Story 214 Finding My Bed Partner.

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Amita here.

       Maybe the title should be – “My Bed Partner Found Me!” As that was more how it happened.

       In the afternoon, before the nude party and sexy games night, I was sitting with Kalki and Sairu. We were in the shade watching of them swimming in the pool. Brian, from New Zealand, was with them. I was watching him swimming and paying attention to how fit he was. For a man of his age, he was in good shape, he looked much younger than he was. I watched the way the muscles of his shoulders worked, his arms pulling through the water.

       As I watched, I couldn’t help my mind becoming distracted for him. I was thinking of him, doing the love-games with me. I watched his naked body as he got from the pool. The broad shoulders tapered down to a waist straight with his hips. I checked out what was in front too. He was soft then, it hanging over his balls. Still looked good and I knew even better when he would be hardened. I couldn’t help bringing him into our conversation since both girls were also watching him. Yes, you smart boys, we like checking to the opposite sex as well.

      “How have you two found, Brian?” I asked.

      Sairu looked over at me and smiled. I think she was guessing what was on my mind.

      “He is fun,” she said. “I like him.”

      “I like him too,” Kalki added. “I would like to try with him.”
      That was bold of her to bring sex up like that but I was sure they were thinking what I'd been thinking too.

      I remember being with him on my last trip to New Zealand. (Stories 181 through 186.) It was not that long ago when Jeevan, Hansini and I had gone to visit Mega and Brian. While Jeevan was busy with her, we got together for a hot three-some with Brain. Now I was thinking I would like to try again. Just him and I, us alone this time.

      “How was he with the love-games,” Kalki asked me, bringing me out of my thoughts.

      I was a bit surprised at the boldness of her questions at first. But then I replied, “He is good. I wouldn’t mind trying him again,” I said.

      “Have you been with Brian already?” Sairu asked.

      “Yes,” Kalki said. Jumping in before I could answer. “Amita visited him in New Zealand. With Jeevan and Hansini. Remember the story.”

      “But you didn’t tell us about Brian,” Sairu said.

      “No, she was too busy telling of the waterfall and the prickle bush.”

      “That prickle bush was Hansini and Tom, not me,” I told her.

      She laughed, “But it was funny.”

      “Are you going to do it again, Amita?”

      “I’m thinking about it, Sairu. If I get the chance. But time is running out. They will be gone in a few days.”

      “What about tonight? After the party.”

      “Maybe, but he might be too tired,” I laughed. “We have a lot of fun planned tonight.”

      Both girls giggled at that too. 
      “Maybe we all might be too tired,” Sairu added.

      That was how it was left as it was time we went into the kitchen to start preparing dinner.

       I was working in the kitchen, giving people things to do and doing myself. I was at one of the stoves when Tom walks in. I looked over and smiled to him. He saw and came straight to me. I was working with the stove so was wearing an apron to prevent hot oil spitting to my skin. Being naked underneath, my entire back was open and displayed.

       Tom comes to me and his hand goes to my back.

       “Is there anything I can do, Amita?” he asked.

       “I’m not sure, Tom,” I replied, looking around.

       His hand had slipped down my back and now was gripping to the cheek of my arse.

       “I can think of something, Amita.”

       This is not the first time this man had lined up a girl in this kitchen. Earlier that day I had watched Tom lining up Sairu the same way. Playing with her arse, whispering to her and getting her horny. Well, if Tom wanted to play with my arse rather than kitchen work – I was ok with that one too. I leaned forward slightly, pushing my arse back at him, making it more tempting.

       He ran his hand all over until finally, he came to the gap between my cheeks. I felt a drop of oil hit my back, just above my bum. I felt it slowly run down towards the crack of my bum. Ohhh, that was a bit sexy. I felt some fingers contact my back, taking the oil and pressing it lower. Those fingers entered the crack from the top. Smooth slippery fingers, moving lower and deeper between arse my cheeks.

      I liked that. I can remember giving a soft sigh as his fingers moved over my little hole there. His fingers circled around my bum hole as I pressed back further towards him. I thought he might try and enter me there but no, he just played with the outside.

      His fingers moved lower. Lower to where the oil had already reached and mixed with my own cum juice. Yes, I fully admit it. I was getting horny for him with my pussy juicing up. Enjoying where his fingers were and what he was doing.

      I parted my legs slightly more and he took full advantage of it. Reached lower, his fingers going right in between my thighs, giving my pussy the treatment, going right down under, all the way to where my clitty lives. His fingers pressed between my wet lips. They parted easily and he pressed further, his fingers going deep inside me. It felt so good that I couldn’t help giving a gentle moan as his fingers worked my pussy. I was so juicy now, an attractive excitement for him and better for me too.

       My moan had attracted attentions of others in the room and there came a chorus of remarks:- “What are you two doing?” “Naughty Amita again. I should have known.” “She is enjoying it too.” "Horny girl, always playing with the boys!"

       Why do I get the blame? It was Tom who was doing to me. But I didn’t care. My mind was fully on what was happening between my legs. Those fingers pressing inside me, thrusting and pumping at my wet pussy. By now it was clear he would get me off and I think he knew it too. His fingers came up under my apron to find my nipple, pulling on it and playing with it. This just made it even better as now the hand between my legs was going even faster as it drove my body towards orgasm. The feelings were building within my body. My eyes were shut as my approaching orgasm flooded my mind. I was close now, almost there, in fact.

      Suddenly, I heard a roar in front of me and felt heat on my face. I jumped back in surprise as a large flame erupted from the dish I had been preparing. I fell against Tom behind me, almost falling until he reached to support me.

       Steve jumped in and cut the gas so the flame subsided and died. “There goes dinner,” he laughed.

      In what Tom had been doing I had completely forgotten about the cooking. I can’t believe I did that. It could have been dangerous.

       “That was exciting,” Shanti laughed. "Talk about hot orgasms!"

       Hansini said. “You two should be more careful.”

       “We almost had toasted nipples for dinner,” Peter added.

       That was a bit funny but of course, others in the room saw it differently. Some, like my husband scolding me while others like the New Zealand men were laughing, making jokes, calling me the naughty girl. We managed to salvage the chicken although it did have a slightly burnt taste.

       You have been fully informed of the party events by Tom and Betty. (Story 211 Naughty Games.) I was involved and running things mostly, but I did get to play some games too. As the evening progressed things became sexier and I could see they would be getting very hot before the evening was over.

      I also noticed there was a connection between Mootie and Betty developing. In each game when they came together it became steamier between them than was required for the game. As she prepared him for Pussy Row it was obvious she overdid it and the poor fellow hardly made girl three. The thought did cross my mind that if Betty was off with Mootie for the rest of the night, then Tom might be free.

       We finally ended up with the mid-night nude swim. Yes, a game started with the ball and I was involved too. I took a catch from Sharon who was getting into trouble with those naughty boys, Hamza and Payam. It was obvious their interest was more her big tits than getting the ball. I also noticed that not long after that the three of them disappeared somewhere. I’m sure they would be enjoying some bald white pussy and big tits but I knew Sharon could handle them. She could take both their hard cocks and still be ready for more. Yes, those guys would have their hands full with her that night.

        But getting back to my story again. I took the catch from Sharon since no one was near me. For a moment I held the ball, looking around to see who would take it from me. Two men had begun moving in my direction to force it off me but at that point, I thought I was in the clear.

        Suddenly, I felt a body contacted my back, two arms coming around to hold me. He made no attempt to take the ball, instead, being more interested with my body parts. One hand had moved to my breasts, finding the nipple to play. The other hand had gone lower to where my pussy used to be before the shaving contest. Now the finger moved over the bald flesh and on down to between my thighs.

        “Hey! Who is that?” I asked.

        “Who do you think?” came the voice from behind me.

        “Naughty Farmer Tom!”

        He laughed. “Got that right.”

        By now the other two men had arrived and taken the ball. But still, Tom held on to me. By now the nipple was being rolled between finger and thumb while lower down two fingers were entered inside me with stroking pumps.

        “I’ve lost the ball. You can let me go now,” I said.

        “Maybe I don’t want to,” came his reply.

        “It’s against the rules.”

        “To hell with the rules.”

        It was at that point I did something very silly.

        “Hey! Cheat!” I called. “This guy won’t let me go.”

        That was a stupid thing to do and I regretted it almost immediately. They all turned towards us. Soon some girls had arrived. Shanti and Jenny were there. Hansini was too. I think Katrina was helping too. In the confusion, Tom was pulled away from me and before he could know it, they had lifted him to sitting on the poolside.

        Sairu and Kalki who had helped with holding his legs were now left directly in front of him as he fell back with his legs parted. No one could help but not notice how hard his little cock was. Kalki certainly did as she called out, “He has a hard one.”

       Sairu reaches out and takes him in her hands. A few quick pumps and she brings her mouth down to him. Soon she and her friend are sucking him, giving him a great blow-job which was obvious he was enjoying. They were taking turns. While one would suck the other would run her hands over him, up further on to his chest and down lower to his balls and thighs. Well, you all know not many men could take this for long. Certainly, not Tom. The gun goes off with the first burst hitting Sairu on the face.

       Ha! Ha! Sairu! That will teach you for taking Tom off me.

       But for a moment I did have the regret that this burst of cum should have been for me. But I also must admit it was a bit funny too. Everyone watching certainly enjoyed it.

       That was the end of the game in the pool because almost everyone had stopped to watch them. We got out and were having a few drinks. I noticed many had left the group, pairing off to slip away for their own fun. I noticed a small group standing talking and walked up behind them. Katrina was there, and Jeevan too.

      “I’m going to miss you, Katrina,” Jeevan was saying.

      “Yes,” agreed Sarvesh. “No more bossing me for not doing my paperwork.”

      “I think you’ll need to come back often to visit.”

      “Why do I need to visit? For the job or other activities, Jeevan?”

      “I think you know what I mean.”

       “Maybe, but I think you could show me.”

       He laughed. “Ok, then.”

       That was it. They left us. His hand slipping down on to her naked arse as they headed around the pool towards the house.

       We all heard that giggle.

       I turned and Tom was directly in front of me with his back to me. As I stepped against him, my whole naked body contacting his back as my arms went around him. As he had done to me in the pool, one hand I sent to his chest, touching and rubbing the little pimple of his man nipple. The other hand going for his cock. At my touch, he pressed his body back against me.

      “I think we should finish what we started in the pool,” I told him.

      He didn’t reply. He slipped from my grasp, turning his body to face me. His arms went around me, pulling my body against his. I leaned forward and lightly kissed him on his lips.

      “Hey! What are you guys doing?”

      It was Sairu. Kalki was standing beside her.

      “Tom, you promised us that three-some tonight.”

      “Yes Tom, for what we did for you in the pool,” Kalki added.

      “Ohhh!” said a very embarrassed Tom. “I forgot.”

      “We know you did. Too busy playing with Amita.”

      I could see where this was going, it looked like he had promised them so I made my mind to stand aside and let these young women have their fun. There were still other men for me. The girls were embarrassed when they realised they were taking him off me but I encouraged them that it was ok. I watched as they turned and left with him.

       “You are a bad man!” I heard Sairu saying. “Going to another woman.”

       “Yes, very bad,” Kalki added as she slapped his arse.

       It was clear these two women were telling him off and I guessed they were going to give him a hard time for that. As they disappeared inside I saw him get another slap, from Sairu that time. Poor Tom he was in trouble with those two. Ha! Ha!

      Suddenly some strong arms wrapped around me as a voice said, “Did they take your bed-partner, Amita?”

      “Yes,” I replied.

      His hand moved to my breast, taking a nipple between his fingers.

      “Poor Amita. We don’t want her to be alone tonight, do we?”

      “I’m sure I’ll……”

      “Find another sexy guy.” He finished my sentence.

      “Yes.”

      “Well, I think you have found him already.”

      “Have I?”    

      “I think so.”
      "How do I know that?"

      “Come on,” he told me. “Let’s go and find out!”
      I felt Brian slip his arm around my waist as we walked away together.

      Brian and Mega had been staying with Mootie and Hansini so for the nude weekend we put them into one of the made-up rooms downstairs. It was comfortable but I thought we could do better. I took him upstairs and down the corridor to the master bedroom. The door was unlocked so I went in to find no one was there. I had half expected Sarvesh & Jeevan would have brought Katrina back here but the room was empty. ‘It’s ours now,’ I thought triumphally as I snapped the lock on the door.

        I turned from the door and he was behind me. Before I realised it I had stepped straight into his arms. His strong hands grabbed me by my waist pulling him towards me. I felt my body come against him and our lips met in a passionate kiss. I felt his mouth open and tongue press against my lips. I opened my lips to receive him, my tongue probing for him, rubbing against and dancing with his.

        It was a deep kiss with our bodies against each other, I could feel my breasts tightly against his chest. Lower down, our stomachs were touching with his thigh pressed in between mine bringing him in hard contact with my pussy. This also brought my thigh between his so I could feel the hardness of his shaft between us.
        I felt the smooth wet as his tongue probed into my mouth. I pressed my tongue forward to meet his. They wrapped together, sliding over and around each other. I love tongue kissing like this. I love the feelings of it, the closeness with the man, the special contact it created.

        Finally, he broke away, still holding me, smiling at me. “I’m going to enjoy you tonight,” he said.

       “I hope so too,” I replied. “I hope we both do.”

       “Who said anything about you, Amita?”

       “What?”

       “You are here to serve me. Give me the fun.”

       “No, I’m not. Both of…..”

       He caught my breath as he grabbed me, pulling me to him, trying to kiss me again. I tried to avoid him by moving my head to the side.

       “You’re my horny little sexy slave,” he told me. "Behave yourself!"

       “Sex slave! No way!” I said resisting him. "I'm not your sex......"
       I think at that point war had been declared. I struggled with him as he tried to hold me. I slipped from his grip and turned to climb on to the bed. As I did, I presented my full behind and everything between my thighs to him. That was a mistake, a tactical error.

       He brought his hand down hard against my arse cheek with a loud slap.

       “Hey!” I squealed.

       “You’re a naughty little minx tonight.”

       “Don’t call me that,” I replied partly turning and slapping him back.

       He tried to avoid but my hand contacted his arm. That was it. Hitting him like that, now things were serious. He came in at me, both his hands had grabbed my hips, pulling me back towards him as he tried to mount me from behind. But I struggled to be free from that. I wasn’t having that way first. That is no fun for me. He can have that way after I’ve had my fun. I told him so and he released me, allowing me to finish getting onto the bed and roll over, my head now against the pillows. I lay there waiting for him.

       It seems he decided to change his strategy. Brian is like my husband Sarvesh, knows which battles to fight, knows when a win would not be worth the cost. He became gentler and more willing to share with me. He climbed on to the bed and lay beside me. I knew what was coming now as I closed my eyes and waiting for him to begin.

       I could feel how he touched me. I could feel how his finger moved lightly over my body almost as if they were hovering rather than touching. He began with my neck, long strokes from my ear down to my shoulder and back up to my ear. This was very calming for me. Brian must have done his homework on me because he knew just how I liked it. He varied his technique, sometimes lightly gliding over the surface of my flesh, sometimes applying more pressure, like a massage.

       It wasn’t long before he had moved to my breast. Like most women, I love attention there and this man knew just how to do it. He moved over the soft smooth flesh there, exploring and discovering the curves of my body. Soon a finger touched me. Found my hardened nipple and took it between his fingers. That felt so very good. I caught my breath with the enjoyment of it. The way he pulled at it, rolled the hard knob between his thumb and finger. The way his fingertips did a circle over my darker rings before returning to the nipple itself.

        If that wasn’t good enough, this man had more for me. Brian’s head came close to mine. I felt the contact of his tongue, just below my ear. Just a light lick, nothing more than the tip of his tongue but I felt it, enjoyed too. He moved slightly higher, against the under edge of my ear. His tongue moved around the lower edge of my ear before venturing in to find the piercing hole for my earrings. That was surprising him touching me like that. It actually felt good, actually even sexy.

       His lips made light contact with my ear, just a touch at first and then they opened so the lower edge slipped into his mouth. Yes, he was sucking at my earlobe. Oh, that was so sexual, forcing me to close my eyes to enjoy the full potential of it. I enjoyed because he was in no hurry to move on.

       Finally, he moved lower. My neck came next to his attention. I could feel him against the side of my neck. First, he was with his tongue, moving over the flesh here. Then came his lips, closing against my flesh, pulling on it with a biting motion but very gently. Oh, this was so good for me as a soft moan escaped my lips.

       But even better was to come as he moved lower. Yes, I’m sure you know where his next destination was. Down from my neck, lower over my upper chest, making little nibbles as he did. Still lower he moved as he came to the soft swell of my breast. My breasts are not as large of those of some of my friends but they are still very sensitive. Any attention there is always welcome. With the building sexual desires of this session with Brian, his attention there was very welcome.

        Still making those tiny nibbles of my flesh he became closer and closer to the peak of my breast. I wanted him to reach there, to feel his lips as he took my nipple to his mouth but still, he delayed. Holding back, taking his time to extract as much building enjoyment from me as he could. It caused me to experience a variety of sensations. At one time I am enjoying, feeling the building desires of my body, at another time I am impatient, frustrated at his speed of a snail, wishing he would move faster. But I knew of his game. He was holding me back to my sexual energy would grow, making to more intense for both of us.

         Finally! Yes, I said finally, he found my nipple. First, his tongue explored around and over it. I could feel the softness of his tongue flow over the rough pimples of my areola. Then he moved to the nipple itself. Tongue licking around and over her. Tongue, warm and wet, licking at the hard nub of my nipple. That was good too. This man was really exciting my body by what he was doing.

         His lips opened, my nipple slipped in between me as he took her into his mouth. I felt the warmth as his lips closed over me. I felt the gentle sucking as he worked at my nipple, a nob of hardened flesh. Meanwhile, his fingers had found my other breast, my other nipple as he worked over that one too. Such feelings were building in my body, one nipple being fondled by his fingers while the other was being sucked by his mouth.  

         He was moving again. I thought he would move to my other breast and giving that of the nipple sucking but no, he moved lower across my body. Again, he used that same technique of tracing over my flesh with his tongue, making little nibbles with his lips. I was fully aware of where he was going but isn’t it said sex is a journey, not just an ending. This man was taking a journey too. A journey across the landscape of my body. Having left the twin mountains behind, maybe more hills in my case, there in front of him was a forest. But before that, he made one over stop along the way, at the oasis of my navel.

         Many have said I have a sexy belly-button. I think so too. I am always surprised at how sensitive I am there too. In this case, with what he had been doing, I was very sensitive, my desires heightened for him. He pressed his tongue into the little hole, his fingers pulled at the skin each side so it would open wider for him. His tongue pressing in and licking around me there. My whole body trembled at the erotic enjoyment of this.

        It was now that he continued his journey. There was a forest ahead of him to explore. Who knows what secrets may lay waiting to be discovered. His mouth moved across the flat of my belly until he came to the forest edge. The same tongue tracing and gentle nibbling had been used causing such amazing feelings for my body to enjoy.

        Now, he entered the forest taking a direct route to the mound between my thighs. By now my thighs had drifted open for him. Making way for him to enjoy.

        At this point, there was a slight pause as he changed position. He was now between my legs, his hand pressing my thighs further open exposing myself further to him. For this part, he chose a three-step method. First, he viewed me there. I knew what he was looking at. From that angle, the pussy was totally revealed to him with all my pussy secrets on show. Not that I minded. I wanted him to look but even more, I wanted him to touch. I gave an impatient hump of my pussy, telling him to get on with it.

         His fingers reached for me. Fingertips brushing along my swollen lips. They were split and open, moistened with cum juice so his fingertips slipped easily across the sensitive flesh. It felt so good, my entire body gave a shudder.

        “Oh, you like that do you?” he laughed. “Wait until you feel what my cock is like there.”

        The thought of that. The thought of his cock there, pressing into me, fucking me. My body gave another shudder.

        “You’re a horny one tonight!”

        His fingers were each side now, pulling the lips open as he leaned forward with his face close. I felt the warmth of his breath as he gently blew on the openly exposed flesh. Usually, the soft wet flesh was hidden inside, not openly showing as it was now. The excitement of his breath blowing over was intense and erotic.

       I moaned at the pleasure of it. Gave a deep gasp as he did it again.

       Now he had moved closer. The soft tip of his tongue touched me there. Oh, that was like electric, sending a shock through my entire body. The anticipation that had been building was suddenly released in that moment of contact.

       But he had not finished with me yet, only just started in fact. When his tongue made contact he kept it there, performing little flicking licks along and pressing into my open flesh. I had experienced the long slow licks before but this was different. This flicking was much more heightening for me.

       My passion was building. I was moaning and wriggling around underneath him. I was moving so much his strong hands had to grasp my hips in an effort to hold me. But still, he continued. Those little stabbing licks, flicking against my soft inner flesh, pushing deeper in pressing tongue thrusts. I was humping back at him as it was driving me wild, higher and higher towards my impending climax.

       Then it happened. His hands returned to my pussy, fingers pulling my lips open as he went in for the killing shot. His lips pressed in and grasped at the hard nub of my clitty. She burst at the pleasure, send me into orgasm. The power of it surged through my body in waves as he sucked me. It was so strong that it blocked all things else other than the pleasure bursting from my clitty.

        Then he allowed me to recover by pulling back from my clitty, just confining himself to licking over the wetness of my pussy lips. This had a calming effect but only for a few moments before he went into me again. His lips grasping my clitty again and sucking hard.

        Oh wow! That was so good. So unexpected that immediately I was under orgasm again. While not as long lasting as the first one had been, this second one caught me by surprise with its intensity. Two strong orgasms. That was an amazing way to begin my night of sex with this man.

       

        Now we were ready to do it. I pulled at him so he moved higher towards me, up and over, on top of me. After all that foreplay, I was so ready for him now. For me, desires had built so that playing was over. I was ready for cock, wanted cock. His cock, deep inside my hot pussy. I wanted him to fuck me.

        It seems Brian was ready too. I felt his weight press down on me, pressing my thighs apart as he slipped between them. I felt a hand briefly rub over my pussy lips. Feeling me, feeling I was ok before he pressed closer. I felt him press his cock against the wet lips of my cunt. They parted, opening to allow him in. I could feel the tightness of his entry. Feel him push as far as be could before dropping back to try again. It took a couple more thrusts for me to take him all then a few moments for my pussy to open, relax and mould around him.

        Now he began to move. First, it was slow and gentle. Long slow strokes so we could both experience him moving against the flesh of my pussy lips as he slowly drove deeply into me, going almost as far as he could before he began his withdrawal, pulling back from me, his cock removing until only the head remained inside. This was so sexy to enjoy and there was the lingering thought that soon he would increase speed as his passion for me built to new levels.

        Before long, his fucking style began to change. While he was still pulling away from me in the same long slow stroke, he was returning with a sharp, fast thrust. The first time he performed this it became a shock for me causing me to gasp for the pleasure. Then it became good for me as this motion was rising feelings within the body that was my own. I couldn't resist the urge to hump back at him, meeting his fucking to me with a fucking motion of my own.

       He must have noticed that because once again his style began to change. His withdrawal was becoming quickly now while he still retained that sharp thrust back in. Yes, this increase in speed was matching our increase in desires for each other.

        Soon we were going for it you could say. Our fucking had become quite heated and aggressive. He was pounding down at me, driving in deep with his cock while I was pressing my pelvis up to meet each thrust. Our bodies were crashing together as we continued. It was getting close for me now. What that cock was doing to me was amazingly good and I came to now I was almost into orgasm. But what about him? Was he close too?

        I did not have long to think before my orgasm burst over me. Yes, it was a big one. The feelings bursting from the point where his cock rubbed close to my clitty. It didn’t build as it usually does, this one just exploded over me. Draining my attention and energy so I stopped helping him. For I few moments my mind was full of nothing else before I could again focus on what was happening with the man on top of me. I made my mind to make it good for him and help him go over too but before I could do much I heard him moan from close to my ear. I felt his body jerk and then stop until the only feeling between us was us breathing hard and the cock inside me jerking as he pumped his load deep inside my pussy.

        That was it for both of us, we were over and finished. The sex had been good. Like, amazing for both of us. My hand reached over and found his.

       “You were good, Amita,” he told me. “Very good, in fact.”

       “It takes two to be very good,” I reply.

       “Sure,” was all he answered. But he knew I was right. Brian is well trained, not like you other men. He knows the woman is always right. LOL

        We rested beside each other for a while, catching our breath and getting over what had just happened between us. Before long I realised now it was time to try again. I rolled towards him and he allowed me to roll over him so I straddled him with a leg each side of him.

        “This time I am the boss,” I told him with a laugh.

        “No, you’re not!”

        He struggled against me, pressing up at me.

        Here I was telling you this man was well trained and now look at him! I used all the strength and all my body weight but I still discovered he was stronger. I tried to hold him down, pin him to the surface of the bed but he kept rising up at me. Pushing me up and trying to push me off. I realised that this was hopeless. A battle I couldn’t win. I stopped fighting, while still on top of him I wasn’t resisting him, just waiting for him to push me off. But he didn’t. He became quiet too, knowing he had won he had decided not to push for his advantage.

        “Am I the boss, Amita?”

        “Yes, Brian,” I replied. “You are the boss.”

        “Ok then, be a good sex-slave and give me a good time.”

        “I am not your sex-slave!”

        I began to struggle with him again, but he held back.

        “No! No Amita,” he said. “Let’s not fight. Let’s do it together.”

        I realised this man was talking good sense.

        “With you on top,” he continued. “Give us both a good time.”

        “Ok,” I confirmed. “Ok, I will.”

        I made my mind that I would make this good. Make it the best fucking for both of us. I moved so my body was over his. I was sitting upright as I reached for his cock, taking it with both hands.

        He was hard of course. Ready for me, ready to enter to my pussy but I paused from doing that. I observed him, taking notice of the shape of him, the bullet nose or could you say mushroom shaped head mounted upon the hard shaft. I took notice that he was not exactly straight having a slight upward curve along his length. All the better for fitting with us women I would think.

        I ran my finger over his cock. Starting from a position on his shaft I had moved my finger higher, past the grove that separated the head from the shaft. Further up an onto the head itself. The flesh there was smooth and soft as I climbed the final slope to the summit where there was the little slot in the very tip. I noticed a drop of juice which I took away with my finger, flicking it up then bringing it to my lips to lick. Yes, male cum. Nice!

        This gave me a better idea. I remembered what delightful pleasure he had given to my pussy before we had started the sex. Oh, that had been so good for me. I decided I should return some of that pleasure to him before taking him to my pussy. I slipped back down along his legs, still with my legs each side of his, so I could lean forward and bring my face down towards that beautiful cock in front of me.  

        I know it is expected that a woman will take a man into her mouth and begin sucking him while my hand pumps his shaft. Of course, I had my plan for that but there were other things I had for him first. As I leaned down I turned my head so I was facing his shaft near its root. From here I moved to nibble at him with just using my lips. It was like this as I climbed along his shaft, climbing towards the head. Leaving his head alone I moved to the other side and performed the same motions for this side as well. Just little lips nibbles, moving along the length of his cock.

        Now I followed with licks, started at the base and moving slowly towards the head. He was enjoying this, laying back with his eyes closed, his cock giving a gentle surge from time to time. Before long I knew it was time to move to the head.

        First, I focused on the grove just under the head licking around it with my tongue. Next, I moved on to the head itself. My tongue moved up and over him, all around him too. I found the little hole again a flicked at it with my tongue. My efforts were rewarded with another couple of drops of fore-cum. His cock gave another jerk of enjoyment and expectation and I knew I was going to have to get him inside me soon if I wanted to get any more fun out of him.

        I lifted my head from him and heard a slight groan of disappointment.

        “Don’t worry Sunshine. I’ve got better plans for you.”

        “What did you call me?”

        “You heard me.”

        “Yes, Amita. I heard you but I can’t believe you called me that.”

        I just giggled.

        “I thought only the New Zealand girls said that.”

        I laughed, “Well it seems like the Indian girls do too.”

        “So it seems,” he smiled back.

        By now I was sitting over him, lining my pussy up to take him. I held him with one hand while I used the fingers of my other hand to open myself up. It was like this that I lowered myself on to him, felt the pressure against my pussy as he burst in. There was no discomfort at all, just that full feeling as I pressed down on him, taking him deep inside. This position is usually like that, taking more of a man than in most other positions of sex.

         Once I had him inside me it was time to start moving. Start using the fucking motion that would work his cock against my cunt, bringing us both to the joys of climax. I sure you all understand the process of this where the woman sits with her knees each side of the man and works the movement of her hips to pull him in and out of herself. This is also one of the main positions where the woman has almost total control. Some might say, total control over the man but I’m too polite to say as much. Ha! Ha!

         I continued to ride him much as I would ride a horse I expect, in this case, you might say it was a stallion I was riding. As I worked I was looking down at him, watching the face, judging how much I was getting to him by the face looking.

         Now, my movements must have been putting on a display of titties jiggling for he became distracted by them and reached for them, a hand to each breast. He didn’t hold back, fingers going straight to their peaks, taking hold to each nipple, rubbing and playing to each one. I am not sure I have ever experienced this position without out the man feeling to my breasts. It seems to be one of the requirements for performing this position.

        I continued with the work I was doing, hips moving, driving him deep into me and then pulling back from him again. I’m sure it was feeling good for him by how his face was. It was good for me too. I came to the point where I knew just leaning slightly forward would take me over. But by holding back I could control myself, taking the enjoyment of feeling him moving inside me while not sending me into my climax. From this position, I was waiting for him under the full knowledge I could take myself over as soon as I knew he was there too.

        It didn’t take long before I came to know he was on the point of orgasm. I leaned slightly forward, gave a couple of extra hard thrusts back at his cock which sent us both into our cums. It was good I could achieve it like that. While this cum was not the best I had done that night it was still good. For the man under me, I think his cum must have been much better.

        That had been good sex leaving us both drained and exhausted. I think it was at that point we were both ready for sleep. I rolled to my side and he moved forward until his front came against my back. His arms went around to hold me as I pressed back against him.

       It was a pleasant position. A comfortable position. Good position to sleep in. We didn’t talk, just lay there against each other. Soon I realised his breath had softened and I knew he was asleep. See how these men are. Just a bit of sex and they fall asleep on you. How can a girl get any more fun with a man like that! 
       Soon I must have drifted off too.

       Later in the early morning hours, I awoke to find he was awake behind me. I felt he was hard and pressed in between the top of my thighs. I moved slightly, taking my upper body away from him as my behind pressed back against him. In this position, he could find my opening and slip into my pussy from behind.

       It seems I was still wet from the love-games earlier. Maybe it was all that male cum still inside me. I could take him with ease, my pussy offering no resistance at all to him. I felt him slide into me, going in deep. I could feel how his cock filled me, made tighter with him coming in from behind, between my thighs.

       The sex that followed was slow and gentle. I wonder now, actually how awake we were when we did this. The feeling of his cock slipping in and out was good but not able to get me there. As he continued, he reached over to my breast, running his fingers over it, rolling my nipples between finger and thumb.

       I heard him breathing heavier, he increased his speed slightly, gave a soft gasp and cum. I lay there feeling his cock jerk as he put one last load of his cum into me.

       As I lay there in a half dreamy state, I felt him soften and drop out of me. Soon after that, I drifted back into a deep relaxed sleep. Well, what else can a woman do when a man goes floppy on her like that?

       Next thing I knew it was morning. The room was light from the sunlight streaming in. I realised it must be very late. The man behind me was still asleep. As I released myself from his grip he said something in his sleep. I couldn’t really make it out.

       I climbed off the bed as he rolled over away from me, slipping back into sleep.

       Men! See they have no staying power. Not like us women.

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