She keeps dragging her fingers over you, bottom to top, bottom to top, and putting light pressure on you. It's a lot like massage, except it's over your entire surface, and you're a lot squishier than normal. Physically, she's not doing all that much to you. Psychologically though, you're a spring, wound up by months of anticipation and imagination. It's really happening, You're really her pussy, completely unknown to her, and she's about to get herself off with you along for the ride.
Then she dips her middle finger into herself. You feel her appendage inside you, not very deep, pressing gently upward, and a jolt of pleasure runs through you. It's much more intense than you're used to, because there isn't a single part of you that isn't a sex organ right now. A flash of worry strikes, this is feeling really good. Almost too good. Did you go to far? This is clearly only the warm-up, are you going to be able to take the finale? You briefly consider wishing for the spell to end.
But you can't. In your current state, you could only make a wish if this woman were sitting on the rock. And even then, you wished for six hours, so you're getting six hours. You lost track of time and you're not sure how much longer you're stuck like this, for all the world but you, nothing more than her vulva.
You love it.
In your excitement you tense up around her finger, and she laughs happily.
"Oh wow, this is different."
She pushes further into you, helped along by how wet you are, and you would let out a moan if you could. As she drags her finger back out, you can feel each millimeter of flesh it passes. Her middle finger is glistening, as she moves it away from your opening, further upward. You immediately wish it was back inside you.
But the dissatisffation doesn't last long. She is circling her clit, your clit, and you would be a gibbering wreck if you still had lungs. You're so wet that you're starting to leak, clear fluid running out of you. You taste and smell pussy and skin, all over you. And she won't stop circling.
She lets out a moan and leans back, but you're not seeing anymore. All you feel is good. A sensation is building all through you, pushing you further and further upward, and she quickens her tempo, starting to rub back and forth over the little pink nub of flesh proudly poking out of it's hood.
Then, just as you feel that you couldn't possibly take any more, you explode. The woman yells, and quickly claps her hand over her mouth to stop herself. And you're pusling, hard, feeling your opening clenching involuntarily, forcing more liquid out of you. You feel so, satisfied. You're not thinking. You can't right now, all you can do is experience.
The woman stays like that for a minute, her right hand frozen above her crotch, as she breaths heavily into her left.
'What the fuck was that?' She thinks to herself. 'That kind of finish usually takes longer.'
She looks downward at the dark bush of hair between her legs.
'It's like my own pussy was more turned on than I was!'
She smiles at the absurd thought, looking back up at the ceiling. She could still feel herself pulsing down there, more gently now. Reaching down, she gave her pussy an appreciatory rub, and was shocked to feel it tense up on it's own again.
'If that keeps up, I'm going to see a doctor.' She thought to herself.
It was late, and she was feeling it. After quickly stopping in the bathroom to wash her hands and run a wet cloth between her legs, she climbed into the soft covers of her bed. As her thoughts started to drift together in the usual dreamlike way, she again considered what had happened earlier, and almost without meaning to, said
"Goodnight pussy."
Her last thought for the day was that she was definitely going to see a doctor. Her pussy had twitched, as if to say "goodnight" back.
