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*Teri*

Welcome to another misty noon in Moose Bridge Harbor - the Bridge, as locals say - where the air looks as if it's been jetted from a vaporizer and even a flying volleyball seems to gather dewdrops. Blame the sleep-sucking heatwave back home in the Hudson Valley that's frying car seats (and the screaming thighs that weld to them) for the sixth day in a row. Even from Portland to Presque Isle, it's reported that sidewalks are steaming like Sunday night tempers at the Hampton tolls.

I've escaped all that, of course. Out on the peninsula, the sea buffers June's dying dragon gasp into a wet-muzzled, barkless sheepdog, which any minute now will shake its fluffy coat and fan beachgoers with a friendly onshore wag. Unlike the Cape's famous Saharan sandscapes, Quonnicut Beach is a quaint crescent half-carpeted with stones at low tide. But a fragrant necklace of balsam pine and islet cufflinks beautify the little strand into a best-kept-secret destination. 

Between the weathered cedar bathhouse and silvery pillows of dune grass sprawls a recreational area where tourists and townies alike join flailing forests on either side of the threadbare net. There's no line referee. Players, much like the ramshackle blueberry stands lining Route 3, are on the honor system.

It's the perfect hideaway to exercise paroled-from-senior-year-study-grind wings and dust off the residue from Forgot His Name, who had the colossal cojones to ditch me the day after senior prom for Hatchet Profiled Homewrecker. I have to admit that four hundred miles of separation plus four hours a day of slamming ball beat the heck out of the urge to embellish the latest 'couple selfies' on his Snapchat with Snidely Whiplash mustaches - not that I could even access Snapchat in this village where Bluetooth is spelled with lower-case, always in the plural and refers to the condition of your dentistry after a serving of the Hungry Buoy Diner's most famous pie.

New acquaintances have also helped, like Lauren, the ginger-kitten Colby undergrad whose mewls of 'y'all' softened even stony Mrs. Danforth when the latter rang up our sunblock and Tic-Tacs at the apothecary's behemoth bronze bell of a cash register. Unfortunately, Lauren's just passing through on her way to Savannah and she's probably charming a new pair of gloves onto a TSA capo at the Jetport about now. I miss her sweet-tea mojo already.

"Match point!"

The foghorn shout belongs to a zinc-anointed warrior who relays the ball toward a girl about my age poised coolly behind the end line. Soundlessly her fingers trap the pass before it can rebound off the lofty Blue Hills mounding the front of her tank top. Above them, a pair of latte lips aerates and cracks hot-pink balloons of gum. 

I have no idea what her name is but have spotted her about the beach and village. Those striking eyes stand out in a crowd. No, not like the chick who was all over social media a few years back, the one whose look was, well, Surfer Groucho. The brows are far less extreme - think vanilla beans instead of Vanilla Ice. Pretty sure she's a natural blonde too. Texture-wise, not California-shiny but more rustic, like a coyote's winter coat.

Barbi Breckenridge, walking mannequin for Revlon and sorority queen of Van Cortlandt High, isn't even in the same league.

"Slut's turn to serve," hisses from behind me. 

She tosses, leaps, then connects with a well-aimed fist.

This is no casual lob but a missile that whooshes five feet to my left and dodges two sets of upstretched arms. Heads in the second row duck in self-preservation and allow the ball to crater the sand, inches from a token dive.

Cheers override groans; players scatter like marbles. Some roll toward the beach while others, drawn by the greasy waft from sizzling clam fritters, cluster under the snack bar's faded Coke signs.

My side might have lost, but secretly I'm gloating over how the slandered scorer showed up the Bitch Whisperers. Now is as good an opportunity as any to introduce myself and congratulate Vanilla Eyes before the rest of her fan club shows up. 

She's bent forward rummaging her canvas tote, profile veiled by fanned-out locks, caramel shoulders warmed by a milky splash of sunlight. Her roomy caboose strains the gym shorts into a relief map of their subsurface. Today's Rand McNally is cotton-plain with well-defined borders.

"Nice job," is the most I can manage, attention diverted by the primitive gull wings etched across her butt cheeks.

The ace goddess straightens and turns my way, lips hooked into a smirk that makes it clear I've been busted. She's even prettier up close.

"Thanks, New Yawk." The coastal drawl smokes of Demi Moore and accessorizes the sable brows to perfection.

From two words? What is she, some kind of linguistics prodigy too?

"Hey, Dawn," squeaks from my left.

Here come her homies. At least I said my piece. "Hey, Brooke," the blonde calls past my shoulder. "You missed a good game."

Turns out Squeaky aka Brooke isn't breaking stride, and her, "Maybe tomorrow. Catch you then!" fades into the thump and whoosh of an incoming swell.

We're alone again and my adrenaline-fueled bravado has crashed and burned. I can't think of a thing to say other than to sputter my name and, "Nice meeting you." 

"You were here last year," Dawn challenges, flicking the coyote tail over her shoulder. The briny dampness blooms with sugared orange blossoms. 

"Yeah..." Between her scent and the midnight sun of her stare, my pulse is doing pirouettes. "I stay with my aunt. How 'bout you?”

“Live here, just the other side of Harbor Ro-oww! Shit!"

"You okay?" Did she twist something? One leg bent flamingo-style, she's hobbling over to rest on a nearby boulder. I follow discreetly in her wake, ready to help without hovering.

"Yeah. Fucking stones." She hoists an ankle atop the opposite knee so she can inspect her sneaker. 

"I know, right? Happens to me all the time."

While she attacks the lacing, the leg opening of her shorts yawns like a windblown curtain to reveal the innermost sweep of its occupying thigh. Moments ago, the same limb was a sturdy propellant for victory. Its musculature, now in repose, softens to a gilded curve of temptation luring the eye inward, where a shaded juncture...

Hold up. What exactly are you looking at?

... is hiding the gull of her gull wings...

Mind your own business.

... and if one focuses hard enough... 

No. Don't even think about it.

There it is - a pale slender funnel, barely visible where the shade is deepest... 

I said behave yourself!

It takes a strong dose of willpower to look dutifully downward. Virtue's reward is - eww - a cigarette butt crushed in a dirt nap. 

Screw virtue.

What did you just say?

Fuck virtue. Check out that painted-on gusset that, well, isn't covering much on this side of her kitty-cat canyon. 

Wash your brain out with soap, pervette.

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Heh. Someone's been browsing Desktop Dix waaay too much.

Offstage, her French-manicured grip twists the heel free. The ripple effect flaps the scene shut, then open, shut, open.

I realize my fingers are crossed inside my pocket. It stays open.

Though I'm no mathematician - cute Mr. Kirby notwithstanding - my imagination quantum-leaps into theories on how such cloistered smoothness might have acquired its lovely tan. Theories such as the velocity of a tossed thong, complementary angles of parted limbs and solar penetration, degrees of friction in lotion application techniques leading to spontaneous surface tension experiments -

Will you have some respect for a person's privacy? My A-student side stamps its foot, startling my truant twin into a guilty glance at our new acquaintance's newer frown.

See? Curiosity just killed your social cat.

She's looking daggers - at her empty shoe.

Whew. That was close. Better not push your luck.

But this visual cookie jar is too tantalizing not to take advantage of its lifted lid. And the risk-reward ratio sweetens upon observing how the taut meringue slingshot molds to the narrow frond of her inner lips and purses both boundaries into one delectable honey-glazed pout. The overall effect is Oreo Golden. Or, as a typical From Away observer who didn't know any better might think, snickerdoodle whoopie pie.

Knock it off!

The flutter in that spot normally tweaked by pop icon Anton Sivrett's leather-hugged stage bulge is making me wish Blondie's maneuvers would uncover a little more. Or better yet, rip the canvas altogether. Anything to answer the riddle of whether her Intracoastal matches the aesthetic appeal of its Outer Banks. 

So tight... one deep breath could pop it right open...

My thighs clamp together to suppress the sudden zig-zagging effervescence, which only makes it worse, like dropping an unopened can of Moxie during the late-night fridge raid.

If she catches you gawking, the rest of your summer is toast.

Miraculously, she doesn't, and when her posture changes again, it's not in a Peeping Tomika's favor. The cookie jar is moved out of reach.

What was she saying? Oh yeah... Harbor Road.

“Lucky you. Wish I could stay after the summer." Disappointed, I heave a sigh at the pine-spiked horizon, dreaming of a certain creamy contrail.

Having ejected the offending pebble, she cinches the bow, leaps to her feet and snorts. “You haven't been here in winter. Snow up to your ass, and there's nothing to do but shovel it.”

Bang. It's a shot over the bow and enough to chase off the naughty nibbles. Despite occasional annoyance at the Bridge's lack of infrastructure, a lot of its memories have been collected and treasured: rainy-day sunporch hours immersed in a tattered paperback, wild-rose-scented bike rides to the village for postcards, and of course, the cute weatherman who brightens over-the-air TV from Bangor. Even if Miss I-Live-Here has a point, I refuse to indulge self-pity about being marooned in such a magical place.

“Not so different from home, then. But it’s getting hot now and I could go for a swim.”

“I’ll go with you. Wait for me while I change?"

Huh? Back home, I'm as visible to the 'in' girls as cashless constituents to a congressman. Now someone who makes even Barbi Breckenridge look like a spaz wants to tag along on my outing? Anton might as well be asking me to be his date for the Grammys. Okay, maybe not quite.

"Um... sure. I have to change too."

We take side-by-side dressing cubicles in the small, rustic bathhouse. The door hook is broken but it's damp enough for the panel to stick shut. I set the beach bag on a sand-caked bench and coax a pink scrap from its terrycloth cocoon as shrieks of acute discomfort pierce the hiss and splatter from the communal cold-water shower.

"What happened to that redhead you were hanging with?" echoes from Dawn's side.

Hmm. She's noticed more than I thought. "Lauren? She flew back home for the summer."

Beneath the painted-wood partition scribbled with 'J Luvs D' graffiti, Dawn's shorts and panties glide down over the tanned calves, form snowy hoops for her Skechers, then whisk out of sight, leaving legs bare and... and... and a lot of inappropriate curiosities to swarm and attack like Aroostook blackflies. Except these feel much different. Like feathers instead of bites. 

Act normal. At least, try. "So how'd you know where I'm from?"

"Your t-shirt."

"Oh." Logo amnesia humiliates another wearer. The Judas screenprint distorts when I unhook my bra, enjoy the random caress of its loose ends, and stretch the straps through the sleeves. "Could've been a gift." It isn't. I'm just messing with her.

One by one, her shapely legs thread a glimpse of lucky - I mean, bright - yellow. "We don't get too many from your tribe out this way, but I've heard enough of you to recognize one." 

As my skivvies come off I stare at the clear sap drizzling their hammock, bewildered anyone but Anton could have tapped it. Hasn't it only been hours since I propped up his picture, fingers instigating their usual mischief under the sleep-warmed LL Bean duvet until I bit my lip through two... Geez, wasn't that enough to calm things down at least till tonight? 

I'm debating whether there's time - and whether I can be quiet enough - to delay pulling up my suit and erase the zig-zagging feathers with a few targeted rubs when a sharp knock on the partition collapses the opening argument.

"I said, how long you here for?" Dawn is asking with a second-time-around edge.

"Oh, sorry. Last week in August." Forget the fun method. Shock therapy in a cold sea will have to do instead. I snap the shoulder straps into place and grip the top of the stuck door. It opens with a scuff and a squeak. 

Dawn emerges a few seconds later in a bikini that barely restrains a pair of pomelo swells in its lemon-sized cups and frames a surprisingly flat wall of tummy dusted with the same sun-bleached down that highlights her forearms. The coyote-fur tresses are coiled into a loose topknot. The overall effect is...

"Wow." Where's my camera when I need it? Barbi Breckenridge would turn bile green under her bleached roots.

She glances at my chest and grins. "Cute nips."

What did she just say?  

I look down and there they are - twin buds puckering the skintight fabric as if to blow tiny kisses at Dawn's haltered, jutting supremacies. 

Before we can get to the exit, I unzip the bag and scramble for the safety of the t-shirt once more. Tomorrow I'll be sure to pack the ribbed flower-print. Not even the business end of a thumbtack could show through that.
 

*Dawn*
 

He's waiting when we come out of the changing area. He doesn't say anything, just leans against the breezeway scrolling his phone. But his first glance peels away the skimpy bikini I squeezed into not five minutes ago.

"Mind taking this? I'll be out in a few." I hand my tote to the girl with the cute nips. Too bad she's such a prude and put her shirt back on. Even now, she hesitates. "Go ahead, set up anywhere. I'll find you."

She nods and is carried off in a squealing tomato tide of Parks and Rec t-shirts, so anxious to get to the water that I doubt she's noticed him.

I bend down and pretend to retie my shoe until the passing group wanders out of earshot. "The fuck are you doing here?"

"Hoping to run into you." Barechested and buff in khaki shorts with a low-slung waistband, Reid Collins looks scrumptious, more like a fitness model than the future starting QB at Orono.

No surprise there. Lissa Brewer, his touch-me-not cheerleader, is out of town for the week.

"I'm kinda busy," I shrug, though a twitch down below says otherwise.

"Just for a minute. Please?"

Something else is missing besides the shirt: his cocky-jock smirk. His eyes are moist and pleading. He's never come on to me in public like this before and if Lissa Brewer gets wind of it, we'll both be up shit creek.

By my calculations, he's had no nookie for the past three weeks. He must need to get off really bad to take this kind of risk. 

Flagship trickles French-kiss the twitch. "Okay. Just for a minute."

We steal separately to the woods off a remote corner of the parking lot. As soon we can't be seen, he starts to back me into a fir, tongue diving into my mouth, khaki bulge excavating the front of my hip as he grinds his body against mine.

"Not the goddamn tree," I snap. "I'll never get the sap out of my hair."

"Geez, Hotcakes, the gum again," he pants nearly at the same time. 

I turn my head and blow-gun the obstacle. "Better?"

His large mitts have burrowed beneath my bra and are shoving it into a shoulder-bridging twist. "Much better." While he seizes the uncovered boobs as if they'd just turned into a game-winning interception, I yank at his trunks, ejecting a thick goalpost that slaps my palm with expectant arrogance. 

"So where's your girlfriend?" I murmur into his lips. We both know she's hiking in Cape Breton, but it turns him on to hear the prospect of forbidden relief in plain words, and he moans from the snug tug of other-than-girlfriend fingers wrapping his upright.

His eyes glaze with the delirium of a frat pledge about to get laid for the first time as he humps my fist. We haven't been alone together since sneaking off to his bedroom the week before his graduation party, to which I'd worn nothing under my dress and thought it was Reid feeling me up until...

"Fuck!" Frustration shortens his breath when I let go.

"That's exactly what you need, isn't it?" My fingers glide up the sensitive belly of his beast until a thumb and two fingers mimic sucking lips atop the hard-candy dome. "A hot fuck. It's why you keep coming back."

Next thing I know, he's maneuvered us onto a carpet of patchy grass and broken pine boughs so that I'm on all fours, pulls aside the bikini's gusset and tries to keep it there long enough for his probing pigskin to split the slippery seam and spike the end zone. Eagerly it sinks up to the stitching but goes no further. One push, a second push...then, to my hollow disappointment, it slips out.

He releases the band with a defeated snap. "Take 'em off."

"Take 'em off yourself. Why should I do all the work?"

"'Cause I might rip them, Smartass, and then you'd have to walk home in a very fuck-able, not to mention arrest-able, state." His palm delivers an emphatic smack on a suit-bared bum cheek. "C'mon, don't keep us waiting."

He lets up long enough for me to wrestle myself bottomless, then sneaks a dewy swipe from my slit and gloats over the telltale gloss it harvests. "You want this as bad as I do, you little slut. Turn over and get ready to take it."

Too excited to wait, he tackles me into position from behind. His dense thighs splay mine for the aggressive, stout crown which pokes its way through my lips. I wish he'd do it some more, but the rest of his strapping teen pride is gung-ho to slide up my drenched longneck and cork it shut with a mighty throb.

"Unnhh," Reid gasps and gropes.

This won't take long. Think I'll let the horny jock in on the idea I've been brewing - and fast. My tush jiggles against the bristled sinew of his abs, seating him even deeper.

"Ever been with two girls at once?" 

He huffs a hopeful, "Nope."

"Huh. Not even the Jones twins? Erin bragged she went commando in the bleachers during your last practice and made sure you and Jimmy G. got a peek." Instant thickening below. Bullseye. "Come on, you can tell me." I reach down to coax some compliance with a few strokes over the rigid base of his inserted horniness.

"Huh, yeah... Thought about it... Oooh... But that's as far as it went."

"Like to do more than think about it?"

He thrusts, and my fingertips reconnect with a pair of prickly Moses Woods. "Long as one of them is you," he grunts.

Neither Jones would use her mouth on anything other than a double scoop of Giffords Moose Tracks. "Me, and someone else I could teach how to blow you the way you like it."

"Mmmph!"

"There's more than enough room for both of us to lick your lollipop at once--"

"Onnhhh!"

"- until you were good and hard for her cherry -"

"Unhhh!"

"Or I could play with her first... make you watch... get you so hot and bothered, your dick blasts all over itself before you can even get your hand near it."

"Rrnhh!"

"Or if you couldn't wait to pop her, I might just let you do it... then let you look while I tongue your cum out of her quivering little -"

"Nghhh!" His cock jerks and swells to what feels like twice its normal hugeness.

"Think you'd like that? 'Course you would. How long do you think you could stand it -"

"Dirty bitch!"

"- before you slid it in and started to giddy-up the nearest one of us, Big Boy?"

"Unnh... ohhh... nghh!" He knocks my arm out of the way to recapture the bouncing tits and he doesn't pull out, just jams in tight and spurts as if soldering himself inside me. In all the times we've fucked, this is a first; he usually unloads all over my boobs. I'm so turned on from talking him up, my nub is as swollen as a grape, but his watermelon has jettisoned its load and is already receding like a sucked-on Popsicle. No dice on doing something about it.

I scoot out from under him, shimmy into my brief, unravel the bra so it scoops up my boobs again, and start running. Reid's a big boy. He can look after himself.

"Hotcakes!" he implores. "C'mon. Who?"

I turn and wag my tits at him. "Don't you trust me?"

His semi-stiffness bobbles a horizontal nod as he reclaims the crumpled trunks from around his ankles. The sight of it refires a wicked need.

I'm impatient for the trees to shield me completely so that I can strip off my brief again, drop to my knees and walk them outward until Reid's favorite Fleshlight is drooling inches above the dirt. It's either this or climb the lifeguard tower and straddle and hump the impressively packed Fanta Shorts on duty.

Below the pushed-up jock magnets blocking my view, my fingers spread Reid's jizz up and down until they slither with naughty intent over the button I didn't get to push enough while his boner was enjoying a hot snuggle so close to it.

What we just did doesn't even qualify as a coming attraction on my fantasy playback. I'm thinking of other secret rituals submitted to in the woods lately, and it multiplies the slickened prods into strategically twisting tongues. The harder they lap, the deeper I'm sucked into the scene. 

Shutting my eyes to approximate blindfolded blackness, I can almost smell the loamy tarp and feel myself squirming against its coarse weight, gruff commands burning my ear, rougher hands chafing my bare bottom, ropes biting -

Oh fuck.

All fuses overload, sizzle and pop within light-headed seconds. My thighs split wider under the urgent weight and a surprising prickle of pine detritus in the right place catapults a groan past clenched teeth. I goad and grimace through a haze of sweet, dirty agony until my sleeve finishes convulsing its gratitude and expels melted marshmallow icicles onto the rusty forest floor.

Dying to go for more but satisfied I can at least concentrate again, I drag myself to my feet, dress and sprint onward across a short-cut track until the gloom yields to a bright sandy amphitheater peppered with folding chairs and umbrellas. I have other things to think about, like putting my plan into action.

First, a swim to rinse off.

Then, it's time to get to know the new girl.

 

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Slowly, he began removing her clothing, his hand gently caressing her soft skin. She moaned lightly as his hands reached beneath her top and massaged her breasts. Her legs parted instinctively as he explored beneath her laced briefs. She glanced into the mirror above them and studied the immense contrast between her petit body against his naked Adonis form. Soon her clothing laid in a crumpled pile beside the bed. The room was hot and steamy, and their body glistened with moisture. He stood in...

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Adonis

Slowly, he began removing her clothing, his hand gently caressing her soft skin. She moaned lightly as his hands reached beneath her top and massaged her breasts. Her legs parted instinctively as he explored beneath her laced briefs. She glanced into the mirror above them and studied the immense contrast between her petit body against his naked Adonis form. Soon her clothing laid in a crumpled pile beside the bed. The room was hot and steamy, and their body glistened with moisture. He stood in...

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At the Adonis in Philly

I frequently go to the Adonis gay theater on Sansom Street in Philadelphia. I always wear my bra and panties under my male clothes, and when I get downstairs to the dark area I take off my shirt and play with my nipples through my bra. Usually I get ignored (I'm not at all femme). But last week I was in a booth hoping to score a cock when an older man came in and took charge as I always hope for. He grabbed my nipples hard, and told me to take off my pants, shoes and socks. I did, and...

1 year ago
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The Rogues Harem Book 1 Chapter 8 Rogues Hot Pursuit

Book One: Rogue's Sultry Harem Part Eight: Rogue's Hot Pursuit By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Chapter Twenty-Two: Humiliating Lust Zanyia “Master!” screamed from my throat as I rolled my body. Heat burned across my back, dog claws scratching as the beast scrambled to stay on me. My fingernails sprouted claws. Fury hissed from me as jaws snapped down at my face, green eyes reflecting death. I struck the dog's muzzle with a slashing blow....

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Strip Trivial Pursuit Challenge

I had always flirted with Clare, she is good fun and desperately in need of a boyfriend. We had tried to match her to several of our single friends and her best friend my girlfriend Susan used to say she would have a much better chance if she lost a little weight. Clare was not really fat, she had a very big round bum and big breasts but quite a trim waist and had I not been with Susan I would certainly have been interested myself. She has short black hair, which I think if it were a little...

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Earths CoreChapter 7 The Beginning of The Great Earths Core Pursuit

The second in April, year 5785. Three o'clock in the afternoon. A line of eleven parked busses stretched to a bit over a hundred meters at the entrance to tunnel seventy seven from cave twenty five. Families from all over cave twenty five accompanied their eligible youngsters and saw them get on the busses. Approximately six hundred and forty participants were about to be sent from cave twenty five, this year. For the second consecutive year Zetsa volunteered as the representative...

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The Pursuit of Manliness

It was patently evident to Colonel Nesmith Norman what the nawab was so clumsily suggesting. The pretty girl who was being presented to him and who was one of the nawab’s many daughters borne to him no doubt by one of his many wives was fully at Colonel Norman’s disposal should he so desire. This had become one of the many acknowledged perquisites in a career in Her Majesty’s Services Overseas, particularly to be expected when one had the power to bring advantage to one of Her Majesty’s...

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Pursuit of Happiness Part 1

Pursuit of Happiness Part I ? by: Amanda More At last I was at liberty. Free to explore the real me, free to do what I wanted to do. Married for ten, often painful, years from the age of 22, my divorce was finally through, I had a new job and was living in a new area far away from my ex-wife and old 'friends'. Now only fear of the unknown would stop me from leading the life I needed to live. My problem or gift depending on how you view it was that I was a TV and I was...

3 years ago
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owyn Book 1 The CageChapter 20 Pursuit

[ Setting the scene: the events of this chapter take place as the Rohirrim ride to Gondor. Éowyn has defied King Théoden’s orders twice: first by disguising herself as a man named Dernhelm in order to join the ride, and second by inviting Meriadoc to come with her. Only Marshal Elfhelm is aware of both Dernhelm’s true identity and the order to leave Merry behind. Holbytla is the Rohirric word for Hobbit.] 11 March 3019 (Third Age), Eastfold That’s it. I regret bringing the Halfling. Hands...

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Drinking game turns to strip Trivial Pursuit

The night started off simply as two couples watching movies together, while eating some pizza. The other couple was Danielle and Kevin. Danielle is a very cute red head with killer green eyes, freckles, a slim waist, and what seem to be amazing breasts that she often shows off in tight low-cut tops. Kevin is a cool guy who I have known for several years now. My girlfriend is Melissa. She's a cute little brunette, with amazing dimples that melt me every time she smiles. Melissa also has shiny...

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The Blindfold Game

“Have you ever had any… kinky fantasies?” I asked my boyfriend one day. We were lying in bed together one Sunday morning, still breathing hard from our last orgasms. The rain was coming down outside, and it was a perfect day to spend wrestling in the sheets, and enjoying the inherent laziness of the day.  Marc, my boyfriend of the past three years, rose up on one elbow. “Well, that depends. What do you mean by kinky?” I grinned and rolled over to face him. “You know… something you’ve always...

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The Silent Game

"I'll see you later, baby," he tells me, "let's play this game again, soon, shall we?" he says, smirking, and kisses my forehead before making his way to my window and climbing out. The cold morning breeze licks at my naked body, cooling me down as the sweat and juices from our lovemaking dries. I sigh, content and satisfied as the tingles of pleasure still course through my body. My eyelids droop down and closes as sleep evades my world. **A few hours before** My ringing phone stirs me from my...

Reluctance
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Adonis in the Flesh Ch 03

*Apologies for the wait! Ellena and Gabe’s story has been bothering me for a while now, so I took a break and started a new project. I’m back to these two stubborn mules though. There’s no sex, again. I know some people may be annoyed by that, but the chapters are pretty short and the story has been writing itself and these two just don’t want to go there yet! I promise, it will be well worth the wait. Please leave comments, vote and send me feedback. I spend hours writing, fretting over every...

1 year ago
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Adonis in the Flesh Ch 02

*Thank you all for your amazing comments and feedback on the first chapter. Big thanks to Pennlady for schooling my ass on punctuation, I was getting a little lazy. This story is building on its own and at its own pace, so it may be a bit slow and I apologize! Lots of characters are walking around in my head! This definitely isn’t a ‘quickie’ so if that’s what you’re hoping for I’m sorry. I promise more answers in the third! Enjoy* * Elle had just set her sandy feet through her apartment...

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Pocket Adonis

A little about me: 5'10" 200 8" White, Married and on the DL. I had some time on the way home the other night. I was in the area where there is a cruisy bookstore that I like to stop at when I'm in the area, so I stopped hoping to find a little action before I head home. It was about 9:30pm and when I walked in there was not really much happening. I bought a $5 token and went in to the video booth, not seeing anybody as I walked through the booths going to the one in the very back. I was a...

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The Cheating Game

It was a game we played, and nothing more. Some flighty teases here, some forbidden glimpses there, dropping my purse and bending over, making sure my short dress rode up to reveal more of creamy thighs and butt cheeks than considered proper or allowing greedy, foreign hands to linger on my body far too long, all that was part of the secret, thrilling game we used to play whenever we were spending evenings mingling with ‘society’. These games, they always ended with Paul’s arms encircling me...

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the Card Game

It was a late Saturday morning, one of those odd days when the kids weren’t bouncing on the bed yelling in my ear to wake up. I slowly opened my eyes and noticed that the sun was shining through the partially closed curtains. It was a great morning. I got to sleep in. I looked over to the other side of the bed and noticed Kristi was partially still asleep, with a grin that went from ear to ear. "Isn’t it grand that we got the weekend to ourselves?" I asked Kristi who was slowly opening her eyes...

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The Assassins Game

A fog hovered low over the ground that evening as the air hung heavy, saturated in humidity of the southern waterfront. “Damn this street,” she muttered to herself while cautiously making her way across the dimly lit colonial cobblestone street in a pair of high heels. Stepping onto the brick sidewalk, she sighed with relief and walked toward the bright neon ‘Open’ sign at the corner. Dead silence greeted her steps until the loud low boom of a merchant ship’s horn startled her. “I hate those...

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The Game

We go about our days absorbed in our own lives; getting on with our business in our own little bubbles. We pass each other with fleeting glances and are mostly unaware of our instinctual habit of subconsciously assessing the people and world around us. We also have our own pleasures in life. It’s usually something that takes the focus away from the daily grind; for some girls its shoes, others handbags. April Wilkinson, however, had a different passion in life. The unassuming looking girl had a...

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Stephanie and the poker game

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The Nervous Game

Allow me to start out by telling you that this story is entirely true, it took place right after I turned sixteen. And for the boy’s name, I don’t know if it would be right to say, it’s an extremely uncommon name so that will remain anonymous . I had my first sexual experience with someone I never would have expected. It was with my best friend, who like me was a young male. He had come over for a sleepover, and we did the normal stuff: video games, talking about girls, and finally made our way...

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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...

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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 10 Final Part

In last part, part ix you read that by her sexual exhibition she mesmerised hm and three trustees. They not only accepted her conditions but paid much more than agreed amount on the last day of school getting closed for 21 days vacation. She had regular fuck with cm with hope of getting pregnant. She befooled driver & conductor and made them show their cock in hotel. After they left she pressed bell and bahadur, nepali waiter came… “uff madam, bahut badhia aur kadak chuchi hai, uff kitna...

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Poolside Pursuit Contd

A friendly recap of the girls in play from part 1. Allison:  Tall, skinny, long blond hair, sleek and slender build, very intelligent, blue eyes and is wearing a brown/orange/yellow designed bikini with ties around the neck, the back, and on the sides of the bottoms. Bailey:  Brown hair that hangs just past her shoulder, brown eyes, best friends with Candace, large D cup breasts, and is wearing a brown bikini with skulls that have hearts as eyes. Candace:  Long black curly hair, brown eyes,...

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Poolside Pursuit

A friend of mine was out of town enjoying some exotic adventure leaving behind an enormous, beautiful house with a huge pool and hot tub in the back yard.  Some time ago this friend had given me a key to their place for this exact circumstance.  I could use their place while they were gone.  All the normal rules applied, no wild parties, pick up after myself, and so on.  And I had no intention of using their place as a party pad anyway, I simply wanted to use the pool, and get some sun. You...

4 years ago
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The Pursuit is the Prelude to Passion Part 1

Friday, finally. The end of another long week, punctuated by a gentle rainstorm that threatens to linger throughout the weekend. The work week is over, and relaxation is in order for Emma. Emma’s work is fast-moving, fluid, and demanding. She works as an editor, fixing errors and finding the right way to phrase complicated political issues to effectively communicate the meaning and implications intended. As she works in a political office, she is in contact with dozens of politicians, mostly...

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ElevenDigit Pursuit

A bunch of old people nursing pints of Mild and a serious lack of viable pussy are the main reasons social clubs aren't my scene. That and the wall-to-wall excitement: bingo nights, bridge evenings, and discos compered by washed-up music teachers. But at the request of the latest IT client I was fleecing, and the prospect of cheap beer, I made an exception.Turns out that was a damn fine decision.The building itself seemed almost anachronistic alongside the steel-clad offices that had been...

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ElevenDigit Pursuit

A bunch of old people nursing pints of Mild and a serious lack of viable pussy are the main reasons social clubs aren't my scene. That and the wall-to-wall excitement: bingo nights, bridge evenings, and discos compered by washed-up music teachers. But at the request of the latest IT client I was fleecing, and the prospect of cheap beer, I made an exception.Turns out that was a damn fine decision.The building itself seemed almost anachronistic alongside the steel-clad offices that had been...

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The Pursuit of Mrs Chase

Mrs. Chase has always been my dream girl for years. I had my first class with Mrs. Chase during my freshman year of college. She had become my dream girl the second I saw her for the first time. Mrs. Chase was young for a teacher, only 25 then, and 28 in the present, and she was by far the most beautiful woman in the college. She had a pretty, porcelain face and beautiful green eyes. She had blonde hair that she usually wore long and full lips. Her body was slim yet curvy. Her most notable...

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In the Pursuit of Power

There are evil things in this world. Things both dark and foul that man was not meant to know. Magics forbidden to all but the most crazed or foolish, for they deal in things most civilized men find distasteful... corrupt, or entirely evil. Despite this, there are many who seek these arts, convinced that mastering the spells and rituals of the forbidden arts will make them more powerful than their peers. This is a tale of one of them. Her name is Asharra Valaar... though that name is one of her...

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In Pursuit of Jade Pt2

In my previous story I spoke of my friend Jade who I'd had a crush on for a few years. After knowing her 2 years I realised she reciprocate these feelings. I was in a relationship so I had to find the right moment to act on my desires. She wasand always has been my weakness, I'd do anything for the girl.In our first encounter we had gone down on each other and made each other come, I think I was just testing the waters as I'd never cheated before. It was both horrifying yet exhilarating at the...

2 years ago
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Hot Pursuit of Mom

My Mom Tina, is 41 and attractive but difficult to get along with sometimes. She is medium height with long blonde hair and a beautiful face. Her Breasts are big, size 'D' and she loves to show off her cleavage. Her ass is nice to, a little big but in a hot way. The kind of ass you'd like to swat and watch jiggle for a second. She dresses to tease and not to please, she hasn't dated anyone in a few years now. My parents divorced when I was only 4, my Dad got frustrated with her selfishness and...

3 years ago
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The pursuit is in the genes

Cheryl, my high school crush and I are both in our late 60's. We got re-connected through our 50th high school class reunion just last year. My wife did not attend, as usual, and Cheryl is divorced. She does have a "beau" but it doesn't sound that serious. We sat with a small group of old classmates, and it was a thoroughly enjoyable occasion. Cheryl sat next to me and her twin sister (Stacey) sat across from us. Double the pleasure for me, that's for sure, because these gals are still quite...

3 years ago
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In Pursuit of Jade

A few years ago in my place of work I was hired around the same time as a spunky young girl named Jade. She was so funny and crazy we immediately hit it off.We did our fair share of flirting.One occasion we spoke about our doos and fonts in the bedroom. She explained that nobody had ever come in her mouth nor had she done anal. She suddenly turned to me and said "if we had sex, I'd let you do anything!!!". I was flattered, but just saw it as naughty banter.Another time I was in the changing...

3 years ago
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The Pursuit is the Prelude to Passion Part 1

Friday, finally. The end of another long week, punctuated by a gentle rainstorm that threatens to linger throughout the weekend. The work week is over, and relaxation is in order for Emma. Emma's work is fast-moving, fluid, and demanding. She works as an editor, fixing errors and finding the right way to phrase complicated political issues to effectively communicate the meaning and implications intended. As she works in a political office, she is in contact with dozens of politicians, mostly...

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Poolside Pursuit Contd

A friendly recap of the girls in play from part 1. Allison:  Tall, skinny, long blond hair, sleek and slender build, very intelligent, blue eyes and is wearing a brown/orange/yellow designed bikini with ties around the neck, the back, and on the sides of the bottoms.Bailey:  Brown hair that hangs just past her shoulder, brown eyes, best friends with Candace, large D cup breasts, and is wearing a brown bikini with skulls that have hearts as eyes.Candace:  Long black curly hair, brown eyes, best...

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Poolside Pursuit

A friend of mine was out of town enjoying some exotic adventure leaving behind an enormous, beautiful house with a huge pool and hot tub in the back yard.  Some time ago this friend had given me a key to their place for this exact circumstance.  I could use their place while they were gone.  All the normal rules applied, no wild parties, pick up after myself, and so on.  And I had no intention of using their place as a party pad anyway, I simply wanted to use the pool, and get some sun. You...

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The Patient Pursuit Rig and Release

The sound of running water in the next room filled the air. Several computer screens filled a corner of an elaborate desk in the bedroom corner. Each screen showed another chart or graph that would lead their owner to a strong and stable financial future; stocks, business ventures, and budget plans. Around the room were the nearly bare walls of a person who had trouble with the idea of settling down or staying stationary. The bed was a simple mattress on the floor, with both padded and...

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