“Aaauuummmm.”

“That is the sound of the energy of the universe that finds manifestation in all,” I said in a soothing voice.

“No, fuck this!”

I opened my eyes and saw Mary, one of our course attendees, busy stripping off all her clothes. Next to me sat William, my husband and partner in our South African Tantric meditation retreat. He shrugged his shoulders as if to say we had to let Mary continue. Then the other two attendees, Susan and Helen, also stood up to remove their track suits. Naked and with their hands on their hips they looked at us. We were still in the lotus position, sitting on soft matrasses in a room converted into a temple of the goddess Shakti.

“What is going on, ladies?” William asked.

“We are not here to listen to your wisdom about fucking eternity,” said Susan. “We want to know how to fuck better to keep our husbands happy.” 

I let my gaze travel over the beautiful naked bodies of the three forty-something farmers wives only to stop abruptly at the V between their legs. The areas between their thighs were disheveled bushes of red, blond and black hair. William and I looked at each other and came to the same conclusion.

“Firstly, ladies,” said William as he untangled himself and pulled me up. “Those bushes are an affront and an insult to the Goddess Shakti. You are hiding your beautiful yoni. How do you think your husbands must get through that jungle between your legs? With a bushcutter?”

William quickly stripped off my clothes and took station behind me. His hands caressed my full breasts, tweaking my nipples before he let them slide over my flat tummy to my naked and smooth Mons Venus. His middle finger played with my pleasure knob, slipped it between my wet slit before it disappeared into my waiting canal. I trapped his finger playfully with my pussy muscles. Removing his finger, he brought it to his mouth, licking off my juices. I wiggled my naked buttocks over his erection trapped in his pants.

“Come feel how wonderful Sandy’s smoothly shaved pussy feels,” invited William the three women. Redhead Mary was first to touch my yoni. She moved her hand between my legs up to my anus. Touching her own bush, she shuddered. She looked into my eyes with a questioning gaze. Blondie Susan pushed Mary out the way to feel my pussy. Raven head Helen shyly came closer to hesitantly touch my smooth genitals. She didn’t stop. Helen continued caressing my pussy, before slipping a finger between my wet lips. By this time my wobbly legs wouldn’t hold me upright. I was panting and for support I put my hand on Helen’s shoulder. She must have read this move differently because she dropped to her knees and kissed the lips between my legs. I nearly collapsed as she drank from my wetness.

“Okay, ladies. Let’s get rid of those bushes.” William could sometimes be so insensitive. 

It seemed as if our dream to make Tantra tangible to spiritual seekers was becoming a reality, but with a slight deviation. While William went to fetch the shaving kits, I had the women sit on towels, with their legs spread open and mirrors in front of their genitals. I handed each a scissors.

“The time has come for you to see what beauty you’ve been hiding all these years,” I said as they giddily looked in the mirrors as if it was the first time they saw their own pussies. Carefully they started trimming their unruly jungles. William was quickly back with the shaving cream and razors. Helen called William to help her shave and I started with Susan. Mary took a razor and shaved herself. Before long, I inspected the three smooth vulvas. 

“How does it feel?” I asked. Enthusiastically they inspected their smooth vulvas, their labia, clits and the openings to their vaginas. They even showed off their pussies to each other. 

“This is fucking incredible,” said Mary. “Now Pete will see my cunt more often.”

“That’s the spirit,” I said. “But if you expect your husbands to lick your pussies, you have to do it yourself first.”

William took off his clothes, his cock as stiff as a rod. “You are going to lick, kiss and fuck each other’s pussies. Mary, you and Susan can do each other. Helen and Sandy can pair off.”

I let Helen lay on her back on the soft matrass while I swung around into a 69 position. I marveled at her beautiful smooth pussy, now devoid of all the hair. I kissed her lips, tasting her arousal. Helen pulled my hips closer to her face and copied my action. I saw how Mary and Susan followed our example. Before we could get any further with our pussy licking, I felt the mushroom head of William’s cock at the opening of my pussy. He rubbed a few times up and down my slit. But before William could enter me, Helen swung me over onto my back.

“I need your cock in my cunt, NOW!” demanded Helen. “Fuck me hard!”

William’s cock and Helen’s waiting pussy hovered above me…

Helen licked my pussy once and stuck a finger in my sheath. I hesitated for a moment… Grabbing William’s throbbing cock I licked the purple head, swallowed it down my throat before I pushed it deep into Helen’s wet and waiting cunt. William started to fuck her, slapping his balls against my face as I licked her clit.

This is truly fucking tantric nirvana, I thought as Helen sucked my clit and William pumped his cock deep into her.