I've seen her walk up to four small dogs at a time. She's not visibly muscular or tough looking so I suppose that's about the most dogs she can handle. We say hello to each other and share some dog talk while our animals play with each, smell each other and all around, get to know each other. All very sociable, civilized and polite.

Her name is Teddi. She's blond, about five foot five, maybe late twenties, early thirties. She has a nice face, not overtly beautiful but striking, sexy and provacative in a way. You could say that she has a unique look. She has great taste and always dresses well. Her breasts are small, maybe thirty-two inches, A cup - and that's a stretch. I've noticed her chest several times as her tops are often made of mesh and somewhat see-through. In fact, the last time I saw her, she was wearing a different, more opaque top, and her breasts looked larger and rounder. I assumed that she wore a padded bra that day. (I have mentioned before that I possess 3-D Vision and can look through women's clothes. I've mentally stripped Teddi several times.)

This day, we were on our way back to the parking lot after a long stroll along the woodsy path. I saw Teddi coming toward me, walking only one small dog. As she came up to me, I could see that she'd been crying.

"Teddi, are you okay? What's the matter?"

"I am having the worst day, Ray. My boyfriend dumped me this morning. He was cruel about it. He pissed me off. And, one of my customers was killed last night. She was in a car crash. The other guy ran a light. I liked her and her dogs a lot. And I'm having pain in my side from where I had my operation. Everything sucks today." I had no idea what she was going on about, I just led her to a park bench and sat her down. The dogs curled up in the shade under the bench. I looked her over. She was wearing one of her mesh shirts. She wore a dark blue bra. No tits.

"Do you know how to breathe? I mean in a zen-like way. Breathing to calm yourself, breathing to center yourself." She nodded her head. "No? Okay, follow me. First, close your eyes, Teddi, and take a deep breath, hold it for a count of five and slowly exhale." She did this several times and each time, slowed down a little more. "Do you feel better? I can show you more breathing techniques."

"Yes, that really felt good. I could use some relaxation."

"Do you have a mantra?"

"You mean a word I can repeat in my head?" She looked confused.

"Yes, but it is more than that. You can train your mind to use it as a trigger to take you to another...a better place."

She seemed curious. "Yes. Please show me what you mean."

I thought for a moment and then whispered something in her ear. I backed off and said, "That is your word. While you breathe, repeat the word over and over in your head. Don't stop. And there is no rush. This is not a test nor a contest. Slowly repeat the word in your head. Now, take a big deep breath and let it out through your nose. Now, another breath...fill up your lungs, put your shoulders back, stick out your chest and hold it...hold it...slowly exhale through your nose. Repeat the word in your head, over and over, focus on it...breathe in..." I couldn't help but notice how her small chest flexed.

I stood behind her and slowly rubbed her neck and shoulders while giving her direction. I felt her body ease up. She was breathing in a slow cadence. It was working. We must have spent twenty minutes on her breathing and my scratching the dogs.

Her eyes opened, and she looked around. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, thank you. That was wonderful. I really needed that. While I was breathing, I figured out a lot of things in my head. I'm sorry about my client but there is nothing I can do about it. My operation? Sometimes, it hurts. I'll live. And my boyfriend? Fuck him, asshole! I have to get another boyfriend...one who knows how to fuck!"

I waved my hands around my head. "Oh, pick me. Pick me!"

She laughed, and I was glad. "And what makes you such a good fuck?"

"Well, I can lick my eyebrows, eat pussy better than a lesbian, and I'm packing meat!"

I made her laugh again. This time, it was deep-throated and came from her gut. "That's three claims you can't prove. One maybe, two is a reach, and all three is an impossibility. Big talker."

"Oh yeah. Wait...okay...want me to lick my eyebrows again?"

"What? Wait. You didn't do anything. You didn't lick your eyebrows."

Before she could say anything else, I stood up in front of her, took her hand, and placed it squarely on my package. Seven-plus inches. Maybe seven and a half plus." I sat back down next to her. "As for the other claim, you'll just have to take my word for it." She sat with her mouth open, still in shock at what I did.

"You're crazy, do you know that?"

"Yes, I am. I was giving you a little shock treatment to help you snap out of your funk."

"Well, I can't say it didn't work. It felt nice, too." She stood up and took a deep breath. She seemed discombobulated. "Uh, we have to go now. I have to take her home." We began to walk to the parking lot. As I got to my car, she asked, "Can we continue this discussion...maybe show me more - uh - breathing techniques?"

I smiled. "Sure, like when?"

"I was thinking tonight..." she paused and took a breath, "...and maybe you could show me some proof of your other wild claims."

Teddi came over at eight. It was obvious that I underestimated this woman. The image in my mind was based upon wrong assumptions. Actually, my perspective changed when she said she would come over to my place and then DID! I actually wasn't sure it was she until I opened the front door. I knew instantly that my estimation had been all wrong and I had to reassess this woman before me.

"So, are we going to fuck, or what?"

"I'm surprised to hear you talk so assertively. The Teddi I have known seems like such a goody two-shoes kind of girl..."

She cut me off. "Assumptions. All wrong assumptions. Like I believed you that you could lick your eyebrows and so on? Don't be a fool. But you're brash and I like that. I'm attracted to brash."

I unzipped my pants and dropped trou. Since I was commando (not unusual), my dick hung limp. "I'm willing to demonstrate. I admit that I can't lick my eyebrows but I try...and two out of three ain't too shabby..."

"Now that's what I like. A confident man with a big dick." She began to strip. "But let me tell you something, I've been licked by a lesbian and nothing can beat that."

"We'll see." Her little tits and her little pink nipples pointed up and looked so delectable. Her navel had a long jewelled pendant hanging from it. But, the piece de resistance was under her thong. It was a tattoo in the best place - her shaven monte venus. A sight to behold. Her labia were adorned with an Art Nouveau flower. It had lotus petals framing a swallow-tail butterfly. The tail framed the upper part of her slit around her clit hood. It was colored in black, monarch butterfly yellow and red, and it was stunning, the work of a real artist.

"That is one beautiful tattoo. I'm so impressed. It's awesome."

"Thanks. I have another one." She turned around. A couple of inches from her pucker was a line in cursive. It read "Lucky You."

"I'll say." I pulled her close and kissed the tattoo before moving over to kiss and rim said pucker.

"Ooh, a surprise. I love surprises."

I rimmed her for a few minutes before bending her over and slipping my tongue in her vagina.

"That's it. You go for the gold, honey."

I turned her around and caught her butterfly. I chewed on the swallow-tails. My nose pushed her clit hood up and I circled her clit. I repeated these motions and added a few more.

So, I could tell you just how delicious she was. How her inner labia lips were loose and long, not to mention, chewy. I could tell you that when I stuck my finger into her butthole, she reached over and pushed my hand in further, so I put two fingers in and let her bounce awhile.

I'm an old guy, and I've seen and done a lot. I never saw this before, and it made my day forever: I was eating like it was my last meal. I was so into her pussy and in making her cum, I knew I was making her wild. I employed every tongue trick I knew. I had brought her to the brink and backed off several times. She began to pant hard, and I knew I could not hold her back anymore. She was drawing my tongue in deeper and moving around so I could hit her G-spot. She began to kegel and cum, she began to shake, and I swear I saw the wings of the butterfly begin to flap up and down, moving faster as she began to burst. Was I hallucinating, or was it real? It was miraculous. Her orgasm flooded over her as her vulval lips literally took flight, the wings of the butterfly displayed how high she was flying. It was amazing, truly amazing. Every woman is different, but each one has her own je-ne-c'est-quoi. Teddi had a pussy with special effects.

As she peaked, she pressed hard on my mouth and lightly squirted. My face was covered in her luxurious goo and I felt such pride in my work.

A few minutes when she touched down on Earth, I said, "So?"

"So, you're okay. I have to say that you are as good, not better than, a lesbian. And the reason why is that is ... only one time did I ever squirt like that, and it was a lesbian who brought me there. So, thanks, that was great. Now, may I have your cum?"

This woman was exceptional. She had mad skills. I think she could suck the cork out of a bottle of vintage Bordeaux and put it back in. She was between my legs and pushing my legs further and further apart. She held my cheeks apart and began to rub my anus with her thumbs. She slowly took my helmet into her mouth, licking and sucking. The sponginess quickly turned firm as she licked down my vein to my floppy ballsac.

Her thumbs massaged my rim, several times she pushed both thumbs together and pushed them into my ass. Then she moved her thumbs apart, and the effect was memorable.

While she worked my sac, she was stroking me. Twice, she had to squeeze my balls and the base of my cock to hold me back. She was teasing me. When I groaned, she said, "One good turn..." and gobbled me back up.

She began to suck on me again as I pumped in fucking her face. She had two fingers rubbing my prostate. My cock began to leak fluid in a steady stream. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't stop it. I was hallucinating. Colors flashed around my head and the cumstream continued. I was having an out-of-body experience. She stopped moving except for adding pressure to her fingertips. I began to lose it. My body shook in short bursts, each time spewing a burst of cum into her mouth and dripping down her chin. I peaked and blissed out. My body went limp and, with her head on my chest, we lay quietly.

"I've got to tell you ...that was truly something else!"

"Really!" She sounded surprised. "How so?"

"Well, it started with your fireworks, and I came multiple times all at once, but mostly because I saw your butterfly fly! I've seen a lot, but I've never seen that before!"

She was giggling. "So I know you had your eyes open!" She laughed this time, a full-throated, from the chest, laugh. "I'm glad you saw my special effects. You're only one of a handful of people...and I've had people never notice...who have seen it. I'm impressed." She leaned into me and kissed me. Our tongues swapped spit mixed with my cum. She made sure I got a full taste, not that I minded. "And you eat cum, too! What a guy!"

"Wait a minute. Don't get any ideas. You can only have me as a short-term rental."

She pivoted around and squashed her butterfly in my face, and we took off for another flight.

"That's the way I like it."