the Rajneesh who would be capable of that! I can detect from some gestures, statements, etc., that you have training in the Gurdjieff system. So have I, though probably a little before you. You're probably 10 years younger than I! I am also somewhat psychic, as I seem to detect in you! However, I don't intend to spend the day sitting around a table with an Ouija board. LOL. No, you and I, have much more serious things to do today. As I told you last night, we will explore each other! Are you aware that you and I have a future.. I don't mean to make that sound threatening. But I can only be here occasionally. My life with my husband and my children has to take first place, LOL, even to my carnality! LOL, I recognized as soon as I saw you at Peter's last night.' She told me, 'I did fuck Peter once, I suppose in presagement of you coming, being another Peter.'.That was the last place that I would've expected to come across a soulmate? How you feel about that?'. 'I said, well to be honest, so far you've managed to scare the living Shit out of me with your managerial manner LOL.' She burst out laughing,' you'll soon get over that, once I start teaching you how to fuck and more importantly how to make love in a way that will bring you before the gods' have you ever heard of Tantra, I am not yet an adept, , , yet! But I am on my way, and I would like to take you with me if you are interested. You have learned quite a bit yourself. Indeed from your demonstration last night, you're already quite a good lover in the ordinary sense, and of course, you have that wonderful prick. Did you know that priapus is a gift from the Gods . . . .to women LOL '. I told her that I had indeed been trying to follow a similar path as she in my life and that I will certainly wish to accompany her! She certainly had an interesting life. She'd done the Gurdjieff thing and indeed was still in touch with them. Although the people that she knew from there were all different people to those that I'd known. She also has done the Tibetan Buddhism thing, the Zen thing, the Rajneesh thing, indeed, she got to screw with him. She'd learned most from him of her sexual techniques. But most of the more esoteric techniques from a Chinese Taoist couple in Vancouver that she'd paid a fortune for a months retreat! ('You wouldn't believe what that little old man was capable of, and that little old woman with her tiny sagging tits did things with the men that transformed their lives!')She told me that although she learned something from each of these that were valuable to her, no one of them had been complete, although tantra looked promising, and is a lot more fun! As a Tantrika she did believe in magic as did I. 'But now, please, I would like to have an orgasm now as a beginning to our relationship, whatever it turns out to be. Would you please come and suck my cunt I do love a bit of tonguing! "OH, would I just, Oh, Yes, Oh YES Please!!!" I know that the farthest thing from spiritual excellence is to worship something! But, approaching that magnificent Bush as she lay sprawled on the bed with her legs apart her hands behind her head supporting it watching me approach that gorgeous auburn coloured hairy cunt (CUNT, I say it with all reverence,) I found it difficult not to worship that heavenly mound. ( If I didn't find some imperfection soon in this woman I was lost.) I nuzzled my nose into her labia breathing deeply that wonderful aroma that any Cunt has. This one I know from the flavour that she had rinsed it with some flavoured douche. The whole effect was totally captivating. She was very wet and as soon as I introduced my tongue into her twat she went completely rigid and thrust her pelvis into the sky grabbing hold of my hair and pulling my face into her just like an ordinary woman LOL. She had, along with all her other perfections, a very prominent clit, like a tiny cock that I gave extensive attention to! She was very responsive and soon had a come, quivering as she had the evening before. I began to relax a little myself, telling myself that she was just another woman really! Yeah really?! I sucked her for at least an hour, with her in permanent orgasm. She just lay there gasping and quivering. I'd never seen a woman come like that before, Mind, every woman comes differently. My Anne used to get on to a semi orgasmic plateau in which she peaked now and again. This girl just peaked continually! Eventually, she called a stop. I made some tea and broke out the biscuits. We sat grinning at each other while we drinking tea and consumed my biscuits! Then we then spent the next six hours Fucking each other in all of her various positions. But this time she wasn't cold about it. I had a wonderful time and felt both physically and emotionally fulfilled. At one point she'd been laying on me with her cunt in my mouth while sucking my cock. She kept me to being near orgasm as much as she could increasing my ecstasy. If I came, as I did several times, she would then get up after five minutes, pressed various points on my body, on my head my neck my chest along my spine in my groin varying the places all the time, and within a minute I would get hard again.! She wouldn't tell me what these points were yet. She told me that I was not ready yet to know that. But one point she never missed. It was a stretch of skin between the arsehole and the ballsack she would really dig her nail into there. It was incredibly painful but I could always get it up towards! One time as she was sucking my cock she was also finger-fucking my arse, massaging my prostate. She stopped turned around to look at me saying 'you know you really are very beautiful, unfortunately! When I queried what she meant by, unfortunately, she said 'one day you will lose it.' It was then I noticed as I hadn't before that she wasn't particularly beautiful or pretty it was just this whole aura that she had. She did have very fine eyes! And a beautiful mouth. Also an incredibly beautiful body. Oh, Damn she was just beautiful! It's weird, with most women one feels loved, or one feels lusted for. With her, it was intensely both! We made love for several hours. I'd run out of Cum hours before. But she is constantly getting me erect back to continue Fucking her!!! She came continually. When I asked her about it, she said that the ability had developed with her training and that she could go on forever. When I asked her how many times she could possibly come. She said that she didn't know that, it'd never happened that she'd reached a finale. That under her tuition I might acquire the same ability, although of course things were different for a man than for a woman. It was then time for dinner, so we went to eat in a little local Greek restaurant. When we had eaten, we went for a short walk. Then back to the loft. We undressed again naturally and she began to look through my music collection wanting to hear some, suggesting others I might like. Thankfully for my ego, I knew a lot more about music than she did, although why now should I be worrying about evening out the score I don't know! I felt myself to be in total unity with this woman! (I'd begun feeling like I was living through a re-enactment of the Japanese story Ugetsu Monogatari, about a simple potter who takes his ware to market and while there is approached by a young beautiful, obviously a very rich young woman who takes him home with her. There she treats him like a god and almost fucks him to death. She is obviously some kind of magician. Each time he's depleted, she manages to bring it all on again! Then, one day, the girl's woman servant lets the cat out of the bag by telling the potter that the girl is really a ghost. That she died very young but came back as a ghost to enjoy some of the pleasures of life that she'd missed out on! The potter went to see a priest about this, who informed him that the ghost would eventually completely absorb him and that the only way he would escape was to present himself to her totally covered in Buddhist scripture. This they did, and when the girl saw this she recoiled in horror and evaporated! All well and good, but if I'd seen someone near me with a pen or pencil in their hand, I'd have clobbered them and run!!!) From then on, she'd come to stay with me for a day or two about once a month. She would never give me her phone number or address, or even her real name, which wasn't Mary. She did not want her husband or children to know that she was so involved as she was with me. They thought that she was just going off to some kind of religious retreat, which in a way she was. Anyway as I say about once a month I get his call,' 'Can I come?' That was all. Naturally, I always said YES PLEASE! This continued for around two years but then for no known reason just stopped. When I realized after a couple of months that it was unlikely that I would see her again, I was devastated. I never did see her again although I looked for her. She'd let slip one time that she lived in the north of the city, another time that she shopped on Saturday, so for a year my Saturdays were spent haunting the supermarkets of north Montreal, Alas to no avail. I could feel her being out there, . . . .but . . . . !!