The Long Weekend - 3
This is part of an ongoing story series The Long Weekend. If you haven’t read the first two parts, I strongly recommend you reading the first two parts. Happy Reading!
Previously
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Manan brought himself closer to her, facing her crotch. He ran his fingers across her pubic hair. Ishita had let her hair grow a little, just the way he liked it. She was intently looking down at him. She looked beautiful against the glass wall, against the sun, naked, her legs a little wide apart, her breasts firm and her nipples hardening quickly. He brought his face closer to her pussy. The moist wet musky scent of her pussy filled his nostrils. Manan buried his noise against her crotch, and struck his tongue out, and started flicking it against her clit. He adjusted himself a little, arching his neck, to go under her. And then, he started eating her.
Later, when they were lying in the bed naked, blissfully tired from the sucking, the fingering and the sex, Ishita said, “I thought you were going to fuck me against that glass.”
Manan chuckled, but kept quiet. He was circling Ishita’s nipple with his finger, feeling up the rough part of her areolas. He was quiet because he was thinking, thinking about how different the sex felt that afternoon. His tongue still had the taste of her pussy. When she had cum while standing against the glass wall, she had moaned loudly, a continuous moan, which seemed last forever. She had pushed his head against her pussy, as her naked body had twitched and shivered. Manan could hardly see anything, except for her breasts moving with her body.
When he got up on his feet, he took her hand and walked her to the bed. He had made her sit by the bed, resting her back against the edge of the bed. Ishita had started on her knees, but when Manan started fucking her throat, by placing one of his feet up on the edge of the bed, she had to sit on the floor to take it. She spread her legs and touched herself, her pussy still sensitive from cumming before.
As Manan fucked her mouth, grunting and panting, he closed his eyes. He was entirely hard by then, but he liked hearing her moans, and liked feeling his balls crash against her chin. But there was something else. As he closed his eyes, the face of Aditi flashed in front of him. He tried to ignore it, but the more he thrust his dick inside Ishita, the more he imagined Aditi’s sweet mouth.
Her ass in those shorts flashed by his eyes. And then her bare midriff, and the way the seatbelt grazed against her bare skin. He threw his eyes open and moved away from Ishita. He had never come so close to cumming, while fucking her mouth. And he has never thought about another girl while inside her. Yes, he had been inside other women in front of her, he had seen Ishita moan while fucking other men, but when he was with her, it was always her.
Ishita was on the floor, panting for breath, as she rubbed herself. She had drooled so much, her entire neck was wet with her spit. She looked up and adjusted her glasses, which had gone crooked, and fogged up from all the hot face fucking. He gave her a hand and as she got up, and took her to bed. He was feeling guilty of he had thought. He was feeling guilty of how hard he was on her mouth. He went on top of her, and entered her gently.
He looked into her eyes, her glasses still smudged from his passion. He planted one of his hands around her shoulder, locking her in place, and he placed his other hand on her breast. He played with her nipple, rolling it in his fingers, as he drove his hips into her.
Ishita gasped at how deep and hard his thrusts were. He didn’t rush through it, all he wanted to do was connect with her, with each of his thrust. He drove inside her, and stayed buried as he looked at her face. She placed one of her hands on his chest, and with the other found her clit. Manan looked down and saw how vigorously she was rubbing herself.
As she got closer to cumming, her moans got louder. Manan knew that she wanted him to fuck her harder and quicker. But he just wanted to look at her face. Ishita tugged at his tee shirt with one hand, urging him to take it off. Manan obliged. He kept his dick inside her as he took his tee shirt off. He knew he was close, because his dick was pulsating inside her pussy, making even the tiniest of movement pleasure.
“Why did you pull out of my mouth?” Ishita said, her voice barely a whisper, as she rubbed herself.
“I was close very close,” Manan said.
Ishita wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled him onto her.
“It wouldn’t have been the first time you finished in my mouth,” she smacked her lips, “or my face.”
Their naked bodies squashed into each other, with their sexes joined. Ishita’s pussy was warm, but her body, being exposed for so long, felt cold. The contrast of hot and cold was too much to bear for Manan. So, he took his arms under Ishita’s back, raising her upper body a little, and started fucking her. Ishita moaned and twitched, as the first wave of pleasure washed over her body. She wrapped her legs around his hips, locking him in. Manan buried his face, his chin resting against her neck.
Ishita was right, it wouldn’t have been first time he finished inside her mouth. It was one of the few things which Ishita did only with Manan. She always had an uncanny sense of when he was close. One time, when stroking him, instead of letting him finish on her breasts, she had opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out. Manan had spurted out his cum almost instantly, with the first thick spurt landing on her palette. It had made Ishita flinch; she had closed her mouth and moved her face away. The second spurt had landed on her forehead, and some on her hair. Ishita had swallowed his cum, and had said, “I am not doing that for anyone else.”
He had stopped fucking Ishita’s face, because he couldn’t keep imagining Aditi and fucking Ishita’s face. He couldn’t keep imagining how her breasts will look without that tee shirt. He couldn’t imagine her posing for photos, with her ass pushed out, and that beautiful smile, her short hair framing the face beautifully. He was doing it again, when his eyes were closed, when his face was buried near Ishita’s neck.
“I know you are close,” Ishita said, panting, “Cum in my mouth.”
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Those words brought Manan so close, that he had to pull out of her. He had to use all his might to hold back his cum. Ishita moved swiftly, her naked body seemed possessed as she adjusted herself to come and suck his dick. Manan finally let himself go, as her warm, wet and eager mouth engulfed his dick. Manan looked down at her face, as he spurted inside her mouth. Her nose was buried in his crotch, her glasses fogged up, because whatever she breathed out hit his pubis and wet to her eyes. Ishita ran her tongue on his dickhead and collapsed her cheeks, sucking every drop of his cum, making Manan moan and groan.
After he finished cumming, he collapsed on the bed and closed her eyes. He felt Ishita crawling over his body, her hands caressing his entire body, her legs coming over his. Her bare breasts brushed against his chest. He opened his eyes, and Ishita was on top of him, as if she wanted to ride him. Manan touched his dick, but he was limp.
“That was different,” she said, caressing his nipples, and rubbing her bare pussy against his torso. Her breasts moved as she did it. She undid her hair, and let it loose. Manan stroked his limp dick, hoping that he found some hardness to enter her again, but that wasn’t possible for him.
Ishita saw that and chuckled, “I will go and shower.”
She got off him, and walked away, naked, her hips swaying as she walked. She entered the washroom, and didn’t bother pulling down the privacy curtain. He saw her take off her glasses and splash water on her face. Manan sighed, and pulled the blanket to go under it. He wished he hadn’t cum so soon. If only he had not kept thinking about the 21 year old in the next room, he would have lasted long enough for Ishita to ride him. He touched his dick, still sticky from his cum. He needed to shower too. He got out of the bed, and entered the bathroom.
Ishita saw him in the mirror. “Maybe we use the bathtub before shower,” he said.
As they waited for the tub to fill up, Ishita excused herself to the room. All this time, seeing her naked, and yet Manan’s heart always faster when he saw her move around casually naked, her ass had a natural bounce to it when she walked. And when she faced him, her perky breasts and dark nipples kept his attention. Manan watched her through the glass in the bathroom. She browsed through her phone, and typed something short on her phone, before asking him if he wanted something to drink.
“Anything,” Manan said, checking how hot the water was.
He watched her bend over to check the mini-fridge, her plum ass exposed, her breasts swaying a little as she looked around. Everything in the mini-fridge was unfairly expensive, but it was all worth it, seeing Ishita bend over. Manan touched his dick, wishing he could mount her like that. He was getting the blood back in his dick, but it was still far from being able to mount Ishita.
Ishita took a pint of beer out, and looked around to find a fat glass to pour some whisky. Manan smiled as he saw her eyeballing the drink. The tub was full enough for two people. He put the bubble soap in the water and got into the tub, and waited for Ishita. She walked in the bathroom with her beer and phone in one hand and a glass of whisky in another. Manan hoped that the whisky was smooth enough to be drunk neat. She handed the glass and her phone to him, and kept the pint of beer near the washbasin. She looked in the mirror, and tied her hair in a loose bun. Manan watched her breasts jiggle a little as she did it. Manan looked at the glass of whisky and sniffed it. It was rough, but it would sting much less when Ishita was with him, with her naked body on top of his.
Ishita stepped in the bathtub, with her back toward him. She lowered herself a little, placed her beer, and then held a handle and finally lowered herself. Manan watched him intently, seeing her naked ass lowering on to him, and then hitting the water, and finally, the feel of her skin on his dick. She lay back, and they adjusted themselves to get comfortable, her head was just below his chin.
Manan picked up his glass and she her beer, and they clinked their drinks. He sipped his whisky and cupped Ishita’s breast. She chuckled and picked up her phone. Before unlocking, she said, “I have something to tell you.”
When Ishita was done telling him what she wanted to say, Manan needed a cigarette. Since it was not around, he took a large swig of his whisky, and let everything sink in. It wasn’t entirely surprising what he had heard. He even expected some form of that happening, but the way in had unfolded left him a little shocked.
He was quickly pulled back to his senses when he felt Ishita stroking his dick. It was awkward in the tub, but he had gotten very hard, without him realizing.
“Is this because of what I told you?” Ishita put one of her leg out of the tub, to make room for stroking him. Manan moaned, as Ishita stroked him vigorously, her hand splashing the water. He splayed his legs a little wider, to let Ishita do it to him. Stroking him wasn’t necessary, because he was rock hard by then.
Ishita told him that right after she made that WhatsApp group, she had received a text from Kalpesh. It started out with innocent questions related to the trip, but soon Kalpesh began veering into flirting with her. It was nothing new for Ishita, and coming from a 21-year-old, she thought it to be harmless. Kalpesh told her something which Ishita already knew about Aditi and his relationship, that they didn’t have sex. They had spent nights together, and have slept naked, but Aditi wanted to wait for the actual sex. She had felt bad for Aditi, to see her boyfriend whom she loved with all her heart, try to score with Ishita.
Ishita told Manan that she wanted to talk about this with him, to ask Manan if she should tell Aditi the truth about her boyfriend. She decided that it was too much drama to discuss with Manan, so instead, she decided to tell Aditi about Kalpesh’s behavior. Ishita knew that sex would not make Aditi’s relationship better, because a guy like Kalpesh would always find one reason or another to cheat on her. She waited for a day, but that night, things got a little out of hand. Kalpesh sent her a photo of his dick.
It wasn’t her first unsolicited dick pic, but coming from someone, whom she will be seeing in a couple of days, made things awful. But there was something else though. Ishita knew that guys tend to play around with camera angles, making their dicks look longer and fatter than reality. But the picture which Kalpesh had sent, it was standing in front of a mirror, and with his hard dick in his hand. It didn’t look like a play of the angle. Ishita had seen, sucked and fucked many dicks in her life, but she had never seen something that big.
Curiosity got better of Ishita. She didn’t want to encourage Kalpesh toxic dick-pic-sending behaviour. So the next day, she tried to get Aditi talk about her boyfriend’s dick. It wasn’t easy, because Aditi kept shying away from Ishita’s indirect questions.
Aditi and Kalpesh touch each other frequently. Aditi said that he was good with his fingers, which Ishita doubted very much. Aditi would blow him and stroke him and make him cum. But then, when probed about what Aditi did for him, she finally told Ishita the real reason why she had said no to sex. It wasn’t because she was waiting to be married to Kalpesh. She wasn’t even sure that they will ever get married. It’s the sheer size of his dick, something which she could hardly past her mouth.
She was scared that her first time with Kalpesh, which will be her first time ever, will be so painful that she won’t survive it. Ishita had assured her that there was no such thing as a dick too big to take inside, that her vagina could deliver a baby, and that a big dick won’t scar her forever. Aditi had blushed and had changed the topic.
Ishita was wet after hearing from Aditi what she had suspected, that Kalpesh had a dick bigger than anything that Ishita had ever seen in her life. And unlike her 21-year-old virgin colleague, Ishita looked forward to play with it, to try to hold it in her hand, to feel how it would stretch her. She knew that it would be relatively easy to do it. All she needed to do was to tell Manan about it, and to invite Kalpesh to their place, or even to one of those parties, after this trip.
But that would mean betraying Aditi. Ishita was fond of Aditi. She saw her like a tiny bird, full of life and fluttering, and so innocent. And the fact that she was scared of a big dick, had made Ishita’s heart melt. So, in that bathtub, with Manan, she had asked him if they could make an exception to their rule of never letting colleagues into their bed. Ishita had gone further to tell Manan how it will come to be. She would text Kalpesh, telling her that she wanted to fuck him, but only if Aditi was in the room.
She would tell Kalpesh to make proposition to Aditi only when all four were present. Ishita was sure that in Kalpesh’s desperation he would make the proposition. What she didn’t tell Kalpesh was that, she would show Aditi their entire chat, once he made the proposition. From that point on, it was all a blank slate, to be marked by a chalk of raw sexual and emotional energy. That’s where Ishita stopped talking, and felt Manan’s dick hardened and had started stroking him.
Ishita got out of the tub, and said, “Let’s shower now.”
Manan gulped down his whisky, his mind buzzing with thoughts. Manan stood up, his dick hard and erect. Ishita glanced at it once before she took off her glasses and let her hair down. She extended her hand, and led him into the shower. She turned the shower on, the cold water splashed their bodies. It was slippery inside the shower compartment, so, Manan dragged the anti-slip mattress to be below Ishita’s feet. Ishita looked up to him, struggling to keep her eyes open, she smiled at him and held his dick. Manan reached down to kiss her lips, cold and wet from the water.
Ishita broke the kiss, squeezed his dick hard and asked him, “Should I text him?”
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Manan was quiet. They have been taken many intimate shower, in places of different sizes and comfort. Early on, Manan found out that being in shower was not as sexy as Manan had imagined to be, especially in hotel showers. The floor would be too slippery, the water numbed the senses, and then there was the size of the shower compartments. While those things varied from shower to shower, Ishita’s body under the shower was a constant sight of beauty.
Manan loved seeing the water trickle down the curves and crevices of her body. Her nipple would harden whenever under water, and her hair would be matted because of the wetness. He loved sucking her breasts under the shower, sipping in some of the shower water as he sucked her nipple as if it was coming from Ishita. But that day he wanted something different. He held her shoulders and turned her around, and pushed her back, encouraging her bend over.
Ishita turned around and bent over, grabbing the shower knobs for support. She wasn’t wet when she entered the shower, but being bent over like that, waiting to be mounted started making her excited. Manan ran his fingers along her pussy, finding her slit. And then he kept it parted as he aligned his dick, and started entering her. As in his dickhead entered her, Ishita moaned. She wasn’t her usual wet, with the lube only being the water on Manan’s dick. But Manan didn’t wait for her to adjust and he kept entering her. Ishita squealed, the noises reverberating through the bathroom. Ishita looked back to look at him. Manan’s face had hardened. He grabbed her waist, dug his fingers, to hold her as he started fucking him.
Ishita held onto the knobs tightly, squealing as she was fucked. The shower kept going, prickling her bare back with water. Her breasts swayed as Manan fucked her. Usually when mounted from behind, she would throw herself back at Manan. But that day, she didn’t want to. Manan felt harder inside her, his thrusts more urgent, and his grip on her waist more aggressive.
Soon, her squeals turned into moans, filling the bathroom. She heard Manan grunting too, with every thrust. To take the fucking, Ishita lowered her body, lowering her face below the level of the knobs, opening herself more. The water from the shower was trickling down her slanted back, finally following her chin and falling off her. That angle changed the place inside her pussy that Manan’s dick rubbed against. And it changed everything which Ishita felt. Her eyes went wide.
Manan kept fucking her, and her moans kept becoming louder and more frequent. Manan had a lot to think about. What he had heard at the bathtub meant a lot of different things. It meant that the woman, whom he loved, wanted to fuck a cheating dickhead, because she wanted to feel his dick inside her. From what Ishita had told him, the dick was so big that it made a girl scared of it. It also meant that he would be fucking that innocent girl. It also meant that, his dick wasn’t big enough to scare that same innocent girl. It also meant that even if they loved each other, they would want to fuck other people. But what he kept coming back to was Aditi’s face, and the way she posed for the photos. As he thought about Aditi on bed, with her legs wide apart for him, her short fair body bare to him, trembling as she waited to be entered for the first time, he fucked Ishita harder and harder. He clenched his eyes shut and grunted as he fucked Ishita.
And then suddenly Ishita broke away from him. It happened in one swift motion. Ishita squealed, and then pulled away from him, sitting on the bathroom floor, resting against the side wall. She folded her legs, burying her face into her knees, and raised her hands, as she trembled and shivered. Her body twitched and she mumbled indistinctly, her voice trembling.
Ishita had cum countless times in her life, but never had she trembled and cornered herself away from the man who made her cum. The places where Manan held her still burnt hot, her pussy was still pulsating from the fucking, and she would have never sat down on the floor of a hotel bathroom, naked. But there was nothing else she could do. She wasn’t sure if she would be able to balance herself while standing.
She had raised her hands and buried her face into her knees because she was sure that she couldn’t take more of his fucking. She didn’t know what made Manan fuck her like that. Was it because she wanted to be fucked by Kalpesh? Was it because he was looking forward to fucking Aditi? She didn’t know. She didn’t have to know. Whatever made him fuck her that way, she wished she got to be fucked like that again. Soon.
When she looked up from her knees, Manan was stroking his dick. He walked toward her, and stroked his dick a few times. He held her forehead and kept her face fixed. And then he came on her face. Ishita wanted to open her mouth, but she was too tired at that point. Manan’s cum landed on her eyes. She flinched, and closed her eyes, only to feel another spurt land on her cheek, and some on her cheek. Ishita tried to open her eyes but it stung. She extended her hand, from the shower which was still running, and splashed water on her face, to wipe his cum away.
Manan held her under the armpits and helped Ishita to her feet. He brought her under the shower, and handed her the liquid soap. As he watched her lather up, he said, “Yes.”
“Yes what?” Ishita said, rubbing the soap over her breasts, moving down to apply it on her crotch.
“Yes, text him. Let’s see how the evening goes,” Manan was standing a little away, his back resting against the glass wall. Ishita smiled and handed the bottle of soap to him. As Manan rubbed himself clean, watching the woman he loved smiling at the prospect of fucking a big dick. He wondered if it will always stay this way.
To be continued
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