Date: Sun, 26 Dec 2021 16:50:12 +0100
From: Kachar Ricuchi <kacharricuchi@gmail.com>
Subject: Cindy, Laura and I: a threesome 43

LIII/43

When I teach Yoga I often get into a naughty mood. It is a mood in which
I am not satisfied to just arouse a self-erotic state in my students, as
is normal to happen in Yoga as you become aware and in control of every
part of your body. This is just normal, without any tweaks. For instance,
when pressing and compacting the groin and pelvic muscles towards the
floor, in woman and men, you do create a special state (the penis swells,
the vulva expands), connected with the feeling of stretching the fingers
and lifting your toes. All together they create this sense of complete
body control: you can push, feel, relax any corner of your body at will;
then, often, your nipples will harden, your clitoris stir, and you glans
enlarge. One important tweak in this basic sitting pose, if the mood is
to elevate arousal, would be to start deer pose, where in effect the full
contact of hands and genitals, and regular tightening of the muscles
around the anus creates a new way of energy from its epicenter up through
the spine to the crown of the head. But I was in the mood for something
that would, with no preambles, put my students in close contact with each
other. So the first 20 minutes of the class was about checking if I could
make good matches. Not all couples would end up in close contact; only
two or three would show physically the will to go further and join
together their bodies. What those very aroused partners would do after
was a mystery. They might go and shower together, they might leave to a
more private place, they might just part ways, or, they might decide to
stay in the room and act on that built-up sexual energy. They would
usually stay in the room after class and I would close the door behind
me, or if it seemed appropriate, or tempting, I would stay in the room. I
would not have a partner during the main session, but occasionally, if
there is an uneven number, I would select that one student to partner
with. Oddly enough, I find that I vary a lot in the student type choosing
from the whole range, black, white, man, woman, trans, thin, plump,
overweight... Cindy had been one of those a couple of times, she was
attractive and seemed serene with the Yoga in all its aspects, that is a
normalcy at performing it alone or in couples.  But since I was already
thinking seriously about her I never jeopardized the partnership by
pushing it. When two bodies are so close, a matter of inches, flesh
contact is a real option. If anything, it is Cindy that pushes the
envelope forward. It is her that gets closer, who yearns for that contact
that will multiply the pleasure (I have seen her with other women and
men). I has happened three or four times; in these, and even in others
with less closeness, I react, mentally and "groinnily", if you wish,
with the growth of my cock under my tight leggings. Does she notice? Of
course she does. She keeps calm, she observes, she does not mind; I wish
to think she appreciates it. But it is not here that I will act. Today
Cindy is here. I have observed the yogis and yoginis and try to match
them. Cindy will be mine, she knows as well as I. Yogis and yoginis in my
class know couplings could happen; they know they are not regular. All
are open to them, if it happens. I count. Uneven. Good. I will pair with
who you know. There are few yogis today; two seem to be a fit, while the
other will go fit with yoginis. Most of couples are women. As we stand up
after our long intro they sense what is coming. I hear a short sight of
expectation all around. I start walking around joining these pairs and I
create this scape of double human columns. They start back to back,
separated by a couple of feet. So they really have a visual contact with
one "column" of the next couple. Any inkling of arousal with that other
"column" is futile; they will need those feelings, which will surely
develop soon enough, to share with their own "column", waiting to their
back. I tell them to close their eyes and radiate the long arms with
stretched hands with far reaching fingers around their body, up down,
left, right, forward, and back, lifting their toes for the energy to
start right from the bottom, to increase that energy with a good
clenching of the groin muscles, stirring their attached sex, perhaps
lengthening it be it penis or clitoris, creating their space. First an
exclusive physical space with a good deal of self-arousal, and then,
later on, allowing the partners to join their spaces and their erotic
energy, if they feel like it. Again, while I could be paired with
someone, I would often leave her or him alone --Cindy today- so that I
can hover around providing personal instructions to the couples (she
would not get much of an erotic experience with me... unless, in rare
occasions, after class we explored further on... but today not with
Cindy). Not every couple will finish in a close encounter; some couples
will not show the body language that would make me approach them and ask
them to actually get closer.  How could I tell? I could sense the state
of their possible attraction by the expanse of the limbs and hands, the
direction of the pelvis, pushing towards the partner, where their groins
seek closeness little by little. And, of course, their gaze. Are they
attentive to each other's gaze? Does observing the partner's eyes
incense their arousal? (not their tits, cock, vulva or ass) Do they seem
mesmerized by their gaze? Everyone can tell that locking into the eyes of
another person is no easy task. So in those few cases I tell them to
approach (say two or three in a class of a dozen couples; the others will
just finish up close).  We are way in the session. They have turned
around and are now facing their own partner, the one with which any
erotic encounter could happen (at least in class). They are in mountain
pose, standing up; arms open to the side, lifting toes, four feet apart;
first gaze, an easier one. Look into your partner's eyes! Arms forward,
they softly hold each other's forearms. No grabbing, just a soft touch.
Gaze! First physical contact: some trepidation, some electricity between
them, an initial spark; perhaps nothing. I can tell. Back to mountain. I
softly ask some couples get a foot closer. Gaze locked everyone. We go
into triangle, I am with Cindy again: we open our legs, stretch our arms
long (Keep your gaze locked, I remind them), point one foot outwards
mirroring each other, and let's slide our arms in the same direction,
one left, another right, and we dive for the hand to reach calve, foot or
floor. Keep your gaze. The natural tendency in triangle is to push your
hips forward: seeking stability and now also to join your groin with your
partner's. The couples in which both show that thrust will go further.
Sometimes only one does, while the other might actually back her or his
groin. No go. It is quite something to see the few the paired bodies
arching from the groin trying to reach each other, keeping their gaze
locked. They are still far away; they will get closer. We return to
mountain and a little tap on their shoulder will signal them to move one
step closer. So they were all four feet apart at the start at mountain,
some went into triangle at two feet apart, and now, those aroused few,
are inches apart. The other couples know why they are not that close;
they might be gazing each other's parts, unreciprocated, but with more
lust than shared erotic arousal. Some partners, feeling uncomfortable at
the other's gaze, just sit down, meditate, and calm down. It's fine;
one has to discriminate among erotic feelings. For the aroused few there
will be contact as they come back into triangle, at the opposite side.
The most subtle push forward of the hips allows the first touching of
their groins: encounters of vulva against vulva, penis joining penis,
penis encountering vulva. And that is just the start because, in
triangle, at this arousal state, with gazes still locked in, the move of
the hips forward is reflexive. Now they are really pressed against each
other, a good kiss of the groins. Those three couples are really into it;
the others watch in awe, silently. Women, be it with vulva or penis
--women like me-, tend to push further: ones pushing their vulvas
together so that the labia majora embrace the labia minora, and labia
minora hug the hood and stimulate the clitoris inside. The others,
pushing their penises to mold with vulvas --or other penises. Their
mouths and eyes might tell the level of arousal rising from that
coupling. For men, the shaft of their penis tend to be engrossed well
before this last stage, so that the slightest first touch between their
shafts, with hardly any push of the hips (sometimes penises are not
aligned and they will stay that way) launches a strong enlargement of
them. A mixed couple will often excel at the hip pushing, creating two
large arched bodies joined at the groins. Remember they are still in
triangle so that body stability is key amidst the no-hands erotic
coupling: but we will find that both can use their bodies to enhance
stability and arousal. At this point I am back with Cindy. I am slightly
enlarged but soft so my penis is flattened under the tight legging; I
push. She is swollen, I can tell, and she pushes more, aiming at fitting
my shaft into the divide between her lips and pushes against her clit.
Her hips grind forward, up and down, and I panic. I backtrack. Come back
to sitting pose all. And the couplings are undone. Cindy is disappointed.
Class is over and I really do not care what happens, today, with the
couples that finished well compenetrated. I am too horny but happy that I
did not cross the line with Cindy. I retreat to my room and my private
shower where I masturbate furiously at the thought of our naked groins
pressing against each other with my free, harder cock with swollen glans
pressing against Cindy's clit; and the drenched in our flowing juices
sliding down to find its way inside her. I come with heavy ropes of white
semen flying around.

PS 17. I want a real one, she says. I agree that it would be good. We
both want a real vulva to play with, a real woman to be part of our queer
lesbian coupling. She has to like the idea of being with two women, one
with a cock, she says. We will seek. We do not know really how. I suggest
a bar, where we both can show ourselves. I know she will put me all
pretty for that night.