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PENTAPRISM : CHAPTER 5 : EMBRACES OF MEN PAST

by Mary Jorsay Gandmar <maryjg@finebody.com>

For a glossary of Indian words, see
http://home.onestop.net/cyrene/prose/glossary/glossary.htm
http://thunder.prohosting.com/~cyrene/prose/glossary/glossary.htm

This story is also online at
http://thunder.prohosting.com/~cyrene/prose/hough/anuja.htm
and at
http://home.onestop.net/cyrene/prose/hough/anuja.htm
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Anuja moans ecstatically. She is on her front, on her forearms and knees,
her body rocking and lurching back and forth, her breasts hot, swollen,
pendulous, jiggling and bouncing, her gold necklace swinging to and fro.
Kneeling behind her is a thin, reedy teenager. He is no more than fourteen
or fifteen. He has a thin, sharp, almost cruel face, with a knife-blade
nose, fleshy lips with a wisp of a mustache over the upper lip. His eyes are
small and wide, and he has long hair that curls over his scrawny neck. His
light coloured body is almost painfully thin. He has small, dark nipples.
His chest and belly are flat and hard, hairless, but without defined
musculature. Tufts of hair peep from under his arms. His buttocks are flat
and taut, his hips narrow, his arms and legs thin and long. He wears a black
thread with around his neck, another on one wrist and a third girdles his
waist.

The boy's cock is of terrifying, impossible proportions. Baban thinks the
gargantuan organ, fully ten inches long and over two inches thick, with
enormous, low, heavy testicles, the shaft shorn smoothly to the base, the
scrotum, too, is incongruous, even ridiculous, on the boy's spindly
physique.

Anuja obviously doesn't share his opinion. Judging by the expression on her
face and her love-calls, she loves it. She moans and gasps loudly, rocking
and jerking and lurching back and forth on all fours like a rutting bitch.
Her cunt slides up and down the length of the gargantuan penis. Her gold
necklace swings wildly, her swollen, pendulous breasts jiggle and bounce.
Her face is a vision of lust, the eyes hooded, the mouth open and her cries
are sharp with excitement.

"OHHHH ... uhhhh OHHHHH uhhh OHHHHH uh OHHHHH!" she moans. "Oh ma uhh hanh
uhh hanh uh hanh uhhh OHHHHHH!"

The boy fucks her unhurriedly, scarcely out of breath. His hands are over
her buttocks, spreading them open, his fingers curved up towards her back,
his thumbs angled down, pointing inward to her anus. His penis glistens,
thick and long and hard, shining with their juices. It rasps and grinds in
and out of her cunt, distending and filling it, mashing her cunt-flesh and
gorged clitoris. He swings his hips in a smooth, steady rhythm, his buttocks
flexing and unflexing alternately. He moves her body back and forth to suit
his pleasure.

"Mm ... yeh ... c'mon ... c'mon, slut ... take it ... yeh ... take my prick,
bitch!" the boy mutters in his thin, adolescent voice.

He grins at one of the waiting men, who is watching him transfixed.

"Hot piece of ass," he chuckles softly, fucking her with sharp, jabbing
thrusts now. "Nice tight cunt. Hot, too. Real sweet."

Grinning, showing uneven teeth, he slides his hands up her fair, smooth body
and squeezes her heavy, pendulous breasts. Anuja gasps and moans, her face
arching, suffused with lust. The boy bends over her and she turns her face
over her shoulder to his. He kisses her roughly, jamming his tongue into her
mouth, crushing her breasts in his bony hands, his hips rocking swiftly back
and forth, his cock plunging greedily in and out of her cunt. He lifts his
hips, sliding his cock out of her and then, with a sudden flex of his hips,
rams into her cunt hard, his buttocks snapping together. Anuja tears her
face away and cries out loudly, her face contorting in lust. The boy
chuckles and grins and pinches her nipples, squeezes her heavy, hot breasts.
She writhes her buttocks against his. Again he jerks out and slams into her,
and yet again. Anuja cries out, lurching and gasping and rocking under him.
He fucks her faster, his thighs slapping loudly against her buttocks,
bouncing off her flesh.

"C'mon ... now c'mon bitch ... take it ... yeh ... take it ... oh fuck yes
... take my dick, whore ... c'mon! Take it! Hanh uh hanh uh hanh uh hanh uh
hanh!"

He is upright on his knees again and now his face is flushed with rising
excitement. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of her waist and hips as he
grips her fiercely and jerks her body violently back and forth, slamming his
hips to and fro, ramming his enormous cock in and out of her cunt.

"OH! Oh ma uh hanh uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OHHHH uh OHHHHH uhh
OHHHHHHHH!" Anuja cries loudly.

Faster and faster he goes, fucking her brutally now, ramming and reaming his
cock deep into her cunt, hammering his hips at her buttocks. Her body
lurches and jerks under his thrusts, her necklace swinging wildly, her
breasts jiggling and bouncing furiously. Her cries are sharp and loud.

"Oh uhh ohh uhhh oh ma uh hanh uh hanh uhhh yes! Oh god yes! Oh yes Oh uh oh
uh oh uh oh uh oh ma uh ah uh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Hanh uhhh hanh uhh
oh ma hanh fuck me hard!"

The boy gasps and ram-fucks her swiftly, his mouth open, panting and
gasping, his penis plunging in and out of her flesh, his thighs cannoning
off her buttocks, her breasts jiggling and bouncing furiously under his mad
thrusts.

Anuja was congenitally unfaithful. She continued her torrid affair with
Mark. He introduced her to the three blacks and, one by one she fucked them.
On one glorious Saturday night, she fucked all three of them simultaneously,
while Mark watched. She fucked other students. She continued fucking Baban
and the other servants. And whenever Jayant visited, they fucked like wild
demons.

On holiday in different parts of the country, Anuja found new and exciting
ways of escaping into her heaven of desire. There were horsemen in Matheran;
a boatman in Kodaikanal and another in Mahableshwar. A gang of golf caddies
and ballboys fucked her for three hours in a thicket at the edge of the
Nagpur golf course while Jayant and his father played eighteen holes. A tour
guide showed her Baz Bahadur and Rani Roopmati's love pavilion in Mandu and,
aroused by the history of the place, they fucked in a little alcove
overlooking the valley. On a cold spring morning in Simla, Anuja walked in
the forests and found two woodcutters, already hot and sweating sexily. They
did not hesitate when she offered herself to them.

In the sweltering summer heat at Halebid, there were four athletes at the
local gym, the *akhada*, big men with strong, sculpted bodies and thick
penises. They fucked her heavily and slowly for over an hour. In Rajasthan,
the men were magnificent, handsome and virile. She had a lover in the Lake
Palace Hotel in Udaipur who fucked her through the night in a stunning suite
while, outside the carved window lattices, the moonlight danced on the
water. She went on a camel ride in the desert outside Jaisalmer and they
camped at night among the dunes and Anuja whimpered and writhed under the
canvas as the two camel drivers fucked her together in her cunt and anus,
their bloated penises sawing in and out of her flesh. Outside, the wind
caressed the sand.

Among the erotic carvings on the temples at Khajuraho, Anuja found a
handsome young priest to fuck her after the tourists had gone. She writhed
under his lithe, hot, sweating body on the temple plinth. Around them, the
stone danced under the stars in bewildering sexual contortions, inspiring
Anuja and her lover. They attempted as many of the depicted positions as
they could, till at last they were exhausted, their bodies sticky with sweat
and sex.

At home, there was no dearth of new adventure. There were handcart pullers
and construction gang workers, dark, strong, muscular men with thick penises
and a rough demanding manner in bed that excited her. There was the milkboy
early in the morning while the household slept and the lad who delivered the
newspapers, even the odd urchin who caught her fancy.

The teenage milkboy continues fucking Anuja. She is on her back now and his
body is angled over hers on knees and outstretched arms, his hands crushing
her breasts while he swings his hips rhythmically back and forth, his
buttocks flexing and unflexing. Anuja whimpers and cries out thickly, her
head rolling from side to side, clenching his forearms. The boy's shoulders
are hunched and his head is bent between them. His enormous penis grinds
deeply in and out of her cunt. Her legs are spread wide and raised high, the
knees bent, her feet in the small of his back. His huge penis squeezes and
crushes into her cunt, mashing her cunt-flesh and gorged clitoris.

"OHHHHH uhh OHHHHH uhhh OHHHHH yes!" Anuja cries. "Oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma
yes uhhh hanh uhhh hanh ... fuck me! Fuck me hard ... ohhhhhhh uhhh hanh ...
that's it!"

The boy grins down at her and thrusts deep into her cunt, making her gasp
and moan, driving the breath from her throat. He pulls out and thrusts in
again, and yet again, and gradually picks up speed. His hips rock smoothly
up and down, back and forth and his huge cock pistons and plunges in and out
of her cunt in a mesmerising rhythm. Each thrust rocks her body up onto the
small of her back. Anuja's head is arched, her neck craned, her face tilted
up.

"OHHHHHH uhhh OHHHHHH uhhh OHHHHHH!" she cries as the huge penis bursts in
and out of her cunt. "Oh ma oh ma oh ma OHHH!"

The boy gasps thickly. "Take it ... c'mon, whore, take it! Oh fuck, oh fuck,
oh fuck, oh fuck yes ohhh yes ... take it! Take my cock, whore! Take it!"

Anuja fucked incessantly. She was not a nymphomaniac; there was nothing
pathological about her desire for sexual gratification. She enjoyed sex
enormously, it was as simple and uncomplicated as that. The physical
pleasure was for her so intense and satisfying that she saw no reason to
deny herself, nor to complicate her enjoyment by complex emotional ties that
could only cause pain. Sex was a passion she indulged. With each lover, she
gave herself utterly and entirely. There was nothing mechanical or arid
about her copulation.

She told Baban of her affairs. He did not mind; after all, it was he who had
brought other men to her. While he was still passionately fond of her, he
was resigned to the fact that they could never share a life, no matter how
much his heart desired it. She was a *memsahib*, he a mere servant. He felt
no remorse or anger, and enjoyed hearing her narrate how her various lovers
fucked her. It aroused him, and Anuja learned how to goad him during sex by
comparing him to other men.

"Come on, Baban," she'd gasp as she writhed and heaved under him, "fuck me
hard, baby ... fuck me like Philip does ... yeh ... that's it ... c'mon ...
shove it all in, lover! Shove it in hard! Fuck me! Like Philip ... and Mike
... god, I love his cock ... he's so big! And the cook, Baban ... he fucks
me too! He loves fucking me! Especially in my ass!"

And goaded by her words, the servant gasped and rammed his cock greedily
into her hot, teenage slit.

Even as her servant fucked her, Anuja was thinking of the handsome, muscular
youth with the expensive after-shave who had driven her to such paroxysms of
joy the previous evening. His name was Arvind, and he was her latest lover.
Mark had graduated and left for America to do a doctorate.

Arvind took her to his house and fucked her in his bedroom, plying her body
relentlessly with his tongue and teeth and wonderfully swollen penis. It was
bigger by far than Baban's, longer and thicker and harder. Though not much
older than herself, he had considerable sexual experience, and his
lovemaking had a heavy, demanding, relentless rhythm that finally exhausted
her. Anuja lay naked beneath him, her legs spread wide, her fingers digging
into his thick shoulders, her body jerking and lurching and rocking with his
thrusts. His enormous penis surged into her cunt-flesh, rasping and grinding
deeply in and out, in and out, in and out. Anuja was dizzy with the
pleasure. She moaned delirious obscenities, goading him to fuck her harder.
His cock seemed to fill every inch of her cunt and she could feel the thick
veins throbbing along its length. Her swollen breasts wobbled as she jerked
and writhed beneath him.

"Ohh Arvind! Yes! Ohhh god yes!" she gasped. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Arvind!
Fuck my cunt! Ohhh god yes!"

The handsome youth took her powerfully and relentlessly, driving her from
one orgasm to another, changing positions frequently, pausing deftly, just
as she was on the verge of a climax, to make her suck his cock or to lick
her slit.

Laughing at her obscene love-calls, Arvind fucked her again and again till
she was feverish with lust. At last, fucking her on her back once more,
plunging his cock hungrily into her cunt over and over, making her gasp and
cry out sharply with each piercing thrust, he came violently, timing his
orgasm seconds after hers. He flung his head back and rammed his cock deep
into her, his hips twitching rapidly at her groin. Anuja gasped as his penis
erupted. It was a copious load, stinging hot jets of jizz spurting endlessly
into her cunt. Finally, it ebbed and he smiled down at her and gently rocked
his hips back and forth, pulling his penis out of her slowly. It was
heavenly.

"You're great, babe," he murmured, kissing her. "Really good."

Anuja's afternoons with Baban grew shorter and more infrequent as she spent
more time with other lovers like Arvind. Like Baban and Mark and the others,
Arvind, too, delighted in her flesh and she surprised him with her skill and
enthusiasm. Despite his experience, he had never fucked a woman's ass. Anuja
loved being butt-fucked. She invited Arvind to try it, taking him unawares.
He looked stunned.

Laughing at his expression, she turned around and offered her rear to him,
clawing her buttocks open for his pleasure. Arvind hesitated for a second
and then, spurred by her obscene words, squeezed his thick penis into her
anus. Anuja was ecstatic. Arvind fucked her butt slowly and heavily,
apparently unable to get enough of it.

Later, he confessed that it was the best fuck he had ever known. After that,
they did it regularly, and their affair grew more torrid. For a few months,
the relationship excited and aroused her and then she began to tire of it.
Arvind was handsome and capable, but now there was an increasing sameness to
their sex, and they seldom talked or chatted as friends as she did with
Baban. They would go to his house, strip, she would suck his cock for a
while, he would lick her cunt and then they would fuck for an hour or so
before she left.

Anuja was not the kind to sever ties abruptly. One afternoon, as she rocked
slowly up and down on his penis, astride his groin, she told him that she
wanted to break off. To her surprise, he understood. They agreed that their
relationship could not last, and that except for the sex, they shared
nothing. The relief seemed to sharpen their desire and that last afternoon
they fucked like ones possessed. He wanted her in every orifice, and she
wanted nothing else. He fucked her repeatedly and, at the end, she was
sweating and exhausted.

They parted as friends and she returned to Baban. He accepted this, too,
with equanimity, wordlessly communicating his commitment to her. She smiled
happily in his arms and then pulled him over her with feverish urgency,
bucking hungrily under him as his throbbing, rock-hard penis stroked in and
out of her cunt, calling obscenely to him. Baban fucked her happily, giving
without reserve, knowing with a deep ache in his heart that it was only a
question of time before she found another man. Still, she would return to
him again, and he would always be there for her. That gave him peace.

The milkboy moves faster, his hands squeezing and mauling her breasts, his
buttocks flexing and unflexing rapidly, his hips bucking and bobbing swiftly
up and down. His gargantuan shaft plunges and pistons and rams and reams
into her cunt, distending her cunt-lips wide open, mashing her dripping wet
cunt-flesh and gorged clitoris. He cries out suddenly and rams wildly into
her, pauses, lurches out, rams in again. Anuja gasps and cries out, arching
steeply under him, her face contorting and twisting, her head jerked to one
side, her body rocking with his thrusts, her breasts bouncing violently.
With a shuddering moan, the boy jerks out of her and masturbates violently
for a few seconds and then explodes. Anuja gasps as the thick jizz shoots
from his cock-head and jets over her body, thick streams of it striking her
belly and breasts and even her face. His load is copious and he keeps
coming. His cock still spurting, he squeezes it back into her cunt and fucks
her again gently for a few seconds. Anuja's face creases in a smile of
pleasure and she pulls his face down to hers and kisses him languorously,
caressing his smooth, hard back. He fucks her gently, his hips twitching
back and forth at her cunt.

Baban was right. A few weeks after she broke off with Arvind, Anuja found
another lover. That relationship was even shorter than the one with Arvind.
Her new lover was as capable and they fucked feverishly, their hunger
unabated time after time. Soon, he, too, left her life, going abroad to
study. After him, there was another, a married man with two children and an
incontinent spirit his arid wife had no desire to satiate. He took refuge in
Anuja, who welcomed the handsome man with fine, muscular build and gentle
manner, with open arms and spread legs, offering herself without reserve for
his pleasure, letting him live out every fantasy. That, too, passed and
there were others.

In college, Anuja continued to take lovers, alternating between them and
Baban for another three years. By the time she finished her Master's, at
twenty-five, Baban and she had been lovers for eight years. In that time,
she had fucked more men that most women did in a lifetime, servants,
drivers, cooks, fellow students.

Then she came to know Siddharth and started the most enduring affair of her
life.

Sex with Siddharth was unlike any she had known. He possessed her utterly,
body and soul and mind. Her orgasms were intense, prolonged, shattering
experiences. He aroused to her fever pitch: By turns tender and rough, fire
and ice, silken smooth in his caresses one minute and rasping over her body
like sandpaper the next, her tormented her relentlessly till she was
whimpering like a whore. His penis was gargantuan, the biggest, thickest,
hardest cock she had ever known. When he fucked her, it was with a deftness
of touch and a sureness of timing that drove her wild. She had never known a
man so finely attuned to a woman's sexual needs. With him, no words were
necessary: Unerringly sensing her moods and desires, he gave without
reserve, sweeping her along in tidal waves of ecstasy. Anuja could not get
enough of him and for a few weeks, slept with no one else, surprising
herself with her unwonted fidelity.

There was nothing she would not do for him. He was the most complete,
accomplished, controlled lover she had ever known. He was already married,
to the bewitching nymphomaniac, Sunnu. A few months after they first slept
together, he introduced her to his clandestine sexual empire, Hedon &
Venery.

He told her about it one evening at his stunning penthouse apartment, while
they were fucking. Anuja whimpered softly and writhed on his lap, her cunt
impaled on his mammoth penis. Siddharth smiled at her and, masterful lover
that he was, swirled his hips deftly under her, mashing her cunt and
clitoris with his cock. She moaned and he craned his neck and sucked
tenderly on her swollen, aching breasts. His hands roamed her body, gliding
in gentle caresses over her breasts, her back, her buttocks, his fingers
probing her anus delicately.

Then he told her about Hedon & Venery in his deep baritone voice, gentle and
caressing, erotic in itself, even as he kept fucking her, moving deftly so
that she was forever on the verge of a cataclysmic orgasm. Anuja listened in
awe, torn between the exquisite sensations in her loins and the eroticism of
which he spoke. It was the realisation of a cherished fantasy, an erotic
fusion of sex and profit, money and pleasure, anticipation and fulfilment.
He asked her to join.

Anuja was overwhelmed. She had long dreamed of being a whore, of being paid
to be fucked, of making money by having the best fun there was. The idea of
prostitution was sexy, the thought of fucking rank strangers and succumbing
to their demands and getting paid for it inherently provocative.

He took her to see it, showed her its spreading tentacles. It was an awesome
enterprise. Devoted entirely to the provision of sexual pleasure, it had
grown over the years into an international colossus. Barring only child
abuse (the minimum age was fifteen, and that, too, was only for exceptional
cases), slavery and torture, it pandered to every sexual need. Films,
magazines, live-shows, aphrodisiacs, sexual aids, gigolos, whores -- it had
them all. Anuja was to be part of this hedonism. She was thrilled. Here was
the finest sex available, on call, and she would pay handsomely for it, to
boot. She agreed, and became a whore.

Always sensible and cautious, perfectly attuned to her interest, Siddharth
imposed a limitation. She would service only very, very select clients, who
could be counted on never to reveal her role to the outside world. All films
and magazines featuring her were for select circulation in carefully
selected international sectors only. The live shows would be by invitation
only. And her hours were very restricted. All these limitations were subject
to review, of course, he said, if circumstances warranted. But not for now.
Anuja didn't mind. It was sound advice.

The only persons she told were Baban and Jayant and, one evening, they
watched her at work. She was doing a live-show that night, with three men,
for an audience of twelve. Baban and Jayant were astounded. The performance
was incredibly erotic, imaginative, esthetic and skillfully choreographed.
Anuja had multiple orgasms on stage before a dozen staring eyes. The show
climaxed, literally, with all three men, heavily muscled and enormously
endowed, fucking her simultaneously in cunt and mouth and ass. Baban came in
his pants.

Anuja's life took on a new rhythm. Three times a week, she worked for the
company, and the other afternoons she spent with Baban. Sometimes, she spent
an evening with Siddharth or one of the several handsome young men from his
office or the seraglio.

The next four years were the happiest of her life. Her career was doing
well, and, by any standards, she had the finest of lovers. At the seraglio,
she was much in demand, her high price and relative inaccessibility only
adding to her allure. At home, she had Siddharth, his friends, magnificent
lovers all, Jayant, Baban and the other servants.

Blissfully ignorant of her abditory life, her parents tried frantically to
get her married. By Indian standards, she was already too old, at
twenty-nine. Her parents searched incessantly for a suitable match. She was
introduced her to a never-ending stream of young men. Anuja rejected all her
suitors: None of them attracted her in the least.

Then her maternal aunt introduced her to Avinash. He was devastatingly
handsome, superbly built, intelligent, suave and wealthy. He ran an
electronics company that he had built up from scratch. Already, it was one
of the hottest issues in the market. He came from good, solid Maharashtrian
stock.

Later, her mother, smiling, asked her what she thought. Anuja looked at
Avinash and instantly wondered how good he'd be in bed. He looked at her
steadily, calmly and she felt a frisson of excitement. He was very sexy,
easily the most attractive suitor she had met. Resigned to the fact that she
could not oppose her parents much longer, and since Siddharth was already
married, she decided that if she had to get married, it might as well be
someone like Avinash. Instead of her usual we'll-see response, Anuja smiled
warmly and accepted. Her mother was ecstatic and promptly conveyed her
acceptance. They were to be married two months later.

Anuja dreaded the loss of the liberty it portended.  Siddharth took her in
his arms one evening as they lay together after sex. He told her not to
worry. One never can tell, he said, life is full of imponderables. Wait and
see. Finish the work in hand. Anuja was tense and he soothed her, and, in
his unique fashion, gently aroused her with delicate caresses of his lips
and tongue and fingers. Soon, she was trembling and whimpering eagerly,
begging to be fucked. He fucked her slowly and she gasped in joy as his
enormous penis slid into her flesh.

Anuja completed her assignments at Hedon & Venery a fortnight before the
wedding, when they shot the last footage of a steamy pornographic movie
about a young girl's progression from innocent teenager to accomplished
whore. Anuja played the lead role, and, in a two hour epic, was fucked in
eighteen separate encounters by a dozen men and three women; lesbian sex was
one of the many things Hedon & Venery had taught her to enjoy.

The film ended in a wild orgy, with Anuja being fucked hard by a series of
men who mounted her in a bewildering variety of positions, plundering her
every orifice, taking her singly, in pairs, in trios and even four at a
time. The last shot was a lingering fade of Anuja lying naked on the floor
of a deserted living room, her body coated in the spunk of a dozen men,
masturbating dreamily with a large dildo, even as the doorbell sounded. The
film was a sizzler, and Anuja got a standing ovation as she walked off the
set.

In her dressing-room, in the traditions of Hedon & Venery, Anuja entertained
three or four spot-boys and lower-echelon film crew. They were hot, randy
youths, massively turned on by her film and fantasising about being studs
themselves someday. Fucking the lead star was a chance to live out their
fantasies. Anuja knew that many of their kind had risen, in just this way,
to become leading studs in major productions; one, Hari, Neha's husband, had
even risen to a managerial position. In this organisation, if you had the
talent and the required mind-set, there were no limits.

The boys took turns fucking her, and Anuja noticed one who was particularly
good. He took her from behind first, after she had sucked his cock, and his
penis was enormous. He fucked her slowly and steadily at first and then,
goaded by her response, harder and harder, till he was ramming and reaming
in and out of her like a dervish. Excited by him, she made him fuck her ass,
mewing with pleasure as his enormous penis sizzled into her rear channel.
When he came in her asshole, she decided to recommend him for promotion.

The wedding date neared, and Anuja's excitement grew. Avinash seemed to be
almost everything she wanted in a husband. Almost, but not quite. Only
Siddharth had that privilege. She knew she always had him whenever she
wanted; Avinash was a good second-choice.

She felt sorry for Baban. After all these years, he was a close friend, a
trusted companion, a cherished lover. She would have to move to Avinash's
house and perhaps would never see Baban again. He would be lonely without
her. These past years had been full of happiness chiefly because of him, and
he had devoted himself to her without question or reserve.

The afternoon before the wedding, she stole away to the seraglio with him
and, in a private room, they fucked for several hours, exulting in the joy
of each other's body, driven by exhilaration and a sharp hunger born of
their impending separation. He fucked her again and again, in her mouth and
cunt and ass, changing positions repeatedly. Anuja gasped and cried out,
thrashing with him, her body bucking and lurching, her face a vision of raw
lust. Finally, flinging her on her back, he rammed his cock savagely into
her and fucked her brutally, making her gasp and cry out sharply. Her face
twisted and contorted and he gasped, slamming his hips back and forth,
making her arch steeply under him. He thrust his cock into her repeatedly
till he could hold back no longer. He came violently, spewing thick jizz
into her cunt. They lay together in silence for a long while, their bodies
turned to one another. When it was time to leave, she pulled him back and
kissed him and saw the infinite sadness in his eyes and wept in his arms,
grateful for the past he had given her, apprehensive about an uncertain
future.

--- END OF CHAPTER 5 --

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