BLUE tabu

My preferred color is blasphemous. It always has been, for as long as I can remember. My eyes are downhearted. Girls I've been attracted to have wild blue yonder centre. My car is downhearted. I wear blue jeans a lot. Blue was always the one color that jumped out at me, more vivid than all the others.

I was a adolescent before I had an eye test and learned that I was the majestic proprietor of a spartan case of red-green colorblindness. When I learned that, everything started to prepare more sense. Blue always stood out to me because it's one of the simply colouring I can really see.

When you have a coloring material deficiency like mine, most people of colour blend and look sort of the Saami. I can't see shades or appreciate color like nigh people. Red-brown-orange-green and variations thereof tend to run together. For example, at a dealings light, the red and yellow look the Saame and the green is a washed-out gray. And if there is a red stop sign of the zodiac in nominal head of a green Tree, forget about it, to my eyes it isn't even there.

I remember when we would recreate baseball game when I was a kid. If a grass-stained Lucille Ball got fouled off into the weeds or the Ellen Price Wood and I went to look for it, I could explore for 20 proceedings and never find it…it blended right in with the foliage…while another kid would saunter over and pick it right up. It would be in front of me and I couldn't see it. I also stepped in a lot of dog hoot that the other kids would see and step around.

Most of my clothes were downcast, especially if I picked them out, because I couldn't match any early colors. I occasionally would get barrels of laughs from my friend with my originative wear combinations. When my sister or parents gave me wearing apparel as a gift, it was usually in matched sets.
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My older sister has always been a very attractive and popular girl. When I was still in grade school I remember a steadily stream of boys calling her on the phone and coming to the theatre to foot her up. Some of my pal liked to come up over to our house hoping to get a glance of her. She was four years older—quite a gap when you're a kid—but as soon as I was old enough to appreciate the face-to-face sex, I could treasure my sister Cindy. I was proud of her. She was hot.

Cindy was the whole computer software. Slim, medium altitude, ample bosom, decent butt, hanker blond hair and bright blue eyes. Her consistence would turn over heads and she knew how to set. She had a couple of tight bluing dungaree shorts that hugged her ass like shrink wrap, and when she'd wear them with a hempen necktie or a subway system top it was operose to look away. She also had a bit of a raging streak.

When Cindy was 19 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 outset. He was uncouth and very rough around the bound. He came from a lower-class, fatherless home, had poor people way and could be rather flip and awless to people without even realizing it. Whatever attracted Cindy to Jimmy is anybody's supposition ; maybe she was just being rebellious. But he'd zoom up to the house on his Harley and Cindy would hop on the back and off they'd go.

Sometimes she'd be back the same night and other times she'd be gone for days. Our parents were not secretive about their feelings about Jimmy, which probably made Cindy more set to see him. I think they were hoping the relationship would run its course and then Cindy would find a decent man to settle down with. But all of that went out the window when Cindy got herself knocked up.

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

There was a hastily-arranged wedding and a half-ass reception, and Cindy and Jimmy were hubby and married woman with a baby on the way. I helped them move into a ratty row family in the city. I was only over there a pair times after that ; it was pretty depressing. It was in a shady neighborhood and the style of furniture and décor was what I would describe as ‘ Early poverty ’.
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I was a senior in high school when their baby was born, a beautiful little female child they named Rachel. Those next few long time I was away at college and didn't see Cindy or Jimmy or my niece hardly at all, just when I was house for Christmas. But my mother kept me updated on their marriage. It was rocky from the start. They would fuss and fight and money was tight. They'd have a runaway and jimmy would tantalise off on his bike and go away for days at a time. My Mom and Cindy sat side-by-side every Sun morning singing in the church service choir so she got the scoop every calendar week. Cindy was trying to retain the marriage together for the sake of Rachel. I think that they really did concern for one another but that jimmy was just too unripened to live up to his responsibility for any length of time.

I went to college on the five class plan. I had changed my major in my sophomore twelvemonth from applied science to computer skill and needed some summer course of instruction and two spear carrier semesters to fine-tune. My parents came to the university for my graduation ceremony and took me out to dinner afterwards to celebrate. I would be starting a new job in three workweek.

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 displace into her new place.

"She's rented a small-scale theater,"my mother told me."It's a three sleeping room, but I'm afraid that affair will be awfully compressed for her financially. She will require to find a roommate."

"Hopefully her deadbeat husband will pay her some money for child support !"my forefather chipped in.
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When I got to my parent's star sign the next day I saw Cindy for the first fourth dimension in almost six months. She wore jeans and a Patrick Victor Martindale White t-shirt and she looked corking. The cobbler's last few times I'd seen her I could sense the tension she was under. But she seemed better now, more than relaxed. She hugged me when I came in the door and kissed my cheek. I put my arms around her and hugged her for the first time in a foresightful time. Rachel was a jolly little angel. blonde and amobarbital sodium like her mummy, with a big smile.

At dinner the dark before with my parents the suggestion had come up that perhaps I could lease a room from Cindy in her new house for a spell to help her out financially. That sounded beneficial to me. I'd be starting a new job soon and would accept to get a new stead anyway. I certainly wasn't going to inhabit at home base. And it would throw me an opportunity to help oneself out my Sister and get to bang my niece a little break. So the plan was that I would subscribe to Cindy and Rachel out for pizza and broach the case at that time.

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

Rachel was ecstatically in favor of the approximation. Cindy looked at her watch. It was a slight early for dinner but what the hell ?

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

"Sure, why not ! My dainty. This big first-grader looking at hungry and I could eat a small horse !"I said, patting Rachel's straits."And you're looking kind of thin out, Cindy,"I added, pinching her reduce waist."Might motive to flesh out you up a petty. Besides, we have a lot of catching up to do !"

I drove the three of us to a local pizza front room about a mi from the menage. Cindy and I ordered a large pizza pie, 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 life-time. She was careful not to mention jemmy or the separation ; we could babble out 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 call for to find a blank space. I can't unrecorded 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 other out. And if it doesn't employment, 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 note that you might be looking to take out the surplus room, that's all,"I said."And I need to find a topographic point anyway."

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

Rachel nodded enthusiastically with her rima oris full of pepperoni.

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

"okeh, in force, that's a load off my mind."

"Mine too, plus now I have some unloose labor to aid 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 public convenience. Her ass looked fine inside her tight jeans and her thin jersey was tucked in snugly showing off her firm breast. My new roomie may have been my sister, but I had to admit she looked pretty damn hot.
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A mates week later we moved in. I asked my old friend Leon to help. Leon is a six understructure six, very physical black dandy and we had both played on our high shoal basketball game squad together. He had a hand truck, which we needed, plus I thought he might get along in handy if jimmy decided to give Cindy any shit when we went to find fault up her hooey at his row sign of the zodiac. But we were lucky. jimmy wasn't even there, he must birth been out cruising somewhere. Cindy let us in with her key, and we loaded her stuff onto the truck and drove off. We had to name a couple runs from our parents'house too, moving article of clothing, piece of furniture, beds and cartonful full of numerous odds and ends.

It was dinnertime by the metre we were all moved in and everything was in its place. It was a Friday and Leon didn't have architectural plan for the evening so we invited him to stay put for dinner and knack out for a patch. 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. When I got back Cindy and Leon were unloading box seat of kitchen token and storing them in the locker. Leon and I hit the beers immediately and Cindy drank wine, and over the next couple of time of day we all got half-lit. Then we ate the intellectual nourishment 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 drinks, so we started fading pretty soon after that. starting time Cindy said she was turning in and left to go get ready for bed. Leon was in no soma to drive so I fetched him a pillow and some blanket so he could crash on the lounge. Then I went to bed, which was a bare mattress on the story. I'd decided I would put the bottom 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 drink of water. I heard noises coming from inside the passkey bedroom at the end of the hall. I looked in the living elbow room and the lounge was empty. I stood outside the shut bedroom door and pick up a low chorus of moans and groan and a steadily, wet smacking from inside. I listened for a little patch and there was no mistaking Leon's guttural grunts and Cindy's murmuring responses 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 overnice of Leon to assist us locomote, but where does he get off thinking he could get it on 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 control stick in and out of my babe. Cindy was vulnerable, disjointed from her husband, just moving into a new home with her piddling girl, 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 confrontation with him. I took a shower and some aspirin and then started rummaging through the kitchen for burnt umber, of which there was none. I drove to a restroom store and bought two large coffee berry and some breakfast cooky. When I got back to the family Cindy was standing against the kitchen counter in her robe. Her hair was wet from the shower.

"I got us some java and cookie,"I said, as I put them on the table.

"Thanks, Hugh. I can use some coffee and cooky. I'm hungry after what turned out to be a moderately godforsaken nighttime. I'm not used to drinking a whole bottle of wine !"

"Yeah, it looks like it was a raving mad 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 ?"

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

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

Cindy crossed her subdivision and glared at me."Oh, come on, I can't believe you. What nerve you have. And for your info, 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 petty too much to salute. And because I have needs. And because I was horny. Anything else ? Jesus of Nazareth Christ, Hugh, why are you so tip over ? You sound like you're jealous."

"Oh, fuck it,"I said, and left the sign. 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 activities until I felt it was safe to go back to the house with my rear between my legs.
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I stopped to pick up some sandwiches on the way household. When I entered the menage I noticed that Cindy had decorated and arranged the furniture and it really looked like a home. I took the sandwiches into the kitchen to put them in the refrigerator. Cindy had stocked the kitchen with basic and there was a pot of soup on the cooking stove. I felt like a heel because she'd worked hard all day while I was out sulking.

Cindy's bedroom doorway was slightly ajar so I lightly knocked and looked in. She was wearing a thin, white silky gown and was reclined on her bed with her spinal column against a pile of pillows, reading a Scripture. The TV was not hooked up yet. There was a scented standard candle burning on the nightstand. Cindy looked up at me but didn't say anything.

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

"Sure,"she said and closed the book.

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

"The menage looks great,"I said."You did a good job. It looks like you did a lot of employment today."

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

"looking Cindy, I'm sorry. I don't want to fight. I was so wrong, completely out of melody. 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 drunk and horny. It had been a while."

"Well, I hope it was Charles Frederick Worth it,"I said.

"I just needed to get off."

I slid closing and hugged her. She put her weaponry 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,"testament you stay and hold me for a piddling while ?"

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

We lay there for a while in silence, our physical structure touching from top to bottom. My impertinence was flush with the top of her pass. I could reek the odour of strawberry shampoo in her whisker and could feel the gentle swaying of her speed torso as she inhaled and exhaled. Every so often she would suspire and change her stead ever-so-slightly, and would cuddle unaired. After respective of these subtle movements her left bosom was resting in the palm of my left helping hand, and her fingers were splayed on my venter and would originate and fall with my breath.

I didn't want to move my hand, but it took all of my will superpower to throttle it from trying to cop a more comprehensive feel. Her tit felt firm and smooth through the slenderize framework but I dared not proceed to the period of doing something I'd regret. This was my sister, as well as my new roommate, and I didn't want to have it away thing up.

But of course, after a few more discerning mo, I couldn't resist. I shifted my body and darn, wouldn't you know it, my left hand shifted too and my whole hand then surrounded and cushioned her brilliant knocker. I gently massaged it and Cindy let out a peek of a moan and thrusted her tit deeper into my manus. I felt her nipple stiffen in my clutch and her finger began to wander over my abdomen.

I kissed the top of her mind and lightly caressed her arm with my other paw. We went on like this for many mo : My mitt kneading her longing white meat, my right hand stroking her arm and brushing her bosom, and the casual kiss on her head. I became bolder and ran my deal along her thigh just inches from what I imagined was one sweetness pussy.

Then, unexpectedly Cindy let out a loud, breathy sigh, lifted and turned her heading and placed her backtalk 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 orbit of my mouth and I sucked her into me. It was the farsighted free burning kissing seance I had ever experienced, and it went on and on and on. My pecker felt like a lead pipe between my legs. I slipped my hand under the bottomland of her robe and clutched her raw ass.

As we continued our endurance contest kiss, our knife never stopped dancing as I moved more onto my face and Cindy more onto her back. I loosened the sash and opened her robe, her slim, aphrodisiacal dead body naked underneath. My quarter round and forefinger tinkered with her rigid nipple before I slid my bridge player down across her flat belly to her sultry twat and slipped two fingers into her. Her hand found my groin and she rubbed my bloated bone.

After a number of strokes through the fabric of my underdrawers, her fingers started fumbling with the snap and zipper. She opened my pants and took my hot, swollen rod into her script. She stroked me up and down while we put the finish touches on our lip-lock.

When our lips finally parted Cindy smiled and planted a last, niminy-piminy kiss on the tip of my nose, like a cerise on top of a delicious dessert. Then she moved down, shoved my boxers to my knee, and wrapped her brim around my anxious cock. I moaned with joy and raised my groin to her aspect. I took off my shirt and tossed it aside.

She fondled my ripen walnuts as she sucked me, taking more and more cock into her oral fissure with each bob of her question. I fingered her fuzz and massaged her scalp and I watched with wonder as my swelled scape slid in and out of her mouth.

Cindy was into it, she seemed to really like giving head. And she was dependable at it, I'll give her that. Up and down, she lipped and tongued my dick from the tip to its bag. She gagged slightly when my full-of-the-moon distance reached up into her throat, but that didn't slack her pile. She rotated my clump in her fingers and squeezed my ass hard with her other hand, roiling my spermatozoon and coaxing it upward.

I gently swung my bully meat into her, fucking her pretty grimace, eager to take my thick John Barleycorn deep into her beckoning mouth.

She sensed when I was nearing my ejaculation. She half-moaned, half-hummed as she sucked me harder and faster and she scrunched my stony balls and hind end in her nimble paw. I screeched and held her brain in my hired man when I came, shaking violently as her sass remained plastered around my hammer and absorbed spurt after spurt of my stored-up cum. Once my quivers were quelled her brain 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 spinal column and sucked her sass and we launched into another extended muscly kiss. I took my time kissing her cervix and shoulders, licking her segmentation and armpits and sucking on her nipple. Her teat looked like enlarged, hardened Hershey osculation, begging me to eat them, and I latched onto them with my hungry sassing decent quick. Cindy oohed and aahed as I suckled and nibbled and chewed on her swelled vesicles and she dug her fingertips pointedly into my neck and upper back.

There was no longer a thought in my mind that this was my sister. I'd just had the most intense blowjob no matter who it was. And I was determined to return the favor.

After an extended period of sucking on her turgid titty, my mouth went south. I slowly kissed every square inch of her stomach, her trunk squirming with delight, and licked her umbilicus clean. I ran my tongue around her neatly-trimmed, V-shaped President Bush, pointing like an pointer to her open cunt. I lowered my face to her crotch and she barked like a sealing wax when my knife split her slit and entered her. My lingua stayed in her for some time.

Her hands were on my principal pulling it into her and she ground her knoll into my face. I clenched her ass with both helping hand and pulled her snatch compressed. I surrounded her clit with my mouth and my tongue kept diving. She gripped her legs snugly around my neck, melding us into one fleshy mass. She'd been a gymnast in high school and she obviously had not lost her agility. I ate her pussy like it was the last one on Earth.

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

She screamed like a peeved puma and sprayed me like she was marking her spot. Her hands stayed clamped to my head and she continued to mash her puss into my boldness as I sucked her. With her bombastic clit firmly in my back talk, it felt like I was sucking on a apricot pit and Cindy's rhythmic grunt told me she liked it. She kept grinding on my flooded face even after she'd emptied her bucketful. But my tool had again risen to stiff care and I could feel my blood boiling against its thin skin.

Gradually her throe slowed. I detached my lip from her button and kissed it. I licked her cum from her lips and thighs. I rose to my knee and she saw my engorged, glistening hammer pointing at the ceiling. I looked in her eye for a here and now. She licked her lips and nodded.

I leaned forward and atop her. The point of my shaft touched her slippery gash. I kissed her and instantly in a synchronized flash her clapper sprung into my mouth and her hands grabbed my pecker and fed it into her. Her hand gripped my buttocks like a bench vise so I squirted my hands under her and did the same. I started fucking her and then her inguen got back into the swing and she was fucking me back, and soon we had a impregnable, regular throb going on. Next I felt her fingertips in the cracking of my ass, spreading me, and this made me fuck her harder, so she fucked me harder, and I fucked her harder still, and she stayed right field with me. I was fucking her like I was trying to tap her bed out.

After a few minutes I slowed down and fucked her nice and comfortable for a patch, pacing myself, wanting it to conclusion and delay my firing. But then our speed picked up again, as did our ventilation, as did our groan 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 pass on the headboard. I came like a suddenly-unkinked hose ; I could feel the intense upsurge 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 sail through dug into my back and she had another shivering climax and her cum merge with mine. I felt her warm, fluid discharge environs my cock and seep 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 hanker time.
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We were lying arms-in-arms, basking in our love igniter and pleasantly pooped, when I realized that not a discussion had been spoken between us since Cindy had first asked me to hold her. It was as if once my arm was around her everything that came after was robotic and the most natural thing in the creation.

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

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

"I never would induce imagined that the best nookie I ever had in my life would be my sister."

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

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

Cindy looked up at me with glazed eyes and said,"fountainhead, you're a pretty trade good nookie yourself, little brother."

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

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

Cindy smacked me on the keister."No more about that ! That's unfortunate person ancient account. 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 ; sib with benefits."
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Cindy wrapped her robe 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 bedroom, got defenseless and fucked again. Cindy rode me this time, her slick pussycat slithering up and down and all around my turncock, and I aided her lift with my hand. She came first this prison term ; she moaned and her body shook and she poured her hot buttered cum all over me. Then, she did a flawless dismount, took my prickly pecker into her sass and sucked me off. I came in thirty minute and scored it a stark ten.

We slept nude with our bodies blended, getting used to each other. In the early on dawn I woke and heard her fumbling around in a actor's assistant drawer. She had her back to me and in the dusky luminance I saw her script come behind her to her ass. She was rubbing her hands together when she turned and came back to bed.

"commodity sunup,"I said, as she crawled in beside me.

"Oh, good cockcrow, I didn't know if you were waken,"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 minute of arc or two until my cock had risen to its utmost morn glorification. She rubbed my peter up and down several multiplication with greasy hands, then used it as a handle to attract 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 different, tighter, my cock clamped with a business firm cushioned clash surrounding its cinch. It took me a moment to gain that Cindy had put my pecker into her ass.

I started drilling that asshole pretty good. My cock slid in and out and I could feel the drag of the cave of her ass on the reduce skin of my hammer. I held her shoulders in my deal and pumped quicker, her ass expanding and fitting to my cock like a mitt one size of it too minor. I could feel the walls of her ass scrunch down on my nitty-gritty. Cindy put her hand between her legs 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 eyes never left mine as I reamed her ; the bed was rocking and her fingers flew like lightning over her exposit sweet spot. My judgement possessed only one dogmatic sentiment : shag that ass. The forefront of my tool had tunnel visual modality as, minute after lecherous bit, it glided in and out of Cindy's buttery hole.

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

She wheezed and groaned and I felt her heated leak gook onto my cock and thighs as I moved. I kept right on rutting, so near but so far.

Once her spasms diminished, Cindy gripped my thighs with her ugly workforce. She wanted to ram a finger up my ass but she couldn't quite reach. But just the thought of her retentive sexy finger jolting my asshole was all it took, and I soon felt my cum rising to culminate. It was now my bend 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 walls of her inner ass. I felt it caving in around my dick, touch after soupcon, 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.

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

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

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 imagine 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 bathroom I watched her get dressed.

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

"Of course, I understand,"I said.

"What happened is between us."

"I know."

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

"Really ? What would you wish to do ?"

She came over and sat on the bed beside me."Oh, just more of the Lapp is fine with me,"she said, grinning. She kissed me and our lingua 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 Dominicus, or picking her up on Fri and bringing her vertebral column Saturday. So I'll have either a Friday or Saturday night unfreeze each weekend ; next week it's Saturday."

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

"good,"she said."I may have to get an ass chew though. You know, to stay fresh it ready for you. Bye."

She kissed my sassing and was off.
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The keep an eye on calendar week we were corresponding two ships continually passing in the night. Cindy worked 24-hour interval and was a doting mother at night. I made myself scarcely most of the metre. I think we were both anxiously awaiting Saturday night. I know I was.

On Wednesday I bought her a butt hype, wrapped it and left it on top of her dresser. The next dawning before she left for work she stuck her drumhead into my bedchamber 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 Sabbatum afternoon I was out when Jimmy picked up Rachel. When I got home around five o'clock Cindy was standing at the kitchen riposte chopping vegetables. She turned to face me and came into my weapons system and we kissed like it had been six month instead of six days.

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

She was barefoot and was wearing a jean dress with a recollective slide fastener in the movement from the neck opening all the way down to the hem just above her knees. I pulled the zip fastener all the way down and opened the clothes wide. I put my arms around her naked cutis and kissed her again.

When we were done with our candy kiss I was already knockout. I looked at her beautiful consistency and grinned. All she wore under that apparel were two pasties on her teat and the bare G-string I'd ever seen. It was skintight, barely covering her split lips and her cameltoe was inviting me. And all three composition were gleaming, neon blue.

"Wow !"I said.

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

"Fat opportunity of that."

I knelt before her, pulled her promising blue postage stamp aside and dive right in. I ate that toothsome puss right then and there with Cindy leaning with her back against the sideboard. She put one foundation on my shoulder, opening herself, giving me total access, and guided my straits with her hands. My sassing and tongue worked together doing everything they could to stimulate her hot release. I reached behind her and held her ass in my workforce. I found the butt plug, snugly in place, and I twisted and grinded it into her, and did the same with my face and her cunt.

She came right there in the kitchen, with her clothes candid all-encompassing and my school principal in her crotch. Her spray was profuse and it ran over my brass and into my rima oris and onto the storey. We didn't even wipe it up—we left the pool for later. We made our way to her bed and fucked and sucked all night. And on Sunday morning she again had to wash away my cum out of her ass before she left for church.

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

Over the late span of month jimmy had been contacting Cindy More and coming on pretty solid, urging her to get back together with him. He loved her, he said. He loved Rachel, it would be best for her to stimulate a Dad around. He had changed and would give thing right. Cindy at first was torn, but the guilt feelings trip jimmy laid on her worked. She gradually weakened and agreed.

Our finale dark together was a Friday. It was dandy as always, and even Thomas 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 country for my job. I had gone to a normal in California and met a fille named Josie and we hit it off really well. We kept in touch and it seemed like a relationship with a time to come so I ended up moving out there. It seemed like a unspoiled approximation ; it was a better job, ripe pay, plus it got me away from Cindy and any temptations that I would take certainly had.

I married Josie. Our union was honorable than Cindy's, at least for a few years. We made it work for a while but it eventually turned to take a crap. Josie was a unspoilt person but we were a mismatch ; wrong person, right metre, I guess. And the sex was everyday, but then after Cindy, who knows, maybe anyone would bear come up short. Somehow we made it almost ten years, but the go three or four were not fun. Fortunately we had no nipper so we only had to split our assets and incite on. After the divorce I figured I would move back east, but with promotions and stabilise salary increment I stayed put another four and a half years. My life during those days essentially consisted of two matter : working and trying debar getting involved with women.

I stayed in touch with my kinfolk of course ; my mother kept me in the loop-the-loop. Cindy and Jimmy had separated and reconciled three dissimilar times before splitting up one last fourth dimension and divorcing. Rachel had grown into a rampantly nipper, into drugs, rebellious and unruly and doing her own thing. She moved out of the house on the day she graduated high school and the phratry only saw her around the holiday.

I learned that my old supporter Mel would be getting married in a few month. I had been thinking about moving back, and when I heard about his wedding, it became a no-brainer. The meter was right. So, I applied for some business, went on some interviews, and the timing worked out. I moved back and started my new location three week before the marriage ceremony.
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The unmarried man party was a week before the marriage ceremony. Mel's best man was a guy we'd gone to school with. His nickname was Rocket, so that might tell you something about him. roquette was the kind of guy who was always first into the pool, afraid of nothing, spared no expense and never let a clam bill burn a mess in his pocket. We all knew that if Rocket was in kick of the bachelor party, it was going to be a doozy.

He didn't let us down. Rocket was divorced but he'd managed to proceed the family, a big one out in the burbs, with a large keen room on the ground floor. There was music playing, subdued firing, comfortable furniture and a loaded bar. There were a twelve guy wire altogether and all showed up within a few minutes of the specified time. Drinks started flowing and Rocket filled us in on what to expect.

"O.K., guys,"he said,"Listen up, this is very important. I got a pair young woman coming over in about an hour. They're gon na give us all a lilliputian show and then they're gon na leave Mel a fiddling display of his own, and then maybe even the balance of us if we're lucky. BUT : You can't touch ‘ em. They can touch us but we can't touch them. So you all got ta promise to behave yourselves, all right ? And being drunk is no excuse because we'll all be drunk and we'd make lousy attestor. Everybody got it ?"

We all nodded and agreed and continued to run through several alcoholic beverages. The doorbell rang at the appointed time and Rocket ushered in two fine-looking young women. They both wore flannel lab coat and four-inch heels. One was black, kind of tall with a thin grimace, long black wavy hair, and she carried a black leather doctor's bag. The former chick was Andrew Dickson White, a duet in shorter with a cute face, gold earrings and shoulder-length blue whisker. I liked her already.

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

The black fille handed a CD to Eruca vesicaria sativa and he put it in the role player and turned to us.

"You fix, 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 berth, and put the doctor's bag off to the side.

The music was a pulsating blue funk with an crude feel, a swampy laid-back vallecula that the young lady were instantly moving to, and they both had good motility. They danced around each former for a moment or two, running their men over their eubstance through the ovalbumin fabric of their coats. The guys whooped when they embraced and had a long, extended kiss, and they clutched each other's asses under the spinal column of their coats. As they kissed and shook their can to the beat, Blue hair started unbuttoning Diospyros ebenum's smock. The boys hollered again when it came off and was tossed aside. She was gorgeous, foresightful and lean with placid, dark hot chocolate skin and gymnastic abs. She wore a skimpy smuggled bikini top and a skimpier lightlessness thong that matched the color of her skin, and if I hadn't been so close I would give birth sworn she was already naked.

Then Ebony returned the favor and unbutton Blue. When her coating came off there was a balmy pant of surprise. She had a killer eubstance too, and a gamey bra and panties to play off her hair. But what caused the surprise was on her organic structure itself : She was completely covered with infinite tattoos from her shoulders to her toes. She was a man inkpad ; It was hard to recognize a satisfying inch of naked flesh. There were all variety of images big and small, blanketing her shoulders, her weapon, her back, her breadbasket, her ass, wooden leg, ankle, infantry. flora, beast, serpent and spider and lizard and cactus and run-in and arrows and mountains and raspberry and God knows what else, you'd need half a day to see it all, her torso was like a travelogue of the grotesque. Her navel was the center of some blossom and from her belly release dangled a atomic number 79 Sir Ernst Boris Chain. And almost of the ink was darker, and much of it puritanic, at least to my eyes. They started going at it.

soot black was suddenly behind Amytal, kissing her neck, and peeled off the amobarbital sodium bra. And tinker's damn if those big firm tits weren't smothered with tattoos as well, and her thrust teat displayed shiny gold basketball hoop. After they faced each other again and kissed, Ebony started sucking Amytal's tits.

As Ebony sucked on those pierced, adorned nipples, blue sky reached behind her, unhooked her bra and tossed it on the love seat. Ebony then slipped her retentive black finger's breadth inside the back of the gamy step-in and wiggled them down, revealing Blue's slit, its brim also pierced and decorated with hardware. Ebony pushed those puny panty all the way down to the floor and her school principal wasn't far behind. She was quickly on her genu eating E. B. White pussy.

Then they did a petty switcheroo and Blue started doing Ebony, and for the next few minutes went to town on some black slit and boob. The boys were enjoying the show and yelling encouragement to them, often with lewd and detestable suggestions for their act.

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

Most of the hombre probably already had full-blast erection by this time, but if they didn't, what came side by side would suffer certainly done the trick. As their coordinated bodies bent grass to the beat, those girl ran that dildo between their legs, into their puss and in and out of their mouths. coal black then wrapped her lips around one head of that pliant prick and took it in an inch at a time. I watched her jaws and neck muscularity working in concert as bit by bit she took it into her pharynx. The boys went nuts when she had deep-throated almost all of it and only the other dickhead was left exposed.

Blue got back into the act. She put her backtalk around that exposed head word so she was kissing Ebony's back talk. Then we watched as their lip and oral fissure and pharynx worked in unison and their four hands groped their flesh. Their heads and organic structure writhed together for another pair hour and when their sass at last parted the dildo was completely embedded in Blue's mouth and pharynx with only the other SOB sticking out of her mouth. The whole crew erupted in applause and screech of joy when blue devil pulled that long rod out of her oral fissure slowly, inch by inch. She held it up, and it looked monolithic in her womanly hand. The girls took a bow and then switched their focus to Mel.

The party was in full, erotic swing music. Mel got two salt-and-pepper, buck-naked lap dances, and then Diospyros ebenum and blueness took turns blowing him. He was sucking on a black tit and blue air was doing the hand jive with his nib when his cum flew out into the air, rope after rope.

The young lady then starting flirting and mixing with the guy rope and pretty soon more and more dicks were coming out, and soon the girls were on their stifle sucking them. I was hoping to kick in pitch black a taste of mine, and she was working my side of the room.

But the more I looked at blue sky, the More I wanted to depend at her. She was almost appalling to face at but it was hard to read my center off of her. She had a great body but it was unmanageable to value it…I couldn't understand why she would desire to overcompensate it with all those tattoos. I was sure enough she'd sorrow it someday. And her piercings were also over-the-top. She had jewelry decorating her pinna, nose, nipples, belly button and cunt.

soot black finally got to me and started rubbing my dick, and then she took it out and went down. But even as I was enjoying her experienced oral fissure around my soon-to-be-emptied custard rocket launcher, I was still watching Blue. She was just a few feet away sucking one guy and jerking off another. She looked incredible, naive like some animal or native in the jungle, almost detestable. But I couldn't look away ; she drew my eyes like a magnet.

After about an hr and they had satisfied everyone, Blue and soot black put on their lab coats, and stuffed their dress, hound, dildo and teeming tip jar into the physician's bag. I was watching Blue as she was wrapping the coat around her blighted body when she glanced at me. She caught my eye but quickly looked away. Both girls'eyes were heavily made-up with big fake lashes and eye phantom so I couldn't learn anything into it from across the room.

After they left the party went unattackable for another hour or so, then quickly petered out. I drove home to my new townhouse, took some St. Joseph and went to bed. But I couldn't get the image of Amytal out of my head.

When I had briefly caught blue's eye I thought I had seen a glint of the starting time of a smile for an instant before she looked away, but I couldn't be sure as shooting. There was an atom of identification in there somewhere but I couldn't for the life of me place it. It nagged at me for years and narrowly eluded me like an evasive word on the tip of your tongue. Then one Night I was lying in bed reliving it for the umteenth meter, and it hit me. Amytal was my niece.
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I hadn't seen Rachel for eld. From what I'd been told, several years back she'd left home correctly out of high school, did her own thing, and had made herself scarce ever since. But I was now for certain it was her, something about her eye and her almost-smile had triggered a years-old subtle recollection.

I got garden rocket's phone number from Mel and called him. I asked him about the female child from the bachelor party.

"They used to be stripteaser down at the Hoochie Coochie Club,"he said."The black chick goes by Crystal Ballz, with a Z on the end. And the blue hair's-breadth is Dixie Coxxx, with three x's. I have no idea what their real names are."

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

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

"Yep, for sure was."

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

"No, but I know soul who might."

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

I knew the place. I thanked him and we ended the birdcall. I looked up the phone number and called it. I didn't know which name Rachel would be using so I tried to make for dumb, as if someone had referred me but I'd forgotten the little 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 session for Fri afternoon.
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I walked into the beauty parlour Friday at four p.m. Even though I had no idea 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 work week, if zero else. I checked in with the receptionist and she had me fill out some forms and then showed me to a elbow room. She pointed to a partition and told me to loot to my shorts and lay face-down on the board and Rachel would be with me shortly.

I glanced at the door when Rachel entered. Her hair wasn't bluing, it was her natural blond, in twist. She wore scrubs and no makeup, her blueness heart sparkling. I couldn't service but look through her clothes and think her inked hide and pierced nipples and snatch lips underneath. This was my niece, I kept telling myself, I must be crazy ; but here I was.

She didn't say anything at initiative. She washed and dried her men at the cesspool and then fiddled with some bottle of oil. She came to the mesa and poured the warm liquid onto my back.

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

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

"I'm mulct. retentive time 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 fingers into the al-Qa'ida of my scalp.

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

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

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

"A duet days later,"I said."You looked familiar but with the blue fuzz and the eye makeup and the miserable firing, plus it had been so long since I'd seen you, it totally eluded me. You've grown into quite an attractive young woman."Her hands dug into my articulatio humeri and speed back with extra dynamism 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 sin of a display you two young woman put on."

"I'm glad you liked it."

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

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

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

"It depends,"she said."virtually weekends we do one or two, sometimes three. Freddy, the barkeeper at the Hoochie Coochie cabaret books us. We used to work there as terpsichorean but we got ghastly of the hours and the way we were treated and having to work the bunch of drunks afterwards. Private parties are much easy and safer. We work a couplet hours and make a lot of money."

I was savoring the pressure of her strong fingers rubbing my hindquarters and the cover of my second joint. Then she poured Thomas More oil on my calf and ankle and feet.

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

Rachel laughed and pummeled my calves.

"Okay, flip over,"Rachel said.

I did as I was told. She ran her thumbs 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 spill some sense into me ? Or to secern me how to live my spirit ?"

"Oh no, null like that. I could enjoin at the bachelor-at-arms party, you're all grown up ; your lifespan is your own. At for the first time I was attracted to the black girl, 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 blockade you, or build 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."Sounds pretty sick, doesn't it ? I guess when I'm sucking a lot of strange cocks there is some base hit and reassurance in sucking soul I know."

I listened to Rachel's incredulous speech. My cock did too. It had grown in my short 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 OK with you ?"

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

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

It was a rhetorical doubt. I lifted my fag and she grabbed the elastic waist of my pugilist and pulled them off. She poured oil into her hands and gently pumped my vertical peter 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 turncock,"she whispered, and took it into her mouth.

She maneuvered her oral fissure up and down over my shaft and every single fortuity of her bobbing head felt like a mini-orgasm. I then realized that Rachel had an additional piercing I had been unaware of until that moment : her lingua. She had some form of magical macho-man protruding from the top of her tongue and every single fourth dimension it dragged along the length of my peter it felt like my cum was rising up through its shaft. I came like Krakatao with my own hot lava fighting to get out of the volcanic crater on the head of my cock. When my interjection was finally over Rachel let my cum drip slowly from her back talk over my belly and bureau and she rubbed in it, and finished my massage. Then she kissed my lips and slipped her tricky tongue into my oral fissure and I tasted semen and mint. She washed her hands at the sink.

"Damn, 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 come in here without raising misgiving ?'I thought to myself as I was getting dressed. I felt slap-up. That young ma'am is not only one sin of a masseuse, but she gives one hell of a BJ too. On the way out I set an appointment for the next Friday.
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Over the pursue days I constantly thought of Rachel. I was anxious for Friday to descend, not just for the massage and the fortune of another blowjob, but to see Rachel. I thought about the defaced dead body underneath those scrubs, the piercings, the grotesquery of it. I wanted to see that trunk again, naked. I wanted to contact it, to experience it, to savor it.

I knew it was unseasonable, she was my niece for Deliverer's interest, but since I used to screw my babe all those days ago, it didn't seem so shameful to me. All I could conceive about was Rachel and the stud 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 recall my dreams very often, and when I do they are usually colourless, like an old melanise and white flick. But my ambition about Rachel was full phase of the moon of colouration ; blue, of course.

We were naked in bed. Her hair was down, her eyes were low, her physical structure was covered with gamey tattoos, and her legion loops and chains dangling from her various eubstance parts sparkled in contrast. We were kissing and my hands were active all over her colourise pulp, and my tool was long and hard. Then I was on top of her and she spread her pussy for me, inviting me in, and the interior of her pussy was a hopeful, liquid state blue devil. But when I tried to embark her my cock turned into a snake and started squiggling around and darting back and Forth River, and as hard as I tried to put its head word into her blue lagune, it evaded me, and I would leave out her open cut by an column inch or two. She let go of her pussy mouth and they closed and the gold wicket fastened to them turned into a prison gate, locking her cunt, and my snake head kept banging on the logic gate, locked out and ineffective to inscribe. I awoke in a travail with my load and swollen rod aching. I jerked off hoping it would relieve the pressure sensation and aid me get back to sleep.
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I showed up to the salon the next Fri more relaxed than the week before, but still a niggling nervous with expectancy. Rachel gave a big 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 help keep back her two lives ramify. I asked about the tattoos and how she had come to learn 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 discontinue. ‘ Do you like them ?'she asked. I told her that after the initial shock I found it punishing to look away.

I was hard as granite when I flipped over and Rachel didn't waste any sentence. She took off my shorts and stroked me and sucked me, and dragged her clapper 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 mitt between her peg and feel her hot twat, 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 rima oris clamped around my meat until my organic structure stopped vibrating. She swallowed what must get been a hefty mouthful of cum, and then she kissed me and I held her as our tongues did a slippery dance, a much longer kiss than the workweek before.

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

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

"phone like a neat mind,"I said. I didn't know what she meant by ‘ or something ’, but I liked the speech sound of it.
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Rachel was in the third house 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 kiss on my lips and told me to strip down. I went behind the partition and disrobed.

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

So I did. She watched me with a flirtatious smile as I walked naked the few feet to the massage table with half a hard-on. I lay face-down on the table and Rachel started doing her thing. I was totally relaxed, the tension of the oeuvre week 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 warm fluid ooze into the cracking of my ass. She spread my bottom apart with her fingers and I felt it drip inside. She deep-rubbed my tush muscles for a minute of arc. Then I hissed when I felt her finger dip into my asshole.

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

Her fingerbreadth glided easily in and out of my ass a number of times and my mother fucker was hard against the slender matt of the table. I stayed that way over the ensuing moment as she massaged my legs. When I rolled over my dick stood up at total mast.

Rachel pretended not to detect. She oiled my legs and massaged them from the bottom up. When she was working my high thighs her digit came within a centimetre of my cock and chunk, but she didn't touch them. I was gripping the bound of the table tightly with bare knuckle, hoping that she would snaffle it and start going to town, but she did not. She just moved on to my speed body.

We hadn't said anything for a patch. 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 time. Then I squawked when her fist tightened around my englut balls. Rachel was standing even with my chest of drawers, her eyes were blue 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 dilate dick. It quickly disappeared into her and then her lips were kissing the top of my testicle. She still had one deal on my scrotum and the early was clamped on my ass.

She gagged a couple times but she didn't come up for air right away, she kept me in her mouth and throat and worked my ass and Lucille Ball. When she did hail up she sucked on my balls and licked my spear, dragging her pseudo-orgasmic tongue stud along my thin, taut skin, and then sucked the headland of my dick like a syphon. Then with what seemed same no effort she enveloped me with her mouth and once again the head of my hammer was in the back of her throat.

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

Within Rachel's energetic fingers my poke was about to explode and beam its lading skyward. I tried to muffle my groan with my upper arm, but it was loud enough to point to her that I was about to follow. She whipped her mouth off of me, her teeth in short pinching the tip. Instantly she squeezed the beam of light of my hammer in her manus 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 floor to tip. She did this over and over, simulating my orgasm, but not allowing my cum to get out. When she finally did, I was like a bottle rocket blasting off, my sperm launching out of me into the air, onto Rachel's hand, and her face, and my body.

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

I pulled her to me, put my arms around her and kissed her, my spit diving trench for the place where my dick had been. It was a farsighted 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 escort one of the bartenders at Harold's ; it didn't end too well."

"Really ? What was his epithet ?"

"Sheila,"she said.

"Oh,"I said."Uh, okay, no job, 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 street corner of the bar facing the doorway. I wanted to see her make her entrance.

The bartender had just put my beer on the bar when she walked in. She looked pretty hot, as expected. Her blonde hair was down on her shoulders. She wore skin-tight black jeans, Black person pumps and a soft ointment sweater with the arm rolled up to her cubital joint, exposing her tattooed forearms. She spotted me and smiled and I felt a small tingle in my lumbus as I watched her pass over. She kissed my back talk and took the can to my left.

"Sorry I'm a picayune recently,"she said, and ordered a Methedrine of merlot.

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

She looked and smelled fresh from a shower, emitting a sourish scent. She was braless : I could see the notion of her nipple and gold rings through the reduce fabric of the sweater.

"well, I hope you didn't have to agitate 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 right,"I said. She winked at me and took a sip of her drink.

She seemed a little high. Her pupil were dilated and the baby bluing of her eyes was shoved to the edges.

We talked for a footling patch and ordered another round. We talked about our jobs and I was heedful not to ask too many questions about her double life even though I was curious as hell.

"have you talked to my mom ?"Rachel asked.

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

"Me neither,"she said."You know, when you came in for your inaugural 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 while. 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 lilliputian hum or something."

"Oh, do I ? I guess it's kicking in a slight. 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. I felt eye upon us as we strode to the door ; they were all probably wondering what the netherworld this fashion plate in his later XXX is doing with the hottie in her early twenties.

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

I opened the passenger room access for her and she got in. As soon as I was behind the steering wheel and my doorway was shut she was on me. Her right hand molded around my turncock and her knife jabbed into my mouth. I could smack red wine and felt the scantling scraping my tongue, which instantly sent me back, and my cock hardened as I imagined it tracing the long edge of it.

"take me home,"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 prison term already, Uncle Hugh. I was sure the beginning time I saw you lying ass-up in the massage room."

"okeh,"I said,"Just making sure and please shake off the ‘ Uncle ’. I just wouldn't want to call for advantage."

"I want to train advantage of this !"she said, squeezing my prick again.

It was only a ten minute thrust to my house. We didn't talk for a duo min and then Rachel broke the silence.

"Did you ever fuck on window pane ?"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 cool, 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 dickhead since college."

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

I pulled into my garage a couple minutes later. While Rachel used the bathroom I pulled a can of beer out of the fridge and popped the top. I took a foresightful pull on the beer and wondered what the piece of ass I was doing. The beer was nearly gone when Rachel came out of the bathroom.

"Now give me a tour of your sleeping accommodation,"she said.

We walked up the stairs and into my sleeping room. Rachel opened her purse and put a couple humble metro on the end tabular array. Then she came over to me.

"joystick out your tongue,"she said.

"Rachel, I don't know…"

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

I stuck my glossa out and Rachel put a small piece of blotter newspaper publisher on it. It melted away by the meter she had unbuttoned my shirt. I pulled her sweater over her headway as she unzipped my pants. Now topless, the seductive repulsion of her tarnished physique drew my eyes like flies. It was love/hate. She pushed me back on the bed and I stared at her gold-looped nipples as she pulled off my brake shoe and wind sleeve and pants. She stepped back and I gazed at her slim, inked consistency as it tapered into the top of her snug, pitch blackness jeans. She kicked off her shoe and swiveled her rosehip as she opened her zip mouse click by click. She hooked her thumbs into her pocket, shook her ass and pushed her jean to the floor and stepped out of them. She tore off her skimpy fateful lash and threw it aside. Her beautiful torso, blemished by ink, and her ripe Whitney Moore Young Jr. kitty, weighted by gold, was right in front end of me. I reached out for her and she came into my weapon system and straddled my legs with hers. I felt her pussy hardware wardrobe against my raw cock.

"I wan na sit on your expression !"she barked, and pushed me back on the bed. Her consistence writhed up onto me and her crotch was in my cheek and just that quick I was eating pussy. I could smell out and taste the strong, reinvigorated Casimir Funk of her Whitney Moore Young Jr. snatch along with the metallic seasoner of her jewellery as she grinded into me.

"quid me,"Rachel said."cud on my closed chain. That's it."

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

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

I started feeling a lilliputian nauseous as I licked her salty oyster. I remembered from the old daylight this was the superman starting to take hold and it would overtake. Rachel squirmed and hissed. I sucked hard on her clit like I was trying to swallow it raw.

"Oh, screw !"she shouted, and pushed her shave mound harder into my side, her twat pack pinching my sassing."chomp me. Eat me."

I kept munching and her clitoris felt large in my rima oris. Rachel squealed every time I softly bit into it and I could sense the swell up pressure of it pushing back against my surrounding lips. She started bouncing up and down, increasing the tautness of tooth and goof, and her pussy slobbered into my mouth. ‘ Ugh, Ugh ’, she grunted with each velvety rebound.

My physical structure now felt very long and skinny, like my 175 Sudanese pound had been stretched from six feet to nine. The restlessness was eroding away and each gustation of Rachel had become an ambrosial joy. Every slug, every suck seemed to last, every taste savored over. And I was now painfully mindful of my cock—it felt fat and hard and heavy like a piece of waterlogged lumber.

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

"ass me !"she blurted, and rolled onto her back. She pulled my hand so I was atop her."Put that cock inside me."

I spread her pegleg and knelt between them. I looked at her consistence with regenerate bewilderment, a garish smorgasbord of shapes and lyric and landscape and fauna and plant life. My hallucinations were now coming in fickle waves of more and less intensity. I tried not to be distracted from the task at hand.

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

"talk dirty ? Why ?"I asked.

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

My dick looked to me like it was two human foot long and six inches across-the-board. There was no conceivable way it could fit into the slim twat of Rachel. But just as the tip was about to touch her jewelry-clad puss, her pussy lips spread wide and opened like the mouth of a piranha…the mouth was racy inside, too…and the vulture swallowed up all two pes of me.

I started swinging into her very gently, wondering how this lose weight, immature girl could subscribe to in a two foot cock without splitting apart, and I didn't want to anguish her.

"seed on, Uncle Hugh, you can do comfortably than that,"Rachel said, and she started humping me gruelling and fast."fuck me !"

I obliged and her cunt felt like a creamy delight wrapped around me. Every millimeter of my member soaked up the ecstatic warmth of her toothsome, feathery vagina and every squeeze play of her cunt around it and every jabbing it made into her seemed to finish ten seconds, although at our febrile pace in couldn't have been more than one.

"Talk dirty to me. Call me a slit,"she said.

I asked her why and fucked her harder.

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

"Yeah."

"Say it."

"Say what ?"

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

"OK, you're a loose woman. 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 sleep together you,"I barked.

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

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

"Yes ! I want to come on you."

"well, hurry up you picayune whore."

The lyric felt Weird coming out of my oral cavity but it seemed to turn her on even more. She dug her painted nails into my back and smacked her cunt into me gruelling and abstract my cock with her inside walls.

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

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

"I know that."

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

"Harder !"Rachel said.

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

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

"No, it's not,"she scoffed."last your center and stay fresh fucking me. I want to come !"

So I closed my centre and kept fucking her. But I knew the devilishly 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 proceedings. Each rush rose up through me in extra-slow gesture, and replayed itself over and over and the way was an Echo of my groans and the succulent slapping of groins.

"Keep fucking me !"Rachel yelled.

I did. We kept pounding each other, for minutes which felt like time of day, and then at stopping point, Rachel squealed like a stuck pig and climaxed, releasing a river of cum out of her dingy piranha and all over my evacuate anaconda.
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"I'm not a Joseph Hooker, 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 division 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 surreal visual sensation had subsided. At least until the next wave.

Rachel kissed my lip and it turned into another recollective one. Her oral cavity opened panoptic and while our faces fucked I slipped my finger into her vulture. It didn't bite. Again, it was probably only a second or two, but it seemed to go on and on.

"Thanks for a keen 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 total, that's all. Makes it intense."

She pinched my fingers with her slit and grabbed my peter 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 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 tread, hardly moving, but her knife did not. Each lap, each moving picture, each grazing of her knife was extended and resonated even as the next one began. Then her tongue delved in, filling my ass with its slushy softness and it fucked me with smooth, slow jabs, and it felt like a metrical foot tenacious inside me.

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

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

Her hand worked my turncock as her lingua worked my ass and I groaned into the pillow with each of her acid-enriched movements. My dick felt fat and wide-cut in her fist as she wanked it and in my nut a caldron of cum was heating up.

Her tongue slithered out of my ass. Then she tugged my pecker down and back through my legs and wrapped her mouth around it. I wrenched my body in that steering to minimize the hyperextended variant on my turncock. Her fingers were on my balls and in my ass and she sucked me with a loud, slurpy durability.

Eventually…and again, time lapse was inscrutable…Rachel started her tongue-stud magic, tracing it along the bent-back light beam of my member. Each power slide of that stud up the side of my fragile dick was probably one or two seconds, but each one felt like ten, and it felt so potent I could hardly stand it. After a abruptly eternity Rachel took it into her sass again and sucked with a retribution, and soon I came, one slow-moving stream after another, like a thick shake being sucked up through a narrow 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 morning the world was normal again. The wanderer and Snake again were dormant on Rachel's ink-black skin, and although I was somewhat groggy I was seeing straight. My dick was straight as well, and Rachel noticed.

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

I rolled on top. Her cunt was ready and she put me right field in. Without even so much as a ‘ Good Morning ’, we were fucking. The bed frame screeched as I pounded her. I called her a prostitute and a slut and a cocksucker and soon I shot a few heavy ropes of sperm into her. I must deliver slowed down some as I released because she yelled at me.

"bread and butter fucking me !"she ordered.

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

"Th ?"I asked.

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

"Oh, I see."

"Can I come over Th Night ?"

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

"Right, no back breaker,"she laughed.
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That Thursday would be our net time. I made no more massage appointments. She came over that Thursday Night, 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 youth 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 good it would be, I figured what the netherworld, one more meter for the road wouldn't hurt.

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

I came three times in the next two minute ; Rachel came once. My initiative meter was in her mouth. Then I went down on her and ate her and sucked her button until I was safe and hard again. I mounted her and get my prick into her sloppy twat. I banged her like a tom tom over and over, grunting with each poke, like I was declaring war on her puss. Looking at her disfigure flesh I felt like some primitive fucking a savage wench in the jungle. I called her dirty names, came inside her, kept fucking her, and called her more unclean name calling, until finally she unloaded like a willow tree tree blowing in the wind.

After a brief rest period our fingers started walking around. Rachel was fondling my freak 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 back finger in.

"Yeah. Fuck my ass,"she croaked.

She wiggled to the bedside and took one of the tubes she'd left on the end tabular array. She squeezed a generous amount of lube into her bridge player. She fingered her asshole and coated my cock. I spun her around face-down on the bed.

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

I pulled out and watched my semen backflow out of her. There was a string of cum hanging from the point 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 beat look.

"I want you to piss on me."

"What ?"

"pissing on me."

I shook my head and went into the lav and closed the room access. I peed into the potty with half a boner.
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That was the hold up time I saw her. I knew it couldn't continue, no topic how expert the cock sucking 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 week after week sucking dozens of rooster is something else altogether. I had no idea how to deal with that.
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I'd seen a lot of crazy thing while fucking on the dot. But I may own realized some affair too. The lastly 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 sister. I hadn't been in hint with Cindy since I'd been back, although I'd been meaning to give her a call. So on Monday Night, I called her.

When Cindy answered she was surprise to hear me on the other end of the wrinkle. Since it had been such a tenacious clip, our conversation was hesitant at start. But within a few second we were talking like old friends, as if hardly any clock time had passed.

We talked about our marriage ceremony, our divorces, our occupation and the family. She told me about all the worry Rachel had gotten into during her teen years, and how she started stripping right after high school. She said jemmy had gotten remarried and was now divorced for the second gear time. We compared billet on our love life story and established that there were no significant others. We talked for over two minute and throughout the entire song there was hardly a stagnant instant. I asked her out to dinner.

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

Cindy looked sensational. She was now in her ahead of time forties but could have passed for a lot young. She was still slim and shapely and if she was trying to count aphrodisiac she had accomplished her goal. Her blonde hair was long and rippled and she wore gray-headed linen knickers and a bootless black shirt that showed off her pilus and toned arm. As soon as I was through the door she hugged me and kissed my impertinence. I told her how fabulous she looked and how great it was to see her. After a brief tour of the condo she gathered up her purse and we were off.

We had dinner at a everyday seafood house. Cindy had lobster and I had a combo record. Our conversation again was free-flowing, and we peered into each early's eyes a few times. I wondered what she was thinking behind her babe grim voyeur. As we were finishing up dinner I asked her if she'd like to turn back somewhere for a drink.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She squeezed my paw 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 deal roamed our dead body as we made out, and then without a password, Cindy took my script and led me to her sleeping room. She undressed me and I undressed her, and when our dress were heaped on the flooring we fell into her bed naked, and we made hot, beautiful love.

well, almost bare, I should say. I had to undress off Cindy's neon sorry pasties and G-string first.
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