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(Eloise)

 

Sometimes he looked at her in a certain way and it no longer seemed possible to speak. There were words right in her throat at the moment, climbing up her tongue and then slipping back down again and again like Sisyphus’ boulder.

He led her to the wall, pushed her gently to the floor, then stood in front of her. The robe was fuzzy and warm on her, but she could feel the air conditioning on her breasts and sex.

He crouched down to one knee, like a coach giving a pep talk. “Ever touched yourself?”

Dumb question. She wanted to say that. She couldn’t. She just nodded.

“In front of someone else?”

She shook her head.

He moved even closer, whispering now. He had a certain smell, an aftershave or something. She recognized it from class. “Elena, I want your eyes on mine. You’re good at that. You’ll look away when I say it’s all right.”

She fucking loved a challenge. She bit her lip eagerly and looked deep into those Caribbean blues of his. He was unfazed.

“Start,” he said, and she did.

Not without a flair for the dramatic though. Her hand made a weekend trip out of it, fingertips through the cleft of her breasts, nails along the dusky skin on her inside thigh, one then the other, then dipping into the rapidly filling lake between her labia. Surprisingly wet… something about the way he talked to her, made the cogs turn and the pipes open. Would have been scary with anyone else, to know someone else can work your insides. Was even a little scary with him.

Their eyes held. “Good girl. Are you wet?”

“Yes,” she said.

“You’re wet for me?”

“Oh god yes,” she said.

“You look so beautiful now. Show me how beautiful you can be.”

She rubbed herself for him. She imagined parts of him going into her as she played with her slit.

“I’m going to touch my cock now. But you’re not going to look at it. Are you?”

“No.” Jesus, it came out as a shameful whimper.

“You’re going to look in my eyes.”

She nodded, while she fucked herself.

“My hand’s on my cock now. It’s so hard. You’re making it so hard. I can’t control it. You’re the one doing it, making me so hard. Making me want you.”

“Oh god, John.”

“I’m taking off the robe now. Where are your eyes?”

“On yours.”

“My cock is so hard right now. I’m thinking about when I was inside you. You were so tight around me. You loved every fucking moment of it and I know that without even asking. Where are your eyes?”

“On yours.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

“How do your fingers feel?”

“They feel good. It’s, actually, never been this good.” She gulped.

“I’m going to stand up now. Are your eyes going to leave mine?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s what you told me.”

“And why does that matter?”

“Because I want to please you.”

He smiled. “I want to please you too. Play with your clit.”

“It’s so sensitive right now. It’s hard to touch.”

“I know. Just a little, then finger yourself for me, then touch it again.”

“Ok.”

“I’m rubbing my cock for you. I’m jerking myself off, cause you look so fucking beautiful fingering your cunt.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Did I say you could?”

“No.”

“Then no.”

Not only could she feel herself getting closer, she could feel him pulling her up the hill. Fucking Houdini this guy. He knew she’d respond to the authority—well, yes, that was an easy inference. She had pursued her teacher, after all. But how did he know that all she could think of right now was looking at his cock? It wasn’t just an itch she’d been forbidden to scratch. There was a desperation in it. All she wanted was to see it, see what she’d wrought. A glimpse would be fine. He could have anything he wanted from her, if he’d just be a little charitable.

And he knew it.

He smiled. He had started to breathe deeply. He seemed to tower ten feet above her, growing steadily. “Women are more complicated, sure,” he said. “But there are patterns you learn, if you pay attention. Eyes on mine. Tell me about your cunt.”

“It’s incredible. It’s… oh Jesus, it’s so good right now.” The sloppy sounds of her fingers. His occasional grunt. She started to pant. “John.”

“Elena.”

“John… John… I’m going to cum and I want to look at your cock so bad.”

“I’m going to come too, but you can’t look at my cock yet.”

“John, I, I, I…”

“You’re so beautiful.”

“John, I’m close…”

“I know, love. I know.”

“Oh God, John, please, let me look. I can’t stop it.”

“Cum for me.”

“It’s close… it’s… so… so… fucking… Oh God, John.”

“Cum,” he said.

She did. Her mouth gaped and her whole body heaved as she kept his gaze. There were earthquakes in the foundations of the hotel, there were hurricanes at the window, dynamite in her uterus.

“Now look,” he said.

She did. His hand closed on the back of her head and pulled her close. It came out hot along her left cheek in one boiling line. Another jet arched into her hair and dripped down her forehead. A glob onto her lower lip. He just kept pumping and pumping and it seemed to be bottomless, along the side of her nose, down her neck, in her eyebrow. She’d earned all this.

She looked up at him and smiled

(Joseph)

 

There was the moment of surprise that you expect, but it was the moment afterwards, the demure lifting of her eyes and the posing for the yearbook smile, cheek to cheek, dimple to dimple, that was instantly tattooed into his mind. It was tenebrism… brown eyes, brown eyebrows, brown skin… white teeth, white sclera, white semen.

“So,” she said, afterwards, lying next to him in the bed, “I like to think I’m the last person to slut-shame anyone, least of all myself. But I’ll admit, I’m ashamed to say how much I enjoyed that. Can I wipe it off now?”

“One last look.”

They turned to each other. She smiled again, impish now. He mimed a camera, took an imaginary snapshot.

“That’ll do,” he said.

“So, did it feel like marking your territory?” she said, applying a moist towel. “Have I been branded? Will all the other horny troglodytes keep away from our cave out of fear of you and your giant club?”

She could have taught his class. Hell, she could have taught any class. “You know,” he started, caressing her, “that sounded like bullshit when I said it, but I’m starting to suspect there might be something to it. And you liked it?”

“I did,” she said, without embarrassment.

“Consider a career in porn then?”

“I told you, asshole, I need a plot. Also, I don’t want herpes.”

They recharged by devouring steaks and green beans and mashed potatoes. They watched half of Blue Velvet, which he remembered liking, but she wasn’t impressed, and on a second viewing, neither was he.

“You believe in God?” she said.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” he said, facepalming, “Save that for college.”

“Do you have any idea how many Hail Mary’s it’s going to take to wipe out this weekend?”

“Of course you’d be Catholic.”

“Thousands. It’ll take thousands. Rosaries will be worn out.”

“The weekend’s not even over yet.”

She curled against his side. There was a miasma of their sex and sweat in the air. “It’s been way more than fifteen minutes, by the way,” she said.

“I’m only human, brat. It’s not just the tools down there. It’s basic endurance. And there’s that other thing.”

“The hormones?”

“Yeah, those,” he said.

“Are you in danger of falling head over heels for me, Mr. Cattelan? Is the dopamine flooding your synapses?”

“Funny girl. Cheeky bitch. You know what I mean.”

“Please don’t be hurt, but I’m not falling for you. I’ve enjoyed this—I’m not ready for it to end, but my cunt remains undomesticated. Wild and free. I’ll remember you as a good fuck if at all.”

“You sure about that?” He sized her up, rocking his head back and forth. Like any successful flirt, she was a liar first and foremost. “All right, O Wild Cunt. You know best.”

Generally, she did. Generally. But he’d been around, he’d done his field work. There was a black box in her—there’s one in everyone. Galactic dark. Impenetrable. Hers probably had most secrets than most. More mysteries and subtle irrationalities. Those were the things he couldn’t figure out, wouldn’t be able to crack. He wouldn’t bother with those. But she was still a woman; and there were subclasses of women and she could, like any other case, be placed in the proper one. She certainly enjoyed being in command, but he had realized pretty quickly that she responded to being controlled, too. The first time, coming through that door—sure, it had been what he wanted. But he wouldn’t have gone through with it, wouldn’t have pushed her in, gripped her tight, tugged down her skirt, none of that if he hadn’t known it was exactly what she wanted.

Maybe she had done it consciously, maybe subconsciously, but regardless, that had been exactly what she was trying to elicit from him. She knew how to drive a man crazy, and she had expertly applied those wiles right to him, and it produced the predictable result.

Sometimes he wondered who was fucking whom. And that uncertainty meant he was in a position much like her. He had to trust her, just as she had trusted him.

Trust her to, among other things, not fall in love.

He tried her in missionary, but the eye contact felt dangerous. He finished quickly, looking down at the soft hinge of their genitals, his pubic hair against her bare engorged vulva, purple like twilight. Cowgirl was dangerously intimate too, more so, but she responded so well he had to teach her the possibilities. That was, on paper at least, the point.

“Give it to me, baby,” she said, impaled on him and riding up and down him, juices draining down his cock. It was amazing how she’d gone from naïvete to sex kitten. “Fuck my wet cunt.”

“Ride it, babe,” he said, bucking against her.

“You feel me? I need you so bad, I need your fucking cock so bad right now in my tight little pussy.”

He started laughing. They paused, and she started laughing too.

“Too much?” she said.

“No,” he said. “It’s actually perfect. I’m just impressed.”

She came first, clasped around him for dear life, but he finished moments later, for the first time on her tits, and damned if he could think of a more incredible sight anywhere else in these contiguous United States.

(Eloise)

 

So sex, as it turns out, is awesome. Yeah, they say it’s awesome, but it’s like trying to describe a painting to someone in words. Language won’t suffice. Language isn’t even the right modality. Sex is good like… like errRRR. A cock ramming into you is !!!!!!!!!!!! The act is the sound of teeth chattering, two epees making contact, jets taking off. There’s just no word for that species of dull moan in your chest. Or that fullness, like flowers in your navel blooming one after another, lifting you, expanding you. The linguistic can’t grasp, won’t understand, the steel alloy in his eye when he wants you. The complete abandon of her lordosis.

She loved being on top; she loved holding his eyes and warming his cock and setting the tempo. And she also loved when he just lost control; that time she was moaning and she had both arms holding her thighs wide, like a pinned specimen. But in a second he had her flipped over, was pumping into her doggy-style, and had one hand holding her head into the pillow, which was fine because it made her perfectly free to scream. It was fun when he gave it to her; it was funnier when she gave it back. It was all just stars and kittens and leather and fireworks.

It was becoming clear that her body liked to please him. Not just in a neighborly way. Not just as gratitude. Not as his friend or even as his lover. She thought about how she looked when he was taking her, and she wanted to look as good as possible for him. She aspired to fuckability. If he enjoyed it more, then, there was something… something good in that, in itself. That was reason enough to do it. Some feminine need to give? Some vagary of her personality that she’d have to learn? Or was it just something about him?

When he went down on her for the first time, she almost felt like she was letting him down, like she was being selfish. And he somehow knew, without her giving any hint, to say, “It’s ok, babe. Lay back. Enjoy it. That’s an order.” And at once, her body completely released itself to him, to his tongue and its preternatural ability to apply just the right amount of pressure, for just the right amount of time, and when she came, it felt like a gift she had given. And he seemed to take it in just the spirit it was handed over.

They napped together, and she wondered about the hormone trap when he had her arms around her. He had spouted that chauvinist bullshit about orgasm releasing dopamine, but an orgasm was over so quick. A neutrino through the planet core. Having someone hold you, that was dangerous territory, when the fit was right, when his smell was familiar and exotic simultaneously, when his heart slowed as he fell asleep, a cage of muscle protecting her from the world. Long-lasting, perilous terrain.

No idyll lasts forever, though. Like when she went down on him, which, really, after everything they’d done—masturbating for him, begging him to fuck her, his finger barely fitting into her asshole while she came—fellatio should have been easy.

(Joseph)

 

“Hey. Hey, can you stop?” he said. This was something every teacher had to deal with. Sometimes eagerness outshines ability. “Elle, promise me you won’t take this as an insult.” He had her by her hair, which he quickly realized she responded to with alacrity.

“Jesus, what?” she said, her eyes getting bigger than he’d ever seen them.

“You are absolutely horrible at this,” he said.

She looked crestfallen, but then slapped his dick aside and laughed. “Yeah, well I’m eighteen, what do you want? You think you could do better?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Have you?”

“Once,” he said. “And I did a lot better than this.”

She fell back against the pillows. She needed to rest anyway. “I was really close to a perfect game there, wasn’t I?”

He laid alongside her, arms behind his head, bare cock with an eye on the ceiling. “You were. Alas, Miss Henderson, you are human after all.”

“Can you give me some hints?”

“First, it’s a cliché, but careful with your teeth.”

“Should I be writing this down?”

“I’ll text you later.”

“What else?”

“So this is going to sound strange, given your propensity for staring people into submission, but you need to give eye contact. Otherwise, there’s no connection. Might as well be a vacuum cleaner. You just had your eyes closed the whole time.”

“I was concentrating.”

“You also were going really fast.”

“I thought that would feel better.”

“Yeah… at a certain point, sure. But feel my hips, feel what they’re doing, what their rhythm is. Match that. You go too fast it’s like you’re trying to finish dinner so you can go watch TV.”

“I don’t watch TV.”

“Finish dinner so you can go read Remembrance of Things Past.”

They were both staring at the ceiling fan. “This is all good to know. I appreciate this,” she said. “Anything else?”

“Spend some time with your mouth, but then spend some time with your hands. Alternate. And I… or whoever your partner is… they’d like to know you’re enjoying it. Make a sound or two. Moan while he’s in your mouth.”

“What about the gagging?”

“You were overdoing it.”

“That wasn’t on purpose.”

He turned to her. “It’s really all right, Elle. Don’t feel bad.”

“I know,” she whispered, bringing her forehead against his so their noses touched. “I just… I don’t know why. But I really wanted you to cum in me. Not with a condom—although, like I said, I do appreciate that—I just have this primal urge to just have your cum inside me. It sounds bizarre to say it because I can’t even tell you why that appeals to me. Just a combination of “you,” and “hot sperm,” and “inside me” is pulling down my thoughts like lead weights. Sound silly?”

“No,” he said, “No, not at all,” and he gently brushed her hair with his fingers. “Sounds like dopamine.”

She laughed. “Well then, it’s for the best, isn’t it?”

“Yep, think so.” And he carried her for the first time—he had thrown her around before, but this was careful, with her arms around his neck—into the shower, where he had her wash him, and where he took his time, soaping her up, rinsing her off, kissing her frequently and wide-rangingly, as if in approval of her every protrusion and nook, and laughing at each one of her always surprisingly witty jokes.

(Eloise)

 

It’s interesting the rules we live by. The rule governing her right then was that she was no longer allowed to wear clothes. That included the hotel robes, that included the towels, that even included the washcloths. She tried to think how this had come up, and she couldn’t really remember, just like she had no idea what time it was, or really, even the day. But she knew she wasn’t allowed to wear clothes.

Stranger thing was, this wasn’t a blanket rule. It didn’t apply to everyone in the room. He, for instance, had put on pants and his shirt to answer the door for breakfast while she had gone diving for the bedsheets to hide from the bellhop, lying there like a lump as if it weren’t perfectly obvious what was under there. And then he didn’t take them off, sat there fully clothed while he fed her the entire meal. Oh, right, should mention that she also wasn’t allowed to touch utensils.

Interesting, right? Something even more interesting is that after an hour the condition became… reified somehow. Like it was the proper default. It actually seemed bizarre to her that she had ever worn clothes before in her life, that there had ever been a moment in his presence when he wasn’t permitted to inspect every part of her. She felt like dancing. She danced.

He smiled at her. And it seemed right that he should be in clothes in front of her. Not that he had to be, but if he wanted to be, if he liked how he looked in that suit—she loved how he looked in that suit, by the way—then why shouldn’t he be, and why shouldn’t she be twirling nude about him? (Except for her eye of Horus necklace. That she would neither explain, nor give up.)

“Too much champagne?” he asked, raising his eyes from the newspaper. He now eye fucked her on the regular. He was always gazing at her nipples, at her mouth, at her cunt, and—she imagined—her ass.

“Just happy,” she said, with a deep kiss. “Just content. Can I do anything for you?”

“Yeah,” he said, reaching over to grab a pillow and placing it in front of his chair. “On your knees. Eyes up.”

(Joseph)

 

Was it great? No. Was it terrible? No, he’d had much worse, but there was a fine line between a blowjob and a throat-fucking. One is driven by the fellator, another by the fellatee. This was technically the latter.

She did keep her eyes on his, although he had to pinch her nipple once when they drifted downwards. She went slower, but again her enthusiasm took over—which was strange, because she had been so capable of patience in everything—everything—else they had done. But apparently, they had found her favorite.

He knew if he just sat back and let her do her thing, she’d have fun, and he’d have fun, but there’d be no conclusion to the proceedings. And she had confided what she wanted. So he grabbed her, the firmest he had yet, and gave her a reassuring look. She nodded, and he started a careful oscillation with her head. Very slow, ponderously slow. He felt her surrender all control to him: she seemed relieved.

Her lips ran over the veins of his cock. He felt the warmth of the tongue underneath his shaft, slipping back and forth. The hardest part of the weekend was going slowly enough for her, to keep her safe and still give her what she craved.

He would stop from time to time to just cradle her head, run fingers through her hair, appreciate the sheer fucking beauty of her smokey eyes, her powerful cheekbones.

“I’m going to finish now, Eloise. You ready?”

She made a warm gurgling sound. Sweat was beading on her forehead.

“I’m going to need you to swallow.”

Now she made a sound more like a needy purr.

She didn’t waste a drop. And he was well and truly spent.

(Eloise)

 

“Better?” she said. She knew it was silly, but she swore she could feel his cum in her belly, like a warm little secret between them.

“C plus,” he said. “Passing.”

“Tough crowd,” she said, and kicked him.

“So, worth it? All you expected? Itch that scratch?”

She looked at him and shrugged. They fell asleep again, for how much time it was impossible to say. Had it been two days? Three? She booked the room for three, which was not easy to explain to her parents, but she was nothing if not resourceful. What had he told his wife? she wondered.

And she knew that that truly was none of her business.

And then she had the stupidest idea she’d ever had. And what’s more, she knew it was the stupidest idea she’d ever had as soon as it popped up behind her eyebrows. She had never really doubted the wisdom of offering her hymen to him on a silver platter. That was foresighted and brilliant. But this idea? This idea was stillborn and idiotic, and somehow still plenty alive, refusing to die. She attacked it with logic. She tried to smother it with distractions. And still there.

She rolled over—it was night again. He was awake. He’d been staring at her for god knows how long.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

He nodded.

“I have to,” she said.

He shook his head.

“John…”

He put his finger on her lips.

“It’s ok,” he said. “I love you too.”

In seconds her cheeks were as damp as any forest in the rain, and he kissed her forehead. He pulled a sheet over both of them, as if that would hold the world back.

(Joseph)

 

The last time was as short as you’d expect. He was surprised he had anything left to give at all. He’d be sore for weeks from this. It was mostly quiet, slow and steady and probably thoroughly boring to any spectators there may be—even if only God.

He lay on top of her, hands on her face, kissing her, taking long moments just to gaze at her as his hips brought him into her entire and back again. There was no rush, and they both knew there wouldn’t be another time.

For the first time, she looked a tad childish. Her armor ever so slightly chipped. But maybe that was an act too.

She didn’t use words, just placed her hand on his chest and slowly pushed her off her. He just watched. It had been, after all, her plan from the beginning. She could complete her masterpiece as she saw fit.

He felt her hand on him, first muffled through the rubber, then, as she removed it, warm against him. Her fingers seemed so small around him. And she guided him back in, into a brand-new country… a virgin country, it seemed to him.

The only time they sped was the very end. In unison, breathing deeply. She gasped, he fell on top of her and listened to her heart. The heathen god accepted the offering and vanished into smoke.

Maybe time passed. Maybe.

(Eloise)

 

For some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to get dressed until he had been gone for a while.

There were no words. That was the good thing about fucking an English teacher. He knew enough about language to know when it would be pointless.

Even on the drunkest or most depressed nights of the next twenty-five years, she never spoiled it by running his name through a search engine. Never sent a text. Never wrote back: “Don’t worry. Took a plan B. Thanks for snatching that V-card, Mr C.” Although she did consider pushing send on that one.

If he had had any interest in her past that weekend, he never betrayed it. No phone call, nor cryptic postcard, nor Spartan email.

So she sat on a chair in the room, and pulled on her nylons, threaded her belt, adjusted her top. She spent some time in the mirror trying to tame her hair, then applied lipstick. A dark, and, she thought, quite adult shade. She even spent some time straightening the room, which was post-apocalyptic. She even thought up a word for it: Caligulan.

Let her phone charge, as she read her book, sitting at the little dining table. Parts of her hurt. Her cunt, where she’d given him pleasure. Her ass, where she begged him to mark her. Her heart, which had betrayed her exactly the way he’d warned.

But this would all convalesce in its time.

She walked out in her heels with a spring in her step and a feeling that the world had been torn open as wide as she’d been, and everything was possible for it, and everything was possible for her.

 

Eloise didn’t look up until she’d finished, then carefully put the pages back in order.

“You know,” she said, “I think you may have embellished a few things.”

He swished his Scotch in the glass. “Yeah, well, you took a few liberties yourself. Anyway. Keep it. It’s the only copy. I don’t even know why I wrote it—I haven’t read it since I did. But maybe you can do something with it. Or throw it away. It’s all the same.”

“Of course,” she said.

Maybe time passed. Maybe.

Eventually, she leaned against him. The inconsistencies of time will never be solved. Somehow so much had happened, at once dreamlike and real. They had lived it all together, her triumphs, her failures, from that first night to this one. And here they were, just out for the evening, about to go back to their comfy home, where he’d watch some old movie and she’d read some old book, and they’d kiss and fall asleep like any other night. But that wasn’t true. That was a story. But so was this.

“You’re an odd motherfucker, Mr. Cattelan. You could have taken advantage of me, and you, you chose to just take care of me.”

“It’s a good line, Ms. Henderson. You should write it down.”

“I’m sure it’s been said before.”

“Probably. Not often enough, though.”

“Joe.”

“Eloise.”

“I never said thanks.”

“Neither did I.”

“Wouldn’t be any point, I suppose.”

“Nope,” he said.

“You know, I don’t know what you’re doing tonight. But that one thing… you know the one. I’ve actually gotten a lot better at it.”

“I knew practice’d make perfect.”

“Any interest in experiencing perfection?”

“Once was enough,” he said and smiled at her. She felt a pinch of sadness, a familiar one, as he pulled a few twenties out of his wallet.

“Good to see you,” she said, and she knew there was no way she could make him stay. He was a stubborn bastard. But all the same, she essayed, “Joe, maybe we should… I don’t know. Maybe you should stay this time. Maybe I should ask you to stay.”

They contemplated each other. She batted her eyes.

“I was probably too old for you then,” he said. “I’m certainly too old now.”

“That’s the thing, though. You weren’t.”

He smiled, but she never heard him speak another word. Four years later he passed from an aggressive pancreatic cancer, one that could have never dented him in his prime and so waited twenty-five years in ambush. The eulogies were good, appropriate. When asked, she told fellow mourners that she was one of his students, and that he had inspired her to be a writer. One person recognized her name. Other truths were left unsaid, left in the air, tumbling like autumn leaves.

But that was grist for another story in itself, and care must be taken with the unities.

This story ends with him getting up from the barstool, slowly but properly, proudly rising to his full height like an antiquated soldier donning his old uniform. He leaned in to kiss her cheek, met her eyes for a full minute, then walked off. The same aftershave.

She watched him go, watched him as he held the door for a pretty young woman, who smiled at him, already smitten. Then gone. If not for the manuscript in front of her, it could’ve been a dream.

So what can be said? Did someone—or both—take advantage of the other, and if so, did it matter now? Could it? Maybe some questions just resign themselves to never finding their answer, and this is one of them. Had an eternity of fitful survival forced them into something foolish? Or had they stolen something back? Who fucked who?

Was that really love, or was it something that could have been love? Should she have run after him then, there, as he left the bar? Or should she have run after him twenty-five years ago? She had left the note, she had birthed all these futureless maybes, and it was only fair that they were coming to roost. Maybe he should have left his wife, left his family, left everything, shown her even more of the world. Maybe she had copious justification to expect and deserve that. Maybe they’d be damned somewhere for what they’d done. Or celebrated in song.

Maybe the real injury was what neither intends. An awkward first tumble, a fumbling for entry, two people professing love and lying and not knowing they’re lying. Too little foreplay, too much solicitation and still not enough, that pinch or that tear or that rip, sometimes blood among all the secret lubrications of the body, then bemusement after the disappointing fact. Well, after setting that bar, of course it’s going to get better.

But what do you do with the impeccable? When every future lover faces the gauge of one who took from her what she offered, gave her what she desired, taught her what she needed to know? What hope does that leave for improvement?

She thought for a moment.

Let’s be rational here. Set up the equations, solve for X. Two people had once shared sheets, a hotel room, and a few lovely moments, which were incorruptible in the action, which persisted in memory like background radiation (the hair of his chest the weight of her breast her drawn up in sheets answering for room service the smooth pas de deux of their legs while they ecstatically screwed). Memories which will become meaningless noise, indistinguishable from cricket songs and the solar wind, as we die.

Nonetheless, she wrote down, “E. H. + J. C. 4-ever,” before closing her notebook. She gave a come-hither hook with her index finger.

The bartender walked over. What a world, to constantly produce men with powerful chests and shapely backsides, sinewy arms and leg hair. Young and old. A renewable resource improved by the plucking. “Friend of yours?” he asked.

“No,” she said.

“Another margarita?”

“Another time,” she said, and asked for the check.

 

 

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Hey frnds maine ISS m kafi story padi h then i think to narrate my first sex encounter with my first love”Divya”. Mera naam Rajesh h or m Jaipur m ek software company m work karta hu. Baat us samay ki h jab m 13 yr ka tha tab m Rajasthan pahli baar ya tha or Divya ko dhekha us waqt m sex k baaare m jyada nahi janata tha pr pata nahi. Divya ko dhekh kar mujhe wo itni pasand aai ki mane use kiss kar diya or wo waha se bhag gayi ohhh Divya mere gao ki sabse sexy ladkiyo m se ek h height-5.5 gori...

4 years ago
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Xena Versus The Spartans

It was a time of horrible raids by terrible marrauding hordes, which caused untold misery, fear and poverty in all of Pelopones. It was a time when Xena and Gabrielle were needed by all the towns, before it is too late, but she was nowhere to be found. The century before had been a good time for all, under the Cooperation Accord of Olympia, there was piece between all the polises, and Xena could concentrate on petty crime and feuding Gods. But now Xena had been on a mission in Asia for years,...

4 years ago
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Divya 8211 Ek Teacher Ki Sex Story 8211 Part 7

In last part (6) you read that while returning back from back on rear seat of car headmaster made Divya to hold his cock and he fondled bare cunt. He also proposed for fuck and offered lot of money. But Divya got down at her favourite tea stall. Headmaster sadly went back to school. When Divya reached at tea stall it was around 1.15 of noon. She saw only Kaki there. She enquired and Kaki said that Usha is getting fucked inside by a police inspector and kaka has gone to bring some materials. She...

3 years ago
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Divya 8211 Ek Teacher Ki Sex Story 8211 Part 6

Last part, Part 5 of this story was published on ISS on 23-11-2013. You have read that Divya arranged a girl from own school through school peon Nandu for her husband. But before her husband could fuck virgin girl three lady Divya, Usha ( wife of Divya’s colleague at school Vinay ) and Sonia ( maid of Divya) had hard core lesbian with virgin girl. Then in front of all other first Vinod ( husband of Divya) and then Vinay fucked that school girl. In evening when peon Nandu came to pick up girl...

3 years ago
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Divya 8211 Ek Teacher Ki Sex Story 8211 Part 9

Monday evening a young handsome school boy Shekhar dropped Divya home. He boldly expressed his desire for her but Divya apparently did not give him any encouragement. But when her maid Sonia said that they should take this handsome boy in their cunt Divya assured maid that very soon cock of this handsome boy will be inside their cunt, “ randi, chinta mut kar bahut jaldi, iss khubsurat lawnde kaa lawda hamari choot mey hoga. “ In company of Divya that young widow Sonia also became a slut. From...

3 years ago
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Divya 8211 Ek Teacher Ki Sex Story 8211 Part 8

You read that bank sanctioned vehicle loan to Headmaster as per requirement of Divya. Sanction letter was handed over on Monday and same day HM got delivery of car. Divya attended school and thereafter she booked in a hotel outside city and invited CM of bank as per their deal. By 6 of evening Divya was nude on body of CM. He hugged her tightly. Kissed deeply and whispered , “My darling, let me love you. “ He said and positioned her flat on king size bed of the hotel room. “ no hurry, I am...

2 years ago
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Divya Ki Randi Banne Ki Khwaish

Hi sexstory doston mai raj. Jaise app muje jaante hi hai aur agar aapne meri pehli wali sexstory padhi hongi tho aapko pata hi hoga ki divya kon hai. So uss din pub ke terrace pe sex karne ke baad mai aur divya jab bhi milte kuch adventerous zaroor karte. Tho doston hum sab mumbai mai rehte hai. Koi mumbai se muje milna chahe ya baate karni ho tho pe mail kare ya pe mail ya hangouts wala message kare. So doston story pe aate hue. Mai ek saturday ki dopahar apne ek reader ke saathvideo call pe...

3 years ago
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Divya Ki Gaand Chudai Aur Gangbang

Hi friends mai raj, sorry bade dino baad indian sex kahani likh raha hu. Ye kahani sacchi hai ekdum 100%. Tho doston ye kahani hai mere dost ki behen divya ki. Divya ki umar 23 saal hai aur rang brown hai. Uske baal uske boobs tak hai aur uski aankhon ka. Wo mast slim hai aur jaise kai ladkiyon ki jaanghe yani thigh’s ka insie wala part chipakta hai waise uske nahi chipakti aur iske wajah se jab vo shorts ya tight jeans pehnti hai tab uski gand kya mast dikhti hai aur usko doggy style chodne ka...

1 year ago
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Divya K Saath Jungle Me Mangal 8211 Part I

Yeh kahani he Samir ki. Samir ek girls college me professor tha. Jo sex ka bada shoukin tha. Age 28 saal dikhne me handsome tha. Athletic body thi. Kayi college kumariyo ko chod chuka tha. Woh shadi shuda b tha. But uski biwi zyada khubsurat nhi thi. Divya usi college ki ek khubsurat kali thi.B.Com 3rd year me pdhti thi. Divya ki age 20 saal thi, jo 5’5″ height ki thi, safed gora rang tha, badi badi kaali aankhe thi, gulaab se komal honth the, aur lamba sa par nazuk naak. Ghane nitamb tk lambe...

2 years ago
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Divya friend get the satisfaction

Hi, ISS reader and thanks for good response of my last story of Mature Horney Lady – especially to those ladies who is starved for sex and not getting oral sex from their hubby I am from Mumbai and my e-mail id is As said I get so many contact from this Divya now I became body massager, pussy hair trimmer, and pussy licker. As mentioned in the previous story my wife is also not having interest in oral sex so I am also starving for oral sex mainly special interest is licking the pussy of...

4 years ago
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Divya And My Love Life 8211 Part II

Dear friends, I received a few mails and comments to my previous story titled “Divya And My Love Life – Part I”. I am Hitesh and this story is the sequel to the first, about how our relationship was given consent by our family. You may read the previous here: https://www.indiansexstories2.net/incest/divya-love-life-part/ Divya and I came up with an idea, which could make things simpler. She didn’t take pills after our 1st love-making. Instead, she and I looked out options of more sessions. We...

Incest
1 year ago
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Divya Ante Honey

Hello! Telugu lo puku kathalu chadive andariki naa Namasaramulu. Naa peru Ravi. Ela unnaru. Eeesari meeku maa intlo pani manishi gurunchi cheputanu. Dani peru Divya. Peruku taggattugane Divyanga untundi. 18-19 yella madya vayasu. Orange palla size lo sallu. Chetilo amiretanta gudda. Tellati rangu. Saripoyetanta height. Naa vayasu 42 years. Ante musalivadinani anukovaddu. Manchi exercise body 35 37 years vadilaga kanapaduta. . Assalu 40 – 50 madya vayasekada magadu dengatamlo mature ayyedi....

3 years ago
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Divya Ki Chudai Uske Ghar Main Ki

Hi, friends my name is Rahul aur main luck now main rehta hoon ye meri pehli story hai iss pe jo sayad main kafi dino se soch raha tha likhne ko well main sabhi ladkiyon aur bhabhiyon ko apne baare main baata dun. Meri height 5.11 inches colour fair smart looking and average body and my dick size is 6.5 inch long and 3 inch thick ab main apni story pe aata hoon ye baat aaj se 6 month pehle ki hai meri girlfriend jiska naam divya hai Wo ak sikh parivar se thi wo dekhne main bohot sexy aur...

3 years ago
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Divya Ko Mna Liya Tha Phr Vee Uski Fudi Naa Le Ska

Hello frnds Mera name aarmaan hai aur main punjab ka rehne wala hoon meri age 22 hai aur mera size 6” hai Yeh story meri bua ki ladki divya ke sath kiye sex k ware main hai Dosto aapko bta do ki meri sis divya ki age 19 hai aur uske boob’s ka size 34 hai uski figure buhat mast hai Yeh baat tab ki hai jab divya hamare ghar kuch holidays spend karne k liye aayi thi maine use 5 years baad dekha tha wo aab hot and sexy girl bn gyi thi use dekhe hee maine note kiya uske boob’s ka size increase ho...

2 years ago
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Divya And My Love Life 8211 Part I

Families are seldom joint these days. However, mine is a joint family, with my parents, my elder uncle, his wife, daughter and son, my younger uncle, his wife, daughter and two sons. I’m the eldest (24) of the cousins, followed by Divya (21), my elder uncle’s daughter, and his son Rajat (19), then Kusum (19), my younger uncle’s daughter, and his twin sons (16) Rik and Nik. As Rajat and Kusum are of same age, they would spend their times together, went to the same school and now read in the same...

Incest
1 year ago
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Divya 8211 Ek Teacher Kee Sex Story 8211 Part III

You read that I fell in love with one school colleague and was ready to fuck with him. But he talked indecently and I backed out. Instead I had sex with an elderly man ,kaka of tea-stall and I liked his monster cock. Thereafter I fucked with father in law and he sold me to his friends ,i returned back after having another six lund in cunt and waited for more. Now Next part : Next day I returned back to my place . I am sure after I came , FIL must have told MIL regarding my slutness with him and...

2 years ago
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Divya 8211 Ek Teacher Kee Sex Story 8211 Part I

I am Divya , not very beautiful lekin aas-paas , ghar ke andar , bahar school college mey loag sity bajaate thheye, hai meri jaan kah kar bulate thheye to achchhaa lagta thaa… lekin hai re kismat , 21 saal kee ho gaee lekin naa to kisee ne kabhee chuma, chuchi dabaya yaa lawda hee chusaaya…Tarasti rah gaee . Graduation kiya aur ek university mey B.Ed kaa admission liya aur saath hee ek school mey naukari bhee kar -lee. Me and father tried a lot but could not get job in any city school. Lack of...

4 years ago
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Cougar prowls Glastonbury

June 2011, a true story, enjoy...Every year a group of mates and I go to the Glastonbury Festival in Somerset. On the Thursday night there were only a few bands playing before the festival proper began on the Friday. To while away a few hours we went to the brothers Cider Bar. After a few pints I went for a piss. When I returned to where we’d been sitting there was no sign of any of my mates. I looked around the crowd but, to my annoyance, they appeared to have gone off without me. I tried...

3 years ago
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Divya Likes Her Guest Faculty 8211 Part 2

Hi all this is part 2 of  ” Divya Liked her Guest Faculty “. If you have not read the first part please read the first part (link at the top) so that you can understand the story better. I am assuming that you have read the first story and going ahead narrating this story. Please read the first story and email me at Divya came to Bangalore for doing her project. I was very exited to meet her. She was staying in a friend room and she called me to pick her up. This time is what I waiting for a...

2 years ago
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Gardening with Mother In Law part3

Not much has changed in my relationship with my MIL. We still have make love to each other several times a month, but she never seems to amaze me.  The sex is great and she really knows how to use her body to please her lover.                  Just when I thought things could not get any better she dropped another bombshell on me.  We were just laying in bed together, she was stroking my cock and I was enjoying  a mouth full  of tit, when she told me a story that happened when she was married...

Mature
2 years ago
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Divya 8211 Ek Teacher Kee Sex Story 8211 Part IV

Next day school opened. I was normal and both driver and conductor behaved and talked normally. In evening I told them about next school holiday .. It was just after 7 days . Now conductor became more aggressive. He used to press thighs, finding opportunity pinch choot and caress hips. 7 days passed. I reached at corner and to my surprise they came in a car. I sat between driver and conductor… “Kisi aur ko nahi maalum naa..” I was afraid that they may share me with their friends.. “Nahi rani…”...

3 years ago
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My Friends Hot Mom Debbie Part1

During Desert Storm, I was serving in the Air Force and ready to come home on leave. At nineteen, I was in very good shape with a very firm body and neglected cock after being gone for so long. I was given a couple weeks leave after being gone for a year, so I immediately started making plans.  My mom had a goof-ball boyfriend living with her, so I didn't want to stay there. Next best option, my HS best friend. The more I thought about staying with my friend, the better it sounded. My friend's...

MILF
1 year ago
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Interaction with the neighbours part1

I consider myself to be a very fortunate person; at the age of nineteen I own my own house. I inherited from my Uncle, along with an extensive library of erotic literature (most of it is simply porn) and what is probably one of the largest private collections of implements designed to cause pain. It is a nice house too, detached with three bedrooms, a living room, a dinning room and a kitchen to die for. It also has a good size study, which I have converted into a hobby room, you will find at...

Spanking
4 years ago
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Hot Babysitter part1

I was in desperate need of a night out so I asked my husband if we could get a babysitter for the boys and go to dinner. He happily agreed and called the neighbors to see if their daughter, Susie, was available. Thankfully she was so we set it up for Saturday night. Saturday came around and I was more than ready to go out and look sexy for my hubby. I chose a short black fitted dress that hugged my hips and was low in the front to show off my C cup tits. I threw on some 4in black heels and let...

Bisexual
1 year ago
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Diva The Girl who tried to break Bens Dick

Diva was a woman who worked as a temp secretary in my company about a year ago. Everyone called her Diva because of her loud, brassy, bossy, and some called, obnoxious, personality. She was a tall woman; bottle blonde, fleshy but not fat, and noisy as hell. Occasionally after work, we'd stop off for a few drinks and some girl talk, and on a few occasions, Ben would stop by to pick me up after work. He didn't care much for Diva but tolerated her since she was a loyal worker and I found her...

3 years ago
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Hot Babysitter part2

My first story left off with me licking and sucking my hot babysitter and then taking her upstairs. Now we continue....I took Susie up to my room and noticed my husband was in the shower. Susie was already naked, her gorgeous young body begging for more action. I quickly undressed and got on the bed. My hot little babysitter crawled up beside me and started sucking my tits. She was working each of my nipples, swirling her tongue around them and sucking each one into her hot mouth. She brought...

Bisexual
2 years ago
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Claires Conception Part

I think I fell in love with Claire the first time I saw her, standing with her team mates in her hockey kit in the queue for dinner in the refectory of our University Hall of Residence. Dark haired, athletically built and sporty, she seemed a long way out of my class. Despite being basically tall and good-looking myself – in great shape after many years playing rugby – there was something about her that I found different from other girls and, frankly, intimidating but I couldn’t get her out of...

Wife Lovers
4 years ago
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Spanked for Speeding Part

Exiting the highway and dropping down into the trees, she thought of Little Red Riding Hood and smiled. The anticipation throbbed wickedly inside her. Turning right, onto the two-lane, she passed the new gas station. Her tongue flicked across her lips; she was once again headed towards her Grandmother’s house. A naughty Little Red Riding Hood, wanting the big, bad wolf to find her. She was even wearing a red blouse. The road curved away from her, disappearing in the green of the forest. She...

Spanking
3 years ago
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Historia 8 La Cita 2 Parte

Después de lo que había pasado en el hotel aquel, no podía quitarme de la cabeza lo ocurrido.Antes de salir de la habitación me había dado un pequeño papel con la dirección de su trabajo y el número de teléfono.Había pasado ya casi un mes cuando encontré esa nota guardada en mi cajón entre mi ropa anterior, la saque y no pude evitar sentir que mi respiración se agito recordando de nuevo aquella verga en mis labios entrando y saliendo, sus venas marcadas.Cargue la nota entre mis libros unos días...

2 years ago
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Compartments

(C) Mojavejoe420 2020 Ships, particularly warships, have watertight compartments to stop internal flooding from torpedoes, bombs, or other hull damage to the ship. Sailors slam the heavy steel doors (hatches) shut and seal them tight, also known as dogging the hatches. This keeps the ship afloat during times of crisis. Military people, particularly those who have seen combat, also have compartments. When you’re flying off of your leader’s wing (who is also your best friend) and he gets...

2 years ago
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Divya Mami Ki Nabhi Ki Chudayi

Hello,sabhi aunty,didi,bhabhi aur girls ke liye h. Mai abhi yahaan naya aaya hu. To plz mera thoda khayam rakhna aap sabhi.Ok to ab mai apne bare me btata hu. Mai 33 yrs ka ek naujawan ladka hu aur abhi tak single hu.Mera naam raj h aur mai agra se hu. Meri height 5feet 8inch hai, mera rang gora h aur mera lund 7.5 inch lamba h aur 3.5inch mota h. Mai hamesha se hi nabhi ka deewana hu. Muje gehri aur lamhi nabhi bahut psand h. Nabhi itni bdi ho ki usme lemon pura aa jaye fir chahe wo nabhi...

2 years ago
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Divya 8211 Ek Teacher Ki Sex Story 8211 Part V

After sex with Vinay a colleague of mine at school against whom I made a complain last year at tea –stall ,he brought me to his house. I saw his wife Usha. Vinay desired to get his wife fucked by kaka of tea-stall. I just had one lesbian experience with our maid Sonia but seeing Usha , Vinay’s wife I got aroused . She looked at me smilingly. I hugged her and began kissing her passionately and simultaneously I pressed chuchi and hips. She pushed me away and without looking at me asked , “Kya ho...

4 years ago
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Divya Bhabhi Ke Sath Hotel Mein Sex

Hi dosto mera naam Raj hai aur meri umar 22 saal hai. Main Delhi ka rehne wala hu. Main aaj jo hotel mein sex wala incident aapko batane jaa raha hu usse pehle tak main virgin tha. Mere college mein mere kafi friends the jinki gf thi. Par meri koi gf nahi rahi kabhi. Main aksar try karta tha kisi ladki ka date karne ka par thoda shy hone ki wajah se kar nahi pata tha. Mujhe bhi apni virginity todni thi par pata nahi tha kaise tutegi. Mere final year ke exams aa gaye the. Mujhe ek subject mein...

3 years ago
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Losing my virginity

I'm a 21 year old attractive crossdresser from Mumbai, India. I am sharing a true story of how my roommate turned into a permanent fuck buddy!I've been crossdressing for 10 yrs now and have my own collection of all kinds of stuff you can think of. I moved into the city 2 years back and rented an apartment with a guy called Vishal who I didn't know at the time. The first few days went in unpacking and setting up my room and trying to build a decent rapport with Vishal, have some drinks once a...

Crossdressing
1 year ago
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I Seduced My Dads Law part

So these won’t really be like stories. At least not yet since I don’t really know how to make up stuff like the writers on here. It will be more like a diary or a blog to tell you about the sex things and other things in my life. This first diary entry I’m gonna give you some background so you understand why I picked this guy for my first time. So this happened yesterday and I’m writing quite fast because I’m so excited so if I spell stuff wrong or whatever, hey it’s my first story ok? So...

First Time
2 years ago
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Sex with My Boyfriends Brother

Tyler and I had been seeing each other for over a year.  He thought he loved me and that we were going to get married.  He was sweet and funny and always polite.  He was tall with short sandy blonde hair and bright green eyes.  He was a year older than I, at 19.  The relationship seemed perfect from the outside looking in.  But there was one flaw; Tyler was abstinent and I wasn't.  Tyler and I had talked about having sex many times, and we fooled around a little bit a few times.  But Tyler said...

Straight Sex
2 years ago
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A Glastonbury Sacrifice

The full moon had not yet risen as the girl trudged along the rough path that traversed the top of the long ridge up the Tor. Even so, there was sufficient light for her to see the ruined tower of St Michael’s Church on the summit, silhouetted against the darkening sky. She looked down at the baby clasped in her arms, barely three months old, and wrapped the shawl tighter around it. This Midsummer Eve the weather was warm and clear, but there was moisture in the air and she did not want it to...

Supernatural
2 years ago
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Glastonbury 2013

Chapter 1 Tuesday 25, June My name is Tony Gates and I own and run a ten bedroom, Georgian period guesthouse in Shepton Mallet, Somerset. I work long hours sometimes and I don't get rich as a result of doing it, but I'm my own boss and I suppose that I'm relatively happy. Most of the bookings are made through the Internet nowadays, so all that I have to do is check my email account for the automated notifications every morning after I've made the breakfasts and then cleared everything...

2 years ago
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Divya 8211 Ek Teacher Kee Sex Story 8211 Part II

Next morning at breakfast table I told both of them to take care that Sonia do not get pregnant. “Don’t worry, I am not at all unhappy or angry…” I patted girl… “You can have him as much you wish…we both can share young man. ” No hard feelings from my side. I got ready and went to bus stand. I ignored Vinay who was waiting for me and I boarded bus. Driver smiled seeing me but conductor gave me an angry look. “Madam , jagah nahi hai….” He said without looking at me. “Mere liye jagah nahi to...

3 years ago
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Divya the Diva

I was bored, since I came back into the country because my sexual urges increased, as there was no real outlet for it. I became frustrated and was itching for it. I wanted it badly and I really could not concentrate on anything else. That was when I laid my eyes on divya aunt. She was living in the same street and her house was on the other side of the road. I was in my vacation and all, so I had a lot of time to feast my eyes with her. With all the clothes on, you could still see that beneath...

Incest
2 years ago
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Encased In Plaster

ENCASED IN PLASTER By Hungry Guy     Dale's house, set back from a lonely dirt road just off I-78 out in rural Pennsylvania, was full of plaster and ceramic sculptures of wildlife.  He had a workshop studio in his basement with sculpting tools and supplies, and he had long since converted his garage into a gallery and store.  People would drive all the way from New York and Philadelphia to buy his works.  He wasn't wealthy by any means, but his hobby provided him a modest income.    Unknown to...

3 years ago
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How I Made Love To My Mother Atlast

Hey guys this is Anuj again and am back as i promised with this story “How I Made Love To My Mother Atlast” Let me give you an introduction about me, I’m a avg-looking guy 5’11 tall with a thick 6′ dick, which i believe is good enough. The Heroine of my story is my beautiful mother, Aditi(43),though she looks like she’s near 35, Hieght-5’2 and figure 36-28-36, her assets are jaw dropping and still make men in the marketplace etc hard and she’s one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever...

Incest
3 years ago
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The Christmas Party

Christmas parties.I hate them.At our office they are mandatory, which isn't very fair if you ask me. Why be forced into something you don't want to do just for the sake of "office relations"? If only the high-ups knew what kind of relations were going on, they might change their minds. When I take my boss' job, which I will one day, I will stop the parties being mandatory. They have this thing where they choose a male and female to be "sexy" Santa's. This year my friend Wendy, was chosen as the...

Office Sex
1 year ago
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Seducing My Neighbors part

It was something of a surprise when I found out that Paul Dirk had been making love to my daughters. Both Susie and Becky were now in college and only came home during the holidays and the summer. So they must have used that time to have fun with Paul. I must admit I was jealous. I had not been well serviced by my husband, Cal, for years now. Oh we often went on cruises and such, but he always ended up playing poker and then getting drunk and collapsing in our room. I hardly ever got a really...

Seduction
1 year ago
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Last Train

(This story was written in collaboration with JustTK. Please feel free to check out his stories. This story is pure fantasy. I will warn that there will be parts where men will be eating other men's cum, but there is no guy on guy action. It focuses mainly on the female character. I hope you enjoy.) Its a busy night on the subway train. Everyone is coming home from partying all night, the New Years flare wearing off. This would be the last train of the night. The loading area is full of people...

Taboo
2 years ago
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Divya Loses Her Virginity

Hello guys. In this story, I am going to narrate an incident which took place during my school days.   I was in college back then. I was an average student who topped only in maths. Everyone was shocked about my extraordinary skills in mathematics. I scores 60 in other subjects but was always the first marks scorer in maths. May be I was naturally good in mathematics. My friends used to clear their doubts from me.   They would come to my house and we would discuss the sums in my room....

3 years ago
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Divya Likes Her Guest Faculty 8211 Part 1

Hi this is Chinna again with a new Story. Thanks for liking my story and giving mails. Anyone want to mail me my mail id is Let me introduce me again. I am 32 years old and 5.7” height and well built. I have good length of my manhood which can satisfy any lady. I stay in Bangalore now and was working for a very reputed company while the story happened. Let me tell you this happened around 5 years back and I was taking Guest Lectures in reputed Engineering colleges. We had leave on Saturday and...

3 years ago
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ma femme et mon client 2eme partie

nous etions a table et attendions les miss qui etaient partie se faire un brin de toilettes ,le temps nous semblaient long ,trop long mon client et nous decidons d aller voir ce qu elle faisaient etant donné qu on avait tres faimnous montons dans ma chambre ou se trouve aussi notre salle de bain privative et la en entrant dans la chambre nous les voyons toute les deux nue sur le lit ,encore humide de la douche avec un etalage de gode ma femme a une collection exceptionnelle ,j avoue je lui en...

2 years ago
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Sunday with Miss Suzy Premire partie

Sunday--Miss Suzy Premi?re partie "The best things in life are free. The second best are very expensive." Since I de-planed in the Big Apple (I came from Ohio, but am most certainly not a Scientologist--unless an impeccable platinum banded solitaire ring of about five carats is part of the deal) I've had oodles of marriage proposals and was even, briefly, engaged. All very flattering, but I can afford to be choosy--or could. I think it's well past time if a lady is unmarried at 3...

Humor
3 years ago
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The Last Virgin

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