Twice the Fun - 4
The End
Previously
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"Tara," I whispered, reaching up to brush a stray strand of her curly hair from her face. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to. But there are so many things I want to do to you right now."
Her eyes searched mine, seeking reassurance, seeking permission. Then, with a shaky breath, she nodded.
I took one last drag of my cigarette and stubbed it. I sat down, and put my hands on her hips, my fingers tracing the curve of her body as I drew her closer. She settled herself on my lap, her thighs straddling mine, her hands resting on my shoulders. Our eyes remained locked, our breaths mingling in the charged air between us.
I leaned in, pressing my lips to hers in a slow, deliberate kiss. Tara responded with equal fervor, her mouth moving against mine, her tongue tentatively seeking entry. Our passions ignited, fueled by the eroticism that filled the room.
As we kissed, my hands roamed over her body, feeling the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her tee shirt, and her bare arms. Tara's fingers dug into my shoulders, her body pressing closer, seeking the warmth and comfort of my embrace.
In the background, we could still hear Aniket and Khushi, their soft moans and gasps a symphony of pleasure that only served to heighten our own arousal. But for then, me and Tara were lost in each other, our own desires taking center stage.
My hands found the hem of Tara's shirt, lifting it slowly, teasingly, until the fabric slid up and over her head. She was left clad in a lacy bra, her chest rising and falling with each quickened breath.
The heat between us grew, our bodies aching with the need to touch, to taste, to explore. As we continued our dance of desire, the line between reality and fantasy began to blur. We were no longer four strangers gathered in a living room; we were four souls, adrift in a sea of passion, seeking comfort in each other's arms.
I kissed Tara’s belly, her flat taut belly. I held her by the side of her slender waist. Her fair bare skin, was a contrast to the other feminine skin in the room, but they were equally beautiful and equally attractive. I made my way up to Tara’s breasts. She still had her lacy bra on, I could make out her nipples, because of how close my eyes were to her breasts. I kissed her nipples, and sucked on them through the lacy fabric of her bra.
Tara gasped, her hands were on my head. They weren’t pushing me away, instead, she was pushing my head onto her breasts. I bit her nipple lightly, through her bra, only to hear Tara moan in pleasure. I dug my fingers into the flesh of her slender waist.
I broke away, to look her in the eyes. And then, I pulled her close to me, to wrap my arms around her, to reach for her bra. As I did that, I saw Aniket and Khushi.
Khushi’s leggings were off, in a puddle on the floor with her Kurta. Her thick thighs had Aniket’s face between them. She slouched on the sofa, her breasts bare, for everyone to see. I loved how hard her nipples looked, even from that distance. Her breasts were firm and round and had a lighter color than the rest of her skin. But her nipples, stood out, as a glorious island of eroticism on her.
Whatever Aniket was doing between her legs, however, he was using his tongue, it made Khushi restless. She held on to the edge of the sofa, as her boyfriend licked her, inching her closer to orgasm. Her plump belly rose and fell in rhythm, a rhythm of pleasure. I was looking at Khushi, while I kissed Tara’s bare slender neck. I could have unhooked Tara’s bra in one move, but I lingered. And then, Khushi looked at me.
Our eyes met, and at that moment, it was as if an electric current passed between us. Khushi's gaze was heavy with desire, her eyes dark and intense. She bit her lower lip, her chest heaving as Aniket continued eating the pussy that he had eaten probably a dozen times before, only this time, he was eating it in front of others.
I looked back at Tara, who seemed to sense the charged energy between Khushi and me. She gazed into my eyes, her expression a mix of curiosity and anticipation. With a deliberate motion, I finally unhooked her bra, and the lacy fabric fell away, leaving her breasts bare and exposed.
Tara’s breasts were perky, her nipples shaped like bolts. I love sucking such nipples. As I lowered my head to kiss and tease her nipples, my eyes never left Khushi's. She watched me intently, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa even tighter, her body writhing with pleasure. The connection between us seemed to only heighten the eroticism in the room, the charged energy that enveloped all four of us.
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