So, call her names at her request.
Done.
Undress her the way she wanted.
Sometimes by hands or teeth.
Done.
Either trim pussy or testicle pubic.
Done.
Shower together with lots of caressing and kissing.
Done.
Up to this point, we are basically cleaned from the shower.
Pubic trimmed and all over cleaned.
Next is sort of foreplay but a rather unique one, at least for me.
Regardless of if we were on the bed or sofa, Ivy will do a straddle on me.
She will start from my kneecap, always.
Either I am seated upright or lying down, she will straddle herself on my knees first.
Basically was to put one of my kneecap under her pussy, one at a time.
It would look like she was the Cowboy riding me, but it was my knee underneath her pussy.
She would grind and hump her pussy on my knee cap.
Her pussy lips would basically be placed on top of my knee cap, the bony part.
Then she would grind it slowly and hump gently first.
While her pussy was ‘eating’ my kneecap, she will place her two hands on my waist as a form of support.
She leaned her body weight forward while grinding her pussy on my kneecap and her arms supporting her body frame by gripping onto my waist.
I don’t know it then, but she get high and ecstatic within minutes.
On most days, I can feel her pussy juice dripping over the sides of my kneecap.
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How do I feel?
The pussy mouth chewing at my kneecap with the pubic rubbing against my flesh around my kneecap is fucking orgasmic.
It was very ticklish on the first time.
But after that, I was looking forward to it.
It was the kind of ticklish feeling that could aroused u within seconds.
The kind of tickle that u tried to resist and yet u give in because it was uncomfortably good and sensual.
Ivy will do that for a few minutes.
Looked like riding my legs.
But in fact she was fucking my kneecap one at time.
Once she got wet enough, she will switch to the other kneecap.
By the time she was done with both knees, they were moist at the very least.
And from the way I propped myself up, I can see my kneecap has that glistening aura compliments of Ivy’s pussy juice.
Followed by the room would be filled with light scent of that juice.
So, called her names at her request.
Done.
Undressed her the way she wanted.
Sometimes by hands or teeth.
Done.
Either trim pussy or testicle pubic.
Done.
Shower together with lots of caressing and kissing.
Done.
Fucked my kneecaps.
Done.
Will have to pause here otherwise I have derailed my own chain of thoughts.
I will share the details again once we start on the penetrative sex part.
What I just shared is a glimpse of Ivy’s personality.
Despite she was only 24 at that time, she totally understand and embraced delayed gratification.
She already knew how to manipulate a 11-year-old innocent boy who was eager to please her.
Yes, me.
Liked I mentioned before, if Ivy were to be a Ivan.
Then Ivan would be a master predator of child sex and paedophile.
40 years later, today I still don’t quite understand how Ivy was so good at what she did back then.
Anyway, I will share that later, and it would be clearer.
Do pardon me for not able to stick to the sequence of events.
As I jog through my memory, I also struggled with what and when I should put down the events and sentiments so that I won’t miss out or left out.
Now back to the part before I digressed.
Ivy completed the striptease, and I didn’t really watch it as my mind was racing at that time thinking what her strange requests are next?
She stood before me naked.
I barely have the courage to scrutinize her body.
Just too shy at that age.
I lowered my head a little to her ankle level and dare not to look north of that.
Saw my own dick pointed straight at her, gloriously erected
She noticed.
After she place our clothes on the sofa, she walked towards me.
When we stood toe to toe then, she was slightly taller than me by no more than 3-5 cm.
I was 11 and she was 24.
I estimated Ivy was around 1.63m tall then.
She asked me to squat down as she pushed my shoulders down.
I did as she asked as always.
I squatted right in front of her.
Ivy remained standing and we were so close to each other that her toes touched mine.
I squatted, she stood.
Ivy said, “Look at me please.”
As I raised my head awkwardly, my line of sight to her face was blocked by a patch of black, glistening and thick pubic.
It was a rather well-kept patch as I have seen many wild Lalang fields in my days.
They looked neat and well-trimmed.
My first sight of a vagina mound was of Ivy’s.
She or hers set the standard for me then.
Everything about her set the standard and expectation I have for women I were to know in the very near future.
Her physique, temperament and mood.
Back to her vagina.
I was curious and I knew roughly where the vagina should be.
But what was thrust at my face then had me trying to visually seek out where the ‘hole’ is amidst the black forest in front of me.
It did not look or appeared to be what I knew or what me and my gang talked about of vagina.
While I remained squatted and my gazed was running back and forth from her ankle to her groin area then to her tits and her face, I must have looked very ridiculously hilarious.
Ivy laughed a little and bend her body forward a little to still my head with her hands.
When my head had stopped moving up and down, holding still there, Ivy parted her legs.
She spread her legs and now standing with about a foot apart.
Her groin area had let in more background light.
With her legs spread a little, I see the full contour of her mound, patch, vagina or base.
I saw the wavy contour of her pubic as if she had purposely style it that way.
I saw at the lowest part of the vagina, the pubic were like an inverted Mohawk hairdo.
Now my gaze was outright examining her groin.
I was not looking at anything else except what she had purposely shown me.
It was like Mosses parted the Red Sea scene. Almost, at least for me at that stage.
Here comes another weird question.
Ivy asked, “U want to touch it now or we do it in the bathroom.”
And she did that with an obvious grin.
Those that u know has another hidden meaning behind it.
Those grins we all know now that means things are heating up kind of grin.
Then true to my usual dumbass self all I could utter out in reply was, “Ok”.
Ivy laughed louder.
She gestured and said, “Come lah, don’t waste time and let’s get clean up first.”
Again I was confused.
I understood the whole sentence until the word ‘first’ ended it.
So what was going to come later then?
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Looking forward for an update of this nice story.
Thanks bro, i will get it done by this weekend