Story 74 Part B Fun in the Guest House.

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Part B – What Jeevan and I Did Together.

        Jeevan followed me up to the bedroom. We both just wore bathrobes since we’d come directly from the spa pool. I threw mine off, allowing it to fall to the floor as I jumped on the bed. I lay back against the pillow watching him. What happened next was a surprise for me.
        Taking a small bag he disappeared into the bathroom. Before long I heard he was cleaning his teeth! A bit later he returned and sat down at the dresser. I could see he was watching me so my hands moved to my breasts, to my nipples. But he didn’t make a move towards me instead, continuing to brush his hair. I now decided to take things further as my hand moved to my pussy, stroking it, opening my lips, showing him how ready I was for him. But although he was watching me in the mirror he still didn’t get up. It almost looked like he was preparing to go out rather than preparing to go to bed. That thought made me laugh.
        He looked up at me in the mirror when he heard that.
        “What?” he asked.
        “Oh nothing,” I replied. “Just watching you.”
        “Won’t be long. I’m almost finished.”

        By now I was becoming a bit frustrated that he was taking too long. It was almost like he was stalling. “Do you need to do all that?” I asked.
        “I believe the sex experience should be as pleasurable as possible. Since appearance is important I like to prepare first.”
        Suddenly I felt a bit guilty. Here I was just flopped on the bed almost making fun of him while he was going to all this trouble. All this trouble for me, for my sake, for my added pleasure. He stood up, took the robe off and carefully folded it. He placed it on the chair he’d been sitting on. Then he picked up my robe and did the same.
        “Sorry,” I said. “I should have done that.”
        “No it is all right,” he replied.
        When he came to the bed he climbed up beside me. I reached for him to hold him and he rolled over to me. As his face came close to me I noticed something different to how he had been in the spa. There was a mint scent on his breath and something else about him too. I realised he had put some sort of after-shave on too. He had shaved his face so it was now smooth. I knew this was part of his improving the experience for me. He had done all this for me! And I had done nothing! It made me feel bad being shown up like that.
        But then my thoughts were drawn elsewhere. He nibbled at my ear which I always like a man doing, then he moved down onto my neck. I noticed he didn’t attempt to kiss me although I had expected it since he had gone to the trouble of cleaning his teeth. He was kissing and nibbling at my neck. Nothing like a love bite, just a nibbling with his lips.
        As he did this I reached down for his penis and discovered its erection. He allowed me to touch him for a few moments, playing with him until his hand came down and rested on mine.
        “Leave me,” he said. “Let’s concentrate on Amita first. You can do for Jeevan later.”
        It surprised me he said that. I stopped what I was doing but was still holding him. Now I wasn’t sure what to do, what he expected of me. My confusion must have shown on my face.
        “It's alright, Amita,” he said gently taking my hand away. “Let me lead you tonight.”
        I realised he was politely telling me we would do things his way. I smiled as I moved my hand away and lay back to allow him to continue. His hands are moving over my body. It was partly like a massage but without any oil. It was also partly just erotic touching and feeling too since he mainly concentrated on my more sensitive and erotic parts. Partly he was using the tips of his fingers; partly he was stroking me; partly he was running across my body with the backs of his fingernails.
        First, his hands touched the swell of my breasts, running to their peaks with the hard erect nubs of my nipples. I closed my eyes at the feelings this created within my body. I could feel how he brushed his hand sideways so my nipple flicked between his fingers, stroked long slow movements around the swell of my breasts ending in a gentle pinch of my nipple or rubbing his finger around the dark rings without touching the central nipples. All were good; all were sexy, building my body to higher and higher states of arousal.
        Then while his hand gripped my breast, squeezing it to a sharper peak; his head came down to my nipple. My eyes were still closed so I could concentrate on the feelings being generated so I didn’t see this coming until his tongue touched my nipple. Doing that felt so good as it sent a shock through my body. After all that attention, my nipple was now so sensitive that it almost hurt. Now the soft wet touch of his tongue brought new pleasures I had not realised before.
        I wanted this to last forever but it was not to be. There was that moment of disappointment as he left my breasts, and then came the anticipation as he moved lower over my stomach. The fingers were brushing over my skin. It felt like he was using the tips of his fingers, the backs of his fingers so the nail brushed over the surface then the tongue was ready to follow. Both fingers and tongue spent time with the little button of my tummy before I felt a hand touch on my thigh.
        Now we were building towards the big climax where he would move to my pussy. In anticipation I allowed my thighs to open, making a way for him, exposing myself to him, and opening my pussy to him. But all this time my eyes remained closed so I could concentrate on what he was doing.

        I felt the hand on my thigh move higher towards my pussy. I also felt him move from beside me to down between my legs. There was a hand on my other thigh, fingers stroking me like he was doing on my first thigh. I wanted him to move high, move on to my pussy but he remained on my thighs. Impatiently I humped at him with my pelvis, trying to move his hands onto me but he remained just out of reach. He was teasing me, making me wait; frustrating me, building me at the same time, for what I knew was going to be thrilling. I humped my pussy at him again, harder this time.
        "Slow down Amita," he laughed. "Don't be so impatient."
        "But I want you!"
        I know you do. And you will get what you want. More than enough of me but let's enjoy the anticipation first."
        He made sense, waiting, taking it slowly did build my desires for him. I knew it would make it better for both of us but inside I still struggled with the temptation to rush forward. I still wanted him inside me.
        Finally, they made their move. His two hands moved. They finally reached for my pussy. One found the wet slot of my cunt running up the outside of my lips, gently stroking me there, his fingers causing the lips to swell and open. The other hand reached to the top, where my clit was still buried under its hood and gently squeezed me there. This brought direct contact with the clit inside sending a sensation like an electric shock through my body.
        It was so powerful a deep moan escaped my lips as my whole lower body bucked at him.
        He chuckled at that, "You're a little wild cat tonight, Amita."
        I moaned again.
        This treatment continued. Both hands worked on my pussy almost as if it was two different people. Both hands working on me, two sets of fingers steadily getting me more and more excited. By now I must have been dripping cum juice. I could feel it running down between the cheeks of my arse. I thought we would need to change these sheets afterwards before he pulled my mind back to what he was doing.
        I felt his fingers gently pulling my lips open. From the position I knew I must have been so exposed to him. So open to his view and touch but now with my pussy lips pulled apart I was even more open. That thought sent a shudder of pleasure through my body.
        Then something surprising happened. He blew on my there, the warm air of his breath touching parts which usually aren’t exposed to the air. The contact of his breath on these sensitive parts sent another shudder of pleasure through my body.
        Now he moved closer. I felt something warm and wet touch me. Something warm, something wet, pressing into me. Something pressing between my lips and inside to my exposed pussy parts. He licked up the whole length of me, touching me in places I never knew a tongue could touch. It felt so good.
        I reached down to hold his head against me as he continued working on me with his tongue. He was slow, taking long slow licks up the open length of my slot. But it was effective. It was building my state of arousal. It was at this moment I realised my orgasm was now fast approaching.
        I humped my pelvis at him pressing my pussy hard against his face. I couldn’t help it; it was the automatic response to what he was doing to me. By now I was moaning almost continually it was just feeling so good what he was doing to me. My body was squirming under him, my pelvis humping back at him. But his strong hands gripped my hips and held me down so he could continue.
        Finally, it happened. I felt the cheeks of my bum clench, my body stiffen as my orgasm burst onto me. The feelings, powerful sensations started at my clit and surged through my body making me arch my back, making me cry out. It was powerful, it was good and like you once said, Shanti, it was mind-blowing.
        Now he had pulled open the top end of my slot giving his tongue direct contact to my clit. He licked at it and then bent forward to suck on it while I bucked around beneath him. I was crying out, I was moaning, now crying out again but still, it continued. It went on and on for what seemed like ages but it was only a few moments really.
        At last, he moved lower down. His fingers allowed my lips to close as he finished me off with gentle licks along the length of my cunt. It was a nice way to finish and it gently brought me back down to normal again. I opened my eyes and looked down at him. He was looking back at me.
        “Oh Jeevan, that was so good,” I gasped.
        He didn’t answer. He just smiled. He didn’t need to answer, he knew it already, knew he had rocked my boat. He knew exactly what he had done for me and how good it had been.
        He left my pussy and moved up beside me. His arm slipped under my head and I moved over to him placing my head on his shoulder while I recovered my breath and my body recovered from what it had just experienced.

        When it came to Jeevan I was interested in having a night with him. I remembered reading the comments you made about him Shanti. What a great lover he had turned out to be for you and so I was hoping he would be the same with me. And yes, he didn’t disappoint my expectations. Rather you would say he exceeded my expectations that time. And we hadn't even got to the sex yet.
        It seems Mandara and Jeevan must be used to this very slow relaxed way of doing sex and it seems like this could be very good too. I felt that in the sex with him he was slowing me, holding me back, and building me to heights of intensity which I had not expected.
        I asked Sarvesh later and he said he felt it was the same with Mandara. But he admitted that he ruined it a bit by jumping in too fast.
        So I am glad I had decided that for this night I would not be too dominant but rather allow him to lead and take me where he wanted to go. As I have just said above I had already been rewarded for this too.

        “How are we doing this?” he asked.
        “I am happy for you to decide, Jeevan,” I replied. “It's all been good so far.”
        I did not notice any of the shyness that you had found Shanti. His question had been direct and full of confidence. He conveyed the impression he was ready for me in any way I wanted. When his reply came it was with that same confidence.
        “We will do the normal way first with me on the top,” he told me. “Then you can try on top and show me how good you are.”
        ‘Show him how good I was?’ That brought me out of my dreamy state. Was that some sort of challenge? But I didn’t bother replying to that, instead just laying back to allow him to continue.
        When he climbed on to me it was a bit different because since I was taller than him his head only came up to my chin. But I wasn’t concerned because soon my mind became focused on what was happening to my pussy as he prepared to enter me.
        I felt him, the head of his cock press against me. I was wet, so wet that my pussy offered little resistance to him as he penetrated and pressed into me. I could feel him, feel him just inside me. I wanted him to go deeper. I wanted to feel the full length of him inside me but he held back. I humped against him showing him I wanted more, I was ready for more. Still, he held back, just making little jabs with his cock, just inside me. My groan of frustration was met with his reply.
        “Be patient Amita,” he said again. “Let’s take it slow.”
        I didn’t want slow. I wanted his cock, all the way in.
        "But I want you in me!"
        In my now growing frustration, I humped harder at him almost lifting my whole behind off the bed. This went deeper but as I fell back his cock remained just inside. I was wiggling around under him trying to get him deeper.
        "You are a little wild cat aren't you."
        I made a noise like a cat snarling as I humped at him again.
        But still, he held back.
        I moaned at him, and pleaded with him, gasping as I cried for more.
        “Do you want more,” he asked, teasing me.
        “Yes! Yes!”
        “What do you want more of?”
        “You!” I gasped. “I want your cock.”
        “How much do you want?”
        I humped hard at him again. “All of it,” I cried.
        “Ask me nicely”
        “Please! Please! I want your cock. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
        His reply was sudden. I felt him move to suddenly press into me. I felt his cock move, driving between my lips, pressing into me, going in deep. I gasped, then cried out at the thrill it caused my body.
        I knew he had gone in so deep. It felt so good too, I had been waiting for this. He began to thrust into me, fucking me with such force, I could feel my body being pressed into the bed beneath me with each stroke. I opened my legs wider, bringing them up to cross over his back. With my thighs gripping him he continued thrusting into my pussy.
        It was hard sex, rough sex and I knew a big turn-on for both of us. I was surprised at how intense it was as my body quickly responded to what was happening. I could feel my next cum beginning to rise in my body. I know it was coming quickly, coming like an express train and it was going to be a big one when it hit.
        My legs had slipped off him now and I was bucking around under him. Each powerful thrust he made was now met by one of my own, bringing our pelvis together with a crash. The thick, hard shaft pressed against my clit, rubbing the little hard knob as he moved, sending powerful sensations through my body.
        Then it hit me. I lost control of my lower body as my muscles tensed. The feeling burst over me making me cry out with such intense pleasure. But the peak lasted. He didn’t stop but kept thrusting at me, the shaft of his cock rubbing against my clit. Finally, I passed the peak and my body began to relax but it wasn’t over yet.
        With another few powerful strokes, he brought me to a new height, a new peak and I suddenly realised I was into my second orgasm. I wouldn’t have thought anything could be better than that first peak but this one was. Again my body tightened, again the feelings of orgasm bursting upon me and the pleasure was so perfect it almost knocked me out.
        For a moment I was left dazed, lightheaded, almost unsure what had happened but the man on top of me was still pounding into me, pulling my mind back to reality again. I realised he still hadn’t cum. I was now again thrusting back at him. My pelvis pressed to meet his again. It continued for a few more moments and began to get to me again. To my surprise, I suddenly knew that I was heading towards yet another orgasm. But this one was to be different.
        I heard Jeevan gasp, maybe more moan in my ear. I felt him break his rhythm and I knew he was about to cum. I took over the movements as much as I could but as he lost control he fell against me so my body was taking his full weight. But it didn’t matter because he was past the point of no return. I felt his body tense as his cock jerked. I knew he was cumming. I knew my pussy was being filled with his cum.
        It was that thought, that feeling that sent me into my third cum. This time it was a weak one, almost a gentle rolling motion compared to the intense ones before. A nice way to finish.

        We lay on the bed while we recovered. That had been some hot love-making session. I got my breath back quickly but looking down at myself I discovered I was soaking from my sweating. I was almost ready for another shower but there was something else I had to do before that.
        Jeevan had challenged me to make it as good for him as he had been so I was determined to make a good showing of myself.
        How well did I do?
        I’m going to hand over to Jeevan and let him tell you.

Hi from Jeevan:-
        Hi, everyone. I was surprised that Amita dragged me into this story writing too. She rang me and asked if she could come to the office to meet me. It was then that she asked me to contribute to the story. I had come to discover that my wife had visited the office a few times to work on her story with Sarvesh and so I agreed to help Amita too.
        Amita gave me her part of the story to read She had completed it to where she had taken over the love-making. That was where she was finishing so that was where I am expected to be starting. I must admit she helped me a lot with this too.

        The love-making we had made was good and I have come to know that Amita is very skilled within the bed. We had completed the first session and we were out of breath as I rolled off her. We lay together on the bed. Perhaps we shouldn’t have. We were both hot and sweaty on the sheets.
        We made some small talk and then I felt her reach over and touch me. I could feel my cock begin to stiffen under her fingers. My passion began to rise again. She now rolled onto her side so she could reach me better. Then to my surprise, as her hand continued working with my cock, she leant over to be close to me. I felt her face touch my face, her cheek touched my cheek and then she kissed me.
        This was not a simple kiss like a kiss on the cheek. This was far more intense, directly on the lips. I was surprised at first and not sure how I should be responding. I felt her tongue pressed to my lips and it was just natural to open them allowing her tongue to enter my mouth. The tongues were meeting with the dancing for each other. I did not think I could be kissing like this with anyone other than my dear Mandara. But I was doing it with this woman and I was enjoying too.
        She broke away from the kiss first with her head going to the side of my head, I felt her face close to the side of my head, her breath against my ear. Was she going to touch me on the ear? Yes, she was! I felt her lips contact me as they opened slightly to nibble my ear. I had done so many times for women but for some unknown reason never had it done to me. It felt good, it felt sexy and I closed my eyes to enjoy it while it lasted.
        But then she was on the move again. I felt her hair brushing over my body, across my chest and the excited points of my nipples Now her tongue traced with a line down my neck then her mouth opened to gently nibble at my neck. It was not a bite, more a sucking, taking my skin between her lips and sucking. That was good too, as good as the ear had been. I moaned with some pleasure of it.
        Now she was down on my chest. I felt her hair across my chest as she moved to my nipples. While she played with one with her fingers she sucked on the other. Then she changed doing the same to my other nipple while she fingered the first. I have never been too sensitive on my nipples but this was good. Amita was doing a great job. I was happy so far.
        Maybe I shouldn’t have challenged her by daring her to do better than me but I know she was determined to do it. I noticed there wasn’t the rush I had seen before. Now she was working slowly and steadily, moving from step to step as she built up my arousal. I think building her arousal as well. She was controlled; controlling me as well, reading the signals of my body before moving to the next stage. So I was surprised at this but pleased too. She seemed to have taken on board what I had done for her.
        Now she had moved lower. I felt her hand move to my erection, fingers lightly moving along his length until they came to the head. Yes, I was hard, very hard and ready for her again now. Her fingers moved over the helmet one fingertip finding the little slit at the top. She only played with me for a minute or so before moving to the next thing.
        Some hair brushed across my thigh and I knew her head must have been close to me now. Her hand had now moved down onto my shaft again and she was holding my cock upright. Then she touched me. At first, just the tip of her tongue, just a light flick rather than a firm contact but then it came again. This time her tongue contacted me and stayed in contact. The warm soft flesh of her tongue wrapped around my head, over it, around it as she prepared to take me into her mouth.
        When it came it was heaven. Her soft lips slide onto me, over the head of my cock as I slipped into her mouth. She didn’t take it all at first, just the head in her mouth, almost just between her lips. I realised she was holding back like I had done for her. She was going to build me slowly rather than rushing things. I was happy with this, happy that it would be better for both of us and happy that she had learnt from me.
        She gave me only a few minutes of this, her tongue licking around the head of my cock while she gently sucked me, and then she took me deeper into her mouth. Now the sucking became more intense and her hand was pumping my shaft while the other hand held and gently squeezed my balls.
        She was good at this. Really good! I knew it would not be very long until she caused a reaction. I was unsure if this was what she planned as the main event or as just a warming-up. I felt I should warn her that too much more of what she was doing and I would cum. But I should have known Amita was ahead of me. While she was giving me this lovely sucking she was watching me, watching my body, watching my face. She knew what she was doing to me and knew when it was time to stop. She pulled back off me and I experienced a moment’s disappointment as I slipped out of her mouth.
        “There Jeevan,” she whispered. “Now you are nice and hot for me.”
        I didn’t reply. I felt there was no need. Yes, I was hot for her, she had done very well. And she knew it too!
        She moved up my body until she was sitting over my cock with a leg on each side of me. I was watching her face as she reached down to take my cock, guiding it to her pussy lips. I was interested in watching a woman filling her pussy with my cock. The look on her face, the look of concentration as she did this. I felt the wetness of her pussy against my cock. The pressing as her pussy lips resisted me for a moment but with her weight pressing down against me soon the lips gave way and I slipped inside. Then came that smile of satisfaction as she lowered her body further and I slipped in deeper.
        I felt her begin to move. Long slow movements of her hips caused my cock to slide in and out as her pussy moved backwards and forwards against me. It was slow, it was nice and I knew that again she was taking it easy, going slowly as we both began to build our passions again. I knew she was doing a great job and this was going to be an intense session for both of us when it happened.
        The building of feelings in my body was growing now and I could not help allowing a gentle moan to escape my lips. I think this might have been a warning to her for it was time to take things further. She began to move faster. Still the same motion, still the same contact between my cock and her pussy but only now a bit faster. As I was there just letting her work, she was watching me intently. The feelings were building and it was at this point I knew I would cum.
        I gave a little hump at her, my cock pressing deeper. She responded to this by increasing her speed even more. Now she was pressing harder against me. It felt like now I might have been making contact with her clit as she was now leaning slightly forward, pressing back against my cock shaft. I felt it was time to help her now. I began to pump back at her using the spring of the bed to push up to meet each of her downward thrusts, each time my pelvis pressed against hers.
        Her eyes closed and I knew she was almost there. I pressed harder at her and suddenly she fell forward against me. This was the position we finished in. When my cum finally arrived I felt it rushing from my cock, bursting out, filling her pussy again. I think she was aware of this because she pressed harder against me, taking me as deep as possible inside her. As I began to relax she started pumping my cock again, her clit rubbing against my shaft. It took her only a moment to bring herself off and I felt the shudder of her body as she climaxed too. Then her body relaxed as I felt her full weight against me.

        Afterwards, we got up and had a quick shower together. Yes, we were both together but this was not so much sexy as washing each other. Soon we were out of the shower and back in the bedroom. As I lay in bed beside her I looked over at my watch and noticed the time. It was almost 2 am now and we knew we needed to get some sleep.
        I moved over and she moved against me. It felt a bit funny, almost like she was holding me rather than I was holding her, but it was comfortable and soon we drifted into a deep sleep.
        Sometime during the night, we must have changed positions because I awoke to find I was lying on my side with my back against her back.

        In the morning we woke up late. I woke first and I rolled over to lie on my side watching the woman next to me. As I had moved she rolled to her back. I remember that once I had done something similar with another woman, with you Shanti while I reflected on the woman I had spent the night with, and had good sex with. Now with Amita, she was different once again, unlike my wife Mandara and also unlike you Shanti.
        She was now lying on her back as she finished her sleep. I could look at her face, her eyes, of course, were closed, and so was her mouth as she breathed through her nose. A curl of hair had fallen down across her forehead almost to her eyes. I was tempted to move it but I knew it might wake her which I didn’t want to do at that moment.
        I have always liked Amita. I had first met her many years ago when my friend Sarvesh had married her. Like most marriages back then it was an arranged one between two important families. They were both well off but neither anywhere near as rich as I knew Sarvesh must be now. I knew Amita had been good for Sarvesh, always behind him, always supporting him as his business empire had grown. My little rice business had done alright, given us a living, but nothing like Sarvesh had done. It always surprised Mandara and me that we had remained close friends with them and they had always treated us as equals. Whenever we would visit their house Amita always made us feel so welcome and she had become good friends with my wife too.
        With the warmth of the night, we hadn’t bothered to cover ourselves so her whole body was exposed to me. As I watched her, she lay there in her sleep. I could see her breasts slowly rising and falling as she breathed. Amita has smaller breasts almost to the stage where she didn’t need to wear a bra for support. They were crowned with lovely nipples, not with the large rings around like Mandara’s nipples but still lovely to see.
        The rest of her body was slim, almost straight and boyish as she hardly had a hip like most girls and she was tall too. Taller than me, she was almost as tall as Sarvesh. I noticed her belly was not flat but slightly raised. I remembered she was with child. It was early on, not noticeable with her clothes on but I could see now. I wondered that we should have been so intense last night but maybe it was OK, she was still early in her pregnancy.
        Lower between her thighs was that sexy pussy, not full like most Indian girls but bushy down the centre without spreading wide at the top. It amazes me how different girl's pussies can be. I have seen a few now, both the girls here and you girls in New Zealand and always they are beautiful to see.
        Finally, my hand moved. I reached to her forehead, catching that stray tuft of hair with my fingertip moving it back to its proper place.
        She felt that and murmured. Her breathing changed and I knew she was beginning to wake up. This I like as well, to watch a woman going through the waking-up phases. With Amita, she woke up and was alert very quickly whereas with my wife Mandara, she likes to take her time in waking up. We are all so different, aren’t we?
        “Hello lover,” she smiled up at me.
        “Good morning Amita. I hope you are rested for this morning,” I replied.
        She was on to that one when she asked, “Why?”
        “For the sexy fun, we are having this morning.”
        “Oh Jeevan, this is a nice surprise.”
        I thought that was a bit funny because, in all the letters I had seen, sex had been in the morning again so I was wondering why with us it would be a surprise. But I never said anything.
        I was also surprised that she quickly took the lead. Some of these girls can be very strong-willed I am discovering. You Shanti, of course, are one of those but I find Amita is too but she does not appear to be when Sarvesh is there. I will not go into the details of this session except to let you know the list of what we did.
        Amita rolled over and after a bit of hugging to get us interested, she went to give the good suck of me once again. She is good at this and was good with me also. The procedure went all the way until I made the cum within her mouth.
        Then after some more touching, feeling and kissing our necks we suddenly found we were ready to go again. Before I knew she was on top of me and sitting with her legs on each side of me. She was reached down onto my cock and was rubbing the shaft and around the head. This was making me very hard for her and when she knew I had enough she move forward so the pussy was in the position. Her hands guided me to enter her. The sex which followed was hot, uncontrolled and a little bit exciting too. The reaction I was having was to cum within her and she was having the same reaction too. It was both good and we were happy with this.

         Mandara and Sarvesh were awake and up, drinking coffee when we came down the stairs. She came over to me giving me a hug and asking how my night was. I was explaining it was good and very enjoyable and she was explaining it was the same thing too.
        When we went into the big house there was the breakfast completed for us. Katrina was organised with the other two couples and everything was ready. I know this was a surprise for Amita but it was a good surprise.

                Now go on to the third part of this story.,
                        Amita.

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