Note: I strongly disagree with the practice of cutting away parts of the female genitalia to reduce or eliminate sexual enjoyment. However, I am an advocate of consensual circumcision (cutting around and removing the prepuce to fully and permanently expose the glans penis in males and the glans clitoris in females. I myself chose to undergo this surgery and it has enriched my sex-life considerably.

PENA'S STORY: Part 7: Erin makes a surprise visit.

I had not heard from Erin since she had completed her Masters in education. Her mother was looking after the family home in the Provinces. I tried calling them but the telephone appeared to be out of order. Then one morning Erin burst into my outer office with a huge smile on her face. We embraced and entered my ‘inner sanctum’ together. We sat facing each other, our knees touching. Our eyes met and suddenly I knew why she had not contacted me. She was now a member of the society! Like me, she had been sworn to secrecy. Her mentor had finally told her that I was also a full member! Erin had taken the first bus to Manila and here she was! We had so much catching up to do! Luckily I had no clients that day so I shut shop and we bundled into a passing Jeepney and went to my apartment. We tore off our clothes and headed for the shower. We dried each other and lie together on my big bed.

I had thoroughly explored Erin’s sexual organs many times in the past but I felt a little nervous as I knelt down and gently parted her labia. Her clitoris stood to attention like a pink pea. It looked so beautiful now it was no longer trapped by surrounding skin. Erin's inner labia had been wide and crinkly. Now in their place were two slightly raised lines of skin. A slick liquid was slowly oozing from her Bartholin glands. I dipped my finger into the slippery substance and slowly began to circle upwards to her unhooded clitoris. My mind flashed back to my own cautious exploration of my genitals after Trudy had circumcised me so neatly:

Having allowed a reasonable time for my incisions to heal properly, I had asked Alicia if I might use a meditation room in her basement for my first genital exploration as a full member. She had agreed and asked me if I needed privacy. I told her that her company would be welcome. We went into the robing room and removed our clothing. We both donned white robes. I tied my robe with the green sash of a full Member for the very first time and I noticed that Alicia tied hers with a simple white cord. I realized that this was an act of deference and bowed my head slightly to her in acknowledgement. She smiled and repeated the gesture. We entered the meditation room and I removed my robe. I lay back on the cushions facing Alicia and spread my legs wide. I cautiously ran my index finger over my labia, starting at the dimple and moving downwards. My finger was greeted by a slick wetness as I gently allowed it to slip inwards. My clitoris was no longer trapped by surrounding skin and my first tenuous touch brought instant waves of pleasure. I would say that rather than being more sensitive, my clitoris now responded in a different way to my touch. I had often been quite rough when I masturbated but now that my hoodectomy liberated my Soul I knew I needed to be more gentle. My eyes met those of Alicia. She asked me if I would administer a token Rite of Sacrament to her. I nodded and felt deeply honored as she knelt between my legs and lapped gently. Alicia had yet to teach me how to perform the full Rite so I just lay back and humbly accepted the ministrations of my Mentor. As in all acts of Sacred Sex, this was purely a "Platonic" ritual. Pleasure was permitted but not sought. Alicia finally knelt in front of me and I rose and placed my hands on her shoulder. We put our robes back on and went back to the robing room. I suddenly burst into tears as a huge wave of relief flooded through my whole being. I felt Alicia's presence and was glad she had accompanied me to the meditation room. We replaced our outside clothing and went upstairs. Alicia made me a light lunch which was served with a glass of resin-flavored wine. I remembered that she had served the same wine at the dinner after my graduation from law school.

Erin touched my hair, gently bringing me back to the present. Erin looked at me and I told her about my flashback. My finger gently continued to caress Erin's genitals as she listened with wide eyes. She told me that she had a similar experience with Corazon, her Mentor. Erin had been circumcised by Trudy, the same American woman that had performed my own surgery. She had felt Trudy's cool fingers gently parting her labia as she lay on the operating table and then nothing until Corazon had squeezed her shoulders. Erin began a soft moaning and I knew she was close to orgasm. I moved down and began a slow circular movement of her clitoris with the tip of my tongue and she soon reached her climax. Then it was my turn to lie back as Erin explored my own genital area. She told me how beautiful the New "Peña Pleasure Portal" looked. I could feel her long silky hair sensually caressing my lower abdomen as she gazed. I sighed and relaxed deeply as Erin's finger began a slow exploration of my wetness. It was so good to be back together again!

We suddenly felt very hungry and decided to go out for lunch. The break gave us a chance to switch from 'clinical mode' to 'romantic mode' and when we returned to my apartment we headed for my bed and spent the next couple of hours enjoying each other's bodies. My first orgasm was pretty explosive and waves rippled through my lower body for about a minute. A few minutes later, Erin had a similar experience. We skipped dinner and gave each other a nice slippery oil massage, finally returning to bed. We awoke around 3 am drenched in sweat. There had been a brownout and of course the AC had failed to restart, no longer sending wafts of cool air over our twined bare bodies! We headed for the shower and decided to go into the garden naked and still dripping wet. My garden has a high hedge all round and in any case there was nobody around to see us. We rolled in the grass for a while and sat cross-legged facing each other waiting for the dawn. We headed for the kitchen for coffee, toast and scrambled eggs. I had several appointments that day and Erin had to return to Los Baños in Laguna province to teach an English class.

part 8 to follow...
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