Untying the Knots - 4
A story about untying the knots that they didn't know existed
Previously
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Manan didn’t know the limits of these people, whom he was planning on pushing. Ishita had told him to do whatever he wanted to do. He realized that after this party, he would have spent more intimate times with her than he had hoped for, even if they don’t meet again. Her complicated boyfriend had lost her at the last party and then jerked off while she was finger fucked by Rehan. And that day, Manan had Rehan’s girl, Jia.
He had spent so much time watching porn and jerking off, in all the little fantasies he had, he realized that he was there as a viewer. He liked seeing naked women, especially the types who were in the room. There were four girls there, two of whom had consented to do whatever he told them. He wanted a spectacle, he wanted to see what was really inside these people.
He held out his glass to Jia, “Why don’t you fill this up for me?”
He turned to Ishita, who almost immediately asked, “Why him?”
“For you. And for me” he kissed her. He held her by the hair at the end of the kiss, and said, “No questions from now. You wanted me to lead, there’s no going back from here”
He wanted to get comfortable on the couch, so, he told the group sitting there, “Why don’t you guys complete your match? Besides, I want the couch”
Shresth was eyeing him as he reset the game. The next match will be between Shresth and Yuvi. That was of little interest to Manan because he had a lot of things to direct his attention to. Jia had come with the glass of whisky, half filled. Manan didn’t take it from her, instead started walking to the couch. Jia followed him. She looked back at Rehan and Ishita.
Having been through the awkwardness of sharing their partners, these partygoers weren’t confused. They were curious. They were curious about what this new guy would want.
Manan sat down on the couch, and patted the place beside him for Jia to come and sit. She straightened her skirt, with the glass of whisky still in her hand, and sat down. Manan reclined back and took the glass of whisky from Jia.
As he took his first sip, he let his hand rest on Jia’s knee.
“So… I like all of this, except I am also a generous man”
He started going up Jia’s thighs, under her skirt, almost touching her crotch. He grabbed her firm thigh and squeezed it as he said the next words.
“I would love fucking this girl. But what I’d love, even more, would be to see the girl I like so much and for whom I am here, to enjoy herself”
Jia winced as Manan tightened his grip around her thigh.
“Rehan, I don’t know you. From what I have heard, you are not a gentle lover”
Rehan shrugged.
“You will do what I tell you to do, and we should all have a lot of fun” Jia winced again, in pain, as Manan gave her another squeeze in the thigh. Aliva looked back. Shresth and Yuvi were playing.
Ishita straightened her kurta. Manan took one large sip of whisky, and said, “I have always wondered how you looked without the kurta”
He stood up, and walked towards Ishita. He kissed her, a hasty and deep kiss. He took off her glasses and held it out in the direction of Jia. When she took them away, he reached for the hem of his kurta and started pulling it up. The first thing Manan saw was her beautiful navel. And then, her white bra, and then her face, framed by her long black hair. He threw the kurta away on the ground. He took a step back and sat down. He curled his hand around Jia’s waist pulling her closer to him, as he said, “Go on, take off her bra”
Ishita turned around. Aliva was intently watching her. Manan saw Aliva smile at Ishita. Rehan undid her bra, and Ishita, took it off and threw it where her kurta was lying. She turned around, her arms to her side, her breasts out. Everybody in the room had seen her that way before. But it was Manan’s first time. There was a mole between her breasts. Her nipples weren’t hard yet, but they were a dark contrast to her skin. Her breasts were as big as he had imagined, just the size that would fit in Manan’s palms.
But, soon, her breasts were covered, by Rehan’s veiny palms. Manan saw Rehan’s firm grip around her breasts, the tip of his finger pressing down on her nipples. Ishita didn’t break her eye contact with Manan. There was no smile, no anger, no resentment.
Jia ran her fingers on Manan’s waist and started undoing his buttons. Manan curled his arm around Jia’s waist, and slipped inside her top to touch her naked waist. It was cold, but smooth. She was more slender than Ishita, which also made her movements faster than Ishita’s. Rehan had moved to suck her nipples.
Ishita touched his hair with her hands, pressing down his face on her nipples. All the while Ishita and Manan were looking at each other. After all, it was their first sexual experience together. Only that it was with different people.
Manan had started growing hard. It was a different kind of erection. He felt his breath quicken when Ishita closed her eyes and let out a moan. It was the first time she broke eye contact with him. And once she did, she was lost in Rehan’s pleasures. As Rehan sucked her nipples, he played with his navel, squeezing her belly.
Jia had undone his shirt. She was getting impatient from not getting any attention. Which is why, she stood up and took off her top. It was a swift motion, almost natural. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her perky breasts, hard nipples were out for everyone to see. But Manan didn’t notice them, until he felt a hand on his crotch.
Jia was rubbing him through his denim. Watching Ishita with Rehan, had made him incredibly hard by then, so much so that the erection was much too obvious, even through his jeans. Jia had knelt between his legs. Her naked breasts were scrapping against his legs. He felt the softness of his breast against his knees.
He reached down to plant a kiss on her lips, a quick kiss, before he stood up. Rehan had undone Ishita’s leggings. They were still on her, hugging onto her curvy ass. Manan unzipped his jeans, and got out of them. Jia was caressing his thighs, as he pulled down his underpants, his raging hard-on making it hard for the underpants to go off in a swift motion.
Jia let out a giggle. She was biting her lips when he looked down. As he sat down on the couch, he saw Rehan turning Ishita around. He was rough with her. Manan didn’t see why he should stop him. He crouched down as he pulled down her leggings.
As her leggings slid off Ishita’s ass, Manan sat down and adjusted himself to accommodate Jia between his legs. He was hard, he didn’t need Jia’s mouth, but she had that giggly look on her face again, her lips wet and shiny. She was still wearing her skirt, as she knelt between Manan’s legs, with his dick in front of her face.
Rehan had peeled off Ishita’s panties, and was squeezing her ass, when Manan felt Jia touching his dick. It had been a long time since anyone else had touched Manan’s dick. Her fingers curled around his shaft, and she gave him a quick jerk, before putting her head down, and taking his dick in.
“Turn her around, and touch her” Manan said, as Jia started sucking him. She was good with it, her tongue swirling around his dick head, the slurp sounds, and the exaggerated bobbing of the head. Her short curly hair bounced as she got her mouth fucked.
Ishita wasn’t looking at Manan anymore. She was looking down where Jia’s head was. From the angle, she could not see his dick, except for the times when Jia took it out of her mouth to catch a breath. Manan had a hand on Jia’s head, constantly pushing her down, not giving her any respite.
Rehan spit on his fingers, and was reaching out to touch Ishita’s pussy, when Manan said, “No, not your spit”
He reached for Jia’s skirt, keeping his dick inside her mouth, a grip on his head. He lifted the skirt, and said, “Take some from there”
He pointed to Jia’s ass. Rehan raised his eyebrows. He took a short step, and positioned himself behind Jia. He squatted down and peeled off his girlfriend’s panty. Manan saw the wiggle in her ass, as she looked at her boyfriend, with Manan’s dick still in her hand.
Ishita was standing in front of the trio, naked, and waiting to be touched. Manan extended his hand, and she walked up. “Sit down beside me”
Jia resumed sucking Manan, as Rehan fingered her pussy. Manan felt her moans vibrate through her dick. Manan ran his hand across Ishita’s thick thighs, who was seated beside him. Unlike Jia’s, Ishita’s thighs were thick and soft. His grip left behind slight marks.
Rehan continued finger fucking his girlfriend, as she sucked Manan’s dick. Manan started kissing Ishita. She reached for his undershirt, and took it off. She kissed him more passionately than she did in the balcony. Manan reached for her breasts, and pinched her nipples between his fingers, the same way Rehan was doing it. He pulled Ishita closer to him by the waist, and pried her legs apart.
He caressed the insides of her thighs, ran his finger lightly across her slit. He didn’t push in, neither did he rub her. Manan started feeling Jia rock forward. He felt his dick rock with Jia, as Rehan intensified his finger fucking. Her moans were louder now, and she had stop blowing Manan to moan. Manan held a clutch of her hair and pulled her head down on his dick. He was distracted teasing Ishita, his push on Jia’s head was slight.
Ishita joined him. Ishita held the other side of Jia’s head and pulled it down on Manan’s dick. This time, Jia had to take Manan’s dick again.
“You should start touching my girl now” Manan broke off the kiss from Ishita. Rehan abruptly stopped finger banging his girlfriend and knelt between Ishita’s legs. Ishita looked at him, as he crouched down between her legs, his fingers glistening with Jia’s juices.
She didn’t leave Jia’s head, and kept pushing it down, as Jia’s boyfriend started running his fingers along Ishita’s slit. Manan pinched her nipples, kissed her neck as she spread her legs to let Rehan do his work. Jia had started playing with Manan’s balls. They had become sensitive from all the sucking he had been getting, and the sight of Ishita rocking back and forth, finger fucked by another man.
Manan started thrusting up into Jia’s mouth. It was involuntary, but it simply matched Ishita’s rhythm. As Rehan fingered her, Manan started drawing circles on Ishita’s pubic bone. He kept going down, until he felt that spot that made her moan. He pulled Jia’s head away, her mouth still open expecting to be impaled by Manan’s dick. Instead, he inserted his fingers inside Jia’s mouth to wet it.
He touched Ishita again, with fingers wet from Jia’s mouth. Rehan fully dressed, was diligently finger fucking her, as Manan rubbed her clit. Manan noticed Rehan’s fingers and rubbed Ishita in the same rhythm as Rehan finger fucked her. Ishita didn’t moan loudly. But she dug into Manan’s thighs, being touched by two men.
Her orgasm was beautiful to watch. Short of breath, her breasts heaved. In the living room, in front of all those people, she came loudly. She lifted herself above the couch, in the final moments, digging into Manan’s thigh as she spasmed onto Rehan’s fingers. Manan stopped rubbing her and circled her nipples till she calmed down, and closed her legs.
Jia had stopped sucking Manan to watch Ishita come. Rehan and Jia looked at each other. Rehan started unbuttoning his jeans, and Jia had stood up to get her boyfriend out of his jeans. Ishita threw her head back, and closed her eyes.
Manan looked at Rehan and Jia, as Rehan got out of his clothes. He wasn’t hard. They looked at Manan, and, who was stroking himself. Jia on cue, knelt down again, in front of his boyfriend, to suck him, with the same mouth which was moments ago around Manan’s dick.
Rehan had an impressive physique. His thighs were firm and cut, and his calf muscles flexed as Jia suck him off. Jia didn’t have her panties any more, but still had her skirt on. Manan caressed her legs with his toes as he stroked him. He felt Ishita’s hand move, first to his thigh and then to his dick.
She wordlessly curled her fingers around his dick. Manan stopped stroking himself, letting Ishita take control of his dick. He saw Ishita adjust herself, bend over, and on her knees, on the couch, reaching to take his dick inside her mouth. Her curvy ass, naked and bent over, looked delicious. He wanted to fuck her right there. Instead, he felt her wet mouth engulf his dick. He was on the edge by then.
When Ishita bent her head down to take his dick inside her mouth, it was the first time that Manan saw her naked body in its full glory. Bent over, and ready to be taken from behind. He reached over across her curvy naked ass to touch her pussy. At first his finger grazed her asshole. He felt her flinch. He touched her hair, and rested his hand on her head as she sucked him. He made his way down to touch her pussy.
It was wet, from the fingering that Rehan had given him, and the lewd atmosphere in the room. He caressed her slit, penetrating her slightly. In front of them, Jia had gotten Rehan fully hard. He had started thrusting into Jia’s mouth. Her moans, and the loud slurp noises attracted attention of the group who were still finishing their game. Manan was too lost to care about the games.
Ishita looked up from sucking his dick. She kept jerking him off, his dick wet with a mix of Jia’s and Ishita’s spit and said, “I want to be fucked”
She was wiggling her ass, impatient, throwing her ass backward, on a phantom dick. He loved seeing her like that, wanting to be fucked. She didn’t say she wanted him to fuck her. He wanted a release, but he wanted to finish what he had started.
As Rehan fucked Jia’s mouth, with no rest, he looked at Manan. Even from just fucking her mouth, Rehan was sweaty. His chiseled chest, slightly lustrous from his sweats of lust. His nipples were hard, and a contrast to his hairless chest. Manan didn’t have to say anything. He squeezed Ishita’s ass, and gestured him towards her ass. He thrusted into Jia’s mouth one last time, and walked over to position him behind Ishita.
Without Rehan’s dick in her mouth, Jia placed her hand on the floor, to catch her breath, still squatted. Manan pressed his toe onto her leg. When she looked at him, he beckoned her. Jia didn’t get up on her feet, instead crawled on her knees.
Ishita wasn’t aware that things have changed, till she felt Jia’s hand on her cheek, and her other hand touching Manan’s balls. It was the first time Manan felt the thrill of two women feeding on him. He loved seeing how lost Ishita was, and her surprise when she saw Jia between Manan’s legs. It was right at that moment that she felt Rehan’s grip on her ass.
Rehan was focused with the thing he was doing. He stroked his dick with one hand, and parted Ishita’s ass cheeks with another. Ishita looked behind to see what was happening. Rehan’s broad chest was heaving as he readied himself to enter Ishita. She looked at Manan. She was catching her breath, her mouth open. Her chin was wet from her own spit.
Manan didn’t have to look at Rehan to know that he was in. Ishita’s mouth went slack, she winced, and dug her fingers onto Manan’s thighs as Rehan entered her. Once he was fully inside her, he adjusted himself, and held her ass between his hands. And then, he started the fuck her.
Rehan’s reputation of ‘not being a gentle lover’ wasn’t false. Rehan wasn’t just fucking her, he was drilling her. His thrusts had a certain rhythm to it. Ishita didn’t let go of Manan’s dick, as she took Rehan inside her. She tried her best to steady herself, so that she could continue sucking Manan. But Rehan was too hard on her. She didn’t know whether to bite her lips to enjoy how deep she was being fucked, or to moan out of the pleasure.
Manan was high from the sight. Jia was restless, massaging his balls, playing her with nipples, and caressing Manan’s thighs. But what made Manan hard was how Ishita’s body moved. She was fucked down into submitting to Rehan’s rhythm. Her nipples were hard, and looked down. Her tits swayed to Rehan’s thrusts. She had to let go of Manan’s dick to keep herself steady, to keep taking Rehan’s dick.
“Sit on me” Manan told Jia. And that’s all it took for the two girls to understand what Manan wanted. Manan wanted to rub Jia, as he saw Ishita get fucked by another man. He wanted Jia to stroke his dick, just as Rehan was fucking Ishita.
Instead, Jia turned around, parted her legs, and lifted her skirt. Ishita reached for Manan’s dick, her face stuck between an expression of pain and pleasure. Right when she curled her fingers around Manan’s dick and was stroking him, Rehan changed his thrusts. They were intermittent but much harder than before. Ishita was thrown forward. Manan had to hold her shoulders to help her keep balance.
Jia rubbed herself, and lowered her ass down on Manan’s dick. Ishita held his dick up right, which didn’t need any help. Ishita craned her neck to see where Jia’s slit was and adjusted Manan’s dick to align with it. When Jia sat down on his dick, when it entered Jia, Manan felt the rush of warmth and tightness around his dick.
Jia was wet, but so tight that, Manan felt like he won’t make it inside. Ishita held on to his dick’s base. Manan felt Rehan’s thrusts, because every time Rehan plunged into Ishita, she gave Manan’s dick a little push.
Jia took Manan’s dick all the way in, till she felt Ishita’s fingers around the base of Manan’s dick. Once seated on his dick, she adjusted herself, before she started fucking him. Rehan and Jia looked at each other, as they fucked other people. It was all too much for Manan. Ishita had to let go of Manan’s dick, because if she didn’t she would have fallen off the couch.
Rehan must have been close to cumming, because his thrusts had started getting irregular. Manan could feel it, because, every time Rehan entered her fully, Ishita would moan. Jia still had her skirt on, so Manan couldn’t see his dick enter Jia, but he felt every inch of him inside Jia. She bent forward a little, so as to throw her ass back at him better.
On the other side of the room, Yuvi was on her fours, being fucked by Shresth as she ate Aliva’s pussy. Varun was on the couch, watching his girl serve them. Manan had lost track of time, but it seemed only a moment ago that the four of those people were finishing the match. Aliva hadn’t taken her top off, but had spread her legs wide open for Yuvi. Shresth hadn’t taken off his tee shirt either. He was fucking Yuvi rather mechanically, barely using his thrust. His fair round ass cheeks clenched every time he thrust into Yuvi. Aliva took her tits out eventually, to play with her nipples.
Manan’s attention from the other group was broken by Ishita’s tremors. She wasn’t keeping quiet anymore. In the little time he had known her, she had always been calm and collected. But being fucked by Rehan like that, had turned her otherwise even voice into guttural moans. She didn’t move back into his dick anymore, she just held onto the edge of the sofa, as the waves of her orgasm washed through her.
Rehan came soon after. He let out a moan, in his hoarse deep voice, as he pulled out of Ishita and finished on her ass. Rehan stroked his dick and rubbed the tip of his dick onto Ishita’s ass. Ishita didn’t move for sometime, still bent over, with her ass towards Rehan.
Manan held Jia by her waist as she bounced on his dick. She was so wet by then, and so accustomed to Manan’s dick, that it felt like she was just sitting and getting up from a chair. Rehan stood there, naked, with his dick softening. When Ishita gained her senses, she looked back at the cum that Rehan had left on her ass. She touched it and examined her cum-wet fingers.
Manan was close to cumming. His breaths had hastened. Ishita kissed Manan on the neck and started licking his ear, as Jia bounced on his dick. She touched Manan’s thighs, her fingers still wet from Rehan’s cum. It was when Rehan felt the wetness in her fingers, and the realization of another man’s cum on his thigh, that he came.
In the final thrust, as he was about to cum, he held Jia down. She wanted to get up and continue fucking him, but realizing that he was cumming, she started grinding on his dick, as Manan finished inside her. When she got up, Manan’s dick was wet, with a mix of his cum and Jia’s wetness. Ishita didn’t waste a second, and took his dick inside her mouth.
Manan was sensitive, he flinched. But Ishita wanted to suck every bit of cum out of his dick, and she did. When Manan opened his eyes, Ishita was on her feet. She was cleaning Rehan’s cum off her ass, naked and turned out. Her nipples were still hard. Manan saw the slight roll that her flesh made near her waist as she was reaching behind to clean herself.
Jia was kissing Rehan, and then whispered something in his ear. He kissed her back, and pushed her down to sit on the couch. Ishita handed Manan a tissue. As he cleaned his dick, he saw Rehan kneel between Jia’s legs, and eat her pussy. The same pussy which was filled with Manan’s cum, not very long ago. He was tonguing her clit. It wasn’t long before she came.
Ishita didn’t bother dressing. Jia had finally gotten out of her skirt. Rehan was sitting shirtless, checking his phone. He had worn his pants, but had kept it unbuttoned. He was checking his phone.
Ishita had curled her legs, and laid her head down on Manan’s chest. Manan had worn back his jeans, but his underwear was lying near Ishita’s clothes. Jia was talking with Yuvi, both girls utterly comfortable being naked in the room.
Manan spotted the packet of cigarettes, but he was tired and high on alcohol to walk up to it.
“Jia!” he waved at the girl who had taken his cum like a good little girl
He gestured a smoke and a drink. She nodded. She said something to Yuvi and the girls giggled. They turned together to make the drink for Manan. Yuvi was taller than Ishita and Jia. She was slender, but her belly had a slight bulge. With a dark brown skin, and even darker nipples, she seemed like someone who would make a great cock-sucker, especially because of her thick lips.
Manan was caressing Ishita’s forehead. She didn’t speak, too spent from cumming twice and fucked by Rehan. Manan glanced at his clock, it was well past 11 pm. Jia walked over to him. She gave him the drink, bending more than she had too. Her naked breasts so close to Manan’s mouth, that could have sucked on them, instead of sipping his drink.
Yuvi lit the cigarette and gave it to Manan.
“So, Jia was telling me about you” She lit one for herself. Varun had taken a hit of something again, and was nodding on the couch.
Manan was quiet. “She doesn’t let someone cum inside her, unless she likes how the dick feels inside her” Yuvi said. Jia slapped her arm, and the duo went away.
“Are you awake?” Manan asked in a soft voice, to Ishita.
“Very much” Ishita opened her eyes lazily. She turned a little, casually exposing her breasts to Manan. Her nipples had de-excited. Manan cupped her breast, and pressed on her nipple. “There’s still one match and a whole lot of the night left,” he said.
To be Continued
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