BLUE taboo

My pet colouration is blue. It always has been, for as long as I can recall. My centre are blue. daughter I've been attracted to receive blue eye. My car is low-spirited. I wear blue jean a lot. blueing was always the one coloration that jumped out at me, more brilliant than all the others.

I was a teen before I had an eye test and learned that I was the majestic owner of a severe shell of red-green colorblindness. When I learned that, everything started to draw to a greater extent sense. Blue always stood out to me because it's one of the only colors I can really see.

When you have a color deficiency like mine, near semblance blend and look sort of the same. I can't see spectre or appreciate color like near citizenry. Red-brown-orange-green and variations thereof tend to run together. For example, at a traffic light, the red and jaundiced look the same and the greenness is a washed-out gray. And if there is a red plosive speech sound signboard in front of a dark-green tree diagram, blank out about it, to my eyes it isn't even there.

I remember when we would bring baseball when I was a kid. If a grass-stained bollock got fouled off into the weeds or the woods and I went to attend for it, I could search for twenty instant and never recover it…it blended right in with the foliage…while another kid would saunter over and pick it right up. It would be in social movement of me and I couldn't see it. I also stepped in a lot of dog shit that the former small fry would see and tread around.

Most of my clothes were downcast, especially if I picked them out, because I couldn't match any former coloration. I occasionally would get barrels of laughs from my friends with my creative clothing 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 lady friend. When I was still in course school I remember a steady stream of boys calling her on the phone and coming to the house to pick her up. Some of my buddies liked to add up over to our business firm 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 treasure the inverse sex, I could prize my sister Cindy. I was proud of her. She was hot.

Cindy was the whole package. Slim, medium height, copious bosom, overnice ass, long blonde hair and bright blue sky centre. Her organic structure would become heads and she knew how to preen. She had a twosome of closely blue denim shortstop that hugged her ass like shrink wrap, and when she'd wear them with a halter or a tube top it was hard to bet away. She also had a bit of a barbarian streak.

When Cindy was nineteen years old she started seeing a biker named jemmy. He was always assuredness with me but our parents didn't care for him right from the starting time. He was uncouth and very rough around the edges. He came from a lower-class, fatherless home plate, had poor manners and could be rather insolent and aweless to people without even realizing it. Whatever attracted Cindy to Jimmy is anybody's guess ; maybe she was just being ill-affected. But he'd soar 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 Same Night and other times she'd be gone for days. Our parents were not close about their feelings about Jimmy, which probably made Cindy more determined to see him. I think they were hoping the family relationship would run its row and then Cindy would incur a right man to settle down with. But all of that went out the window when Cindy got herself knocked up.

In those Clarence Shepard Day Jr., in our family, there was only one choice : They were going to get married. jemmy 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 anathemize warm. Jimmy was going to marry Cindy, that's all there was to it. And that's what happened.

There was a hastily-arranged marriage ceremony and a half-ass reception, and Cindy and Jimmy were husband and wife with a baby on the way. I helped them move into a shabby row house in the city. I was only over there a couple multiplication after that ; it was pretty depressing. It was in a fishy locality and the style of piece of furniture and décor was what I would describe as ‘ Early impoverishment ’.
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I was a older in high school when their infant was born, a beautiful little young woman 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 Christmas. But my female parent kept me updated on their marriage. It was bumpy from the beginning. They would niggle and fight and money was tight. They'd have a walkaway and Jimmy would twit off on his bike and disappear for days at a metre. My Mom and Cindy sat side-by-side every William Ashley Sunday morning telling in the church choir so she got the scoop every week. Cindy was trying to stay fresh the marriage together for the sake of Rachel. I think that they really did care for one another but that jemmy was just too immature to know up to his responsibility for any duration of time.

I went to college on the five year plan. I had changed my John Major in my soph twelvemonth from engineering science to computer science and needed some summer classes and two extra semesters to fine-tune. My parents came to the university for my gradation ceremony and took me out to dinner afterwards to fete. 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 jemmy had separated. She had taken Rachel and left him, and they were currently staying with my parents until she could strike into her new place.

"She's rented a small household,"my female parent told me."It's a three bedroom, but I'm afraid that thing will be awfully tight for her financially. She will involve to find a roommate."

"Hopefully her deadbeat hubby will pay her some money for child accompaniment !"my male parent chipped in.
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When I got to my parent's business firm the next day I saw Cindy for the first fourth dimension in almost six calendar month. She wore jeans and a whiteness t-shirt and she looked great. The shoemaker's last few times I'd seen her I could sense the stress she was under. But she seemed better now, more relaxed. She hugged me when I came in the room access and kissed my cheek. I put my arms around her and hugged her for the first time in a long time. Rachel was a moderately piffling angel. Blond and wild blue yonder like her mommy, with a big smile.

At dinner the night before with my parents the trace had come up that perhaps I could rent a way from Cindy in her new house for a spell to avail her out financially. That sounded good to me. I'd be starting a new job soon and would give to get a new place anyway. I certainly wasn't going to survive at plate. And it would devote me an opportunity to help out my sister and get to be intimate my niece a little honest. So the plan was that I would claim Cindy and Rachel out for pizza pie 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 party favor of the idea. Cindy looked at her watch. It was a little betimes for dinner but what the the pits ?

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

"Sure, why not ! My treat. This big first-grader flavor hungry and I could eat a modest horse cavalry !"I said, patting Rachel's caput."And you're looking kind of slim down, Cindy,"I added, pinching her slim waist."mightiness want to fat you up a slight. Besides, we have a lot of catching up to do !"

I drove the three of us to a local pizza living room about a mi from the house. Cindy and I ordered a prominent pizza pie, a ewer of beer for us and a big blow for Rachel. She asked me about college and she briefly filled me in on what had been happening in her aliveness. She was careful not to mention Jimmy or the interval ; we could talk 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 calendar week and I will involve to find a topographic point. I can't last with Mom and Dad for very long, I'd go bonkers. Would you regard 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 oeuvre, I'll leave."

"Why wouldn't it solve ?"

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

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

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

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

Rachel nodded enthusiastically with her mouth full moon of pepperoni.

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

"Okay, adept, that's a onus off my mind."

"Mine too, plus now I have some free Labor Department to help me travel. But right now I need to go to the Little missy's Room."

Cindy rose from her chairwoman, turned, and I watched her walk to the public toilet. Her ass looked OK inside her crocked jeans and her thin jersey was tucked in snugly showing off her firm chest. My new roommate may have been my sister, but I had to admit she looked pretty bedamn hot.
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A couple weeks later we moved in. I asked my old friend Leon to help oneself. Leon is a six metrical unit six, very strong-arm black dude and we had both played on our high schooltime hoops team together. He had a motortruck, which we needed, plus I thought he might come in W. C. Handy if jemmy decided to give Cindy any tinker's damn when we went to peck up her poppycock at his row house. But we were lucky. Jimmy wasn't even there, he must have been out cruising somewhere. Cindy let us in with her key, and we loaded her stuff and nonsense onto the motortruck and force off. We had to lay down a match runs from our parents'house too, moving clothing, piece of furniture, layer and cartons full 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 plans for the even so we invited him to stay for dinner and knack 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 solid food and some beer and wine-coloured. When I got back Cindy and Leon were unloading corner of kitchen particular and storing them in the cabinets. Leon and I hit the beers immediately and Cindy drank wine, and over the next couple of hour we all got half-lit. Then we ate the food and salute 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. First Cindy said she was turning in and left to go get ready for bed. Leon was in no form to drive so I fetched him a pillow and some blanket so he could crash on the couch. Then I went to bed, which was a bare mattress on the trading floor. I'd decided I would put the seam together tomorrow.

I quickly nodded off, but it was a brief, spasmodic sleep. I woke up around midnight to go to the toilet and get a crapulence of water. I heard noises coming from inside the master bedroom at the end of the manor hall. I looked in the sustenance room and the sofa was void. I stood outside the closed chamber doorway and heard a low chorus of moans and groans and a steady, wet smacking from inside. I listened for a little while and there was no mistaking Leon's guttural grunts and Cindy's murmuring response to his thrusts.

I was cursing under my breath when I went back to my chamber and closed the room access. I was pissed off. It was prissy of Leon to help us move, 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 visual of Leon stabbing his Glycyrrhiza glabra stick in and out of my sister. Cindy was vulnerable, separated from her husband, just moving into a new home with her little daughter, and Leon takes vantage like that. I steamed for a spell before finally falling back to sleep.
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I woke up early with a headache. I was hoping Leon would be gone, and he was. I didn't want a showdown with him. I took a shower bath and some Empirin and then started rummaging through the kitchen for coffee, of which there was none. I drove to a gadget store and bought two declamatory coffees and some breakfast biscuit. When I got back to the star sign Cindy was standing against the kitchen tabulator in her robe. Her hair was wet from the shower.

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

"Thanks, Hugh. I can use some chocolate and biscuits. I'm hungry after what turned out to be a middling wild Night. I'm not used to drinking a wholly nursing bottle of wine !"

"Yeah, it looks like it was a wild night in more style 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 ?"

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

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

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

"You did ? Why ?"

"Why ? Because I felt like it, that's why, not that it's any of your business. And because I had a small too a lot to imbibe. And because I have indigence. And because I was horny. Anything else ? Good Shepherd Christ, Hugh, why are you so upset ? You sound like you're jealous."

"Oh, fuck it,"I said, and left the mansion. 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 body process until I felt it was prophylactic to go back to the star sign with my tail between my legs.
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I stopped to pick up some sandwiches on the way household. When I entered the house I noticed that Cindy had decorated and arranged the furniture and it really looked like a place. I took the sandwiches into the kitchen to put them in the icebox. Cindy had stocked the kitchen with staples and there was a pot of soup on the stove. I felt like a heel because she'd worked punishing all day while I was out sulking.

Cindy's sleeping room door 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 back against a pile of pillows, reading a rule book. The TV was not hooked up yet. There was a scented candle burning on the nightstand. Cindy looked up at me but didn't say anything.

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

"Sure,"she said and closed the book.

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

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

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

"Look Cindy, I'm sorry. I don't want to struggle. I was so wrong, completely out of agate line. 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 incorrectly, I shouldn't have done it. But I was drunk and horny. It had been a while."

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

"I just needed to get off."

I slid close and hugged her. She put her arms around me and squeezed me tight.

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

When we broke from the hug she looked in my eyes and asked,"will you stay and hold me for a niggling 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 helping hand was just below her arm pit. Her headland was on my shoulder.

We lay there for a spell in silence, our bodies touching from top to penetrate. My cheek was flush with the top of her head. I could smell out the scent of strawberry shampoo in her hair's-breadth and could experience the gentle swaying of her upper physical structure as she inhaled and exhaled. Every so often she would sigh and change her posture ever-so-slightly, and would nestle closer. After several of these elusive movements her left breast was resting in the laurel wreath of my left hand, and her fingers were splayed on my venter and would rise and fall with my breath.

I didn't want to incite my hand, but it took all of my will exponent to restrain it from trying to cop a more comp feel. Her tit felt firm and smooth through the lose weight cloth but I dared not proceed to the point of doing something I'd regret. This was my sister, as well as my new roomy, and I didn't want to screw things up.

But of course, after a few more apprehensive proceedings, I couldn't resist. I shifted my body and damn, wouldn't you know it, my leave bridge player shifted too and my whole hired hand then surrounded and cushioned her glorious white meat. I gently massaged it and Cindy let out a peep of a groan and thrusted her tit deeper into my hand. I felt her mamilla stiffen in my clasp and her fingers began to divagate over my abdomen.

I kissed the top of her point and lightly caressed her arm with my other hand. We went on like this for many instant : My hand kneading her yearning breast, my right hand stroking her arm and brushing her bosom, and the episodic kiss on her head. I became bolder and ran my hand along her thigh just column inch from what I imagined was one Henry Sweet pussy.

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

I slid down so we were face-to-face. Her lingua was delving into the reaches of my mouth and I sucked her into me. It was the longest sustained kissing session I had ever experienced, and it went on and on and on. My dick felt like a lead organ pipe between my legs. I slipped my hand under the hindquarters of her gown and clutched her naked ass.

As we continued our marathon kiss, our tongues never stopped dancing as I moved more onto my side and Cindy more onto her back. I loosened the sash and opened her robe, her slim, sexy consistence naked underneath. My thumb and index tinkered with her rigid nipple before I slid my hired man down across her flat belly to her sultry pussy and slipped two fingers into her. Her hand found my inguen and she rubbed my bloated bone.

After a number of chance event through the textile of my shorts, her fingers started fumbling with the snap and zip fastener. She opened my pants and took my hot, swollen rod into her hired hand. She stroked me up and down while we put the finishing skin senses on our lip-lock.

When our lips finally parted Cindy smiled and planted a terminal, dainty kiss on the tip of my pry, like a cherry on top of a Delicious dessert. Then she moved down, shoved my short to my human knee, and wrapped her lips around my anxious cock. I moaned with pleasance and raised my groin to her face. I took off my shirt and tossed it aside.

She fondled my ripened walnuts as she sucked me, taking more and more than dick into her mouth with each bob of her head. I fingered her hair's-breadth and massaged her scalp and I watched with wonder as my swelled cock slid in and out of her mouth.

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

I gently swung my elusive meat into her, fucking her pretty facial expression, eager to blast my loggerheaded hard drink oceanic abyss into her beckoning mouth.

She sensed when I was nearing my ejaculation. She half-moaned, half-hummed as she sucked me difficult and faster and she scrunched my stony balls and cigaret in her agile hands. I screeched and held her head in my hands when I came, shaking violently as her oral fissure remained plastered around my turncock and absorbed spurt after spurt of my stored-up cum. Once my quivers were quelled her foreland rose up and my slaked cock reappeared from within. I put my mouth on hers and plunged my tongue into her cum-filled sassing and she swallowed as we kissed.

I lowered her onto her rear and sucked her back talk and we launched into another elongated muscly kiss. I took my time kissing her neck and shoulder joint, licking her cleavage and axillary fossa and sucking on her tits. Her teat looked like enlarged, hardened Milton Snavely Hershey Kisses, begging me to eat them, and I latched onto them with my athirst back talk the right way quick. Cindy oohed and aahed as I suckled and pick and chewed on her swelled vesicles and she dug her fingertips pointedly into my neck and upper back.

There was no longer a mentation in my mind that this was my Sister. I'd just had the most intense cock sucking no topic who it was. And I was determined to return the favor.

After an extended period of sucking on her tumescent bosom, my mouth went south. I slowly kissed every square inch of her tummy, her torso squirming with delight, and licked her belly button cleanse. I ran my tongue around her neatly-trimmed, V-shaped bush, pointing like an pointer to her loose cunt. I lowered my face to her privates and she barked like a seal of approval when my tongue split her slit and entered her. My tongue stayed in her for some time.

Her hands were on my head pulling it into her and she ground her hillock into my face. I clenched her ass with both hands and pulled her twat loaded. I surrounded her clit with my brim and my glossa kept diving. She gripped her legs snugly around my neck, melding us into one fleshy muckle. She'd been a gymnast in high school and she obviously had not lost her agility. I ate her kitty 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 thoroughly I was getting a spasm in my tongue. Then she came. Jesus did she come.

She screamed like a riled puma and sprayed me like she was marking her touch. Her hands stayed clamped to my head and she continued to mash her snatch into my typeface as I sucked her. With her tumid clit firmly in my mouth, it felt like I was sucking on a sweetheart pit and Cindy's rhythmic grunt told me she liked it. She kept grinding on my deluge face even after she'd emptied her pail. But my cock had again risen to stiff attention and I could feel my blood boiling against its tenuous skin.

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

I leaned forward and atop her. The header of my cock touched her slippery gash. I kissed her and instantly in a contemporize flash her tongue sprung into my oral fissure and her mitt seize my cock and fed it into her. Her hands gripped my bottom like a vise so I squirted my hands under her and did the same. I started fucking her and then her groyne got back into the swing and she was fucking me back, and soon we had a substantial, stabilize pounding going on. following I felt her fingertips in the scissure 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 hand with me. I was fucking her like I was trying to knock her fanny out.

After a few minutes I slowed down and fucked her nice and easy for a while, pacing myself, wanting it to death and delay my expiration. But then our speed picked up again, as did our breathing, as did our moans and moan, 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 find the intense upsurge in my member as my cum rose up through my shaft, once, twice, and again and again.

I was just about done when Cindy began. Her mouthpiece let out a high-pitched howl and her nails dug into my back and she had another shivering climax and her cum mixed with mine. I felt her warm, fluid arc environs my stopcock and seep out of her onto my funk nuts. I collapsed on top of her and kissed her and held her, and my cock remained inside her for a long time.
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We were lying arms-in-arms, basking in our love Christ Within and pleasantly pooped, when I realized that not a Word of God had been spoken between us since Cindy had first asked me to have got her. It was as if once my arm was around her everything that came after was automatic and the most natural thing in the humankind.

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

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

"I never would ingest imagined that the best shag I ever had in my life story would be my sister."

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

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

Cindy looked up at me with glazed eyes and said,"Well, you're a pretty good nooky yourself, minuscule 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 bum."No more about that ! That's unfortunate ancient history. But this made up for it,"she said, squeezing my dick.

I caressed her waist 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 bedchamber, got naked and fucked again. Cindy rode me this time, her slick pussy slithering up and down and all around my cock, and I aided her rhytidectomy with my hands. She came first this time ; she moaned and her consistency shook and she poured her hot buttered cum all over me. Then, she did a flawless dismount, took my burred pecker into her mouth and sucked me off. I came in 30 seconds and scored it a hone ten.

We slept nude with our torso blended, getting used to each other. In the betimes break of day I woke and heard her fumbling around in a dresser drawer. She had her back to me and in the dusky light I saw her deal come behind her to her ass. She was rubbing her hands together when she turned and came back to bed.

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

"Oh, respectable morning, I didn't know if you were waken,"she said, and kissed me. Then she touched my half-mast extremity and added,"Is this big guy awake yet ? Let me say ‘ well break of the day'to him."

She went down and sucked me for a min or two until my cock had risen to its utmost dawning glory. She rubbed my cock up and down respective metre with oily deal, then used it as a handle to perpetrate 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 friction surrounding its girth. It took me a moment to agnize that Cindy had put my putz into her ass.

I started drilling that asshole pretty good. My cock slid in and out and I could find the drag of the cave of her ass on the thin skin of my putz. I held her shoulders in my hands and pumped truehearted, her ass expanding and accommodation to my cock like a glove one size too small. I could feel the walls of her ass scrunch down on my meat. Cindy put her manus between her legs and worked her inflated clit.

"You like this ?"she rasped.

"An unexpected pleasure,"I said.

"seed 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 magnified honeyed spot. My mind possessed only one dogmatical thought : screwing that ass. The mind of my cock had tunnel imagination as, minute after lecherous mo, it glided in and out of Cindy's buttery maw.

"I'm gon na fare big,"she finally said. I gripped her pap like I was holding on for affectionately life and rammed her harder.

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

Once her muscle spasm diminished, Cindy gripped my second joint with her worthless hands. She wanted to ram a fingerbreadth up my ass but she couldn't quite reach. But just the view of her long aphrodisiac finger jolting my asshole was all it took, and I soon felt my cum rising to climax. It was now my twist to groan.

"Here I come…"I croaked.

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

And I let it rip. She squeezed me with the bulwark of her inner ass. I felt it caving in around my dick, speck after tinge, 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 Thomas More born size and my cum seeped out and onto the bed.
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"I have to get make 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 adjacent to her in the choir loft I'll say, Good first light Mom, and by the way, Hugh says Hi too, and he fucked my ass this sunrise !"

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

"Yes, it was. And it will give me something to call up 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 lav I watched her get dressed.

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

"Of course of action, I understand,"I said.

"What happened is between us."

"I know."

"But maybe if you are uncommitted next Saturday nighttime, we could make a date."

"Really ? What would you wish to do ?"

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

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

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

"good,"she said."I may have to get an ass stopple though. You know, to preserve it set up for you. Bye."

She kissed my lips and was off.
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The following hebdomad we were corresponding two ships continually passing in the Night. Cindy worked Clarence Day and was a doting mother at night. I made myself scarce near of the prison term. 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 side by side morning before she left for study she stuck her head into my bedroom and thanked me for the gift. She said she had it in and it felt pretty unspoiled and she'd probably be grinding her ass into her desk chairwoman all day.

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

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

She was barefoot and was wearing a denim dress with a tenacious slide fastener in the strawman from the neck all the way down to the hem just above her knee. I pulled the zip all the way down and opened the dress spacious. I put my arms around her naked tegument and kissed her again.

When we were done with our osculation I was already intemperate. I looked at her beautiful body and grinned. All she wore under that garb were two pasties on her tit and the scantiest thong I'd ever seen. It was skintight, barely covering her rip sass and her cameltoe was inviting me. And all three bit were gleaming, atomic number 10 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 brilliantly blue postage stamp stamp aside and dove right in. I ate that toothsome pussy right then and there with Cindy leaning with her back against the counter. She put one understructure on my shoulder, opening herself, giving me tote up admittance, and guided my head with her mitt. My lips and tongue worked together doing everything they could to stimulate her hot clitoris. I reached behind her and held her ass in my hands. I found the butt plug, snugly in piazza, 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 frock open wide and my head in her crotch. Her nebulizer was profuse and it ran over my face and into my backtalk and onto the trading floor. We didn't even wipe it up—we left the puddle for later. We made our way to her bed and fucked and sucked all night. And on Dominicus dayspring she again had to wash my cum out of her ass before she left for church.

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

Over the previous brace of months jimmy had been contacting Cindy more and coming on pretty strong, urging her to get back together with him. He loved her, he said. He loved Rachel, it would be scoop for her to accept a Dad around. He had changed and would pretend matter right. Cindy at first was torn, but the guilt trip jemmy laid on her worked. She gradually weakened and agreed.

Our last night together was a Fri. It was great as always, and even to a greater extent acute. We fucked harder and louder than ever. It was as if we both wanted to be feeling it for a month. Soon jemmy would be moving in and I'd be moving out.
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I moved spoil country for my job. I had gone to a rule in Calif. and met a young woman 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 good idea ; it was a skillful job, better pay, plus it got me away from Cindy and any enticement that I would have certainly had.

I married Josie. Our marriage was unspoilt than Cindy's, at least for a few class. We made it bring for a piece but it eventually turned to stag. Josie was a good individual but we were a mismatch ; ill-timed person, right time, I guess. And the sex was unremarkable, but then after Cindy, who knows, maybe anyone would have come up light. Somehow we made it almost ten year, but the finish three or four were not fun. Fortunately we had no child so we only had to split our assets and move on. After the divorce I figured I would move back east, but with publicity and unfluctuating salary addition I stayed put another four and a half years. My life during those years essentially consisted of two things : working and trying avert getting involved with women.

I stayed in cutaneous senses with my family of trend ; my mother kept me in the iteration. Cindy and jimmy had separated and reconciled three unlike times before splitting up one last time and divorcing. Rachel had grown into a savage child, into drugs, malcontent and uncontrollable and doing her own thing. She moved out of the house on the day she graduated high-pitched schooling and the phratry only saw her around the holidays.

I learned that my old friend Mel would be getting married in a few months. I had been thinking about moving back, and when I heard about his wedding, it became a no-brainer. The time was right. So, I applied for some jobs, went on some consultation, and the timing worked out. I moved back and started my new position three weeks before the marriage.
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The bachelor party was a week before the wedding. Mel's estimable man was a guy we'd gone to shoal with. His nickname was Rocket, so that might tell you something about him. rocket salad was the kind of guy who was always first into the pool, afraid of cipher, spared no expense and never let a dollar broadsheet burn a kettle of fish in his pocket. We all knew that if rocket salad was in charge 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 keep the house, a big one out in the burbs, with a magnanimous corking way on the priming coat trading floor. There was music playing, subdued ignition, comfortable furniture and a charge bar. There were a twelve guys altogether and all showed up within a few minute of arc of the limit fourth dimension. 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 couple girls coming over in about an minute. They're gon na gift us all a little display and then they're gon na give Mel a short display of his own, and then maybe even the rest of us if we're favourable. BUT : You can't touch ‘ em. They can touch us but we can't adjoin them. So you all got ta promise to behave yourselves, all right ? And being inebriate is no exculpation because we'll all be drunk and we'd make icky witnesses. Everybody got it ?"

We all nodded and agreed and continued to consume assorted alcoholic beverages. The bell rang at the prescribed time and Eruca vesicaria sativa ushered in two well-favored young womanhood. They both wore white lab coating and four-inch hound. One was disastrous, kind of tall with a thin face, long black wavy pilus, and she carried a Black leather doctor's bag. The early chick was tweed, a twosome inch shorter with a cunning facial expression, aureate earrings and shoulder-length blue hair. I liked her already.

A deep-cushioned love derriere had been moved to the mall of the room. This would be their ‘ stagecoach ’. The other furniture was arranged in a circle around it, giving all a just aspect. Except one chair was strawman and mall : That's where Mel sat.

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

"You set, Mel ?"Rocket yelled. Mel held up his beer and shrugged.

"We ready, fellow ?"We all roared.

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

The music was a pulsate funk with an earthy feel, a swampy laid-back groove that the girls were instantly moving to, and they both had good moves. They danced around each former for a moment or two, running their paw over their trunk through the White River fabric of their coating. The guy whooped when they embraced and had a farsighted, gallop buss, and they clutched each other's asses under the back of their coat. As they kissed and shook their posterior to the pulse, Blue hairsbreadth started unbuttoning Ebony's duster. The boys hollered again when it came off and was tossed aside. She was gorgeous, long and lean with smooth, drear chocolate skin and athletic abs. She wore a skimpy Negroid bikini top and a lean mordant G-string that matched the coloring material of her peel, and if I hadn't been so close I would birth sworn she was already naked.

Then Ebony returned the favour and unbuttoned Blue. When her coating came off there was a soft gasp of surprise. She had a killer eubstance too, and a puritanical bra and pantie to agree her pilus. But what caused the surprisal was on her body itself : She was completely covered with numberless tattoos from her shoulders to her toes. She was a human inkpad ; It was backbreaking to tell apart a second power inch of naked bod. There were all kind of images big and small, blanketing her shoulders, her implements of war, her back, her breadbasket, her ass, legs, ankle joint, infantry. plant, animate being, snakes and wanderer and lizards and cactus and password and arrows and mountain and birdie and God knows what else, you'd need half a day to see it all, her consistency was like a travelogue of the grotesque. Her navel was the centre of some flower and from her belly push dangled a gold chemical chain. And most of the ink was darker, and much of it sorry, at least to my eyes. They started going at it.

ebony was suddenly behind Blue, kissing her neck, and peeled off the blue bra. And shit if those big firm tits weren't smothered with tattoos as well, and her thrust nipples displayed shiny atomic number 79 hoops. After they faced each former again and kissed, Ebony started sucking blue sky's tits.

As Ebony sucked on those pierced, adorned nipples, blueing reached behind her, unhooked her bra and tossed it on the love seat. Diospyros ebenum then slipped her hanker black finger's breadth inside the back of the dingy panties and wiggled them down, revealing Blue's cunt, its lips also pierced and decorated with hardware. soot black pushed those puny panties all the way down to the storey and her head word wasn't far behind. She was quickly on her stifle eating white pussy.

Then they did a little switcheroo and blue sky started doing pitch black, and for the adjacent few minute went to town on some black cunt and tits. The boys were enjoying the show and yelling encouragement to them, often with lewd and salacious hint for their act.

The girls paused while wild blue yonder picked up the doctor's bag and opened it. First she took out a with child glass tip jar and placed it on a board. Then she took out a flexible double 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 erection by this time, but if they didn't, what came succeeding would bear certainly done the put-on. As their ordinate bodies bent grass to the beat, those girls ran that dildo between their pegleg, into their pussies and in and out of their backtalk. Ebony then wrapped her lips around one head of that rubber band peter and took it in an inch at a prison term. I watched her jaws and neck opening muscular tissue working in concert as bit by bit she took it into her throat. The boys went nuts when she had deep-throated almost all of it and only the other dickhead was left exposed.

blueness got back into the act. She put her sassing around that exposed head so she was kissing Ebony's lip. Then we watched as their lips and mouths and throats worked in unison and their four workforce groped their pulp. Their heads and body writhed together for another twosome minutes and when their mouth at last parted the dildo was completely embedded in Blue's sass and throat with only the other asshole sticking out of her mouth. The whole crew erupted in hand clapping and screams of delight when Blue pulled that long rod out of her mouth slowly, inch by column inch. She held it up, and it looked massive in her feminine hand. The miss took a bow and then switched their nidus to Mel.

The party was in to the full, erotic swinging. Mel got two salt-and-pepper, buck-naked lap dances, and then Ebony and blue sky took turns blowing him. He was sucking on a black tit and Blue was doing the hand jive with his pecker when his cum flew out into the air, Mexican valium after rope.

The girl then starting flirting and mixing with the guys and pretty soon Sir Thomas More and more pecker were coming out, and soon the girlfriend were on their knees sucking them. I was hoping to give soot 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 look at her. She was almost appalling to depend at but it was surd to take my center off of her. She had a not bad dead body but it was difficult to appreciate it…I couldn't understand why she would require to address it with all those tattoos. I was sure enough she'd rue it someday. And her piercings were also over-the-top. She had jewellery decorating her ears, nose, nipples, navel and cunt.

pitch black finally got to me and started rubbing my tool, and then she took it out and went down. But even as I was enjoying her experienced mouth 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 animal or aborigine in the jungle, almost repulsive. But I couldn't look away ; she drew my eyes like a magnet.

After about an hr and they had satisfied everyone, blueness and Ebony put on their lab coats, and stuffed their clothes, heels, dildo and teeming tip jar into the medico's bag. I was watching blue angel as she was wrapping the coating around her blighted body when she glanced at me. She caught my eye but quickly looked away. Both little girl'eyes were heavily made-up with big role player eyelash and eye phantom so I couldn't say anything into it from across the room.

After they left the party went strong for another 60 minutes or so, then quickly petered out. I drove plate to my new townhouse, took some aspirin and went to bed. But I couldn't get the image of Blue out of my head.

When I had briefly caught Blue's eye I thought I had seen a flicker of the beginnings of a smile for an wink 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 daylight and narrowly eluded me like an evasive word on the tip of your spit. Then one dark I was lying in bed reliving it for the umteenth time, and it hit me. blue devil was my niece.
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I hadn't seen Rachel for years. From what I'd been told, several geezerhood back she'd left home right out of in high spirits school, did her own affair, and had made herself hardly ever since. But I was now for certain it was her, something about her oculus and her almost-smile had triggered a years-old subtle recollection.

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

"They used to be strippers down at the Hoochie Coochie gild,"he said."The 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 real public figure are."

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

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

"Yep, certain was."

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

"No, but I know somebody who might."

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

I knew the plaza. I thanked him and we ended the call. I looked up the turn and called it. I didn't know which public figure Rachel would be using so I tried to play dumb, as if individual had referred me but I'd forgotten the girlfriend's epithet. 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 seance for Friday afternoon.
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I walked into the beauty salon Fri at four p.m. Even though I had no melodic theme 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 nothing 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 division and told me to strip to my boxers and lay face-down on the table and Rachel would be with me shortly.

I glanced at the door when Rachel entered. Her pilus wasn't blue, it was her natural blonde, in braid. She wore scrubs and no makeup, her downhearted eyes sparkling. I couldn't help but look through her clothes and imagine her inked skin and pierced pap and twat brim 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 swallow hole and then fiddled with some bottles of oil. She came to the board and poured the warm liquid state onto my back.

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

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

"I'm amercement. retentive time no see, huh ? At to the lowest degree until that unmarried man party, right ?"I agreed with her.

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

"I am going to embark on with your forefront and employment my way all the way down to your groundwork, okay ? Then we'll flip you over and work our way back up. Let me be intimate if there are any areas you don't want me to massage."

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

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

"A couple days later,"I said."You looked familiar but with the drab fuzz and the eye makeup and the piteous lighting, 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 berm and upper back with extra desirableness 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 show you two daughter 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 crushed spinal column and pouring oil all over my second joint. She again schmeared it liberally over my hide and I felt a shiver when her fingernail flicked the offer of my ass.

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

"It depends,"she said."Most weekends we do one or two, sometimes three. Freddy, the bartender at the Hoochie Coochie society books us. We used to mould there as dancers but we got nauseated of the hours and the way we were treated and having to exploit the crowd of drunks afterwards. private party are much easier and safer. We work a couple hours and attain a lot of money."

I was savoring the pressure of her strong fingers rubbing my tush and the back of my thigh. Then she poured more oil on my calf and ankle joint and feet.

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

Rachel laughed and pummeled my calves.

"OK, somerset 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 talk some sense into me ? Or to tell me how to live my life ?"

"Oh no, aught like that. I could tell at the unmarried man party, you're all grown up ; your biography is your own. At kickoff I was attracted to the black fille, but then I found I couldn't take my eye 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 base I was embarrassed for me, but then I didn't want to block you, or make you uncomfortable. Then when I saw Jen going down on you I was a little jealous."

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

"Yeah,"she said."Sounds pretty sick, doesn't it ? I guess when I'm sucking a crew of foreign hammer there is some guard and reassurance in sucking someone I know."

I listened to Rachel's incredulous actor's line. My dick 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 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 question. I lifted my butt and she grabbed the elastic band waist of my underdrawers and pulled them off. She poured oil into her hands and gently pumped my upright tool over and over and I moaned softly. She did this for a instant or so, driving me giddily to the edge.

"You have a decent cock,"she whispered, and took it into her mouth.

She maneuvered her mouth up and down over my shaft and every exclusive stroke of her bobbing caput felt like a mini-orgasm. I then realized that Rachel had an additional piercing I had been unaware of until that moment : her glossa. She had some kind of magical he-man protruding from the top of her tongue and every single clip it dragged along the length of my cock it felt like my cum was rising up through its shaft. I came like Krakatau with my own hot lava fighting to get out of the volcanic crater on the head of my dick. When my ejaculation was finally over Rachel let my cum drop slowly from her mouth over my stomach and thorax and she rubbed in it, and finished my massage. Then she kissed my rim and slipped her slick natural language into my lip 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 occur here without raising hunch ?'I thought to myself as I was getting dressed. I felt great. That young ma'am is not only one hell of a masseuse, but she gives one hellhole of a BJ too. On the way out I set an appointee for the side by side Friday.
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Over the following days I constantly thought of Rachel. I was anxious for Friday to amount, not just for the massage and the opportunity of another blowjob, but to see Rachel. I thought about the disfigure body underneath those surgical gown, the piercings, the grotesqueness of it. I wanted to see that body again, naked. I wanted to partake it, to finger it, to savor it.

I knew it was wrong, she was my niece for Christ's saki, but since I used to sleep with my Sister all those years ago, it didn't seem so scandalous to me. All I could recall about was Rachel and the rivet in her glossa and how I felt like I was coming every meter she licked along the skin of my cock.
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I had a dream about Rachel. I don't remember my stargaze very often, and when I do they are usually colourless, like an old nigrify and Edward White flick. But my dream about Rachel was full of coloration ; blue, of course.

We were naked in bed. Her hair was down in the mouth, her eyes were blue, her dead body was covered with blue tattoos, and her numerous iteration and chains dangling from her diverse body parts sparkled in dividing line. We were kissing and my paw were active all over her colored chassis, and my dick was long and hard. Then I was on top of her and she spread her pussy for me, inviting me in, and the inside of her cunt was a bright, liquid state blue devil. But when I tried to enroll her my tool turned into a snake and started squiggling around and darting back and Forth River, and as gruelling as I tried to put its promontory into her blue air lagoon, it evaded me, and I would overlook her open slice by an inch or two. She let go of her kitty lip and they closed and the gold hoops fastened to them turned into a prison gate, locking her slit, and my snake head kept banging on the logic gate, locked out and unable to enter. I awoke in a effort with my elongate and swollen rod aching. I jerked off hoping it would save the air pressure and avail me get back to sleep.
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I showed up to the salon the future Friday more relaxed than the week before, but still a little queasy with anticipation. Rachel gave a smashing massage of course, and our conversation was freer and covered many topics. I asked her about her blue haircloth and she said it was to avail keep her two lives secernate. I asked about the tattoos and how she had come to acquire so many. She told me she didn't really have sex, 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 bar. ‘ Do you like them ?'she asked. I told her that after the initial shock I found it heavy to look away.

I was hard as granite when I flipped over and Rachel didn't thriftlessness any time. She took off my shorts and stroked me and sucked me, and dragged her tongue stud up and down again and again, each pass like a culmination in itself. I was sighing with pleasance, and I wanted to put my mitt between her legs and experience her hot jackass, but I didn't. I chickened out, not wanting to surprise her or smash anything. When I came it was a major load, and Rachel kept her mouth clamped around my meat until my body stopped vibrating. She swallowed what must have 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 buss than the week before.

As Rachel was finishing up she asked me if I'd be coming in the side by side Friday. I told her I would wish 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."

"Sounds like a great idea,"I said. I didn't know what she meant by ‘ or something ’, but I liked the sound of it.
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Rachel was in the lobby when I arrived the next 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 back talk and told me to strip down. I went behind the division and disrobed.

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

So I did. She watched me with a coquettish grinning as I walked naked the few ft 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 tenseness of the work 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 up fluid ooze into the fling of my ass. She spread my buttocks apart with her finger's breadth and I felt it drip inside. She deep-rubbed my butt muscles for a minute. 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 finger glided easily in and out of my ass a identification number of times and my prick was hard against the thin matt of the mesa. I stayed that way over the ensuing minutes as she massaged my legs. When I rolled over my putz stood up at wide-cut mast.

Rachel pretended not to mark. She oiled my leg and massaged them from the bottom up. When she was working my high thighs her fingers came within a centimetre of my cock and Ball, but she didn't touch them. I was gripping the edge of the board tightly with bare knuckles, hoping that she would grab it and protrude going to town, but she did not. She just moved on to my upper body.

We hadn't said anything for a while. I thought maybe there was something legal injury that I was unaware of ; my head 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 engorged balls. Rachel was standing even with my pectus, her center 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 fence in my distended hawkshaw. 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 yoke times but she didn't come up for air right away, she kept me in her rima oris and throat and worked my ass and balls. When she did come up she sucked on my balls and licked my shaft, dragging her pseudo-orgasmic lingua rivet along my thinly, tight skin, and then sucked the brain of my dick like a siphon. Then with what seemed ilk no movement she enveloped me with her lip and once again the head of my dick was in the dorsum 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 fingers my sack was about to explode and send its loading skyward. I tried to muffle my groan with my upper arm, but it was loud enough to signal to her that I was about to come. She whipped her mouth off of me, her teeth briefly pinching the tip. Instantly she squeezed the shaft of my tool in her hired hand and placed her thumb over the kettle of fish, locking in my cum. She started licking me, dragging that stud up along the hide of my prick, from base to tip. She did this over and over, simulating my orgasm, but not allowing my cum to escape. When she finally did, I was like a nursing bottle arugula 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 glad motor home,"she said.

I pulled her to me, put my arms around her and kissed her, my tongue diving deep for the spotlight where my pecker had been. It was a long candy kiss and she used my hammer 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 60 minutes ? I used to date one of the barkeep at Harold's ; it didn't end too well."

"Really ? What was his name ?"

"Sheila,"she said.

"Oh,"I said."Uh, okay, 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 fecal matter at the far corner of the bar facing the door. I wanted to see her pull in her entrance.

The mixologist 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 shoulders. She wore skin-tight Black person jeans, dim ticker and a soft cream perspirer with the sleeves rolled up to her cubitus, exposing her tattooed forearms. She spotted me and smiled and I felt a minuscule thrill in my pubes as I watched her walk over. She kissed my lips and took the potty to my left.

"Sorry I'm a short previous,"she said, and ordered a glass of merlot.

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

She looked and smelled impertinent from a shower, emitting a tangy scent. She was braless : I could see the picture of her tit and gold rings through the thin fabric of the sweater.

"well, I hope you didn't have to struggle off too many people to spare my hindquarters,"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 rightfulness,"I said. She winked at me and took a sip of her drink.

She seemed a niggling highschool. Her student were dilated and the baby blueing of her eyes was shoved to the edges.

We talked for a minuscule while and ordered another unit of ammunition. We talked about our job and I was careful not to ask too many question about her double lifetime even though I was queer 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 first massage I wondered if she'd put you up to it."

"Really, why ?"

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

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

"What do you mean ?"

"You seem a little buzzed or something."

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

"Not much to recount,"I said."typical generic wine townhouse : Two bed, two-and-a-half bath, kitchen, washer, drier, 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 meter 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 doorway ; they were all probably wondering what the hell this fashion plate in his late mid-thirties is doing with the hottie in her early twenties.

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

I opened the passenger door for her and she got in. As soon as I was behind the wheel and my threshold was shut she was on me. Her veracious hand molded around my cock and her tongue jabbed into my rima oris. I could taste red wine and felt the rivet scrape my tongue, which instantly sent me back, and my dick hardened as I imagined it tracing the farseeing boundary of it.

"Take me place,"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 times already, Uncle Hugh. I was sure the first time I saw you lying ass-up in the massage room."

"OK,"I said,"Just making for sure and delight drop the ‘ Uncle ’. I just wouldn't want to take advantage."

"I want to select advantage of this !"she said, squeezing my cock again.

It was only a ten second driveway to my house. We didn't talk for a duet second 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 dot ? 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 generate you mine. I have a hit for you too."

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

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

I pulled into my garage a duet minutes later. While Rachel used the bath I pulled a can of beer out of the electric refrigerator and popped the top. I took a long pull 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 hitch of your sleeping accommodation,"she said.

We walked upstairs and into my bedroom. Rachel opened her purse and put a couple small electron tube on the end table. Then she came over to me.

"pin out your tongue,"she said.

"Rachel, I don't know…"

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

I stuck my tongue out and Rachel put a minuscule bit of blotter paper on it. It melted away by the metre she had unbuttoned my shirt. I pulled her perspirer over her capitulum as she unzipped my pants. Now topless, the seductive repulsion of her maculate build drew my middle 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 air sock and knickers. She stepped back and I gazed at her slim, inked body as it tapered into the top of her snug, lightlessness jeans. She kicked off her brake shoe and swiveled her coxa as she opened her slide fastener click by click. She hooked her ovolo into her pouch, shook her ass and pushed her jean to the base and stepped out of them. She tore off her skimpy bleak thong and threw it aside. Her beautiful body, blemished by ink, and her ripe young pussy, weighted by gold, was right in front of me. I reached out for her and she came into my arms and straddled my pegleg with hers. I felt her cunt hardware public press against my sensitive cock.

"I wan na sit on your brass !"she barked, and pushed me back on the bed. Her body writhed up onto me and her crotch was in my face and just that quick I was eating kitty. I could smell and savor the firm, clean funk of her untested 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 voiceless as I could as I alternated between pounding my knife into her and yanking on the hardware with my teeth.

"Yes, that's it, that's good,"she said."Get that slit overnice and hot and wet and quick for your cock !"

I started feeling a little sickening as I licked her salty oyster. I remembered from the old day this was the acid starting to take detention and it would pass. Rachel squirmed and hissed. I sucked hard on her clit like I was trying to unsay it raw.

"Oh, ass !"she shouted, and pushed her shaved mound harder into my face, her puss closed chain pinching my lips."chomp me. Eat me."

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

My physical structure now felt very long and skinny, like my 175 pounds had been stretched from six substructure to nine. The qualm was eroding away and each taste of Rachel had become an ambrosial delight. Every biff, every sucking seemed to finis, every taste savored over. And I was now painfully aware of my cock—it felt fat and grueling and intemperate like a spell of soggy baseball bat.

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

"Fuck me !"she blurted, and rolled onto her book binding. 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 torso with renewed bewilderment, a gaudy smorgasbord of shapes and dustup and landscape painting and beast and plant living. My hallucinations were now coming in mercurial waves of Thomas More and less intensity. I tried not to be distracted from the task at hand.

"shtup me. And peach dirty to me,"she said.

"talking dirty ? Why ?"I asked.

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

My dick looked to me like it was two feet recollective and six column inch wide-eyed. There was no conceivable way it could fit into the slenderize slit of Rachel. But just as the tip was about to disturb her jewelry-clad twat, her slit sass spread all-inclusive and opened like the backtalk of a piranha…the backtalk was down inside, too…and the pirana swallowed up all two feet of me.

I started swinging into her very gently, wondering how this thin, young girl could direct in a two foot shaft without splitting apart, and I didn't want to smart her.

"Come on, Uncle Hugh, you can do better than that,"Rachel said, and she started humping me hard and fast."ass me !"

I obliged and her cunt felt like a creamy delight wrapped around me. Every millimeter of my member soaked up the rhapsodic warmth of her toothsome, feathered vagina and every credit crunch of her cunt around it and every jab it made into her seemed to last ten seconds, although at our feverish pace in couldn't have been Sir Thomas More than one.

"lecture dirty to me. anticipate me a twat,"she said.

I asked her why and fucked her harder.

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

"Yeah."

"Say it."

"Say what ?"

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

"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 have it away you,"I barked.

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

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

"Yes ! I want to come on you."

"well, hurry up you little whore."

The words 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 harder and pinched my cock with her inner walls.

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

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

"I know that."

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

"Harder !"Rachel said.

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

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

"No, it's not,"she scoffed."finale your centre and keep fucking me. I want to arrive !"

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

"I'm gon na arrive !"I shouted out, and my seminal fluid 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 movement, and replayed itself over and over and the room was an echo of my groan and the succulent slapping of groins.

"Keep fucking me !"Rachel yelled.

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

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

"I may blow a lot of tool as component 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 mouth and it turned into another foresighted one. Her mouth opened wide and while our faces fucked I slipped my fingers into her piranha. It didn't sting. Again, it was probably only a minute or two, but it seemed to go on and on.

"Thanks for a great fuck,"she said."And what an sexual climax ! 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 pussy and grabbed my shaft with her hand. She pushed me onto my stomach and got onto my back. She kissed my cervix 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 snail's rate, hardly moving, but her tongue did not. Each lap, each moving-picture show, each graze of her tongue was extended and resonated even as the future one began. Then her clapper delved in, filling my ass with its slushy softness and it fucked me with smooth, slacken jabs, and it felt like a foot farseeing inside me.

After what seemed like a long clip 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 corpse peter and started jerking it and her natural language went back into stage business on the rim of my ass.

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

Her tongue slithered out of my ass. Then she tugged my cock down and back through my legs and wrapped her mouthpiece around it. I wrenched my body in that direction to minimize the hyperextended strain on my cock. Her finger's breadth were on my testis and in my ass and she sucked me with a loud, slurpy military capability.

Eventually…and again, time lapse was inscrutable…Rachel started her tongue-stud magic, tracing it along the bent-back shaft of my member. Each magnate chute of that stud up the side of my delicate dick was probably one or two irregular, but each one felt like ten, and it felt so virile I could hardly brook it. After a unretentive eternity Rachel took it into her mouth again and sucked with a vengeance, 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 digit out of my ass and we slept.
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When we woke in the morning the humanity was normal again. The spiders and snakes again were hibernating on Rachel's inky-black skin, and although I was somewhat groggy I was seeing straight. My putz was straight as well, and Rachel noticed.

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

I rolled on top. Her pussy was gear up and she put me right hand in. Without even so much as a ‘ Good Morning ’, we were fucking. The bed form screeched as I pounded her. I called her a whore and a strumpet and a cocksucker and soon I shot a few fleshy ropes of sperm into her. I must have slowed down some as I released because she yelled at me.

"Keep fucking me !"she ordered.

So I accelerated my hammering, called her a slit and a tramp and a few early choice Bible until she came at lowest in a loud, prolonged 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 company to do Friday and Saturday."

"Oh, I see."

"Can I come over Thursday night ?"

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

"Right, no acid,"she laughed.
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That Thursday would be our close fourth dimension. I made no more knead 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 young Lady and I was not helping thing. 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 Inferno, one more time 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 of study, I was mesmerized at the same time.

I came three times in the succeeding two hours ; Rachel came once. My start time was in her mouth. Then I went down on her and ate her and sucked her clit until I was effective and hard again. I mounted her and stuck my prick into her boggy bitch. I banged her like a tom tom over and over, grunting with each drive, like I was declaring war on her pussy. Looking at her blemish flesh I felt like some primitive fucking a savage dame in the jungle. I called her dirty names, came inside her, kept fucking her, and called her more foul names, until finally she unloaded like a willow tree diagram blowing in the wind.

After a brief respite our digit started walking around. Rachel was fondling my nuts 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 bit 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 table. She squeezed a generous measure of lube into her hand. She fingered her asshole and coated my cock. I spun her around face-down on the bed.

Hers was no Virgo the Virgin asshole. She opened it all-encompassing for me. I put my purple helmet to her rim and pushed. Soon I was banging her hard from the bottom up. After a twain moment of relentless reaming and listening to Rachel moan and groan, I sent another tankful of cum oceanic abyss into her ass.

I pulled out and check my semen backflow out of her. There was a drawing string of cum hanging from the promontory 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 vex look.

"I want you to piss on me."

"What ?"

"Piss on me."

I shook my head and went into the bathroom and closed the door. I peed into the gutter with half a boner.
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That was the last prison term I saw her. I knew it couldn't continue, no topic how good the blowjobs were. There was no future to it anyway, we both knew that, so what was the point ? It was all just suddenly too much to assimilate. The opinion 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 tons of cocks is something else altogether. I had no estimate how to deal with that.
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I'd seen a lot of crazy things while fucking on the back breaker. But I may get realized some things too. The last fourth dimension I'd been with Rachel, when I was pumping my tool into her over and over and waiting for her to come, I was thinking about my sister. I hadn't been in touch with Cindy since I'd been back, although I'd been meaning to pass on her a yell. So on Monday night, I called her.

When Cindy answered she was surprise to hear me on the other end of the line. Since it had been such a farsighted time, our conversation was hesitant at first. But within a few bit we were talking like old friend, as if hardly any meter had passed.

We talked about our wedlock, our divorces, our problem and the house. She told me about all the difficulty Rachel had gotten into during her teen class, and how she started stripping right after high schoolhouse. She said jemmy had gotten remarried and was now divorced for the moment meter. We compared notes on our love lives and established that there were no substantial others. We talked for over two hours and throughout the entire cry there was hardly a bushed second. 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 preceding four age since Rachel had moved out after graduating from high school.

Cindy looked sensational. She was now in her early forties but could feature passed for much younger. She was still reduce and shapely and if she was trying to seem aphrodisiac she had accomplished her destination. Her blonde hairsbreadth was long and wavy and she wore Robert Gray linen trouser and a futile blackened shirt that showed off her hair and toned arms. As soon as I was through the threshold she hugged me and kissed my cheek. I told her how fab she looked and how great it was to see her. After a brief go of the condo she gathered up her pocketbook and we were off.

We had dinner at a casual seafood house. Cindy had lobster and I had a combo platter. Our conversation again was free-flowing, and we peered into each other's heart a few times. 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 shoes ; it may be more comfy. I make a entail martini."

We went back to her blank space and I watched Cindy fix our drinks. Then we sat on her lounge, sipped our crapulence 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 calendar month we'd been roommates.

"It was a mistake going back with Jimmy, that's for for certain,"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 mo fourth dimension, I may never have gone back for tierce,"she said with a commonplace smile.

I took her paw and held it. Then I raised it to my lips and kissed it. That simple gesture broke through any remaining, falling-down barrier 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 hands roamed our bodies as we made out, and then without a password, Cindy took my manus and led me to her bedroom. She undressed me and I undressed her, and when our apparel 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 peel off Cindy's Ne blue pasties and G-string first.
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