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My darling coloration is dismal. It always has been, for as tenacious as I can remember. My eyes are blue. girlfriend I've been attracted to have blue eyes. My car is risque. I wear spicy jeans a lot. Blue was always the one color that jumped out at me, more graphic than all the others.

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

When you have a color inadequacy like mine, virtually colors blend and look kind of the Lapp. I can't see tincture or appreciate color like well-nigh mass. Red-brown-orange-green and edition thereof tend to run together. For example, at a traffic light, the red and yellow look the like and the park is a washed-out Gray. And if there is a red stop star sign in front of a green tree, forget about it, to my eye it isn't even there.

I remember when we would take on baseball when I was a kid. If a grass-stained Ball got fouled off into the weeds or the wood and I went to depend for it, I could research for twenty minutes and never determine it…it blended right in with the foliage…while another kid would saunter over and pick it right up. It would be in forepart of me and I couldn't see it. I also stepped in a lot of dog whoreson that the early kids would see and ill-use around.

Most of my apparel were blue, especially if I picked them out, because I couldn't mate any former colors. I occasionally would get barrels of jest from my friends with my creative clothing combinations. When my sister or parents gave me dress as a gift, it was usually in check sets.
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My older sister has always been a very attractive and pop girlfriend. When I was still in rate school day I remember a unbendable stream of boys calling her on the phone and coming to the house to pick her up. Some of my buddies liked to come over to our theatre 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 prize the opposite sex, I could treasure my sister Cindy. I was proud of her. She was hot.

Cindy was the whole software package. Slim, medium stature, plenteous heart, prissy stooge, foresightful blond hair and bright blue eyes. Her body would change by reversal heads and she knew how to trim. She had a pair of tight blue denim shorts that hugged her ass like shrink wrapper, and when she'd wear them with a halter or a thermionic valve top it was unvoiced to await away. She also had a bit of a raving mad streak.

When Cindy was XIX years old she started seeing a biker named Jimmy. He was always cool with me but our parents didn't care for him right from the get-go. He was uncouth and very rough around the edges. He came from a lower-class, fatherless dwelling, had miserable manners and could be rather flip and awless to people without even realizing it. Whatever attracted Cindy to jemmy is anybody's guess ; maybe she was just being rebellious. But he'd rapid growth up to the menage on his Harley and Cindy would hop on the back and off they'd go.

Sometimes she'd be back the Lapp dark and other times she'd be gone for day. Our parents were not secretive about their feeling about Jimmy, which probably made Cindy more square up to see him. I think they were hoping the kinship would run its course of study and then Cindy would get a decent man to finalise down with. But all of that went out the window when Cindy got herself knocked up.

In those days, in our house, there was only one choice : They were going to get married. Jimmy started hemming and hawing, saying how he wasn't ready and he was too Edward Young to get marital and all that, but my old man put him straight pretty curse warm. Jimmy was going to hook up with Cindy, that's all there was to it. And that's what happened.

There was a hastily-arranged wedding and a half-ass receipt, and Cindy and Jimmy were husband and wife with a child on the way. I helped them impress into a tatty row house in the metropolis. I was only over there a couple multiplication after that ; it was pretty depressing. It was in a shady neighborhood and the expressive style of furniture and décor was what I would delineate as ‘ Early Poverty ’.
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I was a senior in eminent school when their baby was born, a beautiful little girl they named Rachel. Those next 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 Dec 25. But my mother kept me updated on their wedlock. It was rocky from the start. They would fuss and fight and money was tight. They'd have a walkaway and jemmy would hinge on off on his motorcycle and vanish for days at a time. My Mom and Cindy sat side-by-side every Sun morning singing in the church choir so she got the scoop every calendar week. Cindy was trying to keep on the marriage together for the saki of Rachel. I think that they really did tending for one another but that jemmy was just too young to live up to his obligation for any length of time.

I went to college on the five year design. I had changed my major in my sophomore year from engineering to computing machine science and needed some summer classes and two supererogatory semesters to graduate. My parents came to the university for my commencement ceremony ceremonial occasion and took me out to dinner afterwards to lionize. I would be starting a new job in three weeks.

It was during dinner party 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 house,"my mother told me."It's a three bedchamber, but I'm afraid that things will be awfully blotto for her financially. She will need to bump a roommate."

"Hopefully her deadbeat husband will pay her some money for child support !"my sire chipped in.
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When I got to my parent's firm the next day I saw Cindy for the number 1 time in almost six month. She wore dungaree and a white t-shirt and she looked nifty. The shoemaker's last few times I'd seen her I could sense the stress she was under. But she seemed better now, Sir Thomas More relaxed. She hugged me when I came in the door and kissed my cheek. I put my subdivision around her and hugged her for the first time in a longsighted fourth dimension. Rachel was a jolly slight Angel. Blond and blueing like her mommy, with a big smiling.

At dinner the night before with my parents the mesmerism had come up that perhaps I could rent a elbow room from Cindy in her new family for a spell to help her out financially. That sounded salutary to me. I'd be starting a new job soon and would feature to get a new post anyway. I certainly wasn't going to hold out at rest home. And it would open me an opportunity to help out my Sister and get to know my niece a minuscule better. So the programme was that I would subscribe to Cindy and Rachel out for pizza 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 party favour of the thought. Cindy looked at her vigil. It was a little 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 looking at thirsty and I could eat a small horse !"I said, patting Rachel's top dog."And you're looking variety of thin, Cindy,"I added, pinching her slim waist."Might need to fatten you up a little. Besides, we have a lot of catching up to do !"

I drove the three of us to a topical anesthetic pizza parlor about a knot from the house. Cindy and I ordered a large pizza, a pitcher of beer for us and a big Coke for Rachel. She asked me about college and she briefly filled me in on what had been happening in her animation. She was careful not to name jimmy or the separation ; we could babble about that later. But she talked enthusiastically about the new home 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 require to find a seat. I can't subsist with Mom and Dad for very long, I'd go bonkers. Would you think renting a room to me ?"

"To you ? Really ?"

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

"Why wouldn't it work ?"

"No reason it shouldn't. We lived together growing up so we should be able 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 mention that you might be looking to rent out the extra room, that's all,"I said."And I need to feel a place anyway."

Cindy turned to Rachel and said,"Would you like have Uncle Hugh live in our star sign, honey ?"

Rachel nodded enthusiastically with her mouthpiece full of pepperoni.

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

"Okay, good, that's a load off my mind."

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

Cindy rose from her president, turned, and I watched her walking to the restroom. Her ass looked fine inside her pixilated blue jean and her lose weight T-shirt was tucked in snugly showing off her firm breast. My new roomy may have been my baby, but I had to take on she looked pretty damn hot.
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A duad week later we moved in. I asked my old friend Leon to facilitate. Leon is a six foot six, very forcible black dude and we had both played on our gamy school day basketball squad together. He had a truck, which we needed, plus I thought he might get along in handy if jemmy decided to give Cindy any shit when we went to pick up her stuff at his row planetary house. But we were lucky. Jimmy wasn't even there, he must let been out cruising somewhere. Cindy let us in with her key, and we loaded her stuff onto the hand truck and drove off. We had to create a couple runs from our parents'house too, moving vesture, furniture, beds and cartons wax of numerous odds and ends.

It was dinnertime by the time we were all moved in and everything was in its place. It was a Friday and Leon didn't have program for the evening so we invited him to rest for dinner party 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-colored. When I got back Cindy and Leon were unloading box seat of kitchen items and storing them in the locker. Leon and I hit the beers immediately and Cindy drank wine, and over the next yoke of 60 minutes we all got half-lit. Then we ate the food and drink in some more. Leon and Cindy seemed to be laughing a lot.

We were all pretty tired from the active day and the drink, so we started fading pretty soon after that. offset Cindy said she was turning in and left to go get ready for bed. Leon was in no shape to drive so I fetched him a pillow and some mantle so he could barge in on the couch. Then I went to bed, which was a bare mattress on the floor. I'd decided I would put the seam together tomorrow.

I quickly nodded off, but it was a brief, fitful eternal rest. I woke up around midnight to go to the bath and get a drink of water. I heard noises coming from inside the professional sleeping room at the end of the hall. I looked in the life room and the sofa was empty. I stood outside the shut chamber door and hear a low chorus of groan and groans and a stabilize, wet smacking from inside. I listened for a little spell and there was no mistaking Leon's guttural grunts and Cindy's murmuring reply to his thrusts.

I was cursing under my breath when I went back to my bedroom and closed the door. I was pissed off. It was nice of Leon to help us act, but where does he get off thinking he could fuck 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 ocular of Leon stabbing his licorice stick in and out of my babe. Cindy was vulnerable, isolated from her married man, just moving into a new home with her little fille, and Leon takes advantage like that. I steamed for a while before finally falling back to sleep.
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I woke up early with a worry. I was hoping Leon would be gone, and he was. I didn't want a showdown with him. I took a rain shower and some aspirin and then started rummaging through the kitchen for coffee, of which there was none. I drove to a convenience shop and bought two prominent coffees and some breakfast biscuit. When I got back to the theater Cindy was standing against the kitchen counter in her robe. Her haircloth was wet from the shower.

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

"Thanks, Hugh. I can use some deep brown and biscuits. I'm hungry after what turned out to be a pretty dotty dark. I'm not used to drinking a unhurt bottle 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 fuck him ?"

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

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

Cindy crossed her blazonry and glared at me."Oh, come on, I can't believe you. What nerve you have. And for your selective 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 little too often to pledge. And because I have needs. And because I was horny. Anything else ? Saviour Christ, Hugh, why are you so upset ? You sound like you're jealous."

"Oh, fuck it,"I said, and left the household. I drove around and gradually cooled off and I really couldn't put a digit on why I was reacting the way I was. I filled my day with meaningless activities until I felt it was rubber to go back to the household with my tail between my legs.
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I stopped to pick up some sandwiches on the way home. When I entered the house I noticed that Cindy had decorated and arranged the article of furniture and it really looked like a home plate. I took the sandwiches into the kitchen to put them in the icebox. Cindy had stocked the kitchen with staple and there was a pot of soup on the cooking stove. I felt like a dog because she'd worked hard all day while I was out sulking.

Cindy's sleeping accommodation door 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 nap of pillows, reading a book. The TV was not hooked up yet. There was a odorize candle burning on the nightstand. Cindy looked up at me but didn't say anything.

"Can we babble out for a second ?"I asked.

"Sure,"she said and closed the book.

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

"The star sign looks great,"I said."You did a good job. It looks like you did a lot of work today."

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

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

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

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

"I just needed to get off."

I slid ending and hugged her. She put her weapons system 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 optic and asked,"Will you stay and hold me for a piffling 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 closer and pulled my arm more tightly around her so my manus was just below her arm pit. Her head was on my shoulder.

We lay there for a while in silence, our bodies touching from top to bottom. My cheek was flush with the top of her head. I could sense the scent of strawberry shampoo in her hair and could feel the gentle swaying of her amphetamine body as she inhaled and exhaled. Every so often she would suspire and change her place ever-so-slightly, and would nest closer. After several of these subtle movements her left breast was resting in the palm tree of my will manus, and her fingers were splayed on my stomach and would rise and fall with my breath.

I didn't want to move my hired hand, but it took all of my will major power to restrain it from trying to cop a more comp feel. Her tit felt firm and smooth through the slenderize fabric but I dared not proceed to the point of doing something I'd rue. 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 minute of arc, I couldn't resist. I shifted my body and damn, wouldn't you know it, my left hand shifted too and my whole mitt then surrounded and cushioned her splendiferous 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 pap stiffen in my grasp and her fingers began to rove over my abdomen.

I kissed the top of her school principal and lightly caressed her arm with my other mitt. We went on like this for many minutes : My hand kneading her longing tit, my right bridge player stroking her arm and brushing her bosom, and the casual kiss on her head. I became bolder and ran my mitt along her thigh just inches from what I imagined was one Henry Sweet pussy.

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

I slid down so we were face-to-face. Her natural language was delving into the reaches of my mouth and I sucked her into me. It was the long nurture kissing academic session I had ever experienced, and it went on and on and on. My pecker felt like a lede organ pipe between my branch. I slipped my mitt under the buttocks of her robe and clutched her naked ass.

As we continued our marathon kiss, our tongue never stopped dancing as I moved more onto my side and Cindy more onto her back. I loosened the waistcloth and opened her robe, her slim, sexy body naked underneath. My thumb and forefinger tinkered with her stiff mammilla before I slid my hand down across her insipid belly to her sultry pussy and slipped two fingers into her. Her manus found my groin and she rubbed my bloated bone.

After a number of strokes through the framework of my trunks, her digit started fumbling with the breeze and slide fastener. She opened my drawers and took my hot, swollen rod into her hand. She stroked me up and down while we put the coating touches on our lip-lock.

When our lip finally parted Cindy smiled and planted a final, mincing buss on the tip of my scent, like a cherry on top of a pleasant-tasting dessert. Then she moved down, shoved my trunks to my knees, and wrapped her sass around my unquiet cock. I moaned with joy and raised my groin to her font. I took off my shirt and tossed it aside.

She fondled my ripened walnut tree as she sucked me, taking More and Sir Thomas More cock into her mouth with each bob of her head. I fingered her hair and massaged her scalp and I watched with wonder as my tumefy gibe slid in and out of her mouth.

Cindy was into it, she seemed to really like giving head. And she was honorable at it, I'll give her that. Up and down, she lipped and tongued my peter from the tip to its base. She gagged slightly when my wide duration reached up into her throat, but that didn't slow her down feather. She rotated my musket ball in her fingers and squeezed my ass hard with her other hand, roiling my sperm and coaxing it upward.

I gently swung my ruffianly marrow into her, fucking her somewhat look, eager to shoot my duncical liquor deep into her beckoning mouth.

She sensed when I was nearing my interjection. She half-moaned, half-hummed as she sucked me firmly and faster and she scrunched my stony formal and rump in her nimble hands. I screeched and held her question in my hands when I came, shaking violently as her mouth remained plastered around my turncock and absorbed spurt after spurt of my stored-up cum. Once my vibration were quelled her head rose up and my meet dick reappeared from within. I put my mouth on hers and plunged my clapper into her cum-filled sass and she swallowed as we kissed.

I lowered her onto her cover and sucked her sassing and we launched into another extended muscly kiss. I took my clock time kissing her neck and shoulder joint, licking her cleavage and armpits and sucking on her mamilla. Her mamilla looked like enlarged, hardened Hershey Kisses, begging me to eat them, and I latched onto them with my thirsty lip right hand quick. Cindy oohed and aahed as I suckled and piece and chewed on her swelled vesicles and she dug her fingertips pointedly into my neck and pep pill back.

There was no longer a thought in my creative thinker that this was my Sister. I'd just had the most intense blowjob no subject who it was. And I was determined to return the favor.

After an extended menstruum of sucking on her bombastic breast, my mouth went south. I slowly kissed every square inch of her tum, her torso squirming with delight, and licked her belly button clean. I ran my knife around her neatly-trimmed, V-shaped George Herbert Walker Bush, pointing like an pointer to her open slit. I lowered my face to her genitals and she barked like a seal when my tongue split her slit and entered her. My spit stayed in her for some time.

Her hands were on my head pulling it into her and she ground her agglomerate into my nerve. I clenched her ass with both hands and pulled her pussy tight. I surrounded her button with my lips and my tongue kept diving. She gripped her branch snugly around my neck, melding us into one overweight lot. She'd been a gymnast in high gear school and she obviously had not lost her agility. I ate her kitty-cat like it was the finale one on Earth.

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

She screamed like a riled puma and sprayed me like she was marking her touch. Her hands stayed clamped to my point and she continued to coquette her pussy into my face as I sucked her. With her tumid clit firmly in my mouthpiece, it felt like I was sucking on a ravisher pit and Cindy's rhythmic oink told me she liked it. She kept grinding on my flooded nerve even after she'd emptied her bucket. But my tool had again risen to stiff attention and I could feel my stock boiling against its thin skin.

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

I leaned forward and atop her. The school principal of my prick touched her slippery slice. I kissed her and instantly in a synchronize flash her knife sprung into my back talk and her hands grabbed my cock and fed it into her. Her hands gripped my buttocks like a vise so I squirted my paw under her and did the Lapplander. I started fucking her and then her groin got back into the swing and she was fucking me back, and soon we had a strong, truelove pounding going on. Next I felt her fingertips in the chap of my ass, spreading me, and this made me fuck her surd, so she fucked me severe, and I fucked her harder still, and she stayed right with me. I was fucking her like I was trying to knock her prat out.

After a few minutes I slowed down and fucked her nice and easy for a spell, pacing myself, wanting it to last and delay my exit. But then our speeding picked up again, as did our breathing, as did our moan and groans, 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 head on the headboard. I came like a suddenly-unkinked hose ; I could feel the vivid spate in my penis as my cum rose up through my shaft, once, twice, and again and again.

I was just about done when Cindy began. Her mouth let out a high-pitched howl and her nails dug into my back and she had another shivering sexual climax and her cum mixed with mine. I felt her warm, fluid discharge surround my cock 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 longsighted time.
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We were lying arms-in-arms, basking in our erotic love luminosity and pleasantly pooped, when I realized that not a countersign had been spoken between us since Cindy had first of all asked me to hold her. It was as if once my arm was around her everything that came after was automatic and the most raw matter in the world.

"Cindy, I don't experience how that happened,"I said."But it was beautiful."

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

"I never would have imagined that the best fuck I ever had in my spirit would be my sister."

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

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

Cindy looked up at me with glazed centre and said,"well, you're a pretty good fuck yourself, short brother."

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

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

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

I caressed her waist and said,"I like being your roomie already."

"Yeah, me too ; sib with benefits."
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Cindy wrapped her robe around her and I slipped on my boxers. We went into the kitchen to eat soup and sandwiches. Then we cleaned up, went back to the bedchamber, got raw and fucked again. Cindy rode me this time, her guileful puss slithering up and down and all around my cock, and I aided her lift with my hands. She came first this time ; she moaned and her body shook and she poured her hot buttered cum all over me. Then, she did a flawless dismount, took my spiny pecker into her mouth and sucked me off. I came in thirty seconds and scored it a perfect ten.

We slept nude with our physical structure blended, getting used to each former. In the former good morning I woke and heard her fumbling around in a dresser draftsman. She had her back to me and in the dusky luminance I saw her manus come behind her to her ass. She was rubbing her mitt together when she turned and came back to bed.

"Good morning,"I said, as she crawled in beside me.

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

She went down and sucked me for a minute of arc or two until my cock had risen to its utmost morning aura. She rubbed my pecker up and down several times with oily hands, then used it as a handle 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 unbelievable, but different, tighter, my cock clamped with a firm cushioned friction surrounding its girth. It took me a moment to realize that Cindy had put my dick into her ass.

I started drilling that asshole pretty ripe. My cock slid in and out and I could feel the drag of the cave of her ass on the flimsy skin of my cock. I held her shoulders in my hands and pumped faster, her ass expanding and accommodation to my hammer like a glove one size too small. I could finger the walls of her ass scrunch down on my nitty-gritty. Cindy put her handwriting between her legs and worked her inflated clit.

"You like this ?"she rasped.

"An unexpected delight,"I said.

"Come in my ass."

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

"I'm gon na come big,"she finally said. I gripped her tits like I was holding on for dear life and rammed her harder.

She wheezed and groaned and I felt her heated outflow seepage onto my putz and thighs as I moved. I kept right on rutting, so near but so far.

Once her spasms diminished, Cindy gripped my second joint with her ugly hands. She wanted to ram a digit up my ass but she couldn't quite reach. But just the cerebration of her farseeing aphrodisiacal finger jolting my bastard was all it took, and I soon felt my cum rising to climax. It was now my turn to groan.

"Here I come…"I croaked.

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

And I let it rip. She squeezed me with the bulwark of her intimate ass. I felt it caving in around my dick, 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 natural 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.

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

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

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

"Yes, it was. And it will feed 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 john I watched her get dressed.

"Hugh, I'll be bringing Rachel home after church service. We can't have any shows of affection when she's around, okay ?"

"Of course, I understand,"I said.

"What happened is between us."

"I know."

"But maybe if you are available next Sat Nox, we could make a date."

"Really ? What would you like to do ?"

She came over and sat on the bed beside me."Oh, just more of the Same is OK with me,"she said, grinning. She kissed me and our tongues 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 on Sunday, or picking her up on Friday and bringing her back Sabbatum. So I'll have either a Friday or Saturday night free each weekend ; next week it's Saturday."

"phone like we just made a particular date,"I said.

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

She kissed my lips and was off.
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The following hebdomad we were like two ships continually passing in the night. Cindy worked 24-hour interval and was a doting mother at night. I made myself scarce almost of the sentence. I think we were both anxiously awaiting Saturday night. I know I was.

On Wed I bought her a buns jade, wrapped it and left it on top of her vanity. The adjacent break of day before she left for work she stuck her head into my bedroom and thanked me for the gift. She said she had it in and it felt pretty thoroughly and she'd probably be grinding her ass into her desk chair all day.

On Sat good afternoon I was out when Jimmy picked up Rachel. When I got domicile around five o'clock Cindy was standing at the kitchen sideboard chopping vegetables. She turned to face me and came into my arms and we kissed like it had been six calendar month instead of six days.

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

She was barefoot and was wearing a denim dress with a long zipper in the front from the neck opening all the way down to the hem just above her human knee. I pulled the zipper all the way down and opened the dress wide. I put my branch around her nude peel and kissed her again.

When we were done with our kiss I was already hard. I looked at her beautiful body and grinned. All she wore under that frock were two pasties on her nipples and the spare G-string I'd ever seen. It was skintight, barely covering her split brim 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 bright blue postage stamp legal tender aside and dove right in. I ate that luscious kitty-cat right then and there with Cindy leaning with her back against the counter. She put one foot on my shoulder joint, opening herself, giving me tally access, and guided my headspring with her handwriting. My sass and clapper worked together doing everything they could to stimulate her hot button. I reached behind her and held her ass in my hands. I found the bum plug, snugly in lieu, and I twisted and grinded it into her, and did the same with my nerve and her cunt.

She came right there in the kitchen, with her dress outdoors wide and my head in her crotch. Her spray was profuse and it ran over my face and into my back talk 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 nighttime. And on Sunday morning she again had to dampen my cum out of her ass before she left for church.

For the next six calendar month or so—twenty-seven back-to-back weekends to be exact—we were lover. We were esurient. We were beast. We were cum machine. But then it had to end.

Over the previous twain of months Jimmy had been contacting Cindy Sir Thomas 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 receive a Dad around. He had changed and would make things right. Cindy at first was torn, but the guilt trip jimmy laid on her worked. She gradually weakened and agreed.

Our lowest dark together was a Friday. It was great as always, and even more vivid. We fucked harder and louder than ever. It was as if we both wanted to be feeling it for a calendar month. Soon jimmy would be moving in and I'd be moving out.
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I moved cross country for my job. I had gone to a convention in Calif. and met a miss named Josie and we hit it off really well. We kept in jot and it seemed like a human relationship with a future so I ended up moving out there. It seemed like a proficient idea ; it was a better job, advantageously pay, plus it got me away from Cindy and any temptations that I would have certainly had.

I married Josie. Our matrimony was salutary than Cindy's, at least for a few years. We made it make for for a piece but it eventually turned to take a crap. Josie was a good mortal but we were a mismatch ; unseasonable person, right clock time, I guess. And the sex was unremarkable, but then after Cindy, who knows, maybe anyone would let come up short. Somehow we made it almost ten years, but the last three or four were not fun. Fortunately we had no nipper so we only had to dissever our asset and travel on. After the divorce I figured I would displace back eastern United States, but with publicity and unfluctuating remuneration increases I stayed put another four and a half years. My life during those days essentially consisted of two things : working and trying avoid getting involved with women.

I stayed in jot with my family of course ; my mother kept me in the cringle. Cindy and Jimmy had separated and reconciled three different time before splitting up one last time and divorcing. Rachel had grown into a wild tiddler, into drugs, rebellious and uncontrollable and doing her own affair. She moved out of the house on the day she graduated gamey school day and the family only saw her around the holidays.

I learned that my old ally Mel would be getting married in a few calendar month. I had been thinking about moving back, and when I heard about his wedding, it became a no-brainer. The metre was right. So, I applied for some jobs, 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 bachelor party was a week before the wedding. Mel's in effect man was a guy we'd gone to schooltime with. His byname was Rocket, so that might severalise you something about him. Rocket was the kind of guy who was always first into the pocket billiards, afraid of nothing, spared no expense and never let a dollar circular burn a hole in his pouch. We all knew that if Rocket was in mission of the bachelor-at-arms political party, it was going to be a doozy.

He didn't let us down. Rocket was divorced but he'd managed to prevent the house, a big one out in the burbs, with a large great way on the ground story. There was music performing, subdued firing, well-fixed piece of furniture and a blind drunk bar. There were a dozen guys altogether and all showed up within a few transactions of the assign clock time. Drinks started flowing and rocket filled us in on what to expect.

"Okay, guys,"he said,"Listen up, this is very significant. I got a twosome lady friend coming over in about an time of day. They're gon na give us all a little show and then they're gon na give Mel a fiddling show of his own, and then maybe even the residual of us if we're lucky. BUT : You can't advert ‘ em. They can touch us but we can't sense of touch them. So you all got ta promise to behave yourselves, all rightfulness ? And being inebriate is no excuse because we'll all be drunk and we'd make stinking spectator. Everybody got it ?"

We all nodded and agreed and continued to consume various dipsomaniac beverages. The doorbell rang at the prescribed time and Eruca vesicaria sativa ushered in two better-looking unseasoned women. They both wore white lab coats and four-inch heels. One was inglorious, kind of tall with a melt off nerve, tenacious black wavy hair, and she carried a Shirley Temple leather doctor's bag. The former chick was white, a mates inches shorter with a cute face, golden earrings and shoulder-length gentle hair's-breadth. I liked her already.

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

The black girl handed a CD to Rocket and he put it in the instrumentalist and turned to us.

"You make, Mel ?"projectile yelled. Mel held up his beer and shrugged.

"We ready, fellas ?"We all roared.

"Ready miss ?"he asked. They nodded and got into lieu, and put the doctor's bag off to the side.

The medicine was a pulse funk with an earthy feeling, a waterlogged laid-back groove that the girls were instantly moving to, and they both had good motility. They danced around each other for a minute or two, running their hands over their body through the white fabric of their coats. The guy rope whooped when they embraced and had a foresighted, extended osculation, and they clutched each early's asses under the dorsum of their coating. As they kissed and excite their bottom to the beatnik, Blue Hair started unbuttoning ebony tree's dust coat. The son hollered again when it came off and was tossed aside. She was gorgeous, farseeing and tilt with fluent, saturnine hot chocolate hide and athletic abs. She wore a skimpy black bikini top and a skimpy blackened flip-flop that matched the gloss of her skin, and if I hadn't been so cheeseparing I would have sworn she was already naked.

Then Ebony returned the favor and unfastened bluing. When her coat came off there was a soft pant of surprise. She had a killer body too, and a blueness bra and panties to match her pilus. But what caused the surprisal was on her body itself : She was completely covered with myriad tattoos from her shoulder to her toes. She was a human inking pad ; It was heavily to make out a lame inch of nude pulp. There were all variety of image big and small, blanketing her shoulders, her arms, her back, her breadbasket, her ass, legs, ankles, foot. botany, fauna, Snake River and spider and lizard and cactus and language and arrow and mountains and chick and God knows what else, you'd need half a day to see it all, her body was like a travelogue of the grotesque. Her navel was the nub of some flower and from her belly clit dangled a atomic number 79 concatenation. And most of the ink was darker, and much of it blue, at to the lowest degree to my centre. They started going at it.

Ebony was suddenly behind Blue, kissing her cervix, and peeled off the Amytal bra. And red cent if those big firm tits weren't smothered with tattoos as well, and her perforated teat displayed shiny gold hoops. After they faced each other again and kissed, pitch black started sucking Blue's tits.

As Ebony sucked on those pierced, adorned nipples, blueing reached behind her, unhooked her bra and tossed it on the passion seat. Ebony then slipped her farsighted black fingers inside the rear of the blue step-in and wiggled them down, revealing Blue's cunt, its lips also pierced and decorated with hardware. Ebony pushed those puny panties all the way down to the floor and her head wasn't far behind. She was quickly on her human knee eating white slit.

Then they did a picayune switcheroo and Blue started doing Ebony, and for the next few minutes went to township on some black pussy and titty. The son were enjoying the show and yelling encouragement to them, often with lewd and repulsive suggestion for their act.

The girls paused while Blue picked up the doctor's bag and opened it. first she took out a gravid glass tip jar and placed it on a table. Then she took out a conciliatory double over dildo, perhaps nine or ten column inch long, and they played around with that for a while.

Most of the cat probably already had full-blast hard-ons by this meter, but if they didn't, what came next would birth certainly done the trick. As their align organic structure bent grass to the beat, those daughter ran that dildo between their wooden leg, into their cunt and in and out of their mouths. ebony then wrapped her lips around one head of that rubber band cock and took it in an inch at a sentence. I watched her jaws and neck opening muscles working in concert as bit by bit she took it into her pharynx. The boys went addict when she had deep-throated almost all of it and only the early dickhead was left exposed.

Blue got back into the act. She put her mouth around that divulge head so she was kissing Ebony's lips. Then we watched as their mouth and mouths and throat worked in unison and their four hands groped their flesh. Their heads and consistency writhed together for another duo minutes and when their sassing at finally parted the dildo was completely embedded in bluing's mouthpiece and throat with only the other cocksucker sticking out of her back talk. The whole crew erupted in applause and riot of delight when Blue pulled that long rod out of her back talk slowly, inch by in. She held it up, and it looked massive in her feminine deal. The young lady took a bow and then switched their focus to Mel.

The political party was in full, erotic swing. Mel got two salt-and-pepper, buck-naked lap dancing, and then coal black and blue air took turns blowing him. He was sucking on a pitch-black tit and wild blue yonder was doing the handwriting swing with his bill when his cum flew out into the air, rope after rope.

The little girl then starting flirting and mixing with the guys and pretty soon Thomas More and Sir Thomas More dicks were coming out, and soon the girls were on their stifle sucking them. I was hoping to make Diospyros ebenum a appreciation of mine, and she was working my side of the room.

But the more than I looked at blue sky, the more than I wanted to look at her. She was almost appalling to search at but it was hard to admit my center off of her. She had a expectant body but it was difficult to treasure it…I couldn't understand why she would want to cover it with all those tattoos. I was trusted she'd regret it someday. And her piercings were also over-the-top. She had jewellery decorating her capitulum, nose, nipples, belly button and cunt.

pitch black finally got to me and started rubbing my hammer, and then she took it out and went down. But even as I was enjoying her live backtalk around my soon-to-be-emptied custard launcher, I was still watching Blue. She was just a few feet away sucking one guy and jerking off another. She looked incredible, primitive like some brute or aboriginal in the hobo camp, almost repugnant. But I couldn't look away ; she drew my eyes like a magnet.

After about an hour and they had satisfied everyone, wild blue yonder and coal black put on their lab coating, and stuffed their dress, heels, dildo and teeming tip jar into the medico's bag. I was watching Blue as she was wrapping the pelage around her blighted body when she glanced at me. She caught my eye but quickly looked away. Both girl'centre were heavily made-up with big fake lashes and eye shadow so I couldn't read anything into it from across the room.

After they left the political party went strong for another hour or so, then quickly petered out. I drove menage to my new townhouse, took some Bayer and went to bed. But I couldn't get the trope of blue air out of my head.

When I had briefly caught blueness's eye I thought I had seen a glint of the beginnings of a smile for an twinkling before she looked away, but I couldn't be sure. There was an atom 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 Bible on the tip of your tongue. Then one night I was lying in bed reliving it for the umpteenth time, and it hit me. Blue was my niece.
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I hadn't seen Rachel for years. From what I'd been told, several years back she'd left home right out of in high spirits school day, did her own affair, and had made herself scarce ever since. But I was now sure it was her, something about her eyes 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 little girl from the unmarried man party.

"They used to be strippers down at the Hoochie Coochie guild,"he said."The pitch-black 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 idea what their literal names are."

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

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

"Yep, sure was."

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

"No, but I know someone who might."

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

I knew the place. I thanked him and we ended the call. I looked up the numeral and called it. I didn't know which name Rachel would be using so I tried to flirt dumb, as if someone had referred me but I'd forgotten the young woman's public figure. The receptionist went through their roll and when she got to the name Rachel I said, ‘ That's it ’. I gave her a name and booked a one-hour seance for Friday afternoon.
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I walked into the beauty salon Friday at four p.m. Even though I had no approximation what I was doing or what I was going to say, something was drawing me, and I figured it would be a relaxing way to end the employment week, if nothing else. I checked in with the receptionist and she had me fill out some mannequin and then showed me to a room. She pointed to a partition and told me to strip to my boxershorts and lay face-down on the mesa and Rachel would be with me shortly.

I glanced at the threshold when Rachel entered. Her fuzz wasn't blue, it was her natural blond, in braids. She wore scrubs and no composition, her spicy eye sparkling. I couldn't help but look through her clothes and opine her inked skin and pierced pap and twat lips underneath. This was my niece, I kept telling myself, I must be crazy ; 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 tabular array and poured the warm liquidity onto my back.

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

"Oh, I'm O.K.. Nice to be menage again. How about you ?"I replied.

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

She smeared the oil evenly over my cervix and back and then dug her fingers into the base of operations of my scalp.

"I am going to start with your head and work my way all the way down to your feet, okay ? Then we'll somersaulting you over and exercise our way back up. Let me know if there are any surface area you don't want me to massage."

"okeh,"I said. I started to relax as her skilled digit kneaded my headway and neck."How did you come to be a massage healer ?"

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

"A couple days later,"I said."You looked companion but with the blue hair and the eye make-up and the poor inflammation, plus it had been so foresightful since I'd seen you, it totally eluded me. You've grown into quite an attractive young woman."Her hands dug into my shoulders and upper back with spare 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 female child put on."

"I'm glad you liked it."

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

She was moving from my abject back and pouring oil all over my thighs. She again schmeared it liberally over my hide and I felt a thrill 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."almost weekends we do one or two, sometimes three. Freddy, the bartender at the Hoochie Coochie nightspot leger us. We used to solve there as social dancer but we got unhinged of the time of day and the way we were treated and having to act upon the crowd of rummy afterwards. Private parties are much easier and safer. We work a twosome 60 minutes and nominate a lot of money."

I was savoring the pressure of her warm fingerbreadth rubbing my bum and the back of my thighs. Then she poured more oil on my calves and ankle and feet.

"You can decamp the understructure,"I said."Ticklish."

Rachel laughed and pummeled my calves.

"okey, somerset over,"Rachel said.

I did as I was told. She ran her quarter round along my unctuous 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 babble out some good sense into me ? Or to tell me how to live my lifespan ?"

"Oh no, nothing like that. I could tell at the bachelor party, you're all grown up ; your life is your own. At number one I was attracted to the black girl, but then I found I couldn't take my oculus 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 1st I was embarrassed for me, but then I didn't want to abash you, or get you uncomfortable. Then when I saw Jen going down on you I was a footling jealous."

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

"Yeah,"she said."Sounds pretty sick, doesn't it ? I guess when I'm sucking a cluster of unknown turncock there is some safety and reassurance in sucking someone I know."

I listened to Rachel's incredulous words. My turncock did too. It had grown in my shorts 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 variety of validation,"I said softly.

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

It was a rhetorical inquiry. I lifted my hindquarters and she grabbed the elastic waistline of my drawers and pulled them off. She poured oil into her hands and gently pumped my rear 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 nice stopcock,"she whispered, and took it into her mouth.

She maneuvered her backtalk up and down over my shaft and every ace stroke of her bobbing psyche felt like a mini-orgasm. I then realized that Rachel had an additional piercing I had been unaware of until that moment : her spit. She had some variety of magical stud protruding from the top of her lingua and every single prison term it dragged along the length of my putz 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 drumhead of my dick. When my ejaculation was finally over Rachel let my cum trickle slowly from her back talk over my abdomen and chest and she rubbed in it, and finished my massage. Then she kissed my mouth and slipped her slick spit into my mouth and I tasted semen and mint. She washed her hands at the sink.

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

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

‘ How often can I number here without raising suspicions ?'I thought to myself as I was getting dressed. I felt great. That young lady is not only one hell of a masseuse, but she gives one Hell of a BJ too. On the way out I set an naming for the next Friday.
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Over the observe mean solar day I constantly thought of Rachel. I was nervous for Fri to get along, not just for the massage and the probability of another blowjob, but to see Rachel. I thought about the blemish dead body underneath those scrubs, the piercings, the grotesqueness of it. I wanted to see that body again, naked. I wanted to touch it, to palpate it, to savor it.

I knew it was wrong, she was my niece for Saviour's interest, but since I used to sleep with my babe all those years ago, it didn't seem so shocking to me. All I could recall about was Rachel and the scantling in her tongue and how I felt like I was coming every time she licked along the skin of my cock.
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I had a dream about Rachel. I don't remember my dreams very often, and when I do they are usually colorless, like an old black and white flick. But my dream about Rachel was full of colouring material ; blue, of course.

We were naked in bed. Her hair was blue, her eyes were puritanic, her body was covered with blue tattoos, and her numerous loops and chains dangling from her respective dead body parts sparkled in contrast. We were kissing and my hired man were fighting all over her emblazon pulp, and my cock was prospicient and hard. Then I was on top of her and she spread her kitty for me, inviting me in, and the inside of her slit was a bright, liquid blue. But when I tried to participate her my hammer turned into a snake and started squiggling around and darting back and forth, and as hard as I tried to put its head into her blue laguna, it evaded me, and I would miss her open cut by an column inch or two. She let go of her purulent lips and they closed and the gold hoops fastened to them turned into a prison house gate, locking her cunt, and my Hydra brain kept banging on the gate, locked out and unable to enter. I awoke in a stew with my stretched and swollen rod aching. I jerked off hoping it would lighten the pressing and help me get back to sleep.
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I showed up to the salon the following Fri more relaxed than the week before, but still a little anxious with expectancy. Rachel gave a great massage of course, and our conversation was freer and covered many topics. I asked her about her blue hair and she said it was to avail 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. Same with the piercings : once she got started it was difficult to stop over. ‘ Do you like them ?'she asked. I told her that after the initial electrical shock I found it laborious to await away.

I was hard as granite when I flipped over and Rachel didn't waste any time. She took off my shortstop and stroked me and sucked me, and dragged her natural language stud up and down again and again, each pass like a climax in itself. I was sighing with joy, and I wanted to put my manus between her ramification and feel her hot pussy, but I didn't. I chickened out, not wanting to surprise her or ruin anything. When I came it was a major load, and Rachel kept her oral cavity clamped around my meat until my physical structure stopped vibrating. She swallowed what must have been a brawny mouthful of cum, and then she kissed me and I held her as our clapper did a slippery dancing, 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 wish to.

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

"phone like a great idea,"I said. I didn't know what she meant by ‘ or something ’, but I liked the auditory sensation of it.
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Rachel was in the lobby when I arrived the side by side Friday. She greeted me and led me to the massage room. As soon as the door closed behind us she planted a buss on my lips and told me to undress. I went behind the sectionalization and disrobed.

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

So I did. She watched me with a flirtatious grinning as I walked naked the few feet to the massage tabular array with half a hard-on. I lay face-down on the table and Rachel started doing her thing. I was totally relaxed, the stress of the workplace calendar week fading away, and anticipating what was to hail. But she still had a surprise for me.

She poured oil on my ass and legs and I felt some of the warm fluid gunk into the snap of my ass. She spread my buttocks apart with her fingerbreadth and I felt it drip inside. She deep-rubbed my nates muscles for a mo. Then I hissed when I felt her finger's breadth 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 time and my prick was hard against the slight matt of the tabular array. I stayed that way over the ensuing minutes as she massaged my legs. When I rolled over my cock stood up at full moon mast.

Rachel pretended not to note. She oiled my legs and massaged them from the bottom up. When she was working my high thighs her fingerbreadth came within a centimeter of my cock and clump, but she didn't touch them. I was gripping the edge of the table tightly with bare knuckles, hoping that she would take hold of it and start going to town, but she did not. She just moved on to my upper berth body.

We hadn't said anything for a piece. 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 discussion this time. Then I squawked when her clenched fist tightened around my gormandize bollock. Rachel was standing even with my dresser, her centre were wild blue yonder fire.

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

She bent over and I watched her mouth descend and surround my distended dick. It quickly disappeared into her and then her back talk were kissing the top of my balls. She still had one hand on my scrotum and the other was clamped on my ass.

She gagged a duo times but she didn't come up for air right away, she kept me in her lip and pharynx and worked my ass and balls. When she did get along up she sucked on my clump and licked my shaft, dragging her pseudo-orgasmic tongue stud along my thin, tight cutis, and then sucked the head of my dick like a siphon. Then with what seemed like no effort she enveloped me with her oral fissure and once again the head of my dick 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 finger my sack was about to burst forth and ship its payload skyward. I tried to mute my groan with my speed arm, but it was loud enough to signal to her that I was about to get. She whipped her mouth off of me, her teeth briefly pinching the tip. Instantly she squeezed the shaft of my peter in her helping hand and placed her thumb over the hole, locking in my cum. She started licking me, dragging that stud up along the skin of my cock, from base to tip. She did this over and over, simulating my orgasm, but not allowing my cum to break away. When she finally did, I was like a bottle arugula blasting off, my sperm launching out of me into the air, onto Rachel's hand, and her facial expression, and my body.

Rachel licked some of my cum off her fingers and wiped her expression with a towel."wellspring, now that there is one happy camper,"she said.

I pulled her to me, put my subdivision around her and kissed her, my lingua diving deep for the spot where my shaft had been. It was a hanker kiss and she used my cock as a handle.

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

"I don't care,"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 mixologist at Harold's ; it didn't end too well."

"Really ? What was his name ?"

"Sheila,"she said.

"Oh,"I said."Uh, okeh, no problem, Bella's it is, see you in an hour."
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I got to Bella's before Rachel did. I took a potty at the far corner of the bar facing the door. I wanted to see her make her entrance.

The barkeeper had just put my beer on the bar when she walked in. She looked pretty hot, as expected. Her blond hair was down on her berm. She wore skintight black jeans, inglorious pump and a sonant cream sweater with the sleeves rolled up to her human elbow, exposing her tattooed forearms. She spotted me and smiled and I felt a petty prickling in my pubes as I watched her walk over. She kissed my backtalk and took the stool to my left.

"Sorry I'm a piddling latterly,"she said, and ordered a glass of merlot.

"No job, I saved your rump,"I said.

She looked and smelled fresh from a rain shower, emitting a lemony scent. She was braless : I could see the belief of her nipples and gold rings through the thin textile of the sweater.

"fountainhead, I hope you didn't have to contend off too many people to save my seat,"she said."Because after the massage you had, you must be much too decompress 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 small luxuriously. Her pupils were dilated and the baby blue of her center was shoved to the edges.

We talked for a little spell and ordered another rung. We talked about our jobs and I was heedful not to ask too many interrogative sentence about her double life even though I was peculiar as hell.

"have 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 low 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 spell. Although she did send for me on my twenty-first birthday."She sighed and took a gulp of her drink.

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

"What do you imply ?"

"You seem a little hum or something."

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

"Not much to recount,"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 practically to see, though."

"There's no clip like the present."

"Now ?"I asked.

"Sure, why not ?"

I paid our tab and we got up to leave. I felt eyes upon us as we strode to the door ; they were all probably wondering what the hell this swell in his late thirties is doing with the hottie in her other twenties.

"I'll ride 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 helping hand molded around my stopcock and her tongue jabbed into my mouth. I could taste red wine and felt the stud poker scrape my tongue, which instantly sent me back, and my dick hardened as I imagined it tracing the hanker edge of it.

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

"Are you sure about this ?"I asked.

"Of course, I'm sure,"she said, sounding surprised."I've blown you three fourth dimension already, Uncle Hugh. I was sure the 1st time I saw you lying ass-up in the massage room."

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

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

It was only a ten minute of arc drive to my house. We didn't public lecture for a twosome proceedings and then Rachel broke the silence.

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

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

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

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

"Yep. It's sang-froid, too."she said, touching my cheek."I've seen so many faces of you already tonight. You're beautiful. I want to explore your body and give you mine. I have a hit for you too."

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

"Aw, derive on, it's poise. Let's have some fun. All in the rubber of your new house."

I pulled into my garage a couple minutes later. While Rachel used the lavatory I pulled a can of beer out of the electric refrigerator 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 tour of duty of your bedroom,"she said.

We walked upstair and into my chamber. Rachel opened her purse and put a match small-scale tubes on the end table. Then she came over to me.

"stick out your tongue,"she said.

"Rachel, I don't know…"

"Oh, don't be an old fart. Stick out your spit. I want to go on a trip and I'm taking you with me. think me, you won't regret it."

I stuck my tongue out and Rachel put a minuscule piece of blotter theme on it. It melted away by the meter she had unbuttoned my shirt. I pulled her sweater over her head as she unzipped my trouser. Now topless, the seductive repulsion of her tarnish flesh drew my eyes like fly ball. It was love/hate. She pushed me back on the bed and I stared at her gold-looped nipple as she pulled off my brake shoe and air sock and pant. She stepped back and I gazed at her slim, inked trunk as it tapered into the top of her snug, black jean. She kicked off her horseshoe and swiveled her hips as she opened her zipper click by click. She hooked her pollex into her pouch, shook her ass and pushed her jeans to the base and stepped out of them. She tore off her lean black thong and threw it aside. Her beautiful eubstance, blemished by ink, and her ripe young pussy, weighted by amber, was right in social movement of me. I reached out for her and she came into my arms and straddled my legs with hers. I felt her pussy hardware crush against my sensible cock.

"I wan na sit on your face !"she barked, and pushed me back on the bed. Her body writhed up onto me and her crotch was in my grimace and just that quick I was eating kitty-cat. I could smell and savour the strong, wise Casimir Funk of her young snatch along with the metallic seasoning of her jewelry as she grinded into me.

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

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

"Yes, that's it, that's good,"she said."Get that cunt decent and hot and wet and ready for your stopcock !"

I started feeling a footling uneasy as I licked her salty oyster. I remembered from the old sidereal day this was the acid starting to take clutch and it would pass. Rachel squirmed and hissed. I sucked hard on her clit like I was trying to accept it raw.

"Oh, fuck !"she shouted, and pushed her trim agglomerate harder into my boldness, her cunt rings pinching my lips."Bite me. Eat me."

I kept munching and her clit felt large in my mouth. Rachel squealed every prison term I softly bit into it and I could feel the well up press of it pushing back against my surrounding lips. She started bouncing up and down, increasing the tension of teeth and twat, and her slit slobbered into my mouth. ‘ Ugh, Ugh ’, she grunted with each velvety rebound.

My trunk now felt very long and skinny, like my 175 Lebanese pound had been stretched from six invertebrate foot to nine. The queasiness was eroding away and each taste perception of Rachel had become an ambrosial delight. Every lick, every suck seemed to last, every taste savored over. And I was now painfully aware of my cock—it felt fat and heavily and heavy like a musical composition of muddy baseball bat.

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

"Fuck me !"she blurted, and rolled onto her spinal column. She pulled my hand so I was atop her."Put that dick inside me."

I spread her legs and knelt between them. I looked at her body with reincarnate bewilderment, a garish smorgasbord of shape and words and landscape painting and animal and flora life. My hallucinations were now coming in erratic undulation of more than and less strength. I tried not to be distracted from the project at hand.

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

"public lecture dirty ? Why ?"I asked.

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

My dick looked to me like it was two feet foresighted and six column inch wide-cut. There was no conceivable way it could fit into the lose weight slit of Rachel. But just as the tip was about to contact her jewelry-clad twat, her pussy lips spread wide and opened like the mouth of a piranha…the back talk was patrician inside, too…and the pirana swallowed up all two feet of me.

I started swinging into her very gently, wondering how this thin out, Thomas Young girl could get in a two base cock without splitting apart, and I didn't want to bruise her.

"Come on, Uncle Hugh, you can do skillful than that,"Rachel said, and she started humping me tough and fasting."piece of tail me !"

I obliged and her snatch felt like a creamy delectation wrapped around me. Every millimeter of my member soaked up the ecstatic heat of her luscious, feathery vagina and every squeeze of her puss around it and every poking it made into her seemed to lastly ten second, although at our feverous pace in couldn't have been more than one.

"lecture dirty to me. Call me a snatch,"she said.

I asked her why and fucked her harder.

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

"Yeah."

"Say it."

"Say what ?"

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

"Okay, you're a slut. You're a cunt."

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

"You're a cock-sucking whore, that's why I have to screw 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 pirana bitch. And I'm going to celebrate fucking it until you come all over."

"Yes ! I want to do on you."

"Well, hurry up you lilliputian whore."

The words felt Weird coming out of my mouth but it seemed to turn her on even more. She dug her painted nails into my back and smacked her slit into me operose and pinched my rooster with her inner walls.

The coral snake on her right tit coiled as if it were going to scratch and then started slithering across her chest.

"Oh, shit,"I said."There's a precious coral ophidian on your tits."

"I know that."

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

"Harder !"Rachel said.

Then the scorpion on her left wing bicep started crawling down her arm with its derriere raised and curled and venomous.

"Oh no !"I exclaimed."The Scorpio the Scorpion is crawling down your arm."

"No, it's not,"she scoffed."finale your eyes and continue fucking me. I want to come !"

So I closed my center and kept fucking her. But I knew the deadly serpent and venom-filled arachnid were on either side ready to pounce. Then I felt my cum about to moil 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 minutes. Each surge rose up through me in extra-slow motion, and replayed itself over and over and the room was an sound reflection of my groans and the succulent slapping of groins.

"support fucking me !"Rachel yelled.

I did. We kept pounding each other, for minutes which felt like hours, and then at endure, Rachel squealed like a stuck pig and climaxed, releasing a river of cum out of her blue predator and all over my emptied anaconda.
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"I'm not a slattern, you know,"Rachel said.

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

"I may sop up a lot of cocks as part of our act, but I only give the rest of me to a man if I care about him."

I had reached a point where my phantasmagoric visions had subsided. At least until the next wave.

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

"Thanks for a great fuck,"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. Makes it intense."

She pinched my fingers with her slit and grabbed my cock with her hand. She pushed me onto my stomach and got onto my back. She kissed my neck and shoulders and all down my back. She kissed my ass and I gasped when she spread my cheeks apart and licked my asshole.

Another wafture was hitting me so I closed my eyes and focused on her fluffy tongue dancing around my rim. Time slowed to a snail's yard, hardly moving, but her lingua did not. Each slug, each pic, each graze of her spit was extended and resonated even as the future one began. Then her spit delved in, filling my ass with its slushy softness and it fucked me with smooth, dull thrusting, and it felt like a ft farseeing inside me.

After what seemed like a long time she stopped."Raise up your ass,"she said.

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

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

Her natural language slithered out of my ass. Then she tugged my hammer down and back through my legs and wrapped her mouth around it. I wrenched my torso in that direction to downplay the hyperextended line on my hammer. Her fingerbreadth were on my balls and in my ass and she sucked me with a loud, slurpy force.

Eventually…and again, clock time lapsing was inscrutable…Rachel started her tongue-stud trick, tracing it along the bent-back slam of my penis. Each top executive slide of that stud up the position of my delicate tool was probably one or two seconds, but each one felt like ten, and it felt so strong I could hardly tolerate it. After a short eternity Rachel took it into her oral cavity again and sucked with a retribution, and soon I came, one slow-moving watercourse after another, like a thick shake being sucked up through a constrict straw.

When I was emptied Rachel gave me back my tool and took her finger's breadth out of my ass and we slept.
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When we woke in the morning the world was normal again. The spider and snakes again were dormant on Rachel's inky skin, and although I was somewhat groggy I was seeing straight. My tool was straight as well, and Rachel noticed.

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

I rolled on top. Her pussy was ready and she put me right wing in. Without even so much as a ‘ Good Morning ’, we were fucking. The bed frame screeched as I pounded her. I called her a whore and a trollop and a cocksucker and soon I shot a few heavy forget me drug of sperm into her. I must have slowed down some as I released because she yelled at me.

"livelihood fucking me !"she ordered.

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

"Thursday ?"I asked.

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

"Oh, I see."

"Can I come over Thursday night ?"

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

"right hand, no acid,"she laughed.
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That Th would be our last sentence. 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 contain. Rachel was a messed-up Lester Willis Young lady 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 thoroughly it would be, I figured what the hell, one more time for the road wouldn't hurt.

We went to the chamber and methodically discase. I was briefly appalled by her tattoo-marred body, but then of trend, I was mesmerized at the like time.

I came three times in the adjacent two hours ; Rachel came once. My first time was in her sass. Then I went down on her and ate her and sucked her clit until I was skillful and hard again. I mounted her and stuck my cock into her sloppy cunt. I banged her like a tom tom over and over, grunting with each poking, like I was declaring war on her slit. Looking at her disfigure flesh I felt like some crude fucking a savage wench in the jungle. I called her dirty gens, came inside her, kept fucking her, and called her more bemire names, until finally she unloaded like a willow tree diagram blowing in the wind.

After a brief respite our finger's breadth started walking around. Rachel was fondling my addict 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 second finger's breadth in.

"Yeah. piece of tail my ass,"she croaked.

She wiggled to the bedside and took one of the electron tube she'd left field on the end mesa. She squeezed a generous amount of lube into her hand. She fingered her asshole and coated my turncock. I spun her around face-down on the bed.

Hers was no virgin asshole. She opened it wide for me. I put my empurple helmet to her rim and pushed. Soon I was banging her hard from the fanny up. After a couple minute of relentless reaming and listening to Rachel groan and groan, I sent another tank of cum deep into her ass.

I pulled out and learn my semen backflow out of her. There was a string of cum hanging from the headland of my dick.

After a minute 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 bemused look.

"I want you to make on me."

"What ?"

"peeing on me."

I shook my mind and went into the bath and closed the doorway. I peed into the toilet with half a boner.
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That was the last-place time I saw her. I knew it couldn't continue, no thing how safe the blowjobs were. There was no hereafter to it anyway, we both knew that, so what was the point ? It was all just suddenly too practically to assimilate. The thought process of fucking my niece was one thing ; but fucking a world-hardened cocotte who wants to be pissed on and goes out week after calendar week sucking lots of putz is something else altogether. I had no idea how to administer with that.
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I'd seen a lot of crazy affair while fucking on the acid. But I may have realized some things too. The last time I'd been with Rachel, when I was pumping my prick into her over and over and waiting for her to arrive, I was thinking about my Sister. I hadn't been in pinch with Cindy since I'd been back, although I'd been meaning to give her a telephone call. So on Mon night, I called her.

When Cindy answered she was storm to hear me on the former end of the line. Since it had been such a prospicient time, our conversation was hesitant at beginning. But within a few minutes we were talking like old friends, as if hardly any meter had passed.

We talked about our matrimony, our divorces, our job and the family. She told me about all the trouble Rachel had gotten into during her stripling yr, and how she started stripping right after high school. She said Jimmy had gotten remarried and was now divorced for the second time. We compared notes on our love life lifetime and established that there were no pregnant others. We talked for over two hours and throughout the integral claim there was hardly a dead indorsement. I asked her out to dinner.

On Friday evening after work I picked her up at her condo. It was a small two bedroom where she had lived alone for the past four years since Rachel had moved out after graduating from high school.

Cindy looked sensory. She was now in her early forties but could have passed for practically younger. She was still slim down and shapely and if she was trying to await sexy she had accomplished her destination. Her blonde hair was long and wavy and she wore grayish linen pants and a sleeveless black shirt that showed off her hair and toned blazon. As soon as I was through the doorway she hugged me and kissed my cheek. I told her how fab she looked and how not bad it was to see her. After a brief tour of the condo she gathered up her handbag 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 early's eyes a few multiplication. I wondered what she was thinking behind her baby blue peeper. As we were finishing up dinner I asked her if she'd like to stop somewhere for a drink.

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

We went back to her stead and I watched Cindy fix our drinks. Then we sat on her sofa, sipped our drinks 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 months we'd been roommates.

"It was a fault going back with Jimmy, that's for indisputable,"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 time, I may never let gone back for third,"she said with a tired smile.

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

She squeezed my 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 Holy Scripture, Cindy took my helping hand and led me to her chamber. She undressed me and I undressed her, and when our clothes were heaped on the floor we fell into her bed naked, and we made hot, beautiful love.

wellspring, almost naked, I should say. I had to strip off Cindy's neon blasphemous pasties and G-string first.
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