BLUE TABOO

My pet color is blue. It always has been, for as farsighted as I can retrieve. My eyes are blue. Girls I've been attracted to bear blue eyes. My car is blue. I wear disconsolate jean a lot. Blue was always the one coloring material that jumped out at me, more vivid than all the others.

I was a teenager before I had an eye mental test and learned that I was the proud owner of a terrible sheath of red-green colorblindness. When I learned that, everything started to make more sense. blue always stood out to me because it's one of the only if colors I can really see.

When you have a color inadequacy like mine, most colors blend and look kind of the Saami. I can't see shades or apprise color like to the highest degree multitude. Red-brown-orange-green and variations thereof tend to run together. For example, at a dealings light source, the red and yellow look the Lapp and the green is a washed-out gray. And if there is a red stopover mansion in straw man of a commons Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, forget about it, to my eyes it isn't even there.

I remember when we would make for baseball when I was a kid. If a grass-stained formal got fouled off into the green goddess or the wood and I went to look for it, I could search for twenty minutes and never find it…it blended right in with the foliage…while another kid would saunter over and foot it right up. It would be in strawman of me and I couldn't see it. I also stepped in a lot of dog darn that the early kids would see and step around.

Most of my dress were blue, especially if I picked them out, because I couldn't equal any former colouration. I occasionally would get barrels of laughs from my booster with my creative wearable combination. When my baby or parents gave me wearing apparel as a gift, it was usually in match sets.
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My older sister has always been a very attractive and democratic lady friend. When I was still in grade schoolhouse I remember a steady stream of boy calling her on the headphone and coming to the house to beak her up. Some of my sidekick liked to come over to our menage hoping to get a glimpse of her. She was four years older—quite a gap when you're a kid—but as soon as I was old enough to value the opposite sex, I could appreciate my sister Cindy. I was proud of her. She was hot.

Cindy was the whole software. Slim, metier tiptop, ample breast, nice coffin nail, prospicient blond hair and shining downhearted centre. Her body would call on caput and she knew how to coif. She had a pair of tight Amytal blue jean shorts that hugged her ass like shrink wrap, and when she'd wear them with a halter or a subway system top it was hard to calculate away. She also had a bit of a wild streak.

When Cindy was XIX years old she started seeing a biker named jimmy. He was always cool down with me but our parents didn't caution for him right from the get-go. He was common and very rough around the edges. He came from a lower-class, fatherless dwelling, had hapless manners and could be rather flip and disrespectful to people without even realizing it. Whatever attracted Cindy to jimmy is anybody's guess ; maybe she was just being rebellious. But he'd zoom up to the house on his Harley and Cindy would hop on the vertebral column and off they'd go.

Sometimes she'd be back the same dark and former multiplication she'd be gone for Day. Our parents were not closelipped about their feelings about Jimmy, which probably made Cindy more determined to see him. I think they were hoping the relationship would run its course and then Cindy would recover a enough man to reconcile down with. But all of that went out the window when Cindy got herself knocked up.

In those days, in our phratry, there was only one choice : They were going to get get married. Jimmy started hemming and hawing, saying how he wasn't quick and he was too young to get married and all that, but my old man put him straight pretty damn flying. jimmy was going to marry Cindy, that's all there was to it. And that's what happened.

There was a hastily-arranged wedding and a half-ass response, and Cindy and jimmy were husband and wife with a baby on the way. I helped them move into a ratty row theatre in the city. I was only over there a duo times after that ; it was pretty depressing. It was in a shady neighborhood and the style of piece of furniture and décor was what I would describe as ‘ Early poverty ’.
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I was a senior in high-pitched schooltime when their baby was born, a beautiful little girl they named Rachel. Those side by side few years I was away at college and didn't see Cindy or Jimmy or my niece hardly at all, just when I was home for Christmas. But my mother kept me updated on their marriage. It was jolting from the start. They would fuss and struggle and money was tight. They'd have a blowout and jemmy would depend on off on his cycle and disappear for Day at a time. My Mom and Cindy sat side-by-side every William Ashley Sunday morning vocalizing in the church choir so she got the scoop every week. Cindy was trying to go on the matrimony together for the sake of Rachel. I think that they really did care for one another but that Jimmy was just too immature to live up to his responsibility for any duration of time.

I went to college on the five year plan. I had changed my John Major in my sophomore year from engineering science to figurer science and needed some summer grade and two spare semesters to calibrate. My parents came to the university for my graduation ceremony and took me out to dinner afterwards to lionize. I would be starting a new job in three week.

It was during dinner when my mother broke the news to me that Cindy and jimmy had separated. She had taken Rachel and left him, and they were currently staying with my parents until she could move into her new place.

"She's rented a small planetary house,"my mother told me."It's a three bedroom, but I'm afraid that things will be awfully besotted for her financially. She will take to find a roommate."

"Hopefully her deadbeat husband will pay her some money for child support !"my father chipped in.
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When I got to my parent's firm the next day I saw Cindy for the offset time in almost six months. She wore jeans and a clean jersey and she looked bang-up. The stopping point few times I'd seen her I could sense the stress she was under. But she seemed better now, more relaxed. She hugged me when I came in the door and kissed my impudence. I put my arms around her and hugged her for the first time in a long clip. Rachel was a pretty little angel. Blond and wild blue yonder like her mommy, with a big smile.

At dinner party the night before with my parents the proposition had come up that perhaps I could lease a elbow room from Cindy in her new house for a spell to help her out financially. That sounded good to me. I'd be starting a new job soon and would receive to get a new place anyway. I certainly wasn't going to live at home. And it would move over me an opportunity to help out my sister and get to sleep with my niece a picayune better. So the plan was that I would take Cindy and Rachel out for pizza pie and broach the subject at that time.

"Who wants pizza ?"I said to Rachel after Cindy and I had chatted for a while.

Rachel was ecstatically in favour of the idea. Cindy looked at her watch. It was a minuscule early for dinner but what the hell ?

"Really, Hugh ?"she said to me."You want to go out for pizza ?"

"Sure, why not ! My treat. This big first-grader feeling hungry and I could eat a modest horse !"I said, patting Rachel's point."And you're looking kind of thin, Cindy,"I added, pinching her svelte waist."Might need to plump you up a lilliputian. Besides, we have a lot of catching up to do !"

I drove the three of us to a local pizza parlor about a geographical mile from the house. Cindy and I ordered a large pizza, a hurler of beer for us and a big C for Rachel. She asked me about college and she briefly filled me in on what had been happening in her biography. She was careful not to remark Jimmy or the interval ; we could talk about that later. But she talked enthusiastically about the new habitation they would soon be moving to, and described it room by room.

"You know Cindy, I start a new job in three weeks and I will need to determine a place. I can't live with Mom and Dad for very long, I'd go bonkers. Would you consider renting a room to me ?"

"To you ? Really ?"

"Sure, why not ? Mom said you might be looking for a roommate and I need to find a place anyway. I'll be working soon, and we'd be helping each former out. And if it doesn't workplace, I'll leave."

"Why wouldn't it work ?"

"No reason it shouldn't. We lived together growing up so we should be capable to do it again, don't you think ?"

"Did Mom put you up to this ? I don't want you to do it because she asked you to."

"No, she just happened to observe that you might be looking to rent out the extra elbow room, that's all,"I said."And I need to find a situation anyway."

Cindy turned to Rachel and said,"Would you like have Uncle Hugh live in our planetary house, dearest ?"

Rachel nodded enthusiastically with her mouth full of pepperoni.

"Well, it works for me if it works for you,"she said."Thank you. first base of the calendar month can't come soon enough."

"O.K., honorable, that's a warhead off my mind."

"Mine too, plus now I have some free labor to help me move. But right now I need to go to the Little Girl's Room."

Cindy rose from her chair, turned, and I watched her walk to the wash room. Her ass looked fine inside her compressed denim and her dilute tee shirt was tucked in snugly showing off her firm chest. My new roomy may have been my baby, but I had to let in she looked pretty darn hot.
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A couple weeks later we moved in. I asked my old ally Leon to help. Leon is a six foot six, very physical black-market dude and we had both played on our high schooltime basketball squad together. He had a truck, which we needed, plus I thought he might come in William Christopher Handy if Jimmy decided to give Cindy any tinker's damn when we went to find fault up her hooey at his row mansion. But we were lucky. Jimmy wasn't even there, he must accept been out cruising somewhere. Cindy let us in with her key, and we loaded her stuff onto the truck and take off. We had to make a couple runs from our parents'home too, moving article of clothing, furniture, bed and cartonful full of numerous odds and ends.

It was dinnertime by the metre we were all moved in and everything was in its lieu. It was a Friday and Leon didn't have plans for the evening so we invited him to rest for dinner and hang out for a while. Rachel was spending the weekend with her grandparents while we settled in and set up house.

I went out and picked up some take-out food and some beer and wine-coloured. When I got back Cindy and Leon were unloading boxes of kitchen token and storing them in the cabinets. Leon and I hit the beers immediately and Cindy drank wine, and over the next duad of hours we all got half-lit. Then we ate the food and drank some more. Leon and Cindy seemed to be laughing a lot.

We were all pretty tired from the active day and the swallow, so we started fading pretty soon after that. low gear Cindy said she was turning in and left to go get ready for bed. Leon was in no soma to repel so I fetched him a pillow and some blankets so he could ram on the couch. Then I went to bed, which was a unsheathed mattress on the storey. I'd decided I would put the beds together tomorrow.

I quickly nodded off, but it was a brief, fitful eternal rest. I woke up around midnight to go to the bathroom and get a crapulence of water. I heard haphazardness coming from inside the master sleeping accommodation at the end of the residence. I looked in the aliveness room and the sofa was empty. I stood outside the close down bedchamber room access and heard a low chorus of moan and groans and a becalm, wet smacking from inside. I listened for a slight while and there was no misunderstanding Leon's pharyngeal grunt and Cindy's murmuring responses to his thrusts.

I was cursing under my breath when I went back to my bedroom and closed the threshold. I was pissed off. It was nice of Leon to aid us move, but where does he get off thinking he could have sex my sister as a bonus ? I was seething—I don't know why I was so mad, but I was—and I didn't like the visual of Leon stabbing his Glycyrrhiza glabra stick in and out of my sister. Cindy was vulnerable, tell from her husband, just moving into a new home with her little little girl, and Leon takes reward like that. I steamed for a while before finally falling back to sleep.
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I woke up early with a headache. I was hoping Leon would be gone, and he was. I didn't want a encounter with him. I took a shower and some acetylsalicylic acid and then started rummaging through the kitchen for coffee, of which there was none. I drove to a gadget memory board and bought two large coffees and some breakfast biscuits. When I got back to the house Cindy was standing against the kitchen counter in her gown. Her hair was wet from the shower.

"I got us some coffee and biscuits,"I said, as I put them on the table.

"Thanks, Hugh. I can use some coffee and biscuits. I'm hungry after what turned out to be a jolly wild Night. I'm not used to drinking a whole bottleful of wine !"

"Yeah, it looks like it was a wild night in more ways than one."

"Huh ?"Cindy said.

"For you and Leon,"I said.

"Oh,"she said, laughing."Yes, that was unexpected."

"Why did you do it ?"

"Do what ?"

"You know. Why did you have to roll in the hay him ?"

"Well, that's getting a little personal isn't it ?"

"Cindy, I asked him to help us move, not to come put the moves on my sister."

Cindy crossed her weapon and glared at me."Oh, come on, I can't believe you. What nerve you have. And for your information, I seduced him !"

"You did ? Why ?"

"Why ? Because I felt like it, that's why, not that it's any of your business. And because I had a short too a good deal to drink. And because I have pauperization. And because I was horny. Anything else ? Jesus Christ, Hugh, why are you so upset ? You sound like you're jealous."

"Oh, fuck it,"I said, and left the theatre. I drove around and gradually cooled off and I really couldn't put a finger on why I was reacting the way I was. I filled my day with meaningless bodily function until I felt it was secure to go back to the theater with my tail between my legs.
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I stopped to clean up some sandwiches on the way home. When I entered the sign I noticed that Cindy had decorated and arranged the furniture and it really looked like a rest home. I took the sandwiches into the kitchen to put them in the refrigerator. Cindy had stocked the kitchen with staple fibre and there was a pot of soup on the stove. I felt like a heel because she'd worked hard all day while I was out sulking.

Cindy's sleeping room threshold was slightly ajar so I lightly knocked and looked in. She was wearing a thin, white silky robe and was reclined on her bed with her back against a pile of pillows, reading a book. The TV was not hooked up yet. There was a scented candle burning on the nightstand. Cindy looked up at me but didn't say anything.

"Can we talk for a minute ?"I asked.

"Sure,"she said and closed the book.

I walked over and sat on the sharpness of the bed.

"The house looks great,"I said."You did a salutary job. It looks like you did a lot of study today."

"Not too bad,"she said with a shrug.

"Look Cindy, I'm sorry. I don't want to fight. I was so wrong, completely out of wrinkle. I behaved like an ass. I don't know why I reacted that way. I'm just over-protective of my big sister, I guess."

"It's okay, Hugh. It was wrong, I shouldn't have done it. But I was inebriate and horny. It had been a while."

"fountainhead, I hope it was worth it,"I said.

"I just needed to get off."

I slid close and hugged her. She put her implements of war around me and squeezed me tight.

"Sometimes I get lonely,"she said softly as we hugged.

When we broke from the hug she looked in my eyes and asked,"Will you stay and hold me for a trivial while ?"

"Of course,"I whispered, and moved in beside her on the bed. As I put my arm around her she scooted down and our heads rested on the pillows. She snuggled snug and pulled my arm more tightly around her so my hand was just below her arm pit. Her headway was on my shoulder.

We lay there for a piece in silence, our physical structure touching from top to bottom. My cheek was even with the top of her forefront. I could smack the scent of hemangioma simplex shampoo in her haircloth and could finger the gentle swaying of her upper physical structure as she inhaled and exhaled. Every so often she would sigh and modify her side ever-so-slightly, and would nestle snug. After several of these subtle movements her left breast was resting in the palm of my forget manus, and her fingers were splayed on my stomach and would rise and dip with my breath.

I didn't want to move my deal, but it took all of my will top executive to restrain it from trying to cop a more comp tactile property. Her tit felt firm and smooth through the thin cloth but I dared not proceed to the stage of doing something I'd regret. This was my sister, as well as my new roommate, and I didn't want to screw things up.

But of course, after a few more apprehensive hour, I couldn't resist. I shifted my body and tinker's dam, wouldn't you know it, my left hand shifted too and my entirely hand then surrounded and cushioned her glorious breast. I gently massaged it and Cindy let out a peep of a moan and thrusted her tit deeper into my hand. I felt her nipple stiffen in my grasp and her fingers began to wander over my abdomen.

I kissed the top of her head and lightly caressed her arm with my other hand. We went on like this for many minutes : My hand kneading her longing breast, my properly hand stroking her arm and brushing her bosom, and the occasional osculation on her head. I became bolder and ran my handwriting along her second joint just inch from what I imagined was one sweet pussy.

Then, unexpectedly Cindy let out a loud, breathy sigh, lifted and turned her nous and placed her lips to mine and we kissed. And we kissed and kissed and kissed.

I slid down so we were face-to-face. Her tongue was delving into the compass of my mouth and I sucked her into me. It was the foresighted keep kissing sitting I had ever experienced, and it went on and on and on. My dick felt like a track pipe between my ramification. I slipped my hand under the bottom of her gown and clutched her naked ass.

As we continued our marathon kiss, our natural language never stopped dancing as I moved more onto my side and Cindy more onto her binding. I loosened the girdle and opened her gown, her slim, aphrodisiacal trunk naked underneath. My pollex and forefinger tinkered with her rigid nipple before I slid my deal down across her flat belly to her sultry pussy and slipped two fingers into her. Her deal found my jetty and she rubbed my bloated bone.

After a number of shot through the cloth of my boxers, her fingers started fumbling with the ginger nut and zipper. She opened my pants and took my hot, intumesce rod into her hand. She stroked me up and down while we put the finishing touches on our lip-lock.

When our sass finally parted Cindy smiled and planted a final, prim buss on the tip of my nose, like a cherry on top of a yummy dessert. Then she moved down, shoved my trunks to my knees, and wrapped her rim around my anxious cock. I moaned with pleasance and raised my bulwark to her grimace. I took off my shirt and tossed it aside.

She fondled my ripen walnuts as she sucked me, taking Sir Thomas More and More cock into her back talk with each bob of her head. I fingered her pilus and massaged her scalp and I watched with wonder as my swelled shaft slid in and out of her mouth.

Cindy was into it, she seemed to really like giving head. And she was good at it, I'll give her that. Up and down, she lipped and tongued my dick from the tip to its pedestal. She gagged slightly when my full length reached up into her throat, but that didn't slow her down. She rotated my testicle in her fingers and squeezed my ass hard with her other handwriting, roiling my sperm and coaxing it upward.

I gently swung my bad inwardness into her, fucking her pretty face, eager to inject my thick liquor deep into her beckoning mouth.

She sensed when I was nearing my interjection. She half-moaned, half-hummed as she sucked me knockout and faster and she scrunched my stony ballock and tail in her quick mitt. I screeched and held her head in my handwriting when I came, shaking violently as her mouth remained squiffy around my hammer and absorbed jet after spurt of my stored-up cum. Once my quivers were quelled her head rose up and my satisfied cock reappeared from within. I put my mouth on hers and plunged my tongue into her cum-filled mouth and she swallowed as we kissed.

I lowered her onto her back and sucked her mouth and we launched into another poke out muscly kiss. I took my time kissing her neck and shoulders, licking her cleavage and armpits and sucking on her pap. Her nipples looked like enlarged, hardened Milton Snavely Hershey kiss, begging me to eat them, and I latched onto them with my hungry backtalk flop quick. Cindy oohed and aahed as I suckled and pick and chewed on her swelled cyst and she dug her fingertips pointedly into my cervix and amphetamine back.

There was no longer a cerebration in my mind that this was my sister. I'd just had the most intense cock sucking no matter who it was. And I was determined to rejoin the favor.

After an stretch out period of sucking on her turgid bosom, my mouth went south. I slowly kissed every square inch of her stomach, her torso squirming with delight, and licked her navel clean. I ran my glossa around her neatly-trimmed, V-shaped bush, pointing like an arrow to her open cunt. I lowered my brass to her crotch and she barked like a seal when my tongue split her cunt and entered her. My tongue stayed in her for some time.

Her deal were on my top dog pulling it into her and she ground her cumulus into my face. I clenched her ass with both paw and pulled her pussy tight. I surrounded her button with my lips and my tongue kept diving. She gripped her legs snugly around my neck opening, melding us into one fleshy Mass. She'd been a gymnast in high school and she obviously had not lost her nimbleness. I ate her pussy like it was the last one on Earth.

I was down there for a patch. Eating her. It went on and on, it was so good I was getting a cramp in my knife. Then she came. Jesus did she come.

She screamed like a miffed puma and sprayed me like she was marking her spot. Her hands stayed clamped to my head and she continued to mash her cunt into my facial expression as I sucked her. With her tumid clit firmly in my mouth, it felt like I was sucking on a Prunus persica pit and Cindy's rhythmical grunts told me she liked it. She kept grinding on my flooded aspect even after she'd emptied her bucket. But my cock had again risen to stiff attention and I could experience my blood boiling against its flimsy skin.

Gradually her throes slowed. I detached my mouth from her clitoris and kissed it. I licked her cum from her mouth and thighs. I rose to my knees and she saw my engorged, glistening cock pointing at the ceiling. I looked in her eyes for a moment. She licked her lips and nodded.

I leaned forward and atop her. The caput of my dick touched her slippery gash. I kissed her and instantly in a synchronized New York minute her tongue sprung into my sass and her hired man grabbed my pecker and fed it into her. Her custody gripped my seat like a bench vise so I squirted my hands under her and did the same. I started fucking her and then her groin got back into the lilt and she was fucking me back, and soon we had a hard, stabilize pounding going on. Next I felt her fingertips in the wisecrack of my ass, spreading me, and this made me lie with her concentrated, so she fucked me harder, and I fucked her harder still, and she stayed right with me. I was fucking her like I was trying to ping her bottom out.

After a few minutes I slowed down and fucked her courteous and prosperous for a patch, pacing myself, wanting it to last and delay my freeing. But then our speed picked up again, as did our external respiration, as did our moan and groan, and soon we were fucking like two love-starved animals.

When I started to come I thrusted into her as hard as I could and I cracked my read/write head on the headboard. I came like a suddenly-unkinked hosepipe ; I could feel the acute surge in my penis as my cum rose up through my calamus, once, twice, and again and again.

I was just about done when Cindy began. Her sass let out a high-pitched ululation and her nails dug into my back and she had another shivering orgasm and her cum interracial with mine. I felt her warm, fluid discharge surround my shaft and ooze out of her onto my shrunken nuts. I collapsed on top of her and kissed her and held her, and my cock remained inside her for a farseeing time.
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We were lying arms-in-arms, basking in our love light and pleasantly pooped, when I realized that not a word had been spoken between us since Cindy had showtime asked me to hold her. It was as if once my arm was around her everything that came after was reflexive and the most natural matter in the world.

"Cindy, I don't have a go at it how that happened,"I said."But it was beautiful."

"I know. I can't believe it,"she said.

"I never would take imagined that the best fuck I ever had in my life-time would be my sister."

"Did we do something terrible ?"she asked, her interpreter breaking.

"No, we did something wonderful,"I replied.

Cindy looked up at me with candy eyes and said,"Well, you're a pretty good fuck yourself, little brother."

She kissed me and our glossa did a brief swirly mosh in our mouths.

"I hope Leon doesn't find out and get envious and try to beat me up !"I said with a grin.

Cindy smacked me on the rump."No more about that ! That's unfortunate ancient history. But this made up for it,"she said, squeezing my dick.

I caressed her waistline and said,"I like being your roommate already."

"Yeah, me too ; Siblings with benefits."
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Cindy wrapped her gown around her and I slipped on my shorts. We went into the kitchen to eat soup and sandwiches. Then we cleaned up, went back to the chamber, got bare and fucked again. Cindy rode me this clock time, her slick pussy slithering up and down and all around my peter, and I aided her face lifting with my hands. She came first this sentence ; she moaned and her consistence shook and she poured her hot buttered cum all over me. Then, she did a flawless dismount, took my setose bill into her mouth and sucked me off. I came in thirty mo and scored it a thoroughgoing ten.

We slept nude with our torso blended, getting used to each other. In the early morn I woke and heard her fumbling around in a actor's assistant draftsman. She had her back to me and in the dusky luminousness I saw her hired man get along behind her to her ass. She was rubbing her hands together when she turned and came back to bed.

"goodness break of the day,"I said, as she crawled in beside me.

"Oh, good morning, I didn't know if you were awake,"she said, and kissed me. Then she touched my half-staff member and added,"Is this big guy awake yet ? Let me say ‘ good morning'to him."

She went down and sucked me for a moment or two until my hammer had risen to its utmost aurora glory. She rubbed my turncock up and down various meter with oily hands, then used it as a grip to pull me on top of her as she lay back on the bed. She lifted her torso and guided me into her. I shoved and it slid slowly in. God, it felt incredible, but unlike, tighter, my putz clamped with a firm cushioned rubbing surrounding its girth. It took me a second to realize that Cindy had put my hawkshaw into her ass.

I started drilling that asshole pretty good. My cock slid in and out and I could feel the puff of the cave of her ass on the thin skin of my cock. I held her articulatio humeri in my hands and pumped faster, her ass expanding and adjustment to my cock like a glove one size of it too minor. I could find the bulwark of her ass scrunch down on my nitty-gritty. Cindy put her hand between her stage and worked her inflated clit.

"You like this ?"she rasped.

"An unexpected pleasure,"I said.

"come in my ass."

We got into some swift swinging then. Her heart never left mine as I reamed her ; the bed was rocking and her fingers flew like lightning over her enlarged odoriferous bit. My judgement possessed only one dogmatic persuasion : fuck that ass. The head of my cock had tunnel vision as, minute after lecherous minute, it glided in and out of Cindy's buttery hollow.

"I'm gon na fall big,"she finally said. I gripped her nipple like I was holding on for affectionately lifetime and rammed her harder.

She wheezed and groaned and I felt her heated fountain ooze onto my shaft and thighs as I moved. I kept right on rutting, so near but so far.

Once her cramp diminished, Cindy gripped my thighs with her slimy work force. She wanted to ram a finger's breadth up my ass but she couldn't quite reach. But just the thought of her foresighted sexy finger jolting my asshole was all it took, and I soon felt my cum rising to climax. It was now my bout to groan.

"Here I come…"I croaked.

"Yes !"Cindy said, smiling and nodding her question enthusiastically.

And I let it rip. She squeezed me with the walls of her inner ass. I felt it caving in around my hawkshaw, pinch after pinch, as I discharged my cum into her.

When I pulled back out, her rim was widened and winked at me as it slowly returned to its more rude size and my cum seeped out and onto the bed.
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"I have to get ready to go to church,"Cindy said.

We'd been lying in bed recovering for twenty minutes or so.

"Tell Mom I said Hi,"I said, and we laughed.

"Yeah, right,"Cindy said."When I sit down next to her in the consort attic I'll say, Good Morning Mom, and by the way, Hugh says Hi too, and he fucked my ass this morning !"

We laughed again. Then I said,"Cindy, that was truly amazing. You were truly amazing."

"Yes, it was. And it will give me something to think about during the sermon."

While Cindy showered, I stayed in bed and thought about what had happened, and relived it. When she came out of the toilet I watched her get dressed.

"Hugh, I'll be bringing Rachel abode after church. We can't have any show of heart when she's around, okay ?"

"Of track, I understand,"I said.

"What happened is between us."

"I know."

"But maybe if you are available side by side Saturday night, we could make a date."

"Really ? What would you wish to do ?"

She came over and sat on the bed beside me."Oh, just more of the same is very well with me,"she said, grinning. She kissed me and our knife wrestled for a minute.

"Jimmy will be taking Rachel on weekends,"she said."He will be alternating between picking her up her Saturday afternoons and dropping her off at church service on Sunday, or picking her up on Friday and bringing her back Saturday. So I'll have either a Friday or Saturday night free each weekend ; next hebdomad it's Saturday."

"strait like we just made a date,"I said.

"commodity,"she said."I may have to get an ass wad though. You know, to keep it ready for you. Bye."

She kissed my sass and was off.
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The next week we were like two ships continually passing in the night. Cindy worked Clarence Day and was a doting mother at night. I made myself scarcely most of the fourth dimension. I think we were both anxiously awaiting Saturday night. I know I was.

On Wed I bought her a butt plug, wrapped it and left it on top of her dresser. The next morning before she left for oeuvre she stuck her head teacher into my bedroom and thanked me for the gift. She said she had it in and it felt pretty soundly and she'd probably be grinding her ass into her desk chair all day.

On Saturday afternoon I was out when jemmy picked up Rachel. When I got home around five o'clock Cindy was standing at the kitchen counter chopping veggie. She turned to confront me and came into my arms and we kissed like it had been six months instead of six days.

"I'm making us a big salad,"she said."For Energy Department !"

She was barefoot and was wearing a jean attire with a foresightful zipper in the front man from the neck all the way down to the hem just above her knees. I pulled the zipper all the way down and opened the dress astray. I put my arms around her naked tegument and kissed her again.

When we were done with our kiss I was already hard. I looked at her beautiful dead body and grinned. All she wore under that attire were two pasties on her nipples and the spare G-string I'd ever seen. It was skintight, barely covering her snag lips and her cameltoe was inviting me. And all three pieces were gleaming, neon blue.

"Wow !"I said.

"I remembered !"she giggled."I didn't want you to miss anything."

"Fat chance of that."

I knelt before her, pulled her brightly gamy postage stamp aside and dove right in. I ate that luscious pussy right then and there with Cindy leaning with her back against the comeback. She put one metrical foot on my shoulder, opening herself, giving me add together access, and guided my nous with her hands. My lips and tongue worked together doing everything they could to energise her hot push. I reached behind her and held her ass in my hands. I found the can spark plug, snugly in billet, and I twisted and grinded it into her, and did the Lapp with my human face and her cunt.

She came right there in the kitchen, with her dress open wide and my head in her genitals. Her sprayer was profuse and it ran over my look and into my backtalk and onto the floor. We didn't even wipe it up—we left the puddle for later. We made our way to her bed and fucked and sucked all night. And on Billy Sunday aurora she again had to wash away my cum out of her ass before she left for church.

For the succeeding six month or so—twenty-seven consecutive weekends to be exact—we were lovers. We were starved. We were animals. We were cum machines. But then it had to end.

Over the premature couple of months Jimmy had been contacting Cindy More and coming on pretty strong, urging her to get back together with him. He loved her, he said. He loved Rachel, it would be best for her to cause a Dad around. He had changed and would earn things right. Cindy at first was torn, but the guilt slip jemmy laid on her worked. She gradually weakened and agreed.

Our last night together was a Friday. It was great as always, and even More intense. We fucked harder and louder than ever. It was as if we both wanted to be feeling it for a month. Soon Jimmy would be moving in and I'd be moving out.
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I moved cross state for my job. I had gone to a convention in California and met a daughter named Josie and we hit it off really well. We kept in touch sensation and it seemed like a relationship with a future so I ended up moving out there. It seemed like a good idea ; it was a better job, better pay, plus it got me away from Cindy and any temptation that I would experience certainly had.

I married Josie. Our wedding was better than Cindy's, at to the lowest degree for a few class. We made it work for a patch but it eventually turned to shit. Josie was a good someone but we were a mismatch ; ill-timed person, correctly time, I guess. And the sex was unremarkable, but then after Cindy, who knows, maybe anyone would have come up curtly. Somehow we made it almost ten years, but the last three or four were not fun. Fortunately we had no minor so we only had to part our assets and move on. After the divorce I figured I would move back east, but with promotions and sweetheart salary increases I stayed put another four and a half geezerhood. My life during those years essentially consisted of two things : working and trying avoid getting involved with women.

I stayed in contact with my syndicate of course ; my mother kept me in the loop. Cindy and Jimmy had separated and reconciled three different time before splitting up one last metre and divorcing. Rachel had grown into a wild youngster, into drugs, rebellious and uncontrollable and doing her own thing. She moved out of the house on the day she graduated high schoolhouse and the home only saw her around the holidays.

I learned that my old friend Mel would be getting married in a few month. I had been thinking about moving back, and when I heard about his hymeneals, it became a no-brainer. The clock time was right. So, I applied for some problem, went on some interviews, and the timing worked out. I moved back and started my new position three week before the wedding.
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The unmarried man party was a week before the wedding. Mel's best man was a guy we'd gone to school day with. His sobriquet was Rocket, so that might tell you something about him. rocket was the sort of guy who was always first into the pool, afraid of aught, spared no expense and never let a dollar bill burn a yap in his scoop. We all knew that if Eruca vesicaria sativa was in explosive charge of the bachelor political party, it was going to be a doozy.

He didn't let us down. roquette was divorced but he'd managed to keep open the house, a big one out in the burbs, with a large great room on the basis floor. There was medicine playing, subdued lighting, comfortable piece of furniture and a wealthy bar. There were a dozen guys altogether and all showed up within a few arcminute of the stipulate time. drinkable started flowing and garden rocket filled us in on what to expect.

"O.K., guys,"he said,"Listen up, this is very of import. I got a couple girl coming over in about an minute. They're gon na founder us all a trivial show and then they're gon na give Mel a piddling show of his own, and then maybe even the rest of us if we're lucky. BUT : You can't speck ‘ em. They can touch us but we can't relate them. So you all got ta promise to behave yourselves, all right ? And being wino is no alibi because we'll all be drunk and we'd make lousy witnesses. Everybody got it ?"

We all nodded and agreed and continued to ware assorted alcoholic drink. The doorbell rang at the prescribed prison term and Rocket ushered in two fine-looking young women. They both wore Edward D. White lab coats and four-inch heels. One was black, kind of tall with a slim look, long dark wavy hair, and she carried a shameful leather doctor's bag. The other dame was Andrew D. White, a match in shorter with a cute face, gold earrings and shoulder-length dark fuzz. I liked her already.

A deep-cushioned dearest seat had been moved to the center of the room. This would be their ‘ stage ’. The other furniture was arranged in a circle around it, giving all a good horizon. Except one chair was front and center : That's where Mel sat.

The black fille handed a CD to rocket salad and he put it in the thespian and turned to us.

"You ready, Mel ?"rocket yelled. Mel held up his beer and shrugged.

"We ready, fellas ?"We all roared.

"Ready girls ?"he asked. They nodded and got into position, and put the doc's bag off to the side.

The medicine was a pulsate funk with an earthy feel, a swampy laid-back channel that the girls were instantly moving to, and they both had good moves. They danced around each other for a moment or two, running their hands over their consistency through the Patrick White fabric of their coats. The Guy whooped when they embraced and had a long, lead kiss, and they clutched each other's backside under the back of their pelage. As they kissed and shook their butts to the meter, Blue hair's-breadth started unbuttoning pitch black's dust coat. The boys hollered again when it came off and was tossed aside. She was gorgeous, long and tend with placid, dark umber peel and athletic abs. She wore a skimpy total darkness two-piece top and a skimpier black G-string that matched the color of her skin, and if I hadn't been so close I would have sworn she was already naked.

Then Ebony returned the favor and unbuttoned Blue. When her coat came off there was a gentle gasp of surprise. She had a killer soundbox too, and a blue bra and scanty to match her hair. But what caused the surprise was on her body itself : She was completely covered with myriad tattoos from her shoulder to her toes. She was a human inkpad ; It was hard to spot a feather column inch of raw flesh. There were all kinds of look-alike big and small, blanketing her shoulder joint, her weapon, her back, her breadbasket, her ass, peg, ankles, fundament. Flora, fauna, serpent and spider and lizards and cactus and word of honor and arrows and mountains and snort and God knows what else, you'd need half a day to see it all, her eubstance was like a travelog of the grotesque. Her navel was the center of some flower and from her belly push dangled a gold mountain range. And most of the ink was darker, and much of it blue, at least to my eyes. They started going at it.

ebony tree was suddenly behind Amytal, kissing her neck, and peeled off the blue bra. And tinker's damn if those big firm tits weren't smothered with tattoos as well, and her pierced nipples displayed glistening gold hoops. After they faced each other again and kissed, Ebony started sucking Blue's tits.

As Ebony sucked on those pierced, adorned tit, blue angel reached behind her, unhooked her bra and tossed it on the sexual love seat. ebony then slipped her long blacken finger inside the back of the blueish panties and wiggled them down, revealing Blue's cunt, its lips also pierced and decorated with hardware. coal black pushed those puny panties all the way down to the level and her head wasn't far behind. She was quickly on her knees eating Patrick White cunt.

Then they did a little switcheroo and blueness started doing coal black, and for the next few minute of arc went to town on some black pussycat and tits. The boys were enjoying the appearance and yelling encouragement to them, often with lewd and raunchy suggestions for their act.

The girls paused while Blue picked up the doctor's bag and opened it. first gear she took out a large glass tip jar and placed it on a tabular array. Then she took out a flexible double dildo, perhaps nine or ten in long, and they played around with that for a spell.

Most of the guys probably already had full-blast hard-on by this time, but if they didn't, what came next would get certainly done the trick. As their coordinated bodies bent to the heartbeat, those girls ran that dildo between their legs, into their pussies and in and out of their back talk. pitch black then wrapped her lips around one point of that elastic cock and took it in an column inch at a metre. I watched her jaws and neck brawniness working in concert as bit by bit she took it into her throat. The boys went Nut when she had deep-throated almost all of it and only the other whoreson was left exposed.

Blue got back into the act. She put her mouth around that exposed top dog so she was kissing ebony tree's lips. Then we watched as their brim and mouth and throat worked in unison and their four helping hand groped their flesh. Their point and bodies writhed together for another couple hour and when their sassing at last parted the dildo was completely embedded in bluing's backtalk and pharynx with only the other asshole sticking out of her mouth. The whole crowd erupted in hand clapping and riot of delectation when Blue pulled that long rod out of her rima oris slowly, inch by column inch. She held it up, and it looked monolithic in her feminine hand. The girls took a bow and then switched their stress to Mel.

The company was in full, erotic baseball swing. Mel got two salt-and-pepper, buck-naked lap dances, and then Ebony and blue devil took turns blowing him. He was sucking on a black tit and Blue was doing the mitt jive with his nib when his cum flew out into the air, R-2 after rope.

The miss then starting flirting and mixing with the cat and pretty soon more than and to a greater extent tool were coming out, and soon the miss were on their knees sucking them. I was hoping to give Ebony a taste of mine, and she was working my side of the room.

But the more than I looked at Blue, the more than I wanted to look at her. She was almost appalling to bet at but it was hard to occupy my eye off of her. She had a great body but it was difficult to appreciate it…I couldn't understand why she would want to comprehend it with all those tattoos. I was sure she'd regret it someday. And her piercings were also extraordinary. She had jewellery decorating her auricle, nose, nipple, navel and cunt.

Ebony finally got to me and started rubbing my cock, and then she took it out and went down. But even as I was enjoying her go through mouth around my soon-to-be-emptied custard rocket launcher, I was still watching blue devil. She was just a few feet away sucking one guy and jerking off another. She looked incredible, primitive like some animal or native in the jungle, almost hideous. But I couldn't await away ; she drew my eyes like a magnet.

After about an hour and they had satisfied everyone, Blue and Ebony put on their lab pelage, and stuffed their clothes, heels, dildo and teeming tip jar into the doctor's bag. I was watching blue devil as she was wrapping the coat around her blighted body when she glanced at me. She caught my eye but quickly looked away. Both girlfriend'eyes were heavily made-up with big fake eyelash and eye phantasm so I couldn't translate anything into it from across the room.

After they left the party went strong for another hour or so, then quickly petered out. I drove domicile to my new townhouse, took some aspirin and went to bed. But I couldn't get the image of Blue out of my head.

When I had briefly caught blue sky's eye I thought I had seen a glint of the offset of a smile for an instant before she looked away, but I couldn't be sure. There was an speck of recognition in there somewhere but I couldn't for the life of me place it. It nagged at me for days and narrowly eluded me like an evasive parole on the tip of your spit. Then one dark I was lying in bed reliving it for the umpteenth sentence, and it hit me. Blue was my niece.
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I hadn't seen Rachel for yr. From what I'd been told, several days back she'd left home right out of high school, did her own thing, and had made herself scarce ever since. But I was now sure it was her, something about her oculus and her almost-smile had triggered a years-old subtle recollection.

I got Rocket's phone number from Mel and called him. I asked him about the young woman from the bachelor party.

"They used to be sprigger down at the Hoochie Coochie Club,"he said."The blacken chick goes by crystal Ballz, with a Z on the end. And the blue hair is dixie Coxxx, with three x's. I have no musical theme what their real public figure are."

"You said they used to be ?"I asked.

"Yeah, but they quit. Now they're massage therapists and they do their little act on the side of meat. Pretty good act, huh ?"

"Yep, sure was."

"What's up, you gon na hire them ?"

"No, but I know someone who might."

"wellspring, they both work at that salon in that strip eye on 8th across from the mall."

I knew the place. I thanked him and we ended the margin call. I looked up the number and called it. I didn't know which gens Rachel would be using so I tried to run dumb, as if somebody had referred me but I'd forgotten the girl's name. The receptionist went through their roster and when she got to the name Rachel I said, ‘ That's it ’. I gave her a name and booked a one-hour academic session for Friday afternoon.
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I walked into the salon Fri at four p.m. Even though I had no thought what I was doing or what I was going to say, something was drawing me, and I figured it would be a unlax way to end the study week, if nada else. I checked in with the receptionist and she had me fill out some forms and then showed me to a room. She pointed to a partition and told me to divest to my short and lay face-down on the mesa and Rachel would be with me shortly.

I glanced at the door when Rachel entered. Her haircloth wasn't blueing, it was her rude blond, in braids. She wore scouring and no makeup, her blue optic sparkling. I couldn't aid but look through her clothes and reckon her inked peel and pierced nipples and cunt lips underneath. This was my niece, I kept telling myself, I must be sick ; but here I was.

She didn't say anything at first. She washed and dried her hands at the sink and then fiddled with some bottles of oil. She came to the table and poured the warm liquidity onto my back.

"So, how have you been, Uncle Hugh ?"she said. So much for the chemical element of surprise.

"Oh, I'm okeh. Nice to be home again. How about you ?"I replied.

"I'm mulct. retentive clip no see, huh ? At least until that bachelor party, right ?"I agreed with her.

She smeared the oil evenly over my neck opening and back and then dug her finger's breadth into the radix of my scalp.

"I am going to start with your head and work my way all the way down to your metrical unit, okay ? Then we'll flip you over and work our way back up. Let me recognise if there are any areas you don't want me to massage."

"okay,"I said. I started to relax as her skilled finger kneaded my head and neck."How did you come to be a massage therapist ?"

"Community College,"she said. Then after a present moment added,"So, when did you figure out it was me ?"

"A duo solar day later,"I said."You looked familiar but with the puritanical hair and the eye makeup and the poor kindling, plus it had been so long since I'd seen you, it totally eluded me. You've grown into quite an attractive Cy Young woman."Her hands dug into my shoulders and upper back with superfluous oomph when I said that.

"I hope you weren't disappointed,"she said.

"Not at all,"I said quickly."Although it was a surprise."

"A pleasant surprise, I hope ; and not too much of a shock."

"It was a hell of a show you two young lady put on."

"I'm glad you liked it."

"Oh, everybody loved it, that's for sure,"I said."That dildo affair you all did was amazing."

She was moving from my lower back and pouring oil all over my thighs. She again schmeared it liberally over my peel and I felt a shudder when her fingernail flicked the crack of my ass.

"How did you get into doing it ?"I asked."How often do you do a show ?"

"It depends,"she said."most weekends we do one or two, sometimes three. Freddy, the bartender at the Hoochie Coochie cabaret books us. We used to turn there as dancers but we got unhinged of the hours and the way we were treated and having to sour the gang of drunks afterwards. private political party are much easier and dependable. We work a couple hours and clear a lot of money."

I was savoring the pressure sensation of her strong fingers rubbing my buttocks and the back of my thigh. Then she poured more oil on my sura and articulatio talocruralis and feet.

"You can skip the substructure,"I said."Ticklish."

Rachel laughed and pummeled my calves.

"OK, summerset over,"Rachel said.

I did as I was told. She ran her thumb along my oily shins.

"So, Uncle Hugh,"she said after a moment,"Why are you here ?"

"What ?"I said."For a massage."

"For a massage, right, I know that. But you're not here for anything else ? Like to talk some sense into me ? Or to tell me how to live my life story ?"

"Oh no, nothing like that. I could tell at the bachelor party, you're all grown up ; your lifetime is your own. At first I was attracted to the black young lady, but then I found I couldn't take my eyes off of you. That was long before I knew who you were."

"I was watching you too,"she said."I recognized you. When we started mingling I really wanted to go over to where you were but I was afraid. At first I was embarrassed for me, but then I didn't want to embarrass you, or make you uncomfortable. Then when I saw Jen going down on you I was a little jealous."

This surprised me."You were ?"I said, as she worked my thigh.

"Yeah,"she said."phone pretty sick, doesn't it ? I guess when I'm sucking a bunch of strange cocks there is some safety and reassurance in sucking individual I know."

I listened to Rachel's incredulous words. My cock did too. It had grown in my short circuit and was stiff as a two-by-four. She noticed and put her hand on it and stroked it gently.

"Maybe we should take this out,"Rachel whispered."Is that okay with you ?"

"I didn't know this was that sort of establishment,"I said softly.

"It's not. But my uncle wouldn't squeal on me would he ?"

It was a rhetorical inquiry. I lifted my butt and she grabbed the elastic waist of my boxers and pulled them off. She poured oil into her hands and gently pumped my tumid tool over and over and I moaned softly. She did this for a minute or so, driving me giddily to the edge.

"You have a overnice turncock,"she whispered, and took it into her mouth.

She maneuvered her mouth up and down over my shaft and every single CVA of her bobbing nous felt like a mini-orgasm. I then realized that Rachel had an additional piercing I had been unaware of until that bit : her tongue. She had some kind of wizardly stud protruding from the top of her tongue and every undivided clock time it dragged along the length of my cock it felt like my cum was rising up through its light beam. I came like Krakatoa with my own hot lava fighting to get out of the Crater on the head teacher of my dick. When my ejaculation was finally over Rachel let my cum drip mold slowly from her mouth over my tum and chest of drawers and she rubbed in it, and finished my massage. Then she kissed my brim and slipped her crafty tongue into my mouthpiece and I tasted semen and flock. She washed her manus at the sink.

"Damn, Rachel, that was beautiful,"I said."Thank you. That was the outdo I've ever had !"

"You're welcome,"she said."Bye."

‘ How often can I come here without raising suspicions ?'I thought to myself as I was getting dressed. I felt cracking. That Thomas Young peeress is not only one hell of a masseuse, but she gives one infernal region of a BJ too. On the way out I set an appointment for the next Friday.
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Over the adopt twenty-four hours I constantly thought of Rachel. I was anxious for Friday to add up, not just for the massage and the opportunity of another blowjob, but to see Rachel. I thought about the blemish eubstance underneath those scrubbing, the piercings, the grotesquerie of it. I wanted to see that consistence again, naked. I wanted to partake it, to sense it, to taste it.

I knew it was faulty, she was my niece for Savior's saki, but since I used to jazz my sister all those years ago, it didn't seem so scandalous to me. All I could think about was Rachel and the scantling in her tongue and how I felt like I was coming every time she licked along the hide of my cock.
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I had a dream about Rachel. I don't call back my stargaze very often, and when I do they are usually colorless, like an old black and white movie. But my dream about Rachel was full of color ; blue, of course.

We were naked in bed. Her hair was blue, her eyes were blue, her body was covered with Amytal tattoos, and her legion loops and chains dangling from her various soundbox function sparkled in direct contrast. We were kissing and my hands were active all over her colored human body, and my dick was long and voiceless. Then I was on top of her and she spread her pussy for me, inviting me in, and the inside of her cunt was a brilliant, fluent blueness. But when I tried to enter her my turncock turned into a serpent and started squiggling around and darting back and Forth, and as hard as I tried to put its point into her low-spirited lagune, it evaded me, and I would leave out her unfold cut by an inch or two. She let go of her pussy lips and they closed and the gold basketball hoop fastened to them turned into a prison gate, locking her cunt, and my snake head kept banging on the gate, locked out and unable to enter. I awoke in a sweat with my stretched and swollen rod aching. I jerked off hoping it would relieve the pressing and help me get back to sleep.
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I showed up to the beauty parlour the succeeding Fri to a greater extent relaxed than the week before, but still a niggling anxious with anticipation. Rachel gave a peachy massage of path, and our conversation was freer and covered many topics. I asked her about her blue hair and she said it was to help keep her two lives separate. I asked about the tattoos and how she had come to acquire so many. She told me she didn't really know, she had gotten one, then another, and another and pretty soon she was addicted. Sami with the piercings : once she got started it was hard to stop. ‘ Do you like them ?'she asked. I told her that after the initial daze I found it arduous to seem away.

I was hard as granite when I flipped over and Rachel didn't waste any time. She took off my underdrawers and stroked me and sucked me, and dragged her tongue rivet up and down again and again, each go like a coming in itself. I was sighing with pleasure, and I wanted to put my hand between her legs and finger her hot twat, but I didn't. I chickened out, not wanting to storm her or smash anything. When I came it was a major load, and Rachel kept her mouth clamped around my meat until my body stopped vibrating. She swallowed what must stimulate been a hefty mouthful of cum, and then she kissed me and I held her as our lingua did a slippery dance, a much longer kiss than the week before.

As Rachel was finishing up she asked me if I'd be coming in the next Friday. I told her I would like to.

"Why don't you come at five ?"she said."That's my shoemaker's last appointment of the day. Maybe we could go out for a drink, or something, afterwards."

"strait like a large approximation,"I said. I didn't know what she meant by ‘ or something ’, but I liked the sound of it.
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Rachel was in the third house when I arrived the future Friday. She greeted me and led me to the massage way. As soon as the door closed behind us she planted a buss on my sassing and told me to uncase. I went behind the division and disrobed.

"May as well leave your boxers back there too,"Rachel said.

So I did. She watched me with a flirtatious grinning as I walked naked the few understructure to the massage table with half a hard-on. I lay face-down on the table and Rachel started doing her affair. I was totally relaxed, the accent of the work workweek fading away, and anticipating what was to come. But she still had a surprise for me.

She poured oil on my ass and legs and I felt some of the tender fluid ooze into the crack of my ass. She spread my buns apart with her finger and I felt it drip inside. She deep-rubbed my hindquarters muscles for a minute. Then I hissed when I felt her fingerbreadth dip into my asshole.

"I want to knead all of you,"she whispered in my ear.

Her finger glided easily in and out of my ass a number of prison term and my prick was hard against the slight matt of the tabular array. I stayed that way over the ensuing moment as she massaged my stage. When I rolled over my cock stood up at wax mast.

Rachel pretended not to discover. She oiled my legs and massaged them from the bottom up. When she was working my gamy thighs her fingers came within a centimeter of my cock and balls, but she didn't touch them. I was gripping the edge of the table tightly with bare knuckles, hoping that she would grab it and jump going to town, but she did not. She just moved on to my speed body.

We hadn't said anything for a while. I thought maybe there was something wrong that I was unaware of ; my mind was wandering and I was thinking that maybe I wasn't going to get the royal treatment this clock time. Then I squawked when her clenched fist tightened around my engorged egg. Rachel was standing even with my chest, her centre were dreary fire.

"Now I'm going to deep-throat this bad boy,"she rasped.

She bent over and I watched her sass descend and skirt my dilate dick. It quickly disappeared into her and then her lip were kissing the top of my balls. She still had one hand on my scrotum and the former was clamped on my ass.

She gagged a pair off times but she didn't come up for air right away, she kept me in her sass and pharynx and worked my ass and ballock. When she did fall up she sucked on my balls and licked my calamus, dragging her pseudo-orgasmic tongue stud along my thin, tight skin, and then sucked the heading of my prick like a syphon. Then with what seemed like no effort she enveloped me with her backtalk and once again the head of my cock was in the back of her throat.

I put my hand on her ass as she sucked me, and then I snuck it between her legs.

Within Rachel's energetic digit my pocket was about to burst and send its payload skyward. I tried to dull my groan with my speed arm, but it was gaudy enough to signal to her that I was about to do. She whipped her mouth off of me, her teeth briefly pinching the tip. Instantly she squeezed the shaft of my cock in her hired man and placed her ovolo over the hole, locking in my cum. She started licking me, dragging that stud up along the skin of my cock, from substructure to tip. She did this over and over, simulating my orgasm, but not allowing my cum to escape. When she finally did, I was like a nursing bottle Eruca sativa blasting off, my sperm launching out of me into the air, onto Rachel's bridge player, and her face, and my body.

Rachel licked some of my cum off her digit and wiped her face with a towel."Well, now that there is one glad camping bus,"she said.

I pulled her to me, put my implements of war around her and kissed her, my tongue diving deep for the spotlight where my dick had been. It was a long kiss and she used my stopcock as a handle.

"Where do you want to go for a potable ?"she asked.

"I don't concern,"I said,"How about Harold's ? It's right down the street."

"Uh, how about Bella's, on 12th ? In about an hour ? I used to date one of the barman at Harold's ; it didn't end too well."

"Really ? What was his name ?"

"Sheila,"she said.

"Oh,"I said."Uh, okay, no trouble, Bella's it is, see you in an hour."
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I got to Bella's before Rachel did. I took a stool at the far box of the bar facing the door. I wanted to see her realize her entrance.

The bartender had just put my beer on the bar when she walked in. She looked pretty hot, as expected. Her blond hair's-breadth was down on her shoulders. She wore skin-tight Negro denim, shameful ticker and a soft cream sweater with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, exposing her tattooed forearms. She spotted me and smiled and I felt a little tingling in my loins as I watched her base on balls over. She kissed my lips and took the toilet to my left.

"Sorry I'm a little late,"she said, and ordered a glass of merlot.

"No problem, I saved your prat,"I said.

She looked and smelled fresh from a shower, emitting a tart scent. She was braless : I could see the impression of her nipples and gold rings through the flimsy cloth of the sweater.

"Well, I hope you didn't have to struggle off too many people to save my seat,"she said."Because after the massage you had, you must be much too relaxed to put up much of a fight."She smiled and squeezed my thigh.

"You got that rightfield,"I said. She winked at me and took a sip of her drink.

She seemed a slight in high spirits. Her pupil were dilated and the infant bluing of her middle was shoved to the edges.

We talked for a piddling while and ordered another circle. We talked about our Book of Job and I was thrifty not to ask too many questions about her double life even though I was rum as hell.

"rich person you talked to my mom ?"Rachel asked.

"No, not for quite a while,"I said.

"Me neither,"she said."You know, when you came in for your first massage I wondered if she'd put you up to it."

"Really, why ?"

"I don't know. It seemed like something she might do. We haven't been close for a patch. Although she did call me on my twenty-first birthday."She sighed and took a gulp of her drink.

"Are you okay ?"I asked, after a brief pause.

"What do you mean ?"

"You seem a trivial bombinate or something."

"Oh, do I ? I guess it's kicking in a little. So, tell me about your new townhouse."

"Not much to tell,"I said."Typical generic townhouse : Two bed, two-and-a-half bath, kitchen, washer, dryer, one-car garage."

"When do I get to see it ?"she said, turning more toward me.

"Anytime…there's not much to see, though."

"There's no time like the present."

"Now ?"I asked.

"Sure, why not ?"

I paid our tab and we got up to leave alone. I felt eye upon us as we strode to the door ; they were all probably wondering what the Scheol this dude in his lately thirty-something is doing with the hottie in her early twenties.

"I'll drive with you,"Rachel said once we were outside.

I opened the passenger door for her and she got in. As soon as I was behind the wheel and my door was shut she was on me. Her right hand molded around my cock and her tongue jabbed into my mouth. I could taste red wine-coloured and felt the stud poker scraping my tongue, which instantly sent me back, and my pecker hardened as I imagined it tracing the long sharpness of it.

"Take me home,"she said."Show me your bedroom."

"Are you sure about this ?"I asked.

"Of course of study, I'm sure,"she said, sounding surprised."I've blown you three times already, Uncle Hugh. I was sure the first prison term I saw you lying ass-up in the massage room."

"Okay,"I said,"Just making sure and please drop the ‘ Uncle ’. I just wouldn't want to take in advantage."

"I want to take advantage of this !"she said, squeezing my gumshoe again.

It was only a ten bit drive to my firm. We didn't public lecture for a dyad moment and then Rachel broke the silence.

"Did you ever fuck on superman ?"she asked.

"What ?"I said, not believing what I'd heard.

"I said, did you ever fuck on pane ? It's wild."

"Is that what you're on tonight, LSD ?"I asked incredulously.

"Yep. It's cool, too."she said, touching my brass."I've seen so many faces of you already tonight. You're beautiful. I want to search your body and present you mine. I have a hit for you too."

"Oh, I don't know about that,"I said."I haven't done that shit since college."

"Aw, come on, it's cool. Let's have some fun. All in the refuge of your new house."

I pulled into my garage a pair second later. While Rachel used the bathroom I pulled a can of beer out of the fridge and popped the top. I took a long pulling on the beer and wondered what the fuck I was doing. The beer was nearly gone when Rachel came out of the bathroom.

"Now give me a enlistment of your bedroom,"she said.

We walked upstairs and into my bedroom. Rachel opened her purse and put a couple pocket-size subway on the end mesa. Then she came over to me.

"pin out your tongue,"she said.

"Rachel, I don't know…"

"Oh, don't be an old wind. Stick out your tongue. I want to go on a trip and I'm taking you with me. Believe me, you won't sorrow it."

I stuck my spit out and Rachel put a small firearm of blotting paper paper on it. It melted away by the time she had unbuttoned my shirt. I pulled her sweater over her head word as she unzipped my pants. Now topless, the seductive horror of her sully flesh drew my centre like fly sheet. It was love/hate. She pushed me back on the bed and I stared at her gold-looped nipples as she pulled off my shoes and socks and bloomers. She stepped back and I gazed at her slim, inked torso as it tapered into the top of her snug, inglorious denim. She kicked off her shoes and swiveled her hips as she opened her zipper click by pawl. She hooked her thumbs into her pockets, shook her ass and pushed her jeans to the floor and stepped out of them. She tore off her skimpy black G-string and threw it aside. Her beautiful body, blemished by ink, and her ripe young twat, weighted by gold, was right in front of me. I reached out for her and she came into my arms and straddled my legs with hers. I felt her slit hardware closet against my sensitive cock.

"I wan na sit on your typeface !"she barked, and pushed me back on the bed. Her trunk writhed up onto me and her crotch was in my fount and just that quick I was eating pussy. I could smell out and sample the strong, saucy funk of her untried pussy along with the metallic seasoning of her jewelry as she grinded into me.

"mastication me,"Rachel said."Chew on my annulus. That's it."

I squeezed her ass as hard as I could as I alternated between pounding my tongue into her and yanking on the hardware with my teeth.

"Yes, that's it, that's good,"she said."Get that twat dainty and hot and wet and ready for your cock !"

I started feeling a lilliputian sick as I licked her salty oyster. I remembered from the old days this was the Elvis starting to take delay and it would pass. Rachel squirmed and hissed. I sucked hard on her clit like I was trying to swallow it raw.

"Oh, fuck !"she shouted, and pushed her shaved pitcher's mound harder into my expression, her twat pack pinching my lips."Bite me. Eat me."

I kept munching and her clit felt with child in my mouth. Rachel squealed every time I softly bit into it and I could feel the swell up imperativeness of it pushing back against my surrounding sassing. She started bouncing up and down, increasing the latent hostility of teeth and twat, and her pussycat slobbered into my oral fissure. ‘ Ugh, Ugh ’, she grunted with each velvety rebound.

My body now felt very long and skinny, like my 175 lb had been stretched from six feet to nine. The uneasiness was eroding away and each tasting of Rachel had become an ambrosian delight. Every lap, every suck seemed to last, every taste savored over. And I was now painfully aware of my cock—it felt fat and severe and heavy like a piece of swampy lumber.

After what seemed like an hr of energetic pussy-eating—although it was probably only a few minutes—with Rachel raving and my jaws pleasantly aching, she suddenly removed her genitalia from my face.

"Fuck me !"she blurted, and rolled onto her dorsum. She pulled my paw so I was atop her."Put that cock inside me."

I spread her branch and knelt between them. I looked at her body with renewed puzzlement, a garish smorgasbord of human body and run-in and landscape and brute and plant lifespan. My hallucination were now coming in mercurial wafture of to a greater extent and less intensity. I tried not to be distracted from the task at hand.

"Fuck me. And talk dirty to me,"she said.

"lecture dirty ? Why ?"I asked.

"So I can do,"she said, grabbing my cock.

My dick looked to me like it was two pes long and six in wide. There was no conceivable way it could fit into the slim slit of Rachel. But just as the tip was about to impact her jewelry-clad pussy, her pussy lips spread wide and opened like the mouth of a piranha…the mouth was blue inside, too…and the piranha swallowed up all two groundwork of me.

I started swinging into her very gently, wondering how this thin, young young lady could take in a two infantry cock without splitting apart, and I didn't want to injure her.

"semen on, Uncle Hugh, you can do best than that,"Rachel said, and she started humping me backbreaking and debauched."Fuck me !"

I obliged and her slit felt like a creamy delight wrapped around me. Every millimetre of my phallus soaked up the ecstatic fondness of her yummy, feathery vagina and every squeeze of her cunt around it and every push it made into her seemed to last-place ten seconds, although at our feverish pace in couldn't have been more than one.

"talk dirty to me. Call me a cunt,"she said.

I asked her why and fucked her harder.

"Because I'm an uncle-fucking slut, that's why. Right ?"

"Yeah."

"Say it."

"Say what ?"

"That I'm an uncle-fucking slut, you niece-fucker !"

"okey, you're a slattern. You're a cunt."

"Yeah, that's it. More !"She bit my neck.

"You're a cock-sucking cyprian, that's why I have to fuck you,"I barked.

"You like the way I suck your cock, don't you ?"

"Yes, I do. And I'm paying you back by fucking your marauder slit. And I'm going to keep fucking it until you come all over."

"Yes ! I want to come on you."

"well, hurry up you footling whore."

The words felt weird coming out of my sass but it seemed to wrench her on even more. She dug her painted nails into my spinal column and smacked her cunt into me intemperately and pinched my tool with her inside walls.

The coral Snake on her decent tit coiled as if it were going to strike and then started slithering across her chest.

"Oh, Irish bull,"I said."There's a coral snake on your tits."

"I know that."

"But it's moving !"I said, my voice cracking.

"Harder !"Rachel said.

Then the scorpion on her provide bicep started crawling down her arm with its ass raised and curled and venomous.

"Oh no !"I exclaimed."The scorpion is crawling down your arm."

"No, it's not,"she scoffed."Close your middle and celebrate fucking me. I want to come !"

So I closed my eyes and kept fucking her. But I knew the baneful snake and venom-filled arachnid were on either position ready to pounce. Then I felt my cum about to boil over.

"I'm gon na come !"I shouted out, and my semen began its rise.

"Yes !"she said, and started rocking even harder.
It felt like I was coming for ten bit. Each surge rose up through me in extra-slow motion, and replayed itself over and over and the room was an Echo of my groan and the succulent slapping of groins.

"bread and butter fucking me !"Rachel yelled.

I did. We kept pounding each early, for minute which felt like hr, and then at net, Rachel squealed like a stuck pig and climaxed, releasing a river of cum out of her Amytal marauder and all over my discharge anaconda.
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"I'm not a hooker, you know,"Rachel said.

We were on the bed and I was transfixed watching the spiders crawl around on her hip.

"I may suck a lot of prick as component part of our act, but I only give the remainder of me to a man if I care about him."

I had reached a point in time where my phantasmagoric visions had subsided. At least until the side by side wave.

Rachel kissed my lips and it turned into another long one. Her mouth opened wide and while our faces fucked I slipped my finger into her piranha. It didn't bite. Again, it was probably only a minute or two, but it seemed to go on and on.

"Thanks for a great nooky,"she said."And what an orgasm ! I could get used to that."

"What's with all the dirty talk ?"I asked.

"It just helps me come, that's all. shuffling it intense."

She pinched my fingers with her pussy and grabbed my peter with her hand. She pushed me onto my stomach and got onto my rear. She kissed my cervix and shoulder and all down my backrest. She kissed my ass and I gasped when she spread my cheeks apart and licked my asshole.

Another wave was hitting me so I closed my eyes and focused on her fluffy tongue dancing around my rim. Time slowed to a escargot's pace, hardly moving, but her lingua did not. Each lick, each flick, each grazing of her tongue was extended and resonated even as the next one began. Then her spit delved in, filling my ass with its soupy womanishness and it fucked me with smooth, slow jabs, and it felt like a base long inside me.

After what seemed like a long prison term she stopped."bring up up your ass,"she said.

With my head on the pillow I scooted my knee joint under me so my ass was up off the bed. She reached through my pegleg and grabbed my stiff dick and started jerking it and her tongue went back into business on the rim of my ass.

Her bridge player worked my turncock as her tongue worked my ass and I groaned into the pillow with each of her acid-enriched movements. My dick felt fat and wide in her fist as she wanked it and in my balls a cauldron of cum was heating up.

Her clapper slithered out of my ass. Then she tugged my stopcock down and back through my legs and wrapped her oral cavity around it. I wrenched my body in that direction to understate the hyperextended tune on my cock. Her digit were on my balls and in my ass and she sucked me with a loud, slurpy strength.

Eventually…and again, clip lapse was inscrutable…Rachel started her tongue-stud magic, tracing it along the bent-back shaft of my phallus. Each baron playground slide of that stud up the incline of my ticklish peter was probably one or two indorsement, but each one felt like ten, and it felt so powerful I could hardly endure it. After a unforesightful infinity Rachel took it into her lip again and sucked with a retribution, and soon I came, one slow-moving stream after another, like a thickly handshaking being sucked up through a specialize straw.

When I was emptied Rachel gave me back my dick and took her finger out of my ass and we slept.
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When we woke in the break of the day the world was normal again. The spiders and serpent again were torpid on Rachel's inky tegument, and although I was somewhat groggy I was seeing straight. My cock was straight as well, and Rachel noticed.

"shag me,"she said, stroking it."Until I come."

I rolled on top. Her pussy was ready and she put me right in. Without even so practically as a ‘ Good Morning ’, we were fucking. The bed human body screeched as I pounded her. I called her a working girl and a slut and a cocksucker and soon I shot a few heavily ropes of sperm into her. I must have slowed down some as I released because she yelled at me.

"dungeon fucking me !"she ordered.

So I accelerated my hammering, called her a cunt and a tramp and a few other selection words until she came at last in a loud, lengthy spasm.
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We took showers and then I drove her back to where she'd left her car. She asked me what I was doing the following Thursday night.

"Thursday ?"I asked.

"Yeah, I have parties to do Friday and Saturday."

"Oh, I see."

"Can I come over Thursday night ?"

"Sure,"I said."No acid, though."

"right hand, no pane,"she laughed.
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That Thursday would be our last time. I made no more massage appointments. She came over that Thursday dark, kissed me and started rubbing my dick.

"I've been waiting for this,"she said, and unzipped me.

I already knew we had to stop. Rachel was a messed-up Cy Young peeress and I was not helping things. She's fucked up, I'm fucked up. Hopefully I wasn't fucking her up even more. But knowing how dependable it would be, I figured what the hell, one Sir Thomas More time for the route wouldn't hurt.

We went to the bedroom and methodically peel. I was briefly appalled by her tattoo-marred organic structure, but then of line, I was mesmerized at the same time.

I came three times in the next two hours ; Rachel came once. My first time was in her oral fissure. Then I went down on her and ate her and sucked her clit until I was good and voiceless again. I mounted her and stuck my shaft into her miry cunt. I banged her like a tom tom over and over, grunting with each thrust, like I was declaring war on her pussy. Looking at her disfigured flesh I felt like some primitive fucking a brute bird in the jungle. I called her dirty names, came inside her, kept fucking her, and called her more sordid name calling, until finally she unloaded like a willow tree Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree blowing in the wind.

After a brief respite our finger's breadth started walking around. Rachel was fondling my egg when I rammed a finger up her ass.

"Ooh,"she purred."That got my attention."She kissed me.

"You like that ?"I asked, and jammed a arcsecond fingerbreadth in.

"Yeah. screwing my ass,"she croaked.

She wiggled to the bedside and took one of the tubes she'd left on the end table. She squeezed a generous sum of lube into her helping hand. She fingered her bunghole and coated my putz. I spun her around face-down on the bed.

Hers was no Virgin asshole. She opened it full for me. I put my empurpled helmet to her rim and pushed. Soon I was banging her hard from the rear end up. After a couple minutes of relentless reaming and listening to Rachel moan and groan, I sent another tankful of cum mystifying into her ass.

I pulled out and watched my semen backflow out of her. There was a strand of cum hanging from the promontory of my dick.

After a min I got up and told her I had to go to the bathroom.

"Can I come with you ?"she asked.

"Huh ?"I said, with a at sea look.

"I want you to pass water on me."

"What ?"

"Piss on me."

I shook my head and went into the john and closed the door. I peed into the toilet with half a boner.
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That was the last time I saw her. I knew it couldn't continue, no matter how skilful the blowjobs were. There was no time to come to it anyway, we both knew that, so what was the point ? It was all just suddenly too much to assimilate. The thought of fucking my niece was one thing ; but fucking a world-hardened harlot who wants to be pissed on and goes out hebdomad after week sucking dozens of cocks is something else altogether. I had no estimate how to dish out with that.
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I'd seen a lot of brainsick things while fucking on the acid. But I may have got realized some things too. The last metre I'd been with Rachel, when I was pumping my dick into her over and over and waiting for her to come, I was thinking about my baby. I hadn't been in ghost with Cindy since I'd been back, although I'd been meaning to break her a cry. So on Monday night, I called her.

When Cindy answered she was surprised to listen me on the other end of the line. Since it had been such a long clock time, our conversation was hesitant at first. But within a few minutes we were talking like old friends, as if hardly any clock time had passed.

We talked about our marriages, our divorce, our jobs and the category. She told me about all the trouble Rachel had gotten into during her teen years, and how she started stripping right after richly school. She said Jimmy had gotten remarried and was now divorced for the endorse time. We compared notes on our making love lives and established that there were no significant others. We talked for over two hr and throughout the entire call there was hardly a dead second. I asked her out to dinner.

On Friday even after work I picked her up at her condo. It was a belittled two chamber where she had lived alone for the past tense four years since Rachel had moved out after graduating from luxuriously school.

Cindy looked arresting. She was now in her early 40 but could throw passed for practically immature. She was still thin and shapely and if she was trying to look sexy she had accomplished her destination. Her blonde hair was long and wavy and she wore gray linen paper knickers and a sleeveless sinister shirt that showed off her hair and toned arms. As soon as I was through the door she hugged me and kissed my nerve. I told her how fab she looked and how great it was to see her. After a brief tour of the condo she gathered up her bag and we were off.

We had dinner at a casual seafood house. Cindy had lobster and I had a jazz group platter. Our conversation again was free-flowing, and we peered into each other's centre a few metre. I wondered what she was thinking behind her sister blue Peeping Tom. As we were finishing up dinner I asked her if she'd like to kibosh somewhere for a drink.

"Sure,"she said."Or we could go back to my place ; it may be more comfortable. I make a miserly martini."

We went back to her place and I watched Cindy fix our drink. Then we sat on her couch, sipped our boozing and our stream-of-consciousness conversation picked up where it had left off. I told her how much I'd missed her, and she said she'd missed me too, which naturally led to talking about those six or seven month we'd been roommates.

"It was a mistake going back with Jimmy, that's for sure,"she said."But you know what they say about hindsight."

"You did what you thought was right. You had to try. I understood that."

"If you'd still been around when we split up the second base time, I may never take in gone back for third gear,"she said with a tired smile.

I took her hand and held it. Then I raised it to my sass and kissed it. That simple motion broke through any remaining, falling-down barrier that still stood between us.

She squeezed my hired hand and said,"sib with benefits."

Then we were kissing and I felt and tasted her once-familiar mouth again. It was just as I remembered, like it had been yesterday. Our hands roamed our bodies as we made out, and then without a discussion, Cindy took my helping hand and led me to her bedroom. She undressed me and I undressed her, and when our clothes were heaped on the storey we fell into her bed naked, and we made hot, beautiful love.

fountainhead, almost bare, I should say. I had to strip off Cindy's neon aristocratical pasties and thong first.
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