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At four in the morning, a car left a house in Hillsborough in Auckland. It drove across to a house in the nearby suburb of Lynfield. An older man was driving, and another man was beside him. An older lady, the driver's wife, sat in the back seat. At the second house, a man and a younger woman were waiting for them.
The people in the car changed places with the newcomers. While the older man was still driving, his wife had moved forward to join him in the front seat. In the back, the young woman, still a teenager at 19, was in the centre with a man on either side of her.
Leaving Peter’s house, the car made its way through Mount Roskill to reach the Southwestern Motorway. At the interchange, the car turned north towards Auckland City. It drove through the Waterview Tunnel and came out onto the Northwestern, turning towards the CBD. At the large interchange fondly known as Spaghetti Junction, the car took the bypass to the Northern Motorway, coming out onto Highway 1.
The people in the car changed places with the newcomers. While the older man was still driving, his wife had moved forward to join him in the front seat. In the back, the young woman, still a teenager at 19, was in the centre with a man on either side of her.
Leaving Peter’s house, the car made its way through Mount Roskill to reach the Southwestern Motorway. At the interchange, the car turned north towards Auckland City. It drove through the Waterview Tunnel and came out onto the Northwestern, turning towards the CBD. At the large interchange fondly known as Spaghetti Junction, the car took the bypass to the Northern Motorway, coming out onto Highway 1.
This was a surprise adventure for Riya, only quickly arranged by the three men when we were sitting in the park in Wellsford the day before. They had pulled others of those listening into their plans. Shanti and Betty were talking as they watched Riya and Ian checking over the vehicles in the carpark that were towing the boats. They could see that Ian was explaining something as they looked under the back of Brian’s boat.
“That girl is keen on cars,” Mike said.
“Keen on Ian, too,” Mandara, her mother, added. “But that will end when we get her home.”
“I don’t think the car thing will,” Sarvesh said. “I’ve never managed to stop Amita. In the end, I just brought her as a car.”
“But Riya is a brilliant driver. You all saw how she handled the big Camper vans,” Sarvesh said.
“Looks like we’ll be in the market for a car before long,” Jeevan said.
“This trip has really encouraged her,” Moorti said.
“She has changed so much,” Mandara added. “She is even polite with me!”
“One thing we missed doing was visiting your farm, Tom. Riya was hopping to milk some cows,” Jeevan said.
“She talked to me in India about the cows. I heard her on the plane flying to Perth. She was telling Kalki about seeing and milking cows,” Jeevan said.
“Well, let's do it for her. She’s been such a good girl on this trip. It could be a special treat for her,” Sarvesh suggested.
Tom got into the conversation then. “Milking is at 6 in the morning. We could make it if we leave Auckland after four. With the new motorway just finished, we can be there in about an hour or so. There will be no traffic that early.”
“We are at Steve’s place tomorrow. We can pick up Riya. She is at Peter’s, not far away.”
“I’ll arrange for Ian to stay at Peter’s too. I know he is keen on seeing the farm, being a farmer himself.”
“A bed won't be a problem, Jenny,” Kala, Ian's wife, said. “Just put him in Riya's bed, they'll both like that.”
That brought a laugh from the group. They all knew how close Riya and Ian had become.
So quietly it was all arranged without Riya knowing. Almost everyone among the adults knew what was going on; many were involved in one way or another, but no one would let on to her what they were planning for her the following day.
“That girl is keen on cars,” Mike said.
“Keen on Ian, too,” Mandara, her mother, added. “But that will end when we get her home.”
“I don’t think the car thing will,” Sarvesh said. “I’ve never managed to stop Amita. In the end, I just brought her as a car.”
“But Riya is a brilliant driver. You all saw how she handled the big Camper vans,” Sarvesh said.
“Looks like we’ll be in the market for a car before long,” Jeevan said.
“This trip has really encouraged her,” Moorti said.
“She has changed so much,” Mandara added. “She is even polite with me!”
“One thing we missed doing was visiting your farm, Tom. Riya was hopping to milk some cows,” Jeevan said.
“She talked to me in India about the cows. I heard her on the plane flying to Perth. She was telling Kalki about seeing and milking cows,” Jeevan said.
“Well, let's do it for her. She’s been such a good girl on this trip. It could be a special treat for her,” Sarvesh suggested.
Tom got into the conversation then. “Milking is at 6 in the morning. We could make it if we leave Auckland after four. With the new motorway just finished, we can be there in about an hour or so. There will be no traffic that early.”
“We are at Steve’s place tomorrow. We can pick up Riya. She is at Peter’s, not far away.”
“I’ll arrange for Ian to stay at Peter’s too. I know he is keen on seeing the farm, being a farmer himself.”
“A bed won't be a problem, Jenny,” Kala, Ian's wife, said. “Just put him in Riya's bed, they'll both like that.”
That brought a laugh from the group. They all knew how close Riya and Ian had become.
So quietly it was all arranged without Riya knowing. Almost everyone among the adults knew what was going on; many were involved in one way or another, but no one would let on to her what they were planning for her the following day.
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அனைவருக்கும் வணக்கம். என் பெயர் ரியா
(anaivarukkum vanakkam. en beyer ria)
(anaivarukkum vanakkam. en beyer ria)
Hi from Riya again,
I knew nothing about what these sneaky people were doing. So, Shanti got them to write that first bit. From here, I will be telling the story. Interesting how no one has claimed who wrote that above. Must be a mystery writer.
The first thing I knew was that at 3:30 am, Ian was in my bedroom. He was gently shaking my shoulder. “Come on, Riya. Wake-up. We have a surprise for you.”
I wasn’t sure what was going on when he woke me. It was a shock when he pulled the blankets back because I was sleeping naked. But I didn’t bother too much about my nudity. He has seen me naked enough.
“Wear some older clothes. You might get a bit dirty today. Take something to change into.”
That confused me too. But he stayed there while I got dressed. Helping me a bit, too. After a bathroom stop, I was rushed out to the kitchen, where Jenny was awake. She gave me a flash, saying it was hot coffee to wake me up.
Moments later, we heard a car pull into the driveway.
“Come on, Riya,” Ian said. “It's time to go.”
I managed to see the kitchen clock, and it was only ten past four. Why so early!
“Where are we going?” I asked him.
“Sorry, I can’t tell you that. It’s a surprise.”
“Well, have fun,” Jenny said. “I’m going back to bed.”
Clutching the flask and a small bag, I was almost pushed out the door to where Sarvesh was waiting.
“Sarvesh! I should have known you’d be in on this!” I said.
He laughed, “ Now! Now, Riya. Don't judge me harshly. This will be good for you, so stop your complaining and get into the car.”
I didn’t think I was complaining. The back door was opened, and I was almost pushed in with Ian getting in beside me. The door opened on the other side, and Sarvesh got in. It was then that I realised that Betty and Tom were in the front. It looked like he was going to be driving.
I knew nothing about what these sneaky people were doing. So, Shanti got them to write that first bit. From here, I will be telling the story. Interesting how no one has claimed who wrote that above. Must be a mystery writer.
The first thing I knew was that at 3:30 am, Ian was in my bedroom. He was gently shaking my shoulder. “Come on, Riya. Wake-up. We have a surprise for you.”
I wasn’t sure what was going on when he woke me. It was a shock when he pulled the blankets back because I was sleeping naked. But I didn’t bother too much about my nudity. He has seen me naked enough.
“Wear some older clothes. You might get a bit dirty today. Take something to change into.”
That confused me too. But he stayed there while I got dressed. Helping me a bit, too. After a bathroom stop, I was rushed out to the kitchen, where Jenny was awake. She gave me a flash, saying it was hot coffee to wake me up.
Moments later, we heard a car pull into the driveway.
“Come on, Riya,” Ian said. “It's time to go.”
I managed to see the kitchen clock, and it was only ten past four. Why so early!
“Where are we going?” I asked him.
“Sorry, I can’t tell you that. It’s a surprise.”
“Well, have fun,” Jenny said. “I’m going back to bed.”
Clutching the flask and a small bag, I was almost pushed out the door to where Sarvesh was waiting.
“Sarvesh! I should have known you’d be in on this!” I said.
He laughed, “ Now! Now, Riya. Don't judge me harshly. This will be good for you, so stop your complaining and get into the car.”
I didn’t think I was complaining. The back door was opened, and I was almost pushed in with Ian getting in beside me. The door opened on the other side, and Sarvesh got in. It was then that I realised that Betty and Tom were in the front. It looked like he was going to be driving.
As mentioned by the mystery writer above, we drove through the CBD of Auckland, staying on the motorways. It was still dark, and there wasn’t much traffic around. I sipped my coffee, but it was still too hot. Ian took it and put it in a cup rest, in front of me, between Better and Tom.
As far as I could tell, we were travelling north. This was confirmed when we turned onto the Harbour Bridge. I knew this was the Northern Motorway.
But I didn’t see much more after that as the two naughty men on each side of me began to distract me.
As far as I could tell, we were travelling north. This was confirmed when we turned onto the Harbour Bridge. I knew this was the Northern Motorway.
But I didn’t see much more after that as the two naughty men on each side of me began to distract me.
Of course, it was a distraction. What else could it be? Between them, they began playing with my girl parts. Sarvesh’s hand was on my knee, stroking the inside of my thigh as he moved higher towards the edge of my shorts. Meanwhile, Ian was touching my tits through my blouse.
They got the buttons undone, and my blouse was opened showing the bra I was wearing. Soon, they had the bra cups pulled down, and my nipples were bare. A little bit of touching, and my nipples were hard like bullets. Then, Ian leaned forward to take one in his mouth. Sarvesh soon joined him, attaching his lips to my other nipple.
Oh! That felt good. I reached for them, holding their heads against my chest. I lay back against the headrest of the seat, my eyes closed as I enjoyed what they were doing to me.
They got the buttons undone, and my blouse was opened showing the bra I was wearing. Soon, they had the bra cups pulled down, and my nipples were bare. A little bit of touching, and my nipples were hard like bullets. Then, Ian leaned forward to take one in his mouth. Sarvesh soon joined him, attaching his lips to my other nipple.
Oh! That felt good. I reached for them, holding their heads against my chest. I lay back against the headrest of the seat, my eyes closed as I enjoyed what they were doing to me.
As good as it was, it didn’t last long before these naughty men moved on to do something more for me.
They had eased my thighs wider with their hands between, first on to the inside of my thighs, then arriving at the pussy area. Their fingers were touching me there, stroking over the hardness of my pussy mound before dropping lower to the softer areas of my pussy. It was then that I realised how turned on I was. If they wanted to give me more, I was ready for but I had no idea how it could be achieved in a moving car.
Then they began working together, pulling at my shorts from each side. As I’ve just said, I wanted more. I lifted my bum off the seat to allow them to pull my shorts and panties right down and completely off. Now I was naked from my waist down as I lay back with my thighs open again, ready for whatever they would do for me.
As expected, their hands returned. I could feel them touching my inner thighs and pussy. I didn’t see because I lay back with my eyes closed so I could focus on the feelings as they explored me. It didn’t take long before fingers were stroking against the opening, pressing between my wet lips and opening me. I liked what they were doing; they were gentle but touching in a way that was exciting and sexy.
Fingers were pressing inside me, moving in and out with little thrusting motions. Higher up, other fingers were touching where my clitty was, but they knew better than to touch it directly; instead, they gently pinched the hood covering so they indirectly excited my clitty.
There were hands on my breasts, gliding over my soft mounds, touching and gently pulling on my hard nipples. So many feelings, so much going on. It was so sexy for me.
Those fingers inside had formed a hook shape now, pulling at the top end of my love hole with each outward stroke. That felt better, and I began to realise that these two men weren’t just playing with me. They intended to get me to a full orgasm. Not that it was a bother for me, I was willing for whatever they would do to me, whatever they would make happen to me.
The man on my left side. Ian was kissing and nibbling at my neck, and I realised the man on my right, Sarvesh, was the one working at my pussy.
It was getting at me now. I knew there was an orgasm on the way. So quickly after they started that for a moment, it surprised me, for a moment, but then I made up my mind to just enjoy whatever would happen with me.
They were reading my body, it seems, with each new step of arousal, they increased what they were doing. The fingers inside me were moving faster now, I think pressing deeper too, but I can’t be sure of the details because by now feelings were blending as my climax approached. I knew it was coming, and I knew it was going to be intense.
Finally, it happened! MY cum burst over me, filling my body with the passion of orgasm, taking control of my mind so I had no idea what was happening around me, totally consumed with orgasm. It was a good one, a big one, and it took my breath from me.
But where my body craved for release and relaxation, these men wouldn’t allow it. Those fingers kept working on my pussy, kept thrusting inside and playing with my clitty. I realised they were going to take me to a second climax. I relaxed and allowed them to continue, not that I had much chance of stopping them.
Then the idea came to me that maybe they had changed. It was now Sarvesh playing with my breasts while Ian was working on my pussy. It surprised me how I didn’t even notice they had changed.
I felt Sarvesh’s strong hands turn my head, turning my face towards him. His face came in closer, and suddenly I had the idea he was going to kiss me. Our lips touched, just on the outside, and I felt a tongue pressing against me. I opened my mouth so my tongue could meet his, and we entered into a deep kiss. It was good. I like kissing, but most men I knew didn’t like doing that, as they were saving that only for their wives. For Sarvesh and Amita, it seemed to be different. With him, I could enjoy deep kissing with the tongue.
I was so distracted by what Sarvesh was doing that I forgot what Ian was doing. I know it sounds silly that a girl could forget when someone was playing and stimulating her pussy, but that was what happened. But then suddenly I knew my second orgasm was almost upon me, and I had to pull away from Sarvesh so I could breathe.
This time was another big one, perhaps even better than the first, but who can know how to measure orgasms? All are good in their own way, and I have come to know that my body is good at making them for me.
I was taken by the powerful passions of my cum. It grew quickly, burst onto me, so I couldn’t focus on anything else. I came out of it a bit dazed and confused. Two powerful orgasms, it had been amazing. I was happy to experience it.
When I opened my eyes, I could see that Betty was turned, watching me. She was smiling.
“Was it that good?” she asked.
It was in the period after orgasm, before speech could return. I could only look at her and nod my head.
The men had left me now, sitting back on each side of me, allowing me to recover to normal. Then came the struggle to return my clothes to how they should be, which was a bit hard in a still-moving car.
They had eased my thighs wider with their hands between, first on to the inside of my thighs, then arriving at the pussy area. Their fingers were touching me there, stroking over the hardness of my pussy mound before dropping lower to the softer areas of my pussy. It was then that I realised how turned on I was. If they wanted to give me more, I was ready for but I had no idea how it could be achieved in a moving car.
Then they began working together, pulling at my shorts from each side. As I’ve just said, I wanted more. I lifted my bum off the seat to allow them to pull my shorts and panties right down and completely off. Now I was naked from my waist down as I lay back with my thighs open again, ready for whatever they would do for me.
As expected, their hands returned. I could feel them touching my inner thighs and pussy. I didn’t see because I lay back with my eyes closed so I could focus on the feelings as they explored me. It didn’t take long before fingers were stroking against the opening, pressing between my wet lips and opening me. I liked what they were doing; they were gentle but touching in a way that was exciting and sexy.
Fingers were pressing inside me, moving in and out with little thrusting motions. Higher up, other fingers were touching where my clitty was, but they knew better than to touch it directly; instead, they gently pinched the hood covering so they indirectly excited my clitty.
There were hands on my breasts, gliding over my soft mounds, touching and gently pulling on my hard nipples. So many feelings, so much going on. It was so sexy for me.
Those fingers inside had formed a hook shape now, pulling at the top end of my love hole with each outward stroke. That felt better, and I began to realise that these two men weren’t just playing with me. They intended to get me to a full orgasm. Not that it was a bother for me, I was willing for whatever they would do to me, whatever they would make happen to me.
The man on my left side. Ian was kissing and nibbling at my neck, and I realised the man on my right, Sarvesh, was the one working at my pussy.
It was getting at me now. I knew there was an orgasm on the way. So quickly after they started that for a moment, it surprised me, for a moment, but then I made up my mind to just enjoy whatever would happen with me.
They were reading my body, it seems, with each new step of arousal, they increased what they were doing. The fingers inside me were moving faster now, I think pressing deeper too, but I can’t be sure of the details because by now feelings were blending as my climax approached. I knew it was coming, and I knew it was going to be intense.
Finally, it happened! MY cum burst over me, filling my body with the passion of orgasm, taking control of my mind so I had no idea what was happening around me, totally consumed with orgasm. It was a good one, a big one, and it took my breath from me.
But where my body craved for release and relaxation, these men wouldn’t allow it. Those fingers kept working on my pussy, kept thrusting inside and playing with my clitty. I realised they were going to take me to a second climax. I relaxed and allowed them to continue, not that I had much chance of stopping them.
Then the idea came to me that maybe they had changed. It was now Sarvesh playing with my breasts while Ian was working on my pussy. It surprised me how I didn’t even notice they had changed.
I felt Sarvesh’s strong hands turn my head, turning my face towards him. His face came in closer, and suddenly I had the idea he was going to kiss me. Our lips touched, just on the outside, and I felt a tongue pressing against me. I opened my mouth so my tongue could meet his, and we entered into a deep kiss. It was good. I like kissing, but most men I knew didn’t like doing that, as they were saving that only for their wives. For Sarvesh and Amita, it seemed to be different. With him, I could enjoy deep kissing with the tongue.
I was so distracted by what Sarvesh was doing that I forgot what Ian was doing. I know it sounds silly that a girl could forget when someone was playing and stimulating her pussy, but that was what happened. But then suddenly I knew my second orgasm was almost upon me, and I had to pull away from Sarvesh so I could breathe.
This time was another big one, perhaps even better than the first, but who can know how to measure orgasms? All are good in their own way, and I have come to know that my body is good at making them for me.
I was taken by the powerful passions of my cum. It grew quickly, burst onto me, so I couldn’t focus on anything else. I came out of it a bit dazed and confused. Two powerful orgasms, it had been amazing. I was happy to experience it.
When I opened my eyes, I could see that Betty was turned, watching me. She was smiling.
“Was it that good?” she asked.
It was in the period after orgasm, before speech could return. I could only look at her and nod my head.
The men had left me now, sitting back on each side of me, allowing me to recover to normal. Then came the struggle to return my clothes to how they should be, which was a bit hard in a still-moving car.
I looked from the car window and couldn’t tell where I was. All I knew was that we were still travelling in a north direction. While we were still on some kind of motorway, we seemed to have left the city areas.
“Where are was going?” I asked.
“You see soon,” Betty replied from the front.
Then I remembered that Tom’s farm was somewhere north of Auckland.
“It is your farm,” I asked.
There was silence as if they were shocked at my question before Tom repeated what Betty had said, “We will be there soon, then you will know.”
But that small gap of silence told me all I needed to know. We were going to their farm. I thought I was going to miss that since nothing had been planned for us to visit there. I wanted to see the far and the animals. See how they milked those cows; it would be good, too. Now with the help of these four sneaky people, it was happening.
“Where are was going?” I asked.
“You see soon,” Betty replied from the front.
Then I remembered that Tom’s farm was somewhere north of Auckland.
“It is your farm,” I asked.
There was silence as if they were shocked at my question before Tom repeated what Betty had said, “We will be there soon, then you will know.”
But that small gap of silence told me all I needed to know. We were going to their farm. I thought I was going to miss that since nothing had been planned for us to visit there. I wanted to see the far and the animals. See how they milked those cows; it would be good, too. Now with the help of these four sneaky people, it was happening.
It was beginning to get light as we turned off when what appeared to be a new motorway ended at a town called Warkworth. Missing the main town, we took a side road towards Matakana. It was at this small place that we turned onto another road that started to climb towards the hills. Not far up this road, we slowed and turned into what looked like a farm road.
After only a short way, we arrived at a large shed, and I knew where we were. This was a cow shed. When the car stopped, we got out, and this was confirmed by the “moo” sounds coming from the other side of the shed.
“Welcome to our farm,” Tom said. “We have arrived just in time for milking.”
I heard the sound of the car starting behind us and turned to see the car we arrived in driving off.
“Betty is going to help get breakfast ready,” Tom said.
After only a short way, we arrived at a large shed, and I knew where we were. This was a cow shed. When the car stopped, we got out, and this was confirmed by the “moo” sounds coming from the other side of the shed.
“Welcome to our farm,” Tom said. “We have arrived just in time for milking.”
I heard the sound of the car starting behind us and turned to see the car we arrived in driving off.
“Betty is going to help get breakfast ready,” Tom said.
Tom took us into the milking shed, where we were met by a man who looked like Tom but was younger. This was Gary, Tom’s son, who was looking after the farm while Tom and Betty were away with us on the camping trip. He seemed a nice man, smiling as he greeted me.
The official title of this type of milking shed is: “12 a side herringbone milking shed”. The cows come in and stand in rows on each side of the machine while the farmer works in a lower, “pit” between them. One row of cows is arriving or leaving, while the other side is standing while they are milked. I found this very interesting.
Down in the pit area, I found a younger girl, about 10, I think, who was working with the cows.
“Go down and see what she is doing,” Tom told me.
I went down and met this girl. I found her name was Alison and told her mine was Riya. As she worked, she explained what was happening and what she was doing. Soon she invited me to have a try and put the sucking cups thing on the cows and take them off when the milk stopped. It was fun and interesting to do.
Ian came down to see what we were doing, but Sarvesh stood at the end talking with the men. Didn’t want to get his hands dirty, did you, Sarvesh?
The official title of this type of milking shed is: “12 a side herringbone milking shed”. The cows come in and stand in rows on each side of the machine while the farmer works in a lower, “pit” between them. One row of cows is arriving or leaving, while the other side is standing while they are milked. I found this very interesting.
Down in the pit area, I found a younger girl, about 10, I think, who was working with the cows.
“Go down and see what she is doing,” Tom told me.
I went down and met this girl. I found her name was Alison and told her mine was Riya. As she worked, she explained what was happening and what she was doing. Soon she invited me to have a try and put the sucking cups thing on the cows and take them off when the milk stopped. It was fun and interesting to do.
Ian came down to see what we were doing, but Sarvesh stood at the end talking with the men. Didn’t want to get his hands dirty, did you, Sarvesh?
Once the milking process finished, it was time to send them back to their paddock. Tom offered to do it while Gary and Alison cleaned the machine and shed. Naughty man asked me to go with him on the quad bike.
“Hold on tight, Riya. Rub your tits against my back,” Tom said.
I laughed at that. “What does rubbing my tits have to do with holding on?”
“A lot. If you hold properly, your tits will be rubbing my back.”
“Sounds more like a dirty old man wants to feel my tits,” I replied.
“Maybe a bit of that. With tits like yours, who can blame me?
“Now I know why Kalki called you a Naughty Farmer Tom,” I said.
“Especially with sexy Indian women,” Tom replied.
But I did put my arms around him, I did press my tits against his back, and I did move my shoulders a bit, rubbing my tits against him. I also reached down and gave his cock a feel too. But I didn’t do much with that, as I didn’t want to end up in a prickly bush as Hansini did.
(see Story 181 - Part One. Naughty Girls! (Hot Water and Gorse.))
“Hold on tight, Riya. Rub your tits against my back,” Tom said.
I laughed at that. “What does rubbing my tits have to do with holding on?”
“A lot. If you hold properly, your tits will be rubbing my back.”
“Sounds more like a dirty old man wants to feel my tits,” I replied.
“Maybe a bit of that. With tits like yours, who can blame me?
“Now I know why Kalki called you a Naughty Farmer Tom,” I said.
“Especially with sexy Indian women,” Tom replied.
But I did put my arms around him, I did press my tits against his back, and I did move my shoulders a bit, rubbing my tits against him. I also reached down and gave his cock a feel too. But I didn’t do much with that, as I didn’t want to end up in a prickly bush as Hansini did.
(see Story 181 - Part One. Naughty Girls! (Hot Water and Gorse.))
We drove up slowly, following the last of the cows. About halfway up the farm, they had all turned through an open gate into a large grass area where they would eat until they were called for the afternoon milking session.
After closing the gate tightly, he took me further up until we came to the very top of his farm. He had some beef cattle up here who could run around in the half grass and half scrub areas.
From here was an amazing view. I could see down to the farmhouse and milking shed in the flatter land. Across further in one direction, I could see a small-town area which he called the funny name of Matakana. We had come through that place on the way here. Beyond here, across some more farmland in another direction, I could see the ocean.
By the time we got back to the miking shed, John and Alison had just finished cleaning the shed. I took a big hose to wash away the cow shit in the cow pen, while they finished in the shed. I noticed Ian and Sarvesh were already gone. It seems they walked the short distance to the farmhouse.
After closing the gate tightly, he took me further up until we came to the very top of his farm. He had some beef cattle up here who could run around in the half grass and half scrub areas.
From here was an amazing view. I could see down to the farmhouse and milking shed in the flatter land. Across further in one direction, I could see a small-town area which he called the funny name of Matakana. We had come through that place on the way here. Beyond here, across some more farmland in another direction, I could see the ocean.
By the time we got back to the miking shed, John and Alison had just finished cleaning the shed. I took a big hose to wash away the cow shit in the cow pen, while they finished in the shed. I noticed Ian and Sarvesh were already gone. It seems they walked the short distance to the farmhouse.
Alison came back into the shed, her hair was wet, and she handed me a towel. “There is a shower behind the shed you can use. Plenty of hot water.”
Taking the towel, I followed Tom out through the back door of the milking shed. There was Tom’s son, Gary, completely naked, taking his shower. I was a bit surprised, but he didn’t seem to be worried about his nudity. As he finished and began the drying and dressing, I removed my clothes to take his place under the falling water.
It was just a shower, like one found inside a house, but this was outside, without any protection around for modesty, just a small concrete pad to stand on. It seemed this was the way they cleaned before returning to the house.
As I stepped under the water, adjusting it to suit me, I looked around to see that Gary was watching me. Probably admiring my naked Indian body. Maybe he hadn’t seen an Indian naked before. But I was the same as any woman. Just darker on my arms and legs and lighter over my body. I have the normal breasts, but my pussy is trimmed short.
I didn’t bother that he was watching, I just took some soap and began scrubbing over my naked body. When I looked again, he was gone, but Tom was still there, now undressing to join me. I knew if he entered the shower with me, it would become sexy. He couldn’t help himself, to begin touching and playing with my body parts, and maybe leading to doing more. Not that I had any worry with that.
I had been playing with him on the quad bike and knew he had got partly hard. Now, as he approached me in the shower, I could see he was hard. I liked to see that because it told me he was ready to play sexy with me.
He stepped under the water, took the soap from me and began applying it to my body. Particularly to my breasts, which really didn’t need cleaning since they were covered by my clothes and so didn’t get dirty. The way he touched my breasts began to feel nice. I always seem to like those being touched. I have sensitive nipples, I think.
While he was playing, I started to play too. I took his cock with my hand, feeling him beginning to get hard. With a little bit of encouragement from me, he soon had a full erection. Meanwhile, he had progressed from touching my breasts to touching my pussy. It was at that point that I began to think about doing it with him. I looked around to see if there was a suitable place for sex.
He turned off the water, and still naked, we walked into the milking shed. In the machine room, there was an old desk and chair in the corner. That is where he was heading. He turned me with my back to the desk and lifted me so my bum was on the edge of the desk. In that position, I could open my legs so he could approach me and enter me.
It was not the most comfortable place I have had sex, but at that time, it worked for us. He was standing, and his cock was close to desk level, close to pussy level, you could say. I held him, and then after a while, I wrapped my legs around him to hold him while his cock thrust into my wet pussy. It was working for me, and soon I had my first orgasm. A second one followed before he was ready to cum.
I knew he was almost there by his breathing, but there wasn’t much I could do to help him. He broke from the grip of my legs and stood back slightly as his cum began. I looked down to see the white man-juice burst from the end of his cock and land on my body, his hits going from my pussy, almost up to my breasts. The white of his cum looked rather good against the dark of my body.
“That was good,” I said.
“Yeah,” he grunted as he delivered the last burst over my pussy.
“I looked down at myself and said, “You made a mess, naughty farmer! Are you going to clean it up?”
“Of course,” he replied as he pulled me to my feet, and I followed him out the back door to the shower.
This time, there wasn’t any playing around as we were running late and people would be wondering where we were. We quickly washed the evidence of sex off each other.
Taking the towel, I followed Tom out through the back door of the milking shed. There was Tom’s son, Gary, completely naked, taking his shower. I was a bit surprised, but he didn’t seem to be worried about his nudity. As he finished and began the drying and dressing, I removed my clothes to take his place under the falling water.
It was just a shower, like one found inside a house, but this was outside, without any protection around for modesty, just a small concrete pad to stand on. It seemed this was the way they cleaned before returning to the house.
As I stepped under the water, adjusting it to suit me, I looked around to see that Gary was watching me. Probably admiring my naked Indian body. Maybe he hadn’t seen an Indian naked before. But I was the same as any woman. Just darker on my arms and legs and lighter over my body. I have the normal breasts, but my pussy is trimmed short.
I didn’t bother that he was watching, I just took some soap and began scrubbing over my naked body. When I looked again, he was gone, but Tom was still there, now undressing to join me. I knew if he entered the shower with me, it would become sexy. He couldn’t help himself, to begin touching and playing with my body parts, and maybe leading to doing more. Not that I had any worry with that.
I had been playing with him on the quad bike and knew he had got partly hard. Now, as he approached me in the shower, I could see he was hard. I liked to see that because it told me he was ready to play sexy with me.
He stepped under the water, took the soap from me and began applying it to my body. Particularly to my breasts, which really didn’t need cleaning since they were covered by my clothes and so didn’t get dirty. The way he touched my breasts began to feel nice. I always seem to like those being touched. I have sensitive nipples, I think.
While he was playing, I started to play too. I took his cock with my hand, feeling him beginning to get hard. With a little bit of encouragement from me, he soon had a full erection. Meanwhile, he had progressed from touching my breasts to touching my pussy. It was at that point that I began to think about doing it with him. I looked around to see if there was a suitable place for sex.
He turned off the water, and still naked, we walked into the milking shed. In the machine room, there was an old desk and chair in the corner. That is where he was heading. He turned me with my back to the desk and lifted me so my bum was on the edge of the desk. In that position, I could open my legs so he could approach me and enter me.
It was not the most comfortable place I have had sex, but at that time, it worked for us. He was standing, and his cock was close to desk level, close to pussy level, you could say. I held him, and then after a while, I wrapped my legs around him to hold him while his cock thrust into my wet pussy. It was working for me, and soon I had my first orgasm. A second one followed before he was ready to cum.
I knew he was almost there by his breathing, but there wasn’t much I could do to help him. He broke from the grip of my legs and stood back slightly as his cum began. I looked down to see the white man-juice burst from the end of his cock and land on my body, his hits going from my pussy, almost up to my breasts. The white of his cum looked rather good against the dark of my body.
“That was good,” I said.
“Yeah,” he grunted as he delivered the last burst over my pussy.
“I looked down at myself and said, “You made a mess, naughty farmer! Are you going to clean it up?”
“Of course,” he replied as he pulled me to my feet, and I followed him out the back door to the shower.
This time, there wasn’t any playing around as we were running late and people would be wondering where we were. We quickly washed the evidence of sex off each other.
After washing, we got on the quad bike, and Tom allowed me to drive to the farm. I had driven many vehicles since being on this trip, but driving a quad bike was among the best. Hansini, please note: - I did not allow Tom to do sexual things while I was driving, and I did not shut my eyes and drive into the gorse pickle bush. (It must be noted that Tom has done a lot of work since his son came back to the farm, and most of the prickly bushes are gone, so it would be hard for me to find one to drive into.)
We went into the farmhouse to meet Marjory, Gary’s daughter and Alison’s two younger brothers. We all sat down at a large table for breakfast. But then I was hungry, and the cooked breakfast was very welcome. There were eggs, bacon, sausages and hash browns made with potatoes. This was arranged on a plate with toast. It seems you cut the yellow egg yoke so it ran over and soaked into the toast. With a big mug of hot coffee, this was a grand meal. I enjoyed it a lot and thanked the two women for preparing it.
I got up and started clearing the plates to the kitchen when Tom stopped me.
“I’ll just help them,” I tried to say.
“No, we are going on a tour now.”
He turned to the rest and asked if any of them wanted to come on a farming tour.
Ian quickly agreed, and Alison wanted to come too. So, we left on three quad bikes, and I was driving one.
We went into the farmhouse to meet Marjory, Gary’s daughter and Alison’s two younger brothers. We all sat down at a large table for breakfast. But then I was hungry, and the cooked breakfast was very welcome. There were eggs, bacon, sausages and hash browns made with potatoes. This was arranged on a plate with toast. It seems you cut the yellow egg yoke so it ran over and soaked into the toast. With a big mug of hot coffee, this was a grand meal. I enjoyed it a lot and thanked the two women for preparing it.
I got up and started clearing the plates to the kitchen when Tom stopped me.
“I’ll just help them,” I tried to say.
“No, we are going on a tour now.”
He turned to the rest and asked if any of them wanted to come on a farming tour.
Ian quickly agreed, and Alison wanted to come too. So, we left on three quad bikes, and I was driving one.
First, we took a look at parts of Tom’s farm. Behind the house was a large garden for vegetables and an orchard for fruit trees. I was allowed to pick a fresh apple off a tree and eat it. That was so cool!
Then we went over to a shed with some tractors and farm bikes. Behind that shed was the calf shed where young calves were being raised to eventually become part of the milking herd.
Next, we drove down to the famous camping area that appeared in some of the Letter Stories. I was happy to see that.
Then we went over to a shed with some tractors and farm bikes. Behind that shed was the calf shed where young calves were being raised to eventually become part of the milking herd.
Next, we drove down to the famous camping area that appeared in some of the Letter Stories. I was happy to see that.
After that, we left Tom’s farm and went to see some other farms. We stopped outside a deer farm, and I could see the deer behind tall fences. It seems deer can jump over the usual fences.
Further up the hill, we visited a sheep farm. We went into a wool shed where the wool was removed from the sheep, but it was the wrong time of the year for this to be happening.
Further up the hill, we visited a sheep farm. We went into a wool shed where the wool was removed from the sheep, but it was the wrong time of the year for this to be happening.
Beyond the sheep farm, we stopped just past a small bridge where we parked the car.
“Let’s go swimming,” Tom said.
“But Tom, I didn’t bring my swimming things,” I said.
“That’s OK. You don’t need them,” he replied.
“You mean we go nude?” I asked.
“Sure, why not?” he replied.
“But there are other people here!”
“They will probably be naked too.”
We walked along a short track as Tom explained that this was a hot water stream from a spring further up the valley. We came to a waterfall with a deep pool below. This was the famous swimming pool that Amita and Hansini went to.
There were places to sit on either side of the stream. There were also people in the water. It looked like another family on the other side. To my surprise, Gary, Marjory and Betty were already there. The kids were there too.
Everyone was naked, and so it didn’t take me long to strip my clothes to join them. You know I have no problem with nudity. I stepped down the steps, cut into the steep bank and discovered the water was quite warm. On a hot day that was so welcome, but I could see it would be nice on a cold day.
I looked behind and noticed Tom, Ian and Sarvesh were joining me. Alison was, too. Like me, they were all naked. It seemed to be the natural way at this place.
I stepped deeper, and Alison was beside me. I think she liked me and wanted to be friends. She explained that this pool was not natural but had been made by a dam of rocks. Close to the middle by the waterfall, the water would be warmer and very deep. Over my head, she said. I knew about this because I had read the story about jumping from the top of the waterfall.
(see Story 181 - Part One. Naughty Girls! (Hot Water and Gorse.))
“Let’s go swimming,” Tom said.
“But Tom, I didn’t bring my swimming things,” I said.
“That’s OK. You don’t need them,” he replied.
“You mean we go nude?” I asked.
“Sure, why not?” he replied.
“But there are other people here!”
“They will probably be naked too.”
We walked along a short track as Tom explained that this was a hot water stream from a spring further up the valley. We came to a waterfall with a deep pool below. This was the famous swimming pool that Amita and Hansini went to.
There were places to sit on either side of the stream. There were also people in the water. It looked like another family on the other side. To my surprise, Gary, Marjory and Betty were already there. The kids were there too.
Everyone was naked, and so it didn’t take me long to strip my clothes to join them. You know I have no problem with nudity. I stepped down the steps, cut into the steep bank and discovered the water was quite warm. On a hot day that was so welcome, but I could see it would be nice on a cold day.
I looked behind and noticed Tom, Ian and Sarvesh were joining me. Alison was, too. Like me, they were all naked. It seemed to be the natural way at this place.
I stepped deeper, and Alison was beside me. I think she liked me and wanted to be friends. She explained that this pool was not natural but had been made by a dam of rocks. Close to the middle by the waterfall, the water would be warmer and very deep. Over my head, she said. I knew about this because I had read the story about jumping from the top of the waterfall.
(see Story 181 - Part One. Naughty Girls! (Hot Water and Gorse.))
That day, there were some boys who were climbing the rocks and jumping back into the pool. It looked like fun, and I wanted to try. I thought naughty Tom would want to come with me, but Gary did. I swam to the far side of the pool, where they were climbing the rocks. Gary was with me.
Getting out of the water, I began climbing, using the handholds that had been cut into the rock. It was fairly easy except for one part where the gap was a bit wider. I reached with my hand and found the next handhold to pull myself up. As I reached for the next handhold, my foot reached for the handhold my hand had just left.
I suddenly realised that now my body was stretched with my legs quite wide apart. I looked down to see that Gary was not far behind me, looking up. He must be able to see all of me from looking at me like that, but I couldn’t do anything about it until I climbed a bit higher and reached the top.
I turned to watch him climb the last bit until he stood up facing me.
When he smiled, I said, “Were you perving at my pussy?”
“A bit,” he replied. “I could miss it the way you were above me.”
“Is that why you men always follow the women?”
“Well, what do you think?”
“I think, yes,” I replied.
I knew of these sneaky men. Always the same. Always ready to look whenever a woman showed their bodies. But I didn’t mind too much. It was only looking.
“I'll tell your wife on you,” I said, smiling.
He could see I didn't mean it, so he said, “She isn't interested. She is trying to look down at Ian's cock while talking to him.”
By now, Alison had joined us and wanted to jump at the same time as me. I stepped to the edge and looked down. It looked a bit far and made me a bit nervous. I also saw that everyone down there was looking up at me, waiting to see if I would jump. But I was going to do it. I wasn’t going to be chicken.
“Are you ready?” the young girl beside me asked.
I nodded that I was.
“One! Two! Three! Jump!” she called.
She jumped, and I was slightly behind her. I flew out from the rock face and began to fall. I could see the water rushing up to meet me, and a moment later I plunged in, going deep underneath before I came up to the surface beside Alison.
“Try it again?” she asked.
“Sure,” I replied. It was fun, so why not do it again?
This time, the rock climb was easy, and I quickly scampered up the rock face following Alison. We jumped together again, but I was right at the same time as her, jumping as she called, “Jump!”
After a while swimming and a few more times jumping, it was time to leave the water and replaced our clothes before returning to our car.
Getting out of the water, I began climbing, using the handholds that had been cut into the rock. It was fairly easy except for one part where the gap was a bit wider. I reached with my hand and found the next handhold to pull myself up. As I reached for the next handhold, my foot reached for the handhold my hand had just left.
I suddenly realised that now my body was stretched with my legs quite wide apart. I looked down to see that Gary was not far behind me, looking up. He must be able to see all of me from looking at me like that, but I couldn’t do anything about it until I climbed a bit higher and reached the top.
I turned to watch him climb the last bit until he stood up facing me.
When he smiled, I said, “Were you perving at my pussy?”
“A bit,” he replied. “I could miss it the way you were above me.”
“Is that why you men always follow the women?”
“Well, what do you think?”
“I think, yes,” I replied.
I knew of these sneaky men. Always the same. Always ready to look whenever a woman showed their bodies. But I didn’t mind too much. It was only looking.
“I'll tell your wife on you,” I said, smiling.
He could see I didn't mean it, so he said, “She isn't interested. She is trying to look down at Ian's cock while talking to him.”
By now, Alison had joined us and wanted to jump at the same time as me. I stepped to the edge and looked down. It looked a bit far and made me a bit nervous. I also saw that everyone down there was looking up at me, waiting to see if I would jump. But I was going to do it. I wasn’t going to be chicken.
“Are you ready?” the young girl beside me asked.
I nodded that I was.
“One! Two! Three! Jump!” she called.
She jumped, and I was slightly behind her. I flew out from the rock face and began to fall. I could see the water rushing up to meet me, and a moment later I plunged in, going deep underneath before I came up to the surface beside Alison.
“Try it again?” she asked.
“Sure,” I replied. It was fun, so why not do it again?
This time, the rock climb was easy, and I quickly scampered up the rock face following Alison. We jumped together again, but I was right at the same time as her, jumping as she called, “Jump!”
After a while swimming and a few more times jumping, it was time to leave the water and replaced our clothes before returning to our car.
On the way back, we went past Tom’s house and down to the flatter land. Down here, we visited an orchard where they grew fruit for market. They had more apples, but also some other fruit like oranges and plums. We saw inside their packing shed, where the fruit was packed, ready to be sent to the markets in Auckland, but again, that day, nothing was happening there.
Our final visit was to a winery. This was a large place with the nearby land covered with rows of grapes. We walked into the rows a little way and saw the tiny grapes just beginning to form. Then we went into the wine shop where the public could come and buy wines. There was also a café there where people could buy and eat food.
We had lunch at this place, a plate of local produce like cheese and kiwifruit. There was wine that the men had, but I followed Alison and brought a ginger beer soft drink.
The owner of the vineyard took us on a tour through his winery. I saw where the grapes were crushed and the tanks where the grape juice turned to wine. They were very busy there as the winery was preparing for the grape picking season. It was interesting to witness the wine-making process.
Our final visit was to a winery. This was a large place with the nearby land covered with rows of grapes. We walked into the rows a little way and saw the tiny grapes just beginning to form. Then we went into the wine shop where the public could come and buy wines. There was also a café there where people could buy and eat food.
We had lunch at this place, a plate of local produce like cheese and kiwifruit. There was wine that the men had, but I followed Alison and brought a ginger beer soft drink.
The owner of the vineyard took us on a tour through his winery. I saw where the grapes were crushed and the tanks where the grape juice turned to wine. They were very busy there as the winery was preparing for the grape picking season. It was interesting to witness the wine-making process.
Back at Tom’s farm, it was getting late in the afternoon, and we needed to get back to Auckland for the big party they were having at Mike and Shanti’s house that evening.
We said goodbye to Gary and Marjory and their kids. I especially said goodbye to Alison, and she hugged me. We have agreed to stay in contact. I am happy to be her friend.
Out at Tom’s car, I was going to get into the back again to endure what those men would do with me again when Tom asked if I would like to drive. Of course, I am always keen to drive. Their car was quite big, able to take six people, but we only had five that day. I took the driver's seat, and Tom was beside me. Betty sat in the back between Ian and Sarvesh.
“Thank you, Tom, for saving me from those men in the back,” I said to him, loud enough so they could hear me in the back.
“Come on, Riya. Don’t say that. We all knew you enjoyed it.”
He was right, but I couldn’t admit that.
“No, I suffered so much and had to endure them,” I tried to tell them, but they would never believe me.
"Yes, Riya," Betty said. "We all heard how much you suffered."
We said goodbye to Gary and Marjory and their kids. I especially said goodbye to Alison, and she hugged me. We have agreed to stay in contact. I am happy to be her friend.
Out at Tom’s car, I was going to get into the back again to endure what those men would do with me again when Tom asked if I would like to drive. Of course, I am always keen to drive. Their car was quite big, able to take six people, but we only had five that day. I took the driver's seat, and Tom was beside me. Betty sat in the back between Ian and Sarvesh.
“Thank you, Tom, for saving me from those men in the back,” I said to him, loud enough so they could hear me in the back.
“Come on, Riya. Don’t say that. We all knew you enjoyed it.”
He was right, but I couldn’t admit that.
“No, I suffered so much and had to endure them,” I tried to tell them, but they would never believe me.
"Yes, Riya," Betty said. "We all heard how much you suffered."
I gave a toot to Gary and his family, who were waving us goodbye and then turned the car towards the driveway leading to the road. Through Matakana and then through Warkworth, we were soon on the motorway.
It was then that I heard a soft moan from Betty. It seemed those naughty men were doing to her, too. Tom laughed with them when Betty gave a louder moan, which we all knew was her orgasm.
But I kept driving, down the motorway to Auckland and over the big bridge to the city. By the time we reached Shanti’s house, the meeting was almost over, and dinner was almost ready. After dinner, the children left for Joseph’s house while we all stayed at Shanti’s house for what turned into a big orgy. But that is not my story to tell.
It was then that I heard a soft moan from Betty. It seemed those naughty men were doing to her, too. Tom laughed with them when Betty gave a louder moan, which we all knew was her orgasm.
But I kept driving, down the motorway to Auckland and over the big bridge to the city. By the time we reached Shanti’s house, the meeting was almost over, and dinner was almost ready. After dinner, the children left for Joseph’s house while we all stayed at Shanti’s house for what turned into a big orgy. But that is not my story to tell.
It didn’t worry me too much that I had missed the meeting, as Shanti gave me a list of stories I could write or be involved in. I heard Paula saying that almost everyone either had a story or was involved in helping with one. It was going to be fun seeing it all come together, I had thought at the time.
Since this story was a last-minute one, I have the experience of seeing all these stories coming together. At first, it was a bit confusing as letters started arriving from anywhere over three volumes. With my collection, I added the stories as they arrived. It meant shuffling things around each time I added more stories, but it kept them safe and able to be read. It was fun to remember stories that I had been involved in.
So that must be the end for me. Now there is only one last evening to be told about, and it is all finished.
Since this story was a last-minute one, I have the experience of seeing all these stories coming together. At first, it was a bit confusing as letters started arriving from anywhere over three volumes. With my collection, I added the stories as they arrived. It meant shuffling things around each time I added more stories, but it kept them safe and able to be read. It was fun to remember stories that I had been involved in.
So that must be the end for me. Now there is only one last evening to be told about, and it is all finished.
THE END!!
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This blog follows a group of people who belong to a sexual-swapping group based on our real sex-swapping nudist group. As we are in real life, the characters in these stories are mainly married, and some do have young children. While these children might be mentioned, in no case will they be involved in any sexual activities. This follows what we do when the writer's team meet for our real parties. Lots of fun, lots of sex, but no kids!
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