Story 212 Living Statues.

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James here. 
          My first time writing a story like this but I certainly had some good help and support. My wife, Raviprabha and I, have become concerned about how Letters has stalled and wanted to do something to encourage them to start writing again. Hope this helps.   
                                                         James & Reshma.

Hello from Payam

        Brian and I were standing beside Sarvesh, outside, before the Big House. Mike from New Zealand was with us too. Before us was the statue/water feature that dominated the approach to Sarvesh’s house. It consisted of three beautiful women, semi-naked, relaxing beside the pool. One of very dark complexion was standing as she poured water from a jar, over herself and friends. A second woman, sitting kneeling had a lighter complexion of brown while the third woman, in a reclining position, was even lighter again. This has been said by many to be an obvious reflection on those from our group being both from India and from Western countries of Australia and New Zealand.

         ‘Is it true what Shanti says about this statue?’ I asked Brian.

         “What does Shanti say?’ he asked.

         ‘That the woman standing is Hansini, the one kneeling is Shanti and the one reclining is Jenny.’

         I was expecting Sarvesh to answer but when I looked at him, he just was with a slight smile.

         Brian laughed at that, repeating what Sarvesh has said. ‘Shanti, you have an active imagination.’

         ‘But, is it true?’ I pressed him again.

         Brian looked over at Sarvesh like he was asking permission. I saw the slight nod Sarvesh gave him.

         He smiled. Then nodded. ‘Yes, it is three women, from among our friends.’

         'Well, almost true,' Sarvesh corrected him. 'The white woman was meant to be Jenny but we changed her face to Joyce at the last moment so she is a combination of both women.'

        'So, Shanti and the girls are right.'

        'Of course, they are smart women,' Sarvesh replied. “But are they right? Ahhh! That is the big question.”

        Was this man admitting it or not? It was hard to know.

        'But don’t tell them they are right or wrong. We are having too much fun with them.'

        I laughed at that. Those men were too. Having a lot of fun teasing the women. 

         I stood for a while looking at these three women, the water cascading over their almost naked bodies, just what appeared to be cloth, to cover the most secret parts of their bodies. My mind lost in thought as the other men moved off.

         Ahh, the Ladies of Letters. All lovely women, I had met. Not just met but shared love-games with them. Let me tell you of them. What delightful women they were too.

Kalki

        One night, not long after our second nude weekend my wife Sairu extended an invitation to our friends Hamza and Kalki to attend our house for dinner. After a delicious meal from Sairu, followed by an Indian dessert from Kalki, we were resting in the soft seats of our hall.

        The subject of the nude weekends was being discussed. The idea of being naked, revealing our bodies and enjoying nudity. I listened to Kalki relating her fears at first and how she had grown to enjoy it now. My wife replied she had experienced much the same. Then suddenly the subject took a surprising change.

        “Do you think they do more than being naked?” Kalki asked.

        “Yes, they do……Hansini told me……they exchange the husbands.”

        “You mean, take love-games with each other’s husbands?”

        “Yes,” Sairu confirmed.

        I had thought that might be going on but had not been confident to ask. Now it had been confirmed by Sairu. So, there was more to these nude weekends, they were partner swapping.

       “I wonder how it feels, leaving your husband to go to another man?” Sairu asked.

       “I expect it is not loving. Just the physical enjoyment of each other.

       “Payam and I have talked about that,” my wife suddenly said.

       It was true, we had discussed it and the conclusion, I think one day we might even be willing to try. Now it was revealed to our friends and I wondered what they would think. I must also be admitting I was a bit attracted to Kalki too. She was younger than us, almost an innocence about her but a sexual allure too. I looked over at her and she was looking at me. I saw her tongue press through her lips and run between them. Just a second, then it was gone. That was very sexy; like she was saying, she was interested too. I wondered about that before the conversation moved on.

       “Yes, we had discussed this matter too,” Hamza replied. “We are interested in trying too.”

       So, they were thinking like us! This was news for me.

       My wife, broke the subject by saying, “Why don’t we try?”

       There was some discussion but it was clear all four of us were willing. I was mildly surprised at the women. They seemed as willing to go for this as we were, in fact, it was them driving us forward. Before long, it was decided they would stay the night in our house and we with partner swap of our wives or was it our wives would be swapping their husbands. I think maybe the latter way.

       That night was something I will never forget. I entered the spare bedroom with Kalki and closed the door behind us before turning to her.

       “I am a bit nervous of this,” she confessed.

       “We must take this slowly,” I encouraged her.

       “Yes,” she nodded.

       “We have been naked before each other. Let’s do that first?”

       She nodded, with a shy smile.

       We undressed each other, each taking a clothing from the other. It started slowly as we intended but soon the excitement was building and with the last few items we were with the rush to get each other naked.

        Kalki is a beautiful woman and I have enjoyed viewing her naked body at the times when we were nude. Now, this was different, I reached to touch her, my hand running down from her neck, over her breast until I found the nipple. I heard that sharp intake of breath, then came the soft moan as I rolled the hard nipple between my fingers. This confirmed the sexual state of this beautiful woman.

        Gently, I took her hand, leading her to the bed. She crawled on to the bed, for a moment exposing the delights between her thighs before she rolled over and lay back against the pillows. I joined her as I reclined on my side beside her. Her entire front was openly displayed to me and slowly I began to discover this lovely body. She didn’t respond, electing to remain passive but I could feel her body tremble under my fingers and hear her breathing deepen. This was a positive sign.

        My hand came to the final part. Yes, all you men know of this. The secret place of all woman, the love nest. Her thick hair came first as my fingers ran through to the swelling mound of her. I moved over and lower. Yes, I found her lips. They were wet, they were open, revealing the sexual excitement of their owner. It is so exciting to discover a woman sexually aroused like this.

       I ran my fingers along the swelling open lips as she gave a deep moan. Oh, that was sexy for my hearing. I only played a bit more, feeling her, feeling the soft wetness of her there.

       It then that I felt a hand on my cock. Of course, with what I had been up too, I was very hard for her to feel. Her fingers gripped around me and giving me a few experimental pumps.

       Now she was moving and my fingers were pushed from her by her moving thigh. She was pushing me back, then moving so she sat, a thigh, each side of mine as she faced my hard cock. She reached for me, taking me with both hands and slowly began to pump me. It was good and I lay back to enjoy but this only lasted a short time before she leaned forward to touch the top with her tongue. Oh, what a delightful sensation that was with the soft wetness of her tongue sliding over the sensitive flesh of my cock head. She did moist licks around and over it, proving that this sexy woman was no stranger to the sucking of cock. This was further confirmed when her mouth had opened and engaged me inside. It felt enjoyable. The soft warmth of her mouth. The sucking of her mouth as her hand continued to pump me. I lay back enjoying the feeling of this, hands resting gently on her head.

       My cock gave a lurch and she pulled back off me, smiling. For a moment I was disappointed until she spoke.

      “I think you are ready now."
      "Ready to meet your pussy.”
      "Yes, she wants too."

      I was still slightly surprised at her taking the lead like this. Not at all how I was expecting it would go with this normally shy, mild woman. I didn’t reply. Just watched as she moved forward. Still holding me, she steered me between her thighs, sinking down onto me. Yes, she was taking me like that. Going to fuck with me like that. I felt my cock press against her. Felt the lips open to accommodate me. As she pressed down I felt myself, pushed deeply into her.

       She looked up at me and smiled. Was that a shy smile of doing something she had never done for but was there also an air of confidence, success and succeeding at this too. This was a major event for both of us. The very first time I had been with a woman other than my wife, the very first time she had known another man too. It was going well until now and it was my expectation that would continue too.

       What followed was some good fucking. She knew how to do this thing and it was good for both of us. Soon I knew she was getting overcome and I helped by giving a few humps back up at her. Her orgasm burst over her and I felt the excitement of her body from deep inside her. The way the powerful waves of orgasm burst through her causing deep shudders and she gripped me tighter, still deep inside herself. She gave a deep moan of enjoyment. It was sexy to lay there, looking up at her body and face, reading the excitement and passion flowing through her. 

       Soon she recovered and continued, regaining where she had stopped. The movements of her hips began again, taking me in deep with each stroke. It was very good also for me and soon I knew my cumming was there too. She realised where I was and increased her speed. My cock jerked inside her and I knew cum juice was bursting into her.

       It was a good way to start sex-games with Kalki and the beginning of more fun to follow that night and until the early hours of the morning.

       So that was my first time with another woman. I was happy it was with her because that couple, Kalki and her husband, had become close to us. What this also did was open up the idea that we would try with others at the nude days too.

       My thoughts returned to the present, to the scene before me. I looked up at the naked women under the pouring water. I could see how the water ran down over the curves of their bodies. As I looked, my thoughts began to wonder again. The words said, ‘Woman of Letters,’ three beautiful women, women of each I had known sexually.

Lizamoa.  (Think of Sensational Shandra.)

       The light coloured woman relining, she was Joyce from Australia was what the men had told me. But she didn’t look like Joyce to me, she reminded me of Lizamoa from New Zealand. What a beautiful woman she is. The real Lizamoa was beautiful too. It has been recorded that we shared sexual connection together but no details were provided. I will never forget that afternoon. Let me inform you so you can learn this story.

       I was with her in the pool. It was the nude weekend so therefore I was naked. For some reason, Lizamoa had elected to retain her bikini bottom when she joined me in the pool. For a while, we talked by the poolside in the deeper water. She is nice for speaking with. A very intelligent woman even if at first rather shy.

       I was telling her of some interesting things about India until to my surprise I discovered that she was born in India, lived here until she had left with her husband to New Zealand. How could I have forgotten that? She smiled, patted me lightly on the shoulder, ‘Its ok, Payam. With so many new faces here, I know its confusing.’ That was so kind, the words of a true lady. She also told me about New Zealand and even invited my wife and me to attend a visit there.

        But my mind was distracted somewhere else. The water, as I have already informed you, was deeper in this section of the pool. For me, it was mid chest high and for Lizamoa just covering the peaks of her breasts. Lovely breasts, of a lighter colour with hard bullet tips of her nipples. Yes, I notice her and watched as the waves in the pool caused them to appear and disappear from the water every so often.

        She caught me looking and said, ‘Are you checking my tits.’

        I was caught so no use denying it.

        ‘Nice ones too,’ I informed her.

        ‘Naughty boy,’ she called me. ‘Don’t you know it’s rude to look?’

        ‘It is hard not to look.’

        ‘I might not like you looking.’

        ‘I do not believe that.’

        ‘Why not?’

        ‘If you didn’t want me looking, you would have remained with bikini top.’

        ‘Good point,’ she laughed. ‘You can look. I don’t mind.’

        With that, she stood higher in the water so her nipples remained above water for my viewing pleasure.

        ‘So why are you in bikini bottom? This is the nude weekend.’

        ‘You want to look there too, do you?’

        ‘Of course.’

        ‘Ok, then. You want to look, you take them off.’

        With that, she dived forward, escaping from me. With an invitation like that, what was I to do but go after her? I caught her on the other side. I think she allowed me to catch her. These New Zealand girls all seemed faster swimmers than us from India. I took her in my arms, pulling her against me with her breasts contacting my chest. Then my free hand reached for her bikini bottom. I soon had one side pulled down from her hip and part of her tight sexy arse but it was hard to hold her and reach the other side. Suddenly, to my surprise she helped me, pulling off her bikini herself. She handed me the clothing item and I threw onto the poolside.

        Now my hand reached down for her, found the forest of her pussy area and the split of her lips. Oh, how exciting to feel a woman like that. This woman appeared to be untrimmed, completely natural in her appearance there. A pussy waiting to be seen and touched. My fingers pressed the lips until they swelled and were parted. I pressed between them for the soft flesh within. She gave a mild moan. It was sexy to hear of this woman growing with excitement. First, I confined myself to just touching her inside her lips. Running the fingers up and down was exciting for her and I am admitting of enjoying too. Then I felt that pussy thrust against the palm of my hand. I knew of her asking for more so pulling my fingers back I located the hole going deeper and thrust my fingers within. She gasped which became a kind of moan and was breathing heavy as I continued working at her. Her body moved against me as my fingers fucked her. Very sexy for both of us.

        Now she had reached for me. My cock had grown in response to what we were doing and so was in a welcome state for her to touch and handle. I can also confess to some enjoyment of this too. So, while I continued with some pussy work she continued with some cock work too. Very pleasant indeed. Very enjoyable for both of us. But this was intensifying our desires and soon one of us would require more.

       ‘Come on,’ she whispered to my ear.
      'We go?' I asked wanting to know where.
     ‘Let’s go, Sunshine. I’m ready for some good fucking.’ So boldly like that, she informed me of her needs. I am still being surprised by the directness of these women from overseas. But what does that name 'Sunshine' mean?

       We left the water and dried off our bodies before walking around the pool and into the main house, turning to the stairs and climbing to the second floor. Soon was were within a bedroom she and her husband had been using.

         We entered the room where Joseph and Lizamoa were staying while they were in India and I closed the door turning to her. She was facing me, her nudity open to me. I am still amazed at seeing her body; the light colour of her flesh, a rich golden colour; the structure of her smaller body, perfection in every detail; just a bit different because she showed some small signs of childbirth, the badge of a true woman. To be honest, all the time she had been here I had been fascinated with her and couldn’t stop gazing upon her. Now, I was willing to admire this woman before me. She knew it and for a few moments allowed such a thing.

         Then she stepped towards me, ‘Time for more than viewing,’ she said.

         I reached for her as we were standing before the bed. I pulled her body for me to enjoy the contact of her stunning body to mine. She leant against me and I realised how tiny this woman was, her head hardly much above my shoulder. But I had more to think, than her height when I felt a hand move to my cock. She explored over it and her hand wrapped around it, holding it, gently pumping it. I think she knew I didn’t require much more foreplay as soon she was urging me to move to the bed.

         Laying on the bed, I soon discovered she was wet and ready too and I felt her pulling me over on top of her. Such a small woman, I wondered if she should be on top but no, this is how she wanted and I was ok for it. I pressed into her and she seemed to take me with ease and soon I had begun to move. The fucking continued as this with me conducting most of the work and her helping to meet me. It was good sex and I was feeling happy with how I was going. I was unsure how she was though for it was hard to read. 

         She felt so good as her tight little body gripped me. I could feel myself building towards my climax as I continued. Stronger and stronger it became until I could take no more. My cock burst, pouring my cum to her.

         It had been a good one for me and I lay still as I began to retract from her. Finally, I felt myself slip out and I rolled off her onto my back. I suddenly realised I had cum and she still hadn’t. I told her I was sorry but she lightly brushed it off saying she will make up when we do it again. 
        Do it again? I thought it was over, we were finished.

         I was feeling bad with what happened and just lay still as she moved against me. I could feel her breasts pressing against the side of my chest and her leg stretched over my thigh bringing her pussy mound against my hip. Her hand was moving over my chest as if she was drawing with her finger-tip. Stroking up to my neck and playing with one of my nipples.

         Meanwhile, she talked to me. She told me of many things about sex. I didn’t say much, just a ‘Yes’ or nodding my head to indicate I was listening. She told me of sex being an adventure, a journey with two people travelling together. I had read of that in the Letter stories. She told me how she enters a sexual connection with the intention of making enjoyment for her lover, having no concern for herself. If the man does the same in return, the sex can become the most powerful for both. While I knew some of that and other things, this special time between us was very enlightening for me. I made my mind to try and be a better sexual partner for the women I was with.

         She sat up and looked down at me. ‘You are not ready yet.’ (Now before you in the peanut gallery start, this woman would never use the word ‘floppy,’ she was too much of a lady for that.) ‘Let me help you with that,’ she said softly. 'Let’s get you nice and ready again.’

        She was kneeling beside me as she reached for me with both hands. First, she gently stroked around me lightly with her fingers. Finger-tips running through the hair above while the other hand stroked the inside of my thighs. That was enjoyable and already I felt my cock stirring. But it could only get better as the lower hand approached the sack of my balls while the upper hand wrapped fingers around my cock. With only a few pumps she stopped and looked at me.

        ‘You can get me ready too,’ Lizamoa said. She reached to take my hand, guiding it between her kneeling thighs. I found her pussy, open and wet. ‘Put two middle fingers inside,’ she informed me. 'Use the two other fingers outside over my pussy lips.' I did as she instructed and thrust in a couple of times. 'Yes like that.' Then she guided the thump of the same hand to the flesh covering her clitty. ‘Do like this,’ she explained. ‘It is exciting for the woman.’ So, I tried this new way. As I thrust my fingers into her, my movement rubbed my thumb over her clitty. This was a strong technique for me that I indent to use more often with women I am with.

        Now, my cock was beginning to enlarge again as her hands worked, one gripping and pumping my shaft and the other tickling my balls. My hand continued, reaching into her from below, as my two fingers thrusting up at her, my other fingers rubbed along her lips while my thumb worked her clitty area. Suddenly, the flesh opened and my thumb slipped in to make direct contact with the button of her clitty. I felt the soft wet flesh there and I felt the hard, little knob too. She felt it too as she gave a gasp, her whole body gave a powerful judder as she cum. That was amazing to watch the orgasm take over her body and face. I am certain it was a good one, even if it wasn’t that long.

       Her eyes opened and she smiled down at me. ‘I didn’t expect that,’ she laughed.

       I didn’t expect it either but now I felt better that she had one. She pushed my hand away, as my work there was done and turned to give her full attention to me. First, both hands work over my cock which by now had regained its full length and size. Now, her head was bending towards me, her tongue licked over me then she took me in her mouth. Oh, that was good. Not the hard sucking you would expect, this woman was soft and gentle in what she did. But in no way less exciting for me. She didn't take me inside just confined herself to licking but it was enough to get me the way she wanted me.

       ‘Ok,’ she suddenly said. ‘Enough of this. You are ready now. Let’s do it.’

       There was no chance for me to decide position as she rolled a leg over me, bringing her pussy down on to my cock. The hand holding me, guided me to herself. I felt the pressure against me and then she opened to allow me to enter. To my surprise, she sunk down deep leaving me wondering how her body could accommodate all of me like that. But she did and it felt good how her hot cunt gripped me tightly.

       The sex was good. Well, it started well as her hips moved with long slow strokes. My cock sliding in and out like this felt so good. Even at that early point, I knew it was going to be good for me. I just hoped for her too. But the controlled fucking continued. This girl was expert. She knew exactly what she was doing, how to make it delightful for me but what I didn’t realise at that point, how to make it arousing for her too.

        Suddenly, she gave a cry as she fell forward on to me. She had suddenly lost that mild gentle manner, becoming wild and aggressive with her fucking. It was very surprising for me but very exciting also. We were like this, with wild sex for each other. The excitement was building quickly for me now and I was almost there. I felt her body jerk and she cried out close to my ear. She was under orgasm again. She quickly got past it and continued. Still the hard, fast fucking, still the wild almost out of control motion, still with such aggressiveness coming from this small body on top of me. The cum of mine was rising now. Just moments away. I gave a jerk of my cock and she knew what was happening. She changed her position slightly digging her pussy hard against me. That was it for me. I was over and filling her when suddenly this sexy woman above me gave a moan as she cum yet again. Wow! So close after the one before. That was amazing, sensational you could say.

        I returned to gazing at the statue of three semi-naked women of the statue as I had the last lingering thoughts of Lizamoa. The sex with her had been good love-making games. But I was left mildly surprised how such a woman who in first appearances was so quiet and gentle, almost you would say shy, suddenly became so bold and confident in the bed. You could even say wild and aggressive with me.

       So was this Lizamoa or Joyce on the stature before me. I couldn’t be sure, she could be either of them or even Jenny but I will admit, after what Lizamoa did with me, this woman on the statue will always be Lizamoa to me.

Hansini.  (Think of Sexy Sue.)

        The next woman my eyes rested on was the woman kneeling. The men said Shanti but I thought this was most obviously Hansini if you look hard. I had become attracted to Hansini from the first time we had met her. She came as a typical Indian woman with appearance and manner but once you came to know her there was a different side. I found a strongly sexual side. Here was a woman who loved sex. She had the body for it, was skilled at it and knew how to please a man. I’ve heard from others she has of an ability to adapt her sexual styles to the man she is with. I have also heard her described as a female tiger who attacks her prey and devours them. It was this last sexual style that she employed to me.

         I went into the bedroom with her while my wife went with her husband. I had heard Sairu talking of wanting to try with Mootie. How his big cock would be in her but my mind was on Hansini. A bit older than me and with an amazing body built for sex. I had already seen her nude a few times and she was openly comfortable with her nudity. Unashamed to show her body in the fullest way. My mind wondered what she would be within the bed.

         On this first occasion, we had started with the clothing so there was the stripping to be performed. I was allowed to remove of her clothes first. ‘Take my clothes,’ she had ordered of me. I did this, of course. Who man wouldn’t take of the chance to undress such a woman. What surprised me was while I performed this task, taking each item from her body and folding it neatly aside, she was telling me of how she would fuck me. Not just saying, ‘I will fuck of you, Payam,’ but with great details. ‘I going to take your hard cock to my wet cunt,’ ‘You will feel your hard cock in my hot cunt,’ ‘I going to fuck you, ride you until you fill me….. fill me with your cum.’ So sexy to hear this woman. So boldly to say of sex like this. So sexy to hear her say this of me. My sexual attraction for her had grown to new heights hearing this. I am sure you naughty girls know what I mean by this!

         Now, naked she lay back on the bed, left me standing there with full clothing. I had expected she would return the stripping process for me. But she didn’t touch me! She turned from me, presenting her beautiful ass as he climbed to the bed. She lay against the pillows, her back flat and her thighs opened wide for she wanted to expose all her pussy for my viewing. ‘Get naked,’ she ordered of me. ‘Give me a hot sexy show.’ What was this? She wanted me to do the sexy show for her?

        Ok, I tried my best but was inexperienced of doing the sexy stripping show. As I have informed, I did my best. Taking my time and making the most of each garment that came off. Meanwhile, her hand had proceeded to her pussy. Her fingers stroking and working over her lips who quickly became enlarged and opened. I could see their wetness glistening in the soft bedside light. It was so sexy to see this sexiness in a woman. It was informing me of her growing desire for me.

         Now, I was naked with my full body revealed to her. She lay there, her eyes partly closed, perfectly still other than her breasts rising and falling with her breath while she gently stroked her wet cunt. It was sexy but also reminded me of a story I once had seen. It was another woman, Katrina I believe, laying waiting for Jeevan. Like a tiger, he had written. Like a tiger ready to attack, just patiently waiting for the right moment.

        I was with no doubt there was a tigress before me now. She was waiting for me. But knowing the danger, what man could run away. I moved to the bed and climbed on, crawling up towards her. My intention was to reach for her, run my hands over for exploring and enjoying of her beautiful body but this woman was having no part of that. She rose to meet me, catching me off guard as she rolled me to my back. Her body came down hard upon me, pressing me to the bed. Her face came down to mine and she kissed me. I was not expecting that! Not expecting the full, open lips, tongue kissing she gave me. Aggressive kissing, pressing her tongue far into my mouth as her naked body wiggled against mine.

        Meanwhile, her body was working too. With the ease of an expert that she was, she found my cock, drawing me against her as she lowered her body on to me. To my surprise I found myself slipping into the warm delights of her hot wet pussy. The first thrust of her was gentle as her body discovered the feel of me, then deeper and with more thrusting as she took me in.

       Now, her body lifted off mine as she sat upward, still sitting over my cock still taking me within herself deeply. It was in this position she had elected to fuck with me. There was no decision or choice on my part. This woman was doing and controlling everything. Knowing of what had been told of Hansini and Amita, I was wise to allow things to go as she would take them for I also knew, she would make them good for both of us.

       As she continued doing to me, her hips moving with practised ease to give the required movement of my cock against her pussy. I was going in deep, then pulling almost out before the next strong downward thrust would take me all the way in again. I looked to her and saw her breasts of a lighter brown than other parts of her body with their big hard nipples, dark, almost blackness against her flesh. They jiggled as she moved to perform her fucking motions to me. What delightful view this was of her and I could not resist reaching for her. Both hands reached for her lovely breasts, feeling the soft swelling flesh before reaching the roughness of her hard nipples. She felt that and liked it. A deep moan escaped from her has her eyes closed to enjoy.

         I could feel my cock was becoming ready for my climax. I was suddenly aware that I was very close. I was worried if she would make too. Suddenly, she gave a cry and her whole body gave a huge shudder. I knew she was under orgasm as her fucking rhythm broke. She fell forward against me as her pussy muscles contracted around my cock. It felt so good that I was almost there now.

        Quickly, she established movement again. This time with her upper body against mine it was a backward thrust driven by her lower body. She was gasping and breathing heavy close to my ear as she continued. This new motion was even better for my cock and I knew I was moments from my cum. That hot pussy gripping me, she was wonderful. Which man could take more of it than that? My cock jerked and I felt the intense feelings of orgasm as the first cum burst from me. She knew of this too as she changed position so she was lower against me. Just as few more thrusts of her body and she gasped again, her body falling to slump against mine. All motion had stopped between us as we both lay there, both in the after glowing of orgasm.

         When she broke away from me and rolled from me, we rested a while and talked. It was good to be with her and the sex of this woman had been great.

        ‘This was good,’ I said to her.

        ‘Glad you approve, Payam.’

        ‘Oh, I do approve.’

        ‘Do you want some more.’

        ‘We can do,’

        Her hand was now reaching my cock who was becoming hard again.

        ‘No Sunshine. You can do. Show me how good you are.’

        There was that name ‘Sunshine.’ A little bit annoying as I believe there was some joke with it. Usually, it is used by the Western women. Now, this Indian woman was using it for me. And this woman told me to do. Was this a challenge for me? So, I made my mind to do the best fucking for her. I also made my mind to make the fucking hard and aggressive for her. I could become mild if she didn’t respond.

        There was no more foreplay. None required I thought. I rolled towards her so my body moved over her body. I felt her thighs part to allow me to enter between. I found her wet and willing for me so I attempted my entry of her. She was ready and as my weight came down against her as I slipped inside. Yes, as informed above, I intended this to be hard sex. Once my cock head had gently entered I pressed forward with all my body, driving myself deep inside her. She gasped at the surprise so I pulled back to do again. This time she was ready, easily able to engulf all of my cock within her. I became excited by this woman and elected fucking with strong power, going in deeply with each stroke before withdrawing to sharply plunge in again.

         Within moments she was responding to me. Her body rising to meet the plunging of mine so our pelvis crashed against with each stroke. I was aware of her under me and concerned about my body weight on her but she was strong and able to take me but even enjoy me.

        This strongly fucking continued. As I plunged down on her with the full force of my body, she was moving underneath me, bucking around, thrusting up at me, obviously enjoying me. It was sexy to experience such a woman like this. She was so driven by her sexual desires. So sexually to experience such a woman as this. My excitement was building for her. She was for me also.

        What a delight to experience this beautiful woman, know the way she uses her beautiful body for my enjoyment. Her body worked with mine, the sexual tension within us building. I came to know there was only one place this could end. I knew our enjoyment of each other was about to be fulfilled. My climax was approaching. The sound of her breathing told me she was too. Still hard and fast I drove down into her. Still, she received me, meeting myself with her own body. I was almost there now when she gasped. Her back rising, pressing her body against me. I knew she had cum. It had stopped me for a moment but that was ok because I was over too.

        We fell apart, our bodies coated with the sweat of our exertions. As I lay catching my breath I looked across at her. She smiled back at me. ‘Wow!’ she said ‘That was good!’

        I think that says it all of that sexual connection so let me say it again for you now. 
        Wow! That was good!

Shanti.  (Think of Awesome Anne.)

        My mind returned to the three women on the statue before me. This was the final woman, of the one standing, pouring of the water over herself and her two friends. It was clear that this woman represented Shanti.

        Ah! Shanti. Indian of look and Western of nature. What a contrast within one body. A strong personality, a woman of authority, glowing with confidence. The only person I have seen stand against to oppose Sarvesh and he backs away from.

       The statue had caught her fine body perfectly. Her fuller breasts, sweeping down to a slimmer waist until your eyes came to the cloth wrapped around her hips for modesty with the statue. Of course, I knew that cloth would cover the full pussy on the real woman. Shanti had a body to admire. She had three children that had left some extra weight but she wore it well. A fine body, built for sex. She was not ashamed to show it too as I had seen on a few occasions since she had been in India.

        I remember being mildly worried that day at the wedding planning meeting when Shanti had opposed Sarvesh on a wedding detail. They had faced to face. He had stared at her and she met his gaze with equal strength. I wondered at the strength of this woman. How would she be like if she was within my bed? Everyone was silent, watching this stand-off before us. Then he smiled, ‘Ah, Shanti. There is merit in what you say. We will talk more of it later.’ The moment had past and the meeting continued. I noticed that later her idea was quietly adopted into the planning. He was wise not to fight her and she was wise not to boast of her victory and hurt his pride.

       A week or so later, I was at the nude weekend, helping after lunch. Yes, it is not usual for us men to do work in the kitchen but on the nude weekends, us men had elected to help the women with their work. So, when we came to this nude weekend with everyone from overseas it was normal for us to also do. I notice the other overseas men had no problems with that too. I was helping Shanti. Taking the eating items from the dining table to the kitchen. I came back to the dining table and Shanti was leaning over the table gathering plates. She wore only a sarong to the waist leaving her breasts bare and as she leaned forward they moved with her body.

        She looked around and saw me watching and smiled. She knew what I was looking at. Handing me the plates she had her hands went to cup each breast, holding them but not covering the nipples.

       ‘You like these to you?’ she asked.

       I didn’t answer. Just placed the plates back on the table and reached for one. Her hands moved to pull my head forward, down against one of her breasts. With a nipple presented to me like that, of course, I took it to my mouth. I gave her a couple of sucks and to my surprise tasted something different. I pulled back to observe her and noticed a drop of white on her nipple tip.

       ‘Its milk,’ she laughed. ‘Have a drink.’

       With that, she pulled my head back to her nipple. I remembered seeing her beside the pool feed Petra so remembered she was still with milk. I had never tried human milk before that I could remember so was willing to try now. It was different from normal milk but much nicer I noticed as a few more drops flowed into my mouth.

       ‘What is going on here?’ a voice said behind me.

        I broke away from her to discover her husband Mike behind me.

        ‘You can’t keep away from the boys, can you Shanti?’

        He was blaming Shanti!

        ‘Of course. I came here to play with naughty boys.’

        At this point, he looked down and saw my hard cock which made me embarrassed to try and hide with my hands. But Mike just laughed and said. ‘You better go and take care of this poor fellow. Looks like he needs it.’

        She laughed too. Then turned to me.

        ‘Come on, Sunshine. Let’s go take care of that cock.’

        That name again. Why do they keep calling us that? But I didn’t have long to consider it before she reached for me, taking me by my cock and pulling me to follow! I can't believe she did that! I heard Mike and Amita behind me.

        ‘Now that is how to take care of a guy,’ she giggled. “Way to go, Shanti.’

        ‘Watch out Amita or I’ll take care of you,’ Mike replied.

        I didn’t hear any more as we had left the room heading towards the main stairs.

       

        She led me upstairs and down the long passageway of the east wing. I had seen this wing but only been in one of the first rooms where we had stayed for nude weekends. I have heard that the end rooms were better but never seen there. Now this woman took me to the far end, the very last room in fact. As she opened the door I remembered that this was the room that my wife had taken Jeremy to on the night of Katrina’s wedding.

       It is a larger room, large double bed and adjoining shower room. From the window was a view down over the town and across the river to the far-off hills of the Game Reserve. But I wasn’t concerned with this, my attention is for the woman who had brought me here. She had carefully closed the curtains taking care not to show her nudity outside. Now, her attention turned to me.

       She stood before me, and unwrapped the sarong, standing there unashamed in her nudity. She was a beauty to behold. Breasts slightly larger, swelled with the milk they carried, down over the curve of her stomach to a luxurious forest between her firm thighs. This is the body of a woman of middle age, I body that had produced three children but still retained her beauty. This was also a body ready and waiting for me to take.

        I stepped towards her, taking her in my arms. I am tall for my size, maybe above average but this woman came up to me. I could feel her body against me as my arms wrapped around her. Feel her breasts tightly against my chest. It was a tight hug, not lasting long before she pulled slightly away from me.

        I felt her hand on my cock.

        ‘Oh, nice and hard,’ she said. ‘Just how I like it.’

        My hand found her pussy. Deep through the hair, I found the opening of her lips.

        ‘Are you ready too?’

        ‘What do you think, Sunshine?’

        I detected a hint of sarcasm in her reply but chose not to notice.

        ‘I think, yes!’

        ‘Smart boy!’ she replied giving my ass a whack.

        Again, there was that cheeky boldness from her, almost as if she was daring me to react. But I am too smart and have had experience of these Western women, I made my mind not to give her the advantage of me.

        ‘I will be smarter to you on the bed.’

        ‘I hope so.’

        What did that mean? Was she challenging me to do better to her? I think maybe she was. I’ve come to know these people use English in different ways to us. They often one thing said, meant another.

         But I realised it was time to move forward. I had been expecting this strong-willed woman to take the lead and I had made my mind to allow of her. Now I came to discover she was expecting me to lead. While being a surprise I made my mind to do so.

        I took her to the bed, gently pulling one hand. She stepped past me and climbed on to the bed. Again, a woman’s beautiful ass was presented to me. This time I reached over and touched her. Running down the split, over the crinkled hole before dropping lower to the exposed pussy lips. She felt me and stopped for a moment to allow me to enjoy.

        ‘Lay on your back,’ I told. ‘We can explore each other and then I will go on top.’

        ‘Yes,’ she replied.

        I noticed a slight smile crossed her face. Only for a moment, but it was there. What did that mean? Was there a secret she was hiding? What did she find amusing? But I had elected this course of action so was bound to follow it through.

        We lay together, her on her back and me on my side. My hand began to explore all of her wonderful body. Meanwhile, her hand had found and was stroking my cock. I leaned forward to the side of her face and nibbled at her ear. She liked that. Her eyes closed as she gave a moan. Of course, by this time, I had come to her pussy again. Now her thighs opened to invite me in, giving my fingers full access to her pussy secrets. I played outside with stroking as her lips swelled and opened. This allowed me in and I pressed in with my fingers while my thumb went for of clitty. This trick had been shown by my friend’s wife and I’ve discovered most women respond well to it. This woman before me did. She moaned, eyes closing as she bit her lip. Lower down I felt her pussy mound begin to hump against my hand.

        This was very promising and I was becoming very pleased with myself.

        Suddenly she was pulling at me. Pulling me to roll on top of her. ‘I want you,’ she breathed in my ear. Such sudden urgency. Exciting to see.

       As I rolled, her thighs opened wider to allow my body to drop between them. I felt her hand between us, taking my cock and guiding me in. I pressed to her pussy who offered no resistance. Opening for me, taking me straight in. I was soon in deep too.

       Shanti is a strong woman who had a fit body and from the very start, she was working with me to make the best fucking. As I thrust my cock into her, her body was rising to meet each stroke. It took a minute to get into time and then we were going for it. Going for the money you could be saying. I was excited about this woman and fore filling a desire to be with her. Now it was happening.

        The first session could not last for long with us doing like this. I continued as best I could, with a rapid pace and hard thrusting. Her strong body seemed to take me with ease and her vocal told me of her enjoyment of it.

        I was getting there now; my head was down close to her head as I used the full force of my body. I was close now. Close for both of us. I knew within moments I would be over. Then came that deep throaty moan from her. My study of her from the Letters Stories told me this was her way of cumming. So deep, so sexy to hear. It affected my mind and body. Even my cock who began shooting cum deep inside her.

        We were relaxed from the afterglow when she suggested the massage. I have heard of her skills at this from my friend Sarvesh so I was ok to say, yes. I also suggested she could teach me. What followed was an interesting time when she used some oil over my body. Only most of the front. Then she swapped with me and I did massage of her front body too, not holding back from the sexual part, of course. While I worked over her she gave instructions in a gentle way. I am admitting I learnt a lot from her that day.

        I thought I was an expert with the lady pussy but even there she showed some things I could use on a woman to develop her sexual energy. Finally, she told me to change back again. This time only my cock and area around was focused too. I was semi-hard from doing to her but what she did to me that time was awesome. The hands of magic as she worked me

       As saying above, all the word I can use for her was awesome. She had been in a sitting position with a leg each side of my thighs. Now she moved forward to take me like that. I am mildly surprised how all these very experienced women want to take a man like that. My wife and I had done but only when she was very high of passion. I know they can control the sexual process and increase the pleasure for both.

        She came down on me and I could read what was happening from her face. The way she grasped my cock and guided it to her puss; the look of contraction as she pressed down against my head until I broke between her lips; the open of her mouth of the feeling of taking me inside; the look of triumph of a job well done, her body sinking down on to me.

        She sat upright for a while, her body slightly leaning forward, breasts swinging as she moved. This is how she began the final session with her that day. I was feeling good and almost getting there but couldn’t. She would move somehow reducing the pleasure. Then she would build me again, getting me almost over and dropping back again. It was intense sex but becoming a bit impatient of her, frustrated she would not allow me to cum. I humped up at her hard.

        ‘Slow down, tiger,’ she laughed.

        She really started the fucking process now. It was fast and hard as her body crashed down on to mine. I was nearly there and she was breathing hard too. The cum of me was rising and I knew there was no stopping this time. She knew of this too for she had made a slight body movement to make full contact for her clitty. She gasped and lost control. There was that deep throaty moan again. So sexy to hear that. Her pussy tightened around me as the cum burst from me.

         She fell forward against me, her head coming to mine as she kissed me, smack on the lips. That was it. We were over and soon would be leaving to join our friends again. But for this moment we lay together until I had softened enough to slip out.

         (And no word floppy, OK! It had been hard when we required of it.)

Conclusion.

        Yes, Sarvesh, you have done an excellent job of selection of these fine ladies. Not exactly of the real women but I can see in this you have captured all of the lovely, sexy and exciting women of Letters. A fine job, my friend. A lasting monument to Letters.

        Suddenly, I was awoken from my daydream by Sairu, my wife, behind me. ‘Payam. There you are. I’ve been looking for you.’

        Before I could reply, she was beside me.

        ‘What are you doing?’

        ‘I was …….’

        ‘You are hard,’ she giggled, catching the full view of my cock.

        ‘I was just looking at the statue.’

        ‘Perving the statues, it looks like.’

        ‘Not the statue. The girls, the real girls I mean.’

        ‘Yes, they are sexy girls.’

        ‘So, you know who they are?’

        ‘Of course. Isn’t it obvious? Shanti standing. Hansini kneeling and the one laying is Jenny.’

        ‘Sarvesh says it different.’

        ‘How?’

        ‘Hansini is standing pouring the water, Shanti is kneeling and Joyce is laying down.’

        ‘Oh,’ she replied. ‘It looks the other way to me.’

        ‘Maybe it is,’ I told her. 'But I think it is Shanti standing, Hansini kneeling and Lizamoa reclining.'
        'Lizamoa?'
        I didn't reply to that as it seems we all have our opinion of this statue. As we turned and I put my arm around her. ‘But it is a beautiful statue.’

        ‘Yes,’ she laughed, her hand reaching for my cock. ‘And got you hard too. Let’s go somewhere private so we can do something about that.’

        ‘Horny, are you?’

        ‘What do you think,’ she replied.

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