<Date: Fri, 25 Oct 2013 10:14:02 +1100
From: Paul Hart <snifty1@gmail.com>
Subject: The Song Bird Part 3

The Song Bird Part 3


A couple of days later and Sun Dance appeared, this time he was leading his
Mum by the hand, other than looking vaguely bewildered she seemed happy
enough and I was actually quite pleased to see them, they were an unusual
pair.  She settled herself and Sun Dance fussed around to make sure she was
comfortable before settling himself in her lap, nestling his head between
where her breasts should be - somewhere beneath the folds of material -
then he turned and smiled at me sweetly.  Mum regarded her little boy
fondly for a moment before shooing him off but as he went his hand seemed
to catch in a loose fold and well, she wasn't wearing a bra!  What he'd
exposed was a sculpted delight, gracefully curved and topped with a pale
pink nipple...the breast was a work of art. She made no immediate attempt
to cover it either..momentarily at a loss I murmured "What a revelation,
and I doubt Rodin himself could have wrought finer...."  She glanced down
as if noticing the protrusion for the first time and absently twitched the
material back in place "That Sun Dance, he's a very sensitive boy but he's
a boy all the same, so clumsy at times".  I doubted it was an accident on
his part...and...where was he by the way?  He'd vanished but something told
me that the delicious imp wouldn't be far, and probably watching too.

Krishnapura began to chat away nonchalantly, she was an entertaining soul
and seemed to flit from one subject to another, I went and got her a drink.
When I returned she looked pensive, then asked "You mentioned Rodin...which
of his works had you in mind?"  I dithered for a second before offering
"well at first I'd have said the 'Awakening' or even perhaps the 'Toilette
of Venus' but on reflection I'd have been wrong - too fleshy, heavy
breasted almost and the glimpse I had would not fit either of those.." I
pondered for a moment then suggested "I have his works in my reference
library, I wonder, should we have a look?"  She answered "Well it doesn't
really matter but I enjoy looking at his stuff anyway - oh dear, it isn't
'stuff' is it but you know what I mean?"  I got up to retrieve the book and
she followed, then as I took it down and opened it she rested her chin on
my shoulder.  There was a faint smell of some sort of herbal essence, I
guessed she'd not have washed those tresses in anything bought from a shop
- it was quite nice.  First we got to the Venus, she too considered the
sculpture on the fleshy side...a bit further along it was the 'Awakening'
that was likewise rejected...but I suppose that by then neither of us were
really looking, both were wrapped in admiration of the sensuous beauty of
form that manifest itself on page after page, other than the occasional
exclamation, neither of us said anything, instead it was Rodin's magic that
spoke.

We got to the end and reluctantly I replaced the book, as I did so her eyes
were roaming my reference collection "May I?" I nodded and she stretched
for something I'd hoped she wouldn't notice, I mean it was in its own way
pretty harmless but well, it was explicit, very.  Krishnapura suddenly
sighed and said, "There I am, that's me!"  I looked and sure enough, the
slender blond depicted as she leaned back - well, it looked a reasonable
match to me...the fact was, she also had someone's head buried between her
legs, something that seemed to faze my visitor not at all. "Look" she said
brightly and parted her garments, this time I had the delight of seeing two
"It IS me isn't it?".  I cleared my throat before announcing "Well no, they
aren't as lovely as yours!"  "Oh!"  She was visibly taken aback "So you
think mine are OK then, do you?"  Here I took a gamble, I cupped each of
them in my hands and judicially pronounced..."Beautiful shape, no question
and your nipples...why they're jutting...may I please?"  She said nothing
so I bent my head and gently sucked..after a minute or two I noticed her
breathing quicken, then little hands began stroking the back of my head.
Breaking away I looked into clear blue eyes, no makeup on those lips or
anywhere else either, a natural beauty and here I was fondling her breasts.
She whispered "This is nice, very nice, isn't it?"  I gulped and had to
agree...then I kissed her and her arms came up and around...

It wasn't long before we ended up on my bed, it was easy enough undressing
her, once you had worked out which way the folds of material went,
eventually she lay exposed, a living masterpiece, I hardly dared to breath,
instead I mumbled..."My God...so that's why you wear all that stuff..."
Wearily she agreed "Yes and it gets difficult in class too otherwise...some
won't pay attention, others pay too much - that's girls as well as boys..."
I told her quite sincerely that I wasn't surprised, and all the while she
lay there candidly gazing back.  Without thinking I settled beside her and
drew her close, I felt her legs part as we kissed, this was not something
to be rushed I needed to savour her loveliness, hands roaming that
wonderful body I reached her mound, it was smooth shaven, dipping in a
finger, there was warm moisture, lots of it..it is bliss to be able to move
your palm over a pussy, occasionally dipping in a finger for lubrication
before tickling away at her clitoris.  Meanwhile, slender fingers were busy
with me...slow and methodical...we lay there pleasuring each
other...neither in a hurry.  Dreamy eyes looked up at me... "This is nice,
isn't it?" she asked.  I agreed "I have a feeling you are someone special
so I'm going to try and make this last...problem is, I may get too
excited..."  She said nothing, only opening her legs a bit further then
"Let's just take it as it comes..oh, and I like 'anal' too...so long as you
don't mind?"  "Fine by me but let's just wait a bit, I really am enjoying
this...are you ok?" Krishnapura reflected then came out with a dreamy
"Mmmmm...yes nice....."

I held a long slender leg by the ankle in each hand and knelt between them,
my penis sliding in and out of a plump mound framing wet pink pussy
lips..you could hear the moisture, Krishnapura lay back toying with her
breasts, eyes closed....I delighted in her moist warmth and took extra care
not to get carried away...then I remembered what she'd said about
'anal'...well it would be easy from this position, carefully I withdrew, as
I did so her eyes flew open in puzzlement then as I bent her legs even
further back, she realised "Relax sweetie, just relax...and let me use
this.."  The tube was in the bedside drawer and she nodded her appreciation
as she saw it "Ooooh you are clever....that's it...nice and slow...oh yes,
it will be poking out through my tummy!"  Of course she was much tighter
there and I had to take extra care not to cum, what with the excitement,
the sight of her loveliness and...the warm tight embrace of her anal
passage...so I closed my eyes and concentrated simply on slowly fucking
her.  I heard a little whimper, alarmed I stopped but she muttered "No,
it's alright, don't stop, I don't want it to ever end...just keep going,
please."  Again there was a whimper, she'd been using a long finger to
tickle her clitoris and the combination was producing multiple
orgasms...this was some partner I'd found...or had I found her?  I tucked
that thought away for later but something had disturbed my concentration
and helplessly I began to shudder, she felt it start and encouraged "Let it
go, let it go baby...there'll be another....yes let it go....and I'm cuming
again...with you Oh my God!"