Story 192 Europeans in Our House.

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         (Hamza & Kalki with Peter & Jenny.)

Hi from Kalki.

         My husband and I were also at the special event put on by Sarvesh and Amita when it was suggested we should have these overseas visitors stay within our own private houses. This was a big thing, not normally done in India I think, but we told we were willing to help.

         We got a European couple from New Zealand. A man called Peter and his wife Jenny. They also had two children with them, two girls, lovely twins. It is funny how my friend Sairu also had a European couple staying with them. Now thinking of this, I’m sure Amita arranged it like that.

        Of course, at the time we agreed to this but later I became concerned as to whom these people were and how we would look after them as we do not have much wealth and a very simple house. Hamza informed me to talk with Amita about it. He also said to read the Letters because this couple featured in many stories. Amita told me they were easy-going and would fit in with us well. I was confused what she meant by ‘easy-going’ until she explained it was a New Zealand term that meant they were very relaxed and adaptable type of people.

        Amita also suggested we might want to video chat with them too. Just so we could be knowing them better. I learnt that Sairu had done the same too. I also learnt she had got very naughty in her chat with Steve. Even taking all her clothes off in front of him. LOL, Very naughty girl! I am too shy to do such as that!

       When we made contact, I sat beside my husband and watched these people on the screen. In my mind were the ideas they would be staying into our house. They were older than us and had their little girls with them at first. I noticed the girls were falling asleep and Jenny soon took them away. After that, it was a good chat and I knew we would be happy with them in our house.

        There was a little bit of sexy in our talk too which made my husband and me sure they would be open to more too. I was surprised that Hamza told Jenny she was hot. I was worried how she would take this but she replied she can be even hotter when she knows him better. Oh wow! Both Hamza took this as meaning she was interested for him, interested in doing more sexy to him. You know of this, interested in the making the love-games with him.

         Now I looked to Peter in a different way. I was wondering about what a man like him would be like to me, into my bed. I was not very experienced with the sex, only for my husband so how would an older white man be to me?

         Then Peter said, “You look hot too Kalki.”

         I know what Hamza had just said but I was even surprised. I think, not knowing how to reply to this so I hesitated longer than I should.

         His face changed for a worried expression. 
         “Sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

         “No! No, Peter….. It is fine.”

         “It’s only the truth...... You do look hot, Kalki. I love that sari you are wearing.”

         “Thank you, Peter. You look hot too,” I replied. A bit silly to say but I had to say something.

         He gave a laugh. “Well, perhaps we should get together and explore all our hotness.”

         I saw his joke and laughed. I also saw the meaning of extra behind his words too. I was sure he was suggesting me to join his love-games. Later, Hamza told he thought so too.

         The chat finished not long after that. When they went away, we went off to bed. 

         Later Hamza and I talked of this. I confirmed I would be interested in this man with fair hair and blue eyes. He also confirmed he was attracted to the white woman too. So it was settled with us, for if the opportunity arrived to take love-games with them in any way, we would allow each other to do so. We had played with others here in India and heard that these two often played too, even here in India. In fact, Sairu and I studied the Letters Books to discover they went right back to almost the beginnings of the stories. Their history even goes beyond this to before the point when Mike first approached Shanti to talk with her at their school. (See the lovely story - Letter 43) 

         Well, the day came when our guests would arrive. Hamza had to work so I, myself was at our home, making up beds and performing other preparations required for our visitors.

        I heard of a noise on the road of our street and looked to discover a large bus was outside with many faces looking from the windows. It must be our visitors so I went to the door just as someone was knocking. (I later learnt this was one of two buses hired for transport of our guests.)

        Sarvesh was at the door as Amita was the host on the other bus. Beside him was an Indian woman wearing very western clothing. I recognised her to be Shanti from New Zealand. I greeted them and asked them to enter our house, wondering how they would be fitting to my smaller humble house but Sarvesh said, "No, they were just dropping our house guests."

        An Indian couple greeted me next. A very tall strong man whom I knew was Joseph and a very short, almost tiny lady, who was to be his wife Lizamoa. Joseph brought some bags with him and he helped Sarvesh bring them within my house. His wife was lovely and with a very kindly face. She came to me and hugged me saying thank you for looking after her New Zealand friends. After, they greeted with me and then returned to the bus.

        She did manage to whisper to me, “Hope you have fun with Peter, Kalki.”

        I smiled and replied, “I hope so too.”

        We giggled that caused the men to turn and look but we kept the joke just to ourselves. It was a tiny bit naughty which I could not be admitting to the men.

        The next whom I was to meet was a European man Peter. He was a handsome man, more than I recognised in the webcam. I loved the light colour of his hair and the bright blue eyes. He was carrying a lovely blonde girl, maybe aged about three or four, whom he introduced as Kirsten. Kirsten was smiling and happy. When I said hello she replied too, boldly returning a greeting to me. Behind him was a woman, Peter’s wife, Jenny with their other daughter Carol. These were to be our visitors. Carol had some tears so I was bending down and being nice to her. She managed a smile but was still not very happy with all this new place, clutching for her mother’s leg with sad, teary eyes. I later came to know Carol was more gentle and timid than her older twin sister Kirsten.

         We stood outside to see the bus drive off. I looked around and noticed all this had caught the attentions of others on our street who were looking from their houses so then I quickly invited our guests into our house to protect them from the eyes.

         I was unsure what to do next as we were standing inside the house looking to each other. Jenny took the lead by stepping up to me and giving me a hug.

         “Thank you, Kalki. Thank you for letting us stay in your house.”

         She was a bit smaller than me. Smaller than she appeared when she cammed online. But she was a beautiful woman with that soft brown hair that seemed to wrap around her face. She had a beautiful smile and also with blue eyes that sparkled when she talked and appeared to show the sky. I came to know her as a lovely, friendly lady.

         Her husband Peter was next. He was taller but not much more than me but as he put his arms around me I could feel he was strong too. I was unsure how to do this and was intending to hold back so only my shoulders and head touched him but as he pulls me, my body came pressing against him and I felt my breasts contact to his chest. His hug was quick and then it was over. Just a hug nothing suggesting it was sexual.

        What surprised me next was one of the twins was standing there with her arms reaching up to me. It was Kirsten. I reached down and picked her up. She snuggled against me, giving me a hug. But in her case, she didn’t appear to want to want to leave so I held her as I showed them to their room.

       These two twins look exactly the same. It’s impossible to tell them apart. The oldest one, Kirsten, must always wear a red ribbon so we can know who she was. She was a lot bolder and out-going while her sister was shy. But I had heard they can act as each other when they wanted. They also had this strange way of talking with one finishing the other’s sentences almost as if they were reading each other’s minds. I’ve heard this is not unusual with very close twins. But I found it very confusing, disconcerting when talking to them.

        It was actually our main bedroom that we had surrendered to them as we thought four of them would like more room. I had borrowed a smaller bed from Amita for the twins. Jenny had told me online, that they would never sleep apart but as they were small a single bed would be fine.

        I showed them the shower room and where things like towels were for them and then left them to return to the kitchen. A while later I heard the girls in the hall (lounge) and went to see. They were sitting on the floor playing with some toys. It reminded me to ask if the children needed anything special since I was unknowing what these children might require.

        Back in the kitchen, I was continuing with my cooking preparations when Peter arrived to the room. He informed me that Jenny was a bit tired and laying down. Then asked what he could do to help. I was shocked. Normally guests, especially male guests would never enter the cooking area of a house but then my mind went to the talk Mandara gave Sairu and me beside the pool at Amita’s house. She informed us that these people would be different. Their customs would be different and they would be expecting to help around the house. So I allowed him to stay and watch the work I was doing. I didn’t know what job I could offer him until I came to preparing the meat. Often we do not eat of the meat as it is expensive but I had purchased especially, for our visitors. Amita had supplied some also as a few days before, one of their drivers had surprised us and delivered parcels of food items to help our guests.

        “I can do that,” Peter said. “How do you want it cut?”

        I thought Ok for that and showed him what size I wanted the meat cut into. He was at a bench and soon at work. From what I could see, he knew what to do and was doing it right. So I returned to what I was doing. Soon we were talking as we worked. I asked him of his journey to here and he was telling me the details of their trip and their stay into Singapore. Like online, I found him easy talking with.

        Now, my husband Hamza has recently changed his job from working in the Game Reserve. He now works for Jeevan in the warehouse. It has better pay and the work is better, he is telling to me. On the day our visitors arrived he was at work as usual. There was a loading of a railway waggon to get done.

        The foreman of the loading area approached him and took him to a private office.

        “I understand you are having some of Sarvesh’s guests stay within your house?”

        “Yes,” says Hamza. “That is correct.”

        “I have orders, directly from Jeevan, I think from Sarvesh.” the foreman said. “You must leave now and return to your house to greet them.”

        “But I have my work to complete.”

        “That can be done by others. I have instructions from the bosses to help you whenever I can. You can take as much time as required while your visitors are here. You will be paid full pay, of course.”

        “Thank you,” my husband told him feeling a bit surprised.

        “It’s ok,” the foreman replied. “What you are doing is very important for Sarvesh I am being told. I am happy one of my team was selected for this task”

         Little did he know of the relationship we had with Amita and Sarvesh and why these overseas visitors were staying in our houses and not in the hotel where tourists normally stay. Hamza said, there were a few looks from the other workers as he took his leave and left the working area.

         So too my surprise, Hamza, my husband arrived home very early and said they had let him come home early. He then told about the conversation I have just shown above.

        Now, Hamza found Peter at work, working into our kitchen with food preparations. He greeted Peter but as soon as he could, took me aside and asked me why Peter was doing such work. He is a guest! I informed him about Mandara’s instructions that with these people normal guest customs should be forgotten.     

        I am not sure Hamza was happy with this but he left to take his shower and we continued with our work. By now Peter was cooking the meat over the gas flame. He seemed to know Indian cooking with only very little instructions from me.

Hamza now.

        My wife has informed you how they let me come home early from my work. The foreman seemed to believe this was an important thing for Sarvesh, which I am thinking to them it would be. It is normally Jeevan who directs our operations but when Sarvesh is around everyone is careful to ensure things are running well. In the warehouse, he acknowledges me by my name (he seems to know everyone’s name) but we keep our distance as he is the highest boss. They had no idea of my other connections with Sarvesh and Amita. They were surprised why I was selected to care for his guests but there was a story going around that some of these overseas visitors had asked to experience the normal life of people in India so people with normal houses were selected to keep them. I could see Jeevan’s hand in that story too.

       It was a surprise when I found my guest at work in the kitchen performing women’s tasks. I asked Kalki why would she allow such a thing! She informed me that with these people the rules were different and we must allow it. I was surprised she stood up to me like that too.

       So still a bit confused I went to take my shower. The shower room door was partly open and I walked in to find the white woman, Jenny, there with her two daughters. What shocked me was they were all naked, having just completed their shower. She was drying one of the girl’s hair. She should have locked the door!

       Jenny turned to face me as I entered. There was no shame to hide her naked body. All there was is her pleasure to see me. She greeted me and stepped forward to give me a hug. It was quick, not more than our bodies touched. I was thinking, this is very strange, this naked woman hugging me like that. This must be of their different customs my wife was telling me of.    

       “I’m sorry,” I said. “I was just to have a shower.”

       “We are almost finished,” she replied.

       “I will return later,” I told her as I turned to leave.

       “You don’t need to go. We won’t be long. Go on and have your shower.”

       Now this was also very strange. This woman, being completely naked, was relaxed with me being naked too. But I knew from the Letter books that they took part in sexual things and they would be involved in the nude days up at Sarvesh’s so this must be just part of that.

       I removed the wrap-around garment I was wearing and stepped into the shower. As I was washing I was watching her finishing with her daughters. We don’t get many Europeans in this part of India and she was beautiful. She was still naked, making no attempt to hide from me. I could see all her body, the smaller but lovely breasts and lower down the forest of ginger hair between her thighs. Yes, I liked what I was seeing and got a reaction from that.

       It was at that moment the little girls left and she turned to look at me. She noticed the hardness of my cock. I was embarrassed about that. I tried to hide it with my hand. But she just smiled as she had seen me.

       She stepped up to the shower, opened the door and stepped in. “I think you need help with that,” she said.

       I did not know what to do! Here was this woman, naked in the shower with me, her hands reaching for and holding to my cock.

        “No….. It’s ok…..” I tried to say.

        “With it like that. It’s not Ok,” she cut me off.

        Now this woman, a lot smaller than me was standing against me. Yes, she wasn’t just standing off holding my cock; her body was against mine in a very sexual way with her arm around my body. By now her hand was moving, pumping at my cock. She’d taken some soap, making it feel even better.

        I resigned myself that this was happening. There must be no misunderstanding here. Both my wife and I knew and had discussed having love-games with these strangers. I know Amita had openly encouraged the women to enjoy their guests with the fullest meaning of the word enjoy. What was shocking me was here this woman, a guest in my house, was with me in the shower before I had even offered her a formal greeting.

        I put my arm around her beautiful body and reached with the other for her breast. She pulled away slightly to allow me room to touch her. To tell the truth, I had never really seen a real white woman naked and here I was with one so close. I was fascinated by her. Her skin was so pale over her breasts where there showed the lines of a bikini being worn. Other parts were slightly brown while her arms and legs were of the deeper colour. None of it being anywhere near the colour of the most fairest Indian woman I know. (Yes up north they have very fair Indian woman but this is south India where mostly all girls are darker.)

        Now there was that nipple too. Far smaller than an Indian woman I first noticed, pink too, a darker pink than other parts of her body. Her nipple was hard too, showing some of her sexual excitement of my touching her there.

       I reached down deeper to her pussy. I’d notice before that it was a lighter hair, a ginger almost the colour of honey; this must be where the term ‘honeypot’ came from. It was also interesting how her pussy hair was darker than the hair that fell from her head over her shoulders.

       With all this exploring of her body, meanwhile, she was giving her attentions to my cock. Oh, her hands were like the hands of magic. I think this sudden finding a naked woman in my shower room, then finding her joining with me in my shower was very turning on for me. I knew this would soon be reaching a climax for me.

       “How does that feel?” she asked.

       “Oh wonderful,” I gasped being hardly able to speak.

       “Well go on Hamza, make a big cum for me.”

       “What about you?”

       “I’m Ok. Now is your turn. I’ll get my fun with you tonight.”

       “Oh!” was all I managed to say. She was saying she would be with me that night. This thought was enough. I was almost ready now.

       The cum was building now. Her both hands were onto my cock as I held to her shoulders. She kept pumping me while her other hand was first on my balls then moving to rolling the head between her fingers. That last, was the best. I never experienced that before just before the orgasm. It was all I was able to take as with a gasp, I cum. The man-juice burst from my cock, flying at her and hitting her stomach. She didn’t attempt to protect herself but just kept pumping me until no more would come from me.

        “Does that feel better, Hamza?” she asked.

        “Oh, very much better.” I was willing to admit.

        “Good!” she laughed.   
        Now she was washing me, washing my cock off, then she turned the shower on herself. I stood back watching, recovering from my cum. She soon left the shower and was drying herself then she called me to join her. I turned off the water and joined her. She had a fresh towel and reached up to begin drying me. Oh, that was nice too; she dried me not missing a part. This attention caused my cock to rise again and she saw it.

        This time she laughed, reaching to it. “You’ve had enough for now,” she told my cock like it was a person.

      Then she looking up at me and said, “And I'll take care of you tonight, naughty boy!”

       She turned, slipping on a robe and left the shower room.        
       I stood for a few moments not really to believe what had just happened. But it was true. The towel she had used was on the floor and there was her scent still lingering in the shower room.

       Yes, it was had been a very special way of greeting me. I made my mind to return it for her when I could get the chance. Putting on my wrap-around I returned to my bedroom to get dressed. I was thinking that twice she had openly told me she intended to be in my bed that night. This was very open and bold, her displaying her sexual attraction like that.

        

       I walked into the cooking room to discover my wife and Peter in a very passionate and sexual embrace. She was rested back against the preparation bench, her arms were around him pulling him against her body, her thigh pressed against him with her foot wrapped around his leg so his thigh was pressed hard against her pussy. I also noticed her hand move down to his ass while I watched. It was clearly she was responding to his attentions as much as he was to her.

      I decided to tease her. I stepped forward into the room saying, “What is happening here?”

      They broke apart at my voice, Kalki gasping, “Hamza!” in surprise.

      “Kalki, what are you doing to our guest?” I asked trying to make my voice stern.

      “Hamza, Peter and I were…….”

      “I saw what you were doing. Making love to him.”

      “It was not love-making Hamza.”

      “Then what was your hand……?

      I was purposely blaming her, trying to make it appear all her fault but something happened to destroy all my teasing.

      “It’s not as bad as we just did in the shower,” came Jenny’s voice from behind me.

      Of course, my wife caught to this and began asking what happened.

      Jenny explained. “Hamza had a big hard problem in the shower so I helped him make it soft again.”

      That sort of explained it but led to many more questions from my wife until finally, I told the full story of what happened with Jenny and I, myself.

      “And you were blaming me for just hugging,” my wife informed me, throwing a slap to me.

Kalki again,

       So these two events opened up sexual things for us. While I knew this was coming, who could ever believe it would begin within hours of them arriving. I think we all had an attraction and expectation for one another. Both couples had discussed and were relaxed about it so were open for any sexual approach.     

       What my husband, Hamza did to that woman in the shower opened up me to do with her husband too. I looked over to him and Peter was looking at me. He saw my eyes were upon him and the tip of his tongue appearing and slipping along his lips. My return was a pouting kiss shape with my lips. That was sexy, as saying to each other, ‘come and get me.’

       During the evening other signals past between us. At the dinner table, he sat opposite me and I felt a foot touch my foot. A foot who moved to my leg, pushing up under my sari until he touched the inside of my thigh. I looking to him and he just smiled. Innocently, but not so innocently under the table. With him rubbing my sensitive flesh there, it was hard to focus on the conversation. I stumbled with what I was saying and saw him grinning. He knew he was getting at me.

     

       After the dinner was completed we were in the hall talking. The children had been put to bed so we were relaxing. I noticed Peter quickly sat on the couch beside me so when my husband brought the drinks he sat with Jenny. Soon Peter's arm was around my shoulders and then I moved so my back was partly against him. This man wasn’t shy and soon his hand came to my breasts through my sari.

       He was playing with them for a while and would have been feeling the hardness of my nipples through my clothes. Yes, this girl is confessing she was enjoying, even closing the eyes. The top end of my sari was pulled from my shoulder opening the blouse under to be seen fully.  His hand moved to the blouse clips between my breasts as he began to open it. This man was stripping me while my husband and his wife watching. For a moment, my mind wondered to how far this might go and should I allow him? Then I made my mind to allow him to go as far as he was willing.

       My blouse was now openly bareing the bra underneath. His hand was again over it too, feeling and exploring at my chest. This was naughty, he was a naughty man, what he was doing but also I must be saying, exciting too. I could feel what his hands were getting up to and knowing my body was responding to him. With that way, he touched to my nipples through my bra material they were hardening.

       “Time this came off,” he said as he pushed me to lean forward.

       Quickly my sari blouse and bra were removed from me and I lay back against him topless with my bare breasts being openly exposed. This was so sexy for me and I was making the ideas that he might soon be getting me to be totally naked. I was willing for that because now I knew there was going to be sex with him that night.

        I even considered it might even come to taking sex with him there on the lounge seat but I wasn’t sure about that far yet, in front of my husband and Jenny but then I made my mind they would probably by busy also. So yes, this girl would be will for the love-games here if it came that way.

        But before any more stripping by us good be done I was noticing the activities on the other side of the room. Jenny had turned towards my husband, Hamza, and she was sitting facing him with a leg on the couch each side of him. Soon her blouse was gone and she had his shirt. I came to discover she was not wearing the bra which was interesting.

       They were soon necking and playing before the love-games. It was strongly sexy with them now. It was very clear this white girl was going to get to my husband and he wasn’t stopping her either. Soon he had come to the nipple sucking while she was holding to his head, with the eyes closed making little moaning sounds. It was sexy to watch but what Peter was doing was pulling my attentions. My sari skirt was pulled up and his hands were stroking my thighs. Then he even reached higher to my panties. He only touched me slightly and discovered my wetness. Yes, I was very sexy for him now.

        It was then Hamza said, “Peter, I think it’s time we take these horny girls to the bed.”

        The man behind me was agreed and we were getting up to leave. They were going but I had to take the glasses to the kitchen. I was just getting ready when I noticed Peter came at the sink.

       “We'll just rinse them,” I said. “We can clean tomorrow.”   

       We had returned to the bedroom now. It was the spare bedroom as Jenny had wanted to be close to the twins, their first night in a strange house.

       We stood before each other now. Of course, I was naked from the waist up now. I made my mind it was time this naughty fellow was naked too. Of course, we are all knowing, if you get a naughty fellow naked he will only get naughtier. This girl wanted this one too.

       I reached for his shirt with my fingers undoing each button. I was surprised to discover bare skin underneath. Normal men here would wear an undergarment but not Peter. I reached up to push the shirt from his shoulders and he took the chance to grab me, arms going around me, pulling me against him. I felt my bare chest against him, our bodies meeting in this embrace. It felt nice, as I like my breasts touching and pressed against a man like this.

       Then he pushed me back a bit still holding me.

       “Let me show you something, Kalki,” he said.

       “What?” I asked a bit surprised he had stopped us.

       “Lean towards me……. Just until your nipples touch….. Yes like that……Now move...... Rub them across…….Nipples through my hair…….Just touching like that.”

       This girl did as he suggested. My nipples just making contact. Moving, rubbing over his chest, his chest hairs catching and pulling at them. It felt nice, very nice actually. I had never tried this before as my husband is very smooth with his chest. This man, Peter, was a lot more hairy.

       I came to know later that this was not just for me. He liked it too.

       Finally, he pushed me away.

       “Well,” he began. “Are we going to play nipple flicking all night or are you going to get me naked?”

       I laughed, “You naked I think.”

       I remembered that was where we were before and so my hands went to the belt of his shorts. The belt was loosened, the catch undid and the zipper down as his shorts just fell away from him. Now I noticed the modern style undies he was wearing. Tight not like the normal shorts men wear here. My hand went to the bulge in front and I was feeling him through the material. Feeling the nice shape of his cock as it was growing under my touch.

      This was nice to feel but soon I developed the desire to see him too. I was kneeling with my hands went for his hips to take his pants down each side. I pulled at them, pulling them down to reveal more and more of the last of him. I was taking my time, enjoying the slow revealing of him. First, his hair, then a part of cock came into view. Another pull and almost the whole of him with the head still caught under the material.

       I looked up and him and saw him smiling to me. Then my attention returned to his cock. Another tiny pull and he was revealed to me, the head springing out as he was released. Oh, he had a nice one. This girl liked everything about him, the shape, the colour and even the size. Not too big but not small too.

       I couldn’t resist. I had to take him within my hands. First, my hand took his shaft with my fingers wrapping around. I held him out to observe him. I could look at the head of him and the sudden idea came, ‘I wonder how that will feel pressing into me?’ This gave my body a surge of excitement.

       I leant forward for him while holding with my hand and the tongue of mine meeting to his cock. First just lightly to the head then more around and over it. It may surprise to you but I was enjoying this. My eyes closed so I could focus and feeling him with my tongue. Licking over him, around the head and the narrow below. Even I ventured onto the shaft part too.

       He gave a deeply moan from the throat. This was sexy for my hearing.

       I had my eyes open again. Watching to his face as my lips opened for him. I felt him enter me. My lips closed to wrap around him as I began moving my head. Yes, it was like him fucking me with me doing the moving. I began to give sucking to him and my hand was pumping the shaft of him.

       I know from his face and the gentle gasps and moaning he became to enjoy this. I was happy I could get this response and I made my mind to make him cum this way. Yes, I would be happy to have him cum, even into my mouth too.

       But no, he stopped me!

       “Why?”

       “Let’s get Kalki naked now,” he said, pushing my head away.

       I looked up at him a bit surprised. I was expecting to make him cum with the sucking.

       “Stand up,” he said, pulling at me.

       This girl stood before him now still naked above the waist. His hands reached for my sari skirt. He knew what to do. Just where to find the tie tucked in under the skirt to the side. I was first surprised he knew but then I remembered these fellows had undressed Indian girls in the stories before. So were knowing what they were doing. This naughty fellow knew.

        My skirt fell away and his hand went straight for my pussy, feeling her through the material of my panties. They were not the sexy type because that morning I was unknowing I would be stripping my clothing for him. His fingers felt good for me. They soon found the swollen lips and pressed into them. He would know of my desires for him now, how open and wet I was even through my panties.

        Then came the time he was removing them. He kneeled down in front of me. I knew all of me was about to be revealed. The first time this man had seen all of me, seen to all of my body naked. This idea wasn’t scary for me but rather very sexy. It was like, I wanted him to see all of me and soon the panties were gone so he could.

        Kneeling like that he was looking directly to my pussy area. He touched me again. Not much like before through my panties. Just a quick rub actually before he stood up and taking my hand he led me to the bed. This girl knew the time for sex had come.

       Being with him naked on the bed I was excited but also nervous. What would this man be like? Would I please him? Yes, you are probably thinking, this is silly thinking but I know of this too. I had been with other men in the last year and always it had been good. Different of course but always I had responded well and they to me also. So why would this with Peter be different? He had a cock I liked; I had my pussy so why should it not be the same.

       I made my mind to take the lead. This was bold of me, more boldly than normal but by that time I was highly sexually excited for him. Mandara did say different rules for them, so my mind made different rules for me also.

       I rolled towards him, pressing him from his side to his back. My body was pressed against him with my hand on his chest and my thigh over his thigh. This was a very intimate position for both of us as it brought the sexual areas of our bodies within contact. But that was what I intended for.

       “How do we do this?” I asked.

       “You’re doing pretty well already,” he replied.

       I realised he was allowing me, even encouraging me to continue which I thought being unusual for a man. So I did continue, first running my hands over his chest and body before going lower over his body and lower to find the hardness of his cock. Yes, he was still hard, well why not? After all, we were naked on the bed together. If I was sexually excited than why he should not be too?

       I gently rubbed at and stroked over his cock, while I watched his face, watching his eyes of a reaction. It wasn’t long before I found it too. A slight smile on his face then his eyes closed.

       “Ohhhhh……” he moaned.

       I smiled to this. Yes, I knew I was getting to him. I bent forward bringing my mouth to his tiny man nipple. Taking it between my lips and sucking on to it. His hand came up to hold my head now while his other arm was around me, holding me.

       When I changed to the other man-nipple I had to reach further being much of my body front against him. It was like, I was half on top of him now. He liked this and so I played with each nipple doing with sucking and licking over them. 

       I realised he was ready for me now and so I sat up with a leg going each side of his. In front of me my hands, both hands returned to his cock. I was taking it and hold him with a bit of rubbing to keep him hot.

       Yes, I confirmed he was ready and moved up closer until my pussy was in line with his cock. I was just getting ready to sitting down on him when he interrupted me.

       “Not yet, Kalki. I want to taste that pussy first.”

       I Looked up at him, a bit surprised. He kept doing that! Interrupting me like that. But each time had been good so I allowed him again.

       “Let me eat you,” he explained. “Get you wet and ready.”

       I realised what he was asking. “OK.”

       I moved up along his body until I could bring my pussy to contact his mouth. Oh, he was the good pussy eater too. Knew just what my pussy, she enjoys. I was sitting upright looking down at him. My pussy was pressed against his face so he could eat without lifting the head from the bed cushion. I was looking at my pussy and looking at his face, well only the top part of his face. I could see his nose almost touching where my clitty lives and his tongue probing and pushing at my lips.

       His hands came up over the thighs and fingers reaching into my pussy. I saw him open me and felt it too. I saw his tongue go in and felt this one too. Oh against the soft sensitive flesh of my inner lips this was so good. The feelings were developing strongly now. He licked at me, sticking the tongue into me deeply. He sucked at me, taking the flesh of my outer lips to pull at me and sucking. I was feeling so sexy now with what this man was doing within my pussy.

       His hands moved higher. He pulled me open there. My excited clitty felt the coolness of being exposed for a moment before his tongue contacted her. Oh, that was so good for me. The feelings burst from there and filled my mind with the intense pleasure of a full orgasm. 

       "I'm sorry," I said afterwards.
       "Why sorry?"
       "I cum before you."
       "No honey, don't be sorry. It was beautiful to watch you."
       I smiled thanks down to him.

       Now came the time for the love-games. I was wet and juicy from his licking and my cum. He was hard for me too. I reach for him, my hands, both hands wrapping around him and holding him upright. I shuffled up until my pussy was directly in line with him and then I bent my knees further until his cock head made contact with my pussy.

        Yes, I felt that. I couldn’t help a gasp escaping from me. Holding him steady I pressed down. I felt him there. His head was pushing into me. Yes, actually he was opening me, my pussy lips moulding around him. Now the head was inside him and the beginning of his shaft. I pulled back a bit until he almost slipped from me and pressed down again. This time I was taking more of him. A few more tries with me wetting him further each time and I let him all the way in. I love this. The cock deep inside me. Yes, I can feel a man like this. What girl can’t? It’s different to any feeling my pussy can have with her so full like that. But I must explain not a bad feeling in any way.

        Now we began the fucking. It was me fucking because it was me doing the moving. The hardness of him, first deep inside me then second almost out. I plunged on to him again and taking him deep again. It was hot sexy love-games we were taking.

       I looked to his face and saw he was enjoying. I was mildly surprised he had not grabbed for my breasts who were open in front of him now. I reached for his hand bringing it to my nipple. The other hand followed to the other nipple. This became even more sexy for both us.

       Of course, while the breasts and nipples playing was going on, I was still fucking to him. Each time my body plunged into him, taking him deeply inside me.

       It was good fucking and I came to realise I was enjoying this. You know of this, enjoying it in the sexual ways. I was looking to his face and reading what he was enjoying too. Now my mind was turning to the cumming. Both for him first and then for me. I made my mind I wanted his cum into me first until I could follow just behind him. But sex does never do as you plan. My cum hit to me first, so strongly I lost the fucking, falling forward on top of him.

        When I came to my senses I was shocking that I would do such a terrible thing again. I had cum for myself and not even allowed him. But then I felt his cock, who was still inside me, giving the last jerks of his orgasm. I felt happy now in knowing he had made a cum too. 

       The sex that way had been great for both of us. I think the sexual had been building even before they arrived in India. Now it had the chance to release itself, it had been powerful. Within each, powerful explosions of pleasure, the pleasure of orgasms.

       We had relaxed and rested for a while and now the desire was building again. When he was ready, I myself, was ready also. There was no discussing of this, it was just he rolled over against me, on top of me and I knew this would be the next way we did it. He would be leading and controlling this time and I would be the one underneath following. This was not the problem for me as I was OK with it.

        There was that time, the beginning time of sex when he found me with his cock and entered into me. There was the press of him against me and the entry into me. With my wetness, there were no problems with this. Soon he was beginning the moving that is sexual for me, well actually for both of us.

        He was on top of me, his full weight mostly supported by my body. His head was close to mine, to one side. His chest was against my chest, my breasts sort of squashed, pressed sideways by his weight. My thighs were open, my legs flat against the bed to allow him and his lower body was down between them. It was the common sexual position while maybe my thighs were a bit wider than would be normally done by the girl. Maybe I was more welcoming in the shape of my position.

        Now he was moving, his hips moving, raising and lowering, driving his strong cock which was sliding in and out. Yes, I was feeling all that, very conscious of all that. That is what sex is about, feeling of the other person, feeling their body with you, from the head almost to the feet.

        Now the way his cock was going to me was getting me excited. I was enjoying this and began responding to him also. First I was with thrusting back to him but then my legs raised and wrapped around him. This was now making him going so deeply within me and we were both enjoying to this. His thrusting became more excited as he pressed deeply into me and pulled almost out. Now his moving was fast and more powerful to me and I knew the end was getting close.

        For me, it was the feelings within me. The build up of sexual energy and excitement. It started with the rubbing feelings within my pussy and continued by moving higher to my clitty. At that time, I knew my orgasm would come but it was early yet. The feeling with all over my pussy was telling my enjoyment of him. For Peter, it was first his increase in speed and energy, then I noticed the change in his breathing. He was faster, more deep gasps than breaths now. I know my breathing was up faster too.

        Then came the time for my climax. It was another strong one who burst upon me and filled my mind with the feelings created by my body. The peak was not so long before I was over and more relaxed as my legs slipped from around him and fell flat to the bed.

        Now my plan was for him. I wanted him to enjoy also. My legs were moved closer so his thighs were partly on mine then his thighs slipped off the outside of mine. This pulled my thighs together making my pussy area tighter for him. He continued with his work, the strong thrusting, driving the hardness of his man part deep into me. He was close now. I knew it was soon. I was humping, like thrusting my pelvis up towards him, working in time to meet each thrust from him.

       Then he broke his timing. Thrusting, but without power and out of time. This was it, I was knowing, I did what I could to help him but maybe that was not required as now he was into his orgasm. It must have been a good one too. I love to feel the responding of a man’s body as he makes a cum. He is so strong and you can feel the full power of him. With Peter, this was very apparent to me.

       Now we relaxed, still in that position with him still in me. I waited, feeling the last jerking of his cock as he delivered the last of his man-juice into me. Then it was over and he rolled off to lie on his back beside me.

       “That was good,” I said.

       He was breathless to reply. He just reached for my hand and gave it a squeeze.

       I waited beside him, listening to him recovering. Finally, he was ready to talk.

       “Oh, wow!”

       I giggled at that.

       “That was some fuck,” he said. “You are good, Kalki.”

       I was pleased with that. I was pleased that I was able to please this man like that. Yes, I know I can usually please my man Hamza, but also doing it with someone I hardly knew was good too.

       I was still holding his hand which I squeezed saying, “You were good too, Peter.” 
       This girl was happy.  

Hi it is Hamza again,

       My wife, Kalki, has full explained her time with Peter but also there was my time with Jenny. She was a smaller girl and I did wonder how it would be because my wife is not much shorter than me. I was attracted to Jenny, I liked the way she talked, I was attracted by her openness and directness. She knew what she wanted and was not scared to say. I am not used to this in a woman. This was new for me and I couldn't resist being attracted by it.

        From the moment I saw her naked in the shower room, I was attracted by her body too. She looked good in clothing but also looked good naked. Considering she had children she still looked good in her body shape.

        When we were on to the bed, I was happy to take my time and explore Jenny’s body. Yes, I fully admit, the idea of making love-games with a white woman was attractive to me. I was also interested in the parts how she was different to an Indian woman. Sure the same parts, breasts and pussy were there but there were many things different too. Maybe, the main attraction is her skin colour. Where the body shades of an Indian woman are darker browns through to black the body of this woman was from white through to pink. Yes, there was some lighter tanning on her arms and parts exposed to the sun.

        Since joining the Letters Team it had been an interesting time and I had experienced a variety of sexual partners. There was the almost gentle controlled sex of Mandara leading a slow build-up to powerful orgasms. There was the wild, the almost struggle for dominance when I was with Amita and Hansini. I had been warned of this when these two got together. Rather than fight it as the men from New Zealand did, Mootie counselled me to just go with it. Once they realised I wasn’t fighting they settled down to do some good sex. My first had been my friend’s wife Sairu. It had been almost like two virgins getting together for the first time but once the nervous was gone that went well too. Now I wondered what being with Jenny would bring.

       My wife, Kalki, was a lot younger, only 22 while I am 27. I thought Jenny must be around ten years older than me. Where my wife is usually content to allow me to lead, (she didn’t with Peter), I found Jenny had the confidence and experience to demand what she wanted. Maybe this was a reflection of her culture too.

       The sex began with us together, naked on the bed. We were each exploring the other’s body, observing, touching and then becoming oral. She proved very skilled with the sucking of cock, doing a great job taking me to full orgasm. Meanwhile, I got to experience the delights of sucking her nipples and later sucking pussy, how do you say – eating the pussy. I was pleased she had done the orgasm as well.

       Then we were ready to take the sex. It was interesting in that we played with a few variations of me on top until she allowed me to take us to full orgasm. Yes, I said she allowed me because I felt all the way she was controlling the entire process. This girl had been sexually excited as she had cum a couple of times before I did.

       Later she was relaxed and said she had enough so we did it with the doggy style which was sexy for me. I gave her my third big cum for the evening which for me even was a good performance. This is where we relaxed into sleep.

       Next morning was early and I awoke to find her active and playing with my body. Already my cock was well to being hardened. Now she did it all her way with her sitting on top of me like she was riding me. I did go in very deeply which made me wonder how her little body could take so much. When I referred to this she laughed.

       Opening her mouth she said, “Can you see your cock?”

       This shows another part I like with Jenny. There was a sense of fun and comedy injected into the love making. This was not bad or overdone, just made it that little bit better for me, well for us both.

       For us, the love-making finished in the shower. Yes, we were there together, again and again, her hands were like magic all over my body. Now I also enjoyed my hands over her, washing and feeling of her which was different to the first time the day before.

       We dried and got dressed to find Peter and Kalki in the kitchen waiting for us. Peter was cooking a breakfast while my wife sat on the bench watching him. She informed to me that he was cooking her a special breakfast so this time I decided to allow things the way they were.

       Jenny and I sat at the dining table, watching and listened to their talk as he prepared the food. I was mildly surprised at my wife being so cheeky to him. When I enquired how their night went she replied for them.

       “He was OK,” she began. “With a bit of practice, he might make good.”
       "Might make?" he asked turning towards her.
       "Yes," she giggled. "Might make OK."
       “Hey!” he goes reaching to hit her leg.

       She laughs and jumps from the bench in time, escaping from him, daring him for being so slow.

       When he returned his attentions to his cooking, she stepped up behind him again and smacked him on his behind. He turns to go for her but she was gone, running around to join us with him after her.

       “Don’t burn the food,” she laughed to him.

       “I’ll get you later, Kalki.”

       “No, you won’t. You are too slow.”
       "Oh, I will, cheeky girl!"

       She was playing like a school girl, teasing him. That was absolutely cheeky but I noticed he was enjoying the fun as much as her. I, myself, thought it was a bit fun too, sexy even. I made my mind that maybe I should loosen up more and play with her too. She is still only young and might enjoy this from me too.

       I notice since then, in the bedroom Kalki has been most assertive and cheeky to me. It is only a bedroom thing but I must be honest and admitting that I find it a bit exciting and sexy. Kalki is a very mild girl, almost you would call shy. Now here she was showing me a new bold personality when we play the love-games.

      

Kalki again.

       There is one last part to be told now who is not sexy but Amita has told me will be important to fit with previous stories in the Letters books.

       Next day, when we went to Amita’s house her son discovered the twins were staying with us. It appears he likes them and was asking to visit. So soon a car pulled up and Amita had arrived with Steven/Vishva. She had brought him over to play.

      Well, he rushed off to play with the twins and soon Amita left. She informed me that if he became upset I must ring her but for the afternoon he was happy playing games with the two little blonde girls. Later I asked Steven if he was ready to go home. To my surprise, he asked if he could sleep at our house. Jenny said we’d be able to look after him so I rang to ask Amita. She agreed but again told me just to ring at any time if she needed to come collect him.

      I went to find the children and tell them Steve could stay the night. They were playing with the toys in our hall (lounge).

      The girl with the ribbon said, “Can he say the whole night?”

      “Yes Kirsten, he can,” I replied.

      All three of them began to giggle which left me wondering what the joke was.

      Then Jenny behind me said, “Carol, take that ribbon off, now!”

      “Mummy we were only teasing.”

      “I’ve told you before. Don’t do that.”

      “But it’s funny,” the other girl said.

      “No, it's not!” Jenny scolded them. “If you do it again, Steven is going home.”

      “No Mummy…..” the real Kirsten said.

      “…..we’ll be good,” her sister added.

      I suddenly remembered from the Stories that they’d tried that trick on Mega in New Zealand too. I also wondered if Steven was able to tell them apart. He seemed to be able to and Jenny could too. I wondered what the secret was.

      Well, it was getting late and we’d been talking with Peter and Jenny. It was then Jenny noticed the kids were very quiet.

     “I better go check on the kids,” she informed.

     “I’ll come too,” I said.

     When went into the bedroom to find they had gone to bed, there was this little brown head with a blonde head each side.

       “That is surprising,” Jenny said.

        “What?” I asked, thinking she was meaning they had put themselves to bed.

       “They never sleep apart like that.”

       Then she leant closer. “Look at this,” she said pulling the sheet back.

       Steven was wearing pink pyjamas.

       “That is Kirsten’s,” Jenny said.

       It seems when it came time to go asleep they discovered Steven had not brought his sleeping things. Kristen, being the very resourceful one, had found something for him to wear. It looked so cute and Jenny took a photo without waking them, to show Amita.    

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