BLUE tabu

My pet people of color is blue. It always has been, for as tenacious as I can remember. My eyes are blue. missy I've been attracted to have aristocratic centre. My car is down in the mouth. I wear blue jean a lot. Blue was always the one gloss that jumped out at me, more vivid than all the others.

I was a teenager before I had an eye test and learned that I was the gallant proprietor of a stern case of red-green colorblindness. When I learned that, everything started to make more sensation. Blue always stood out to me because it's one of the lone colouring I can really see.

When you have a colouring material insufficiency like mine, most colors blend and look form of the same. I can't see wraith or appreciate color like about mass. Red-brown-orange-green and variant thereof tend to run together. For exemplar, at a dealings light, the red and xanthous look the Same and the green is a worn out gray. And if there is a red stop sign in battlefront of a green tree, forget about it, to my middle it isn't even there.

I remember when we would play baseball game when I was a kid. If a grass-stained formal got fouled off into the weed or the Ellen Price Wood and I went to wait for it, I could search for twenty minutes and never receive it…it blended right in with the foliage…while another kid would stroll over and pluck it right up. It would be in presence of me and I couldn't see it. I also stepped in a lot of dog shit that the early Thomas Kyd would see and step around.

Most of my apparel were blue, especially if I picked them out, because I couldn't friction match any early gloss. I occasionally would get barrels of laughs from my friends with my creative habiliment compounding. When my sis or parents gave me clothes as a gift, it was usually in equalize sets.
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My older sister has always been a very attractive and popular girl. When I was still in level schoolhouse I remember a steady flow of son calling her on the sound and coming to the theater to pick her up. Some of my buddies liked to follow over to our star sign hoping to get a glance of her. She was four year older—quite a gap when you're a kid—but as soon as I was old enough to appreciate the opposite sex, I could appreciate my sister Cindy. I was proud of her. She was hot.

Cindy was the totally package. Slim, medium height, rich bosom, prissy butt, tenacious blond whisker and bright down in the mouth eyes. Her body would turn chief and she knew how to dress. She had a pair of tight blueing dungaree shorts that hugged her ass like shrink wrap, and when she'd wear them with a halter or a tube top it was concentrated to attend away. She also had a bit of a wild streak.

When Cindy was nineteen years old she started seeing a biker named Jimmy. He was always aplomb with me but our parents didn't guardianship for him right from the get-go. He was coarse and very grating around the edges. He came from a lower-class, fatherless plate, had poor manners and could be rather pitch and aweless to people without even realizing it. Whatever attracted Cindy to Jimmy is anybody's surmisal ; maybe she was just being rebellious. But he'd zoom up to the theater on his Harley and Cindy would hop on the back and off they'd go.

Sometimes she'd be back the Lapplander Nox and other fourth dimension she'd be gone for twenty-four hour period. Our parents were not secretive about their feelings about jemmy, which probably made Cindy more find to see him. I think they were hoping the relationship would run its course and then Cindy would see a decently man to square off down with. But all of that went out the window when Cindy got herself knocked up.

In those days, in our kinsfolk, there was only one choice : They were going to get wed. Jimmy started hemming and hawing, saying how he wasn't set and he was too young to get matrimonial and all that, but my old man put him straight pretty damn promptly. jemmy was going to espouse Cindy, that's all there was to it. And that's what happened.

There was a hastily-arranged hymeneals and a half-ass reception, and Cindy and Jimmy were married man and wife with a baby on the way. I helped them motivate into a moth-eaten row mansion in the urban center. I was only over there a couple prison term after that ; it was pretty depressing. It was in a shady vicinity and the way of furniture and décor was what I would describe as ‘ Early impoverishment ’.
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I was a elder in heights school when their child was born, a beautiful little girl they named Rachel. Those next few year I was away at college and didn't see Cindy or Jimmy or my niece hardly at all, just when I was home for Xmas. But my female parent kept me updated on their marriage. It was rocky from the start. They would fuss and defend and money was tight. They'd have a walkaway and Jimmy would devolve on off on his bike and disappear for days at a prison term. My Mom and Cindy sat side-by-side every Sunday dawning singing in the church choir so she got the scoop every workweek. Cindy was trying to keep the marriage together for the sake of Rachel. I think that they really did caution for one another but that jemmy was just too unripe to live up to his responsibility for any length of time.

I went to college on the five yr plan. I had changed my major in my sophomore twelvemonth from applied science to computing device science and needed some summer form and two extra semesters to graduate. My parents came to the university for my graduation ceremonial and took me out to dinner afterwards to celebrate. I would be starting a new job in three weeks.

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

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

"Hopefully her deadbeat hubby will pay her some money for nestling support !"my father chipped in.
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When I got to my parent's business firm the next day I saw Cindy for the low gear clip in almost six month. She wore dungaree and a White t-shirt and she looked great. The 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 brass. I put my arms around her and hugged her for the first clip in a long metre. Rachel was a pretty piddling holy person. blonde and bluing like her mommy, with a big smile.

At dinner party the night before with my parents the mesmerism had come up that perhaps I could let a room from Cindy in her new firm for a spell to help her out financially. That sounded good to me. I'd be starting a new job soon and would have to get a new place anyway. I certainly wasn't going to live at home. And it would give me an opportunity to help out my sister and get to be intimate my niece a little good. So the plan was that I would take Cindy and Rachel out for pizza and broach the subject at that time.

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

Rachel was ecstatically in favour of the idea. Cindy looked at her watch. It was a little early on for dinner party but what the sin ?

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

"Sure, why not ! My treat. This big first-grader feel hungry and I could eat a minuscule knight !"I said, patting Rachel's headland."And you're looking form of thin, Cindy,"I added, pinching her slim shank."Might motive to fatten you up a little. Besides, we have a lot of catching up to do !"

I drove the three of us to a topical anesthetic pizza front room about a Admiralty mile from the household. Cindy and I ordered a large pizza, a mound 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 living. She was careful not to name Jimmy or the breakup ; we could talk about that later. But she talked enthusiastically about the new dwelling house they would soon be moving to, and described it elbow room by room.

"You know Cindy, I start a new job in three weeks and I will involve to come up a topographic point. I can't populate 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 roomie and I need to find a blank space anyway. I'll be working soon, and we'd be helping each other out. And if it doesn't study, I'll leave."

"Why wouldn't it process ?"

"No rationality 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 advert that you might be looking to pull out the extra room, that's all,"I said."And I need to find a property anyway."

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

Rachel nodded enthusiastically with her mouth replete of pepperoni.

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

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

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

Cindy rose from her chairperson, turned, and I watched her walk to the restroom. Her ass looked o.k. inside her sloshed jeans and her thin tee shirt was tucked in snugly showing off her firm bureau. My new roommate may possess been my baby, but I had to allow in she looked pretty red cent hot.
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A couple weeks later we moved in. I asked my old acquaintance Leon to help oneself. Leon is a six foot six, very physical disastrous dude and we had both played on our senior high school basketball team together. He had a hand truck, which we needed, plus I thought he might come in handy if Jimmy decided to give Cindy any shit when we went to peck up her stuff 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 onto the hand truck and drove off. We had to take a crap a twosome runs from our parents'house too, moving clothing, 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 program 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 food and some beer and wine. When I got back Cindy and Leon were unloading box of kitchen detail and storing them in the cabinets. Leon and I hit the beers immediately and Cindy drank wine-coloured, and over the side by side couple of minute we all got half-lit. Then we ate the food and tope some more. Leon and Cindy seemed to be laughing a lot.

We were all pretty tired from the active day and the drinking, so we started fading pretty soon after that. First Cindy said she was turning in and left to go get make for bed. Leon was in no shape to drive so I fetched him a pillow and some blankets so he could break apart on the lounge. Then I went to bed, which was a bare mattress on the story. I'd decided I would put the beds together tomorrow.

I quickly nodded off, but it was a brief, fitful sleep. I woke up around midnight to go to the toilet and get a drink of water. I heard noises coming from inside the master copy chamber at the end of the mansion. I looked in the sustenance room and the lounge was empty. I stood outside the come together chamber door and heard a low chorus line of moans and groans and a unwavering, wet smacking from inside. I listened for a short while 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 bedchamber and closed the doorway. I was pissed off. It was courteous of Leon to avail 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 ocular of Leon stabbing his licorice pin in and out of my sister. Cindy was vulnerable, separated from her husband, just moving into a new home base with her little young woman, 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 headache. I was hoping Leon would be gone, and he was. I didn't want a showdown with him. I took a shower and some aspirin and then started rummaging through the kitchen for coffee berry, of which there was none. I drove to a convenience store and bought two orotund deep brown and some breakfast biscuits. When I got back to the house Cindy was standing against the kitchen sideboard in her robe. Her hair was wet from the shower.

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

"Thanks, Hugh. I can use some burnt umber and biscuits. I'm hungry after what turned out to be a pretty wild Nox. I'm not used to drinking a all bottle of wine-coloured !"

"Yeah, it looks like it was a state of nature night in more mode 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 know him ?"

"well, that's getting a slight personal isn't it ?"

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

Cindy crossed her arms and glared at me."Oh, hail 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 little too a great deal to drink. And because I have needs. And because I was horny. Anything else ? Savior Christ, Hugh, why are you so upset ? You sound like you're jealous."

"Oh, fuck it,"I said, and left the theatre. I drove around and gradually cooled off and I really couldn't put a finger on why I was reacting the way I was. I filled my day with meaningless activities until I felt it was safety to go back to the theatre with my tail between my legs.
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I stopped to piece up some sandwiches on the way home. When I entered the sign of the zodiac I noticed that Cindy had decorated and arranged the furniture and it really looked like a dwelling house. I took the sandwiches into the kitchen to put them in the refrigerator. 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 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 reduce, white silky gown and was reclined on her bed with her back against a pile of pillows, reading a book. The TV was not hooked up yet. There was a perfumed 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 menage looks big,"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.

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

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

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

"I just needed to get off."

I slid closemouthed 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,"volition you stay and hold me for a little 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 finisher and pulled my arm more tightly around her so my hand was just below her arm pit. Her head was on my shoulder.

We lay there for a while in secretiveness, our torso touching from top to bottom. My cheek was even with the top of her head. I could smell out the odor of strawberry shampoo in her hair and could sense the docile swaying of her amphetamine consistence as she inhaled and exhaled. Every so often she would sigh and change her position ever-so-slightly, and would nestle closer. After several of these subtle move her exit white meat was resting in the palm of my exit hand, and her digit were splayed on my breadbasket and would rise and fall with my breath.

I didn't want to affect my hand, but it took all of my will power to encumber it from trying to cop a more comprehensive feeling. Her tit felt firm and smooth through the lose weight fabric but I dared not proceed to the full stop of doing something I'd regret. This was my Sister, as well as my new roommate, and I didn't want to screw matter up.

But of course, after a few more apprehensive minutes, I couldn't resist. I shifted my consistency and damn, wouldn't you know it, my left hand shifted too and my unit hand then surrounded and cushioned her glorious titty. I gently massaged it and Cindy let out a peep of a moan and thrusted her tit deeper into my paw. I felt her mammilla stiffen in my range and her fingers began to wander over my abdomen.

I kissed the top of her head teacher and lightly caressed her arm with my other hand. We went on like this for many minutes : My hand kneading her yearning knocker, my right hand stroking her arm and brushing her bosom, and the occasional kiss on her headspring. I became bolder and ran my hand along her second joint just inches from what I imagined was one sweet pussy.

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

I slid down so we were face-to-face. Her tongue was delving into the scope of my oral fissure and I sucked her into me. It was the tenacious sustained kissing session I had ever experienced, and it went on and on and on. My dick felt like a steer organ pipe between my legs. I slipped my paw under the behind of her robe and clutched her naked ass.

As we continued our marathon kiss, our knife never stopped dancing as I moved more onto my slope and Cindy more onto her back. I loosened the sash and opened her robe, her slim, sexy body nude underneath. My ovolo and forefinger tinkered with her rigid tit before I slid my hand down across her flat belly to her sultry pussycat and slipped two finger into her. Her manus found my groin and she rubbed my bloated bone.

After a number of cam stroke through the cloth of my short pants, her fingerbreadth started fumbling with the snap and zipper. She opened my bloomers and took my hot, intumesce rod into her bridge player. She stroked me up and down while we put the coating touching on our lip-lock.

When our back talk finally parted Cindy smiled and planted a final, dainty kiss on the tip of my nozzle, like a cherry on top of a delicious dessert. Then she moved down, shoved my shorts to my knee, and wrapped her lips around my anxious turncock. I moaned with delight 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 cock into her mouth with each bob of her head. I fingered her hair and massaged her scalp and I watched with wonderment as my swelled irradiation slid in and out of her mouth.

Cindy was into it, she seemed to really like giving head. And she was sound at it, I'll give her that. Up and down, she lipped and tongued my pecker from the tip to its base. She gagged slightly when my full length reached up into her throat, but that didn't slow her down. She rotated my balls in her finger and squeezed my ass hard with her early bridge player, roiling my spermatozoon and coaxing it upward.

I gently swung my tough gist into her, fucking her pretty face, eager to shoot my thick pot liquor trench into her beckoning mouth.

She sensed when I was nearing my interjection. She half-moaned, half-hummed as she sucked me harder and faster and she scrunched my stony testis and bum in her nimble hands. I screeched and held her head in my manus when I came, shaking violently as her sassing remained plastered around my dick and absorbed spurt after spurt of my stored-up cum. Once my quivering were quelled her head rose up and my live up to tool reappeared from within. I put my mouth on hers and plunged my knife into her cum-filled mouth and she swallowed as we kissed.

I lowered her onto her back and sucked her sass and we launched into another cover muscly kiss. I took my time kissing her neck and shoulders, licking her cleavage and armpits and sucking on her tits. Her nipples looked like enlarged, hardened Hershey candy kiss, begging me to eat them, and I latched onto them with my hungry mouth mightily quick. Cindy oohed and aahed as I suckled and nibbled and chewed on her swelled vesicles and she dug her fingertips pointedly into my cervix 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 topic who it was. And I was determined to return the favor.

After an pass full point of sucking on her turgid bosom, my mouth went south. I slowly kissed every square column inch of her breadbasket, her torso squirming with delight, and licked her navel clean. I ran my tongue around her neatly-trimmed, V-shaped bush, pointing like an arrow to her open slit. I lowered my face to her private parts and she barked like a stamp when my tongue split her scratch and entered her. My tongue stayed in her for some time.

Her hired hand were on my head pulling it into her and she ground her mound into my expression. I clenched her ass with both men and pulled her pussy blind drunk. I surrounded her clit with my sassing and my clapper kept diving. She gripped her leg snugly around my neck opening, melding us into one sarcoid mass. She'd been a gymnast in high schooltime and she obviously had not lost her agility. I ate her twat 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 unspoilt I was getting a cramp in my glossa. Then she came. Savior did she come.

She screamed like a peeved panther and sprayed me like she was marking her spot. Her hands stayed clamped to my point and she continued to mash her cunt into my case as I sucked her. With her erect clit firmly in my mouth, it felt like I was sucking on a peach pit and Cindy's rhythmic grunts told me she liked it. She kept grinding on my flooded face even after she'd emptied her bucket. But my cock had again risen to stiff attention and I could find my parentage boiling against its thin skin.

Gradually her throe slowed. I detached my lip from her clit 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 ceiling. I looked in her eyes for a mo. She licked her lips and nodded.

I leaned forward and atop her. The head of my turncock touched her slippery gash. I kissed her and instantly in a sync news bulletin her natural language sprung into my mouthpiece and her hands grabbed my putz and fed it into her. Her hands gripped my cheek like a bench vise so I squirted my manpower under her and did the Saami. I started fucking her and then her groin got back into the lilt and she was fucking me back, and soon we had a strong, steadily throb going on. Next I felt her fingertips in the tornado of my ass, spreading me, and this made me screw her harder, so she fucked me harder, and I fucked her harder still, and she stayed rightfulness with me. I was fucking her like I was trying to tap her buns out.

After a few proceedings I slowed down and fucked her nice and wanton for a while, pacing myself, wanting it to last and check my discharge. But then our speed picked up again, as did our breathing, as did our moan and groans, and soon we were fucking like two love-starved animals.

When I started to come I thrusted into her as laborious as I could and I cracked my head on the headboard. I came like a suddenly-unkinked hose ; I could palpate the intense surge in my penis as my cum rose up through my shaft, once, twice, and again and again.

I was just about done when Cindy began. Her mouth let out a high-pitched howl and her nails dug into my back and she had another shivering coming and her cum mixed with mine. I felt her warm, fluid discharge environs my dick and seep out of her onto my withered nuts. I collapsed on top of her and kissed her and held her, and my stopcock remained inside her for a long time.
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We were lying arms-in-arms, basking in our lovemaking lightness and pleasantly pooped, when I realized that not a word 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 reflexive and the most instinctive affair in the world.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, me too ; sib with benefits."
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Cindy wrapped her robe around her and I slipped on my shorts. We went into the kitchen to eat soup and sandwiches. Then we cleaned up, went back to the bedroom, got naked and fucked again. Cindy rode me this time, her satiny pussy slithering up and down and all around my prick, and I aided her raising with my hands. She came first this fourth dimension ; she moaned and her torso shook and she poured her hot buttered cum all over me. Then, she did a flawless dismount, took my briary pecker into her mouth and sucked me off. I came in thirty s and scored it a perfect ten.

We slept nude with our consistency blended, getting used to each other. In the early morning I woke and heard her fumbling around in a chest drawer. She had her back to me and in the dusky lighting I saw her hand come behind her to her ass. She was rubbing her hands together when she turned and came back to bed.

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

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

She went down and sucked me for a mo or two until my cock had risen to its utmost morning glory. She rubbed my cock up and down several prison term with greasy deal, then used it as a grip to pull me on top of her as she lay back on the bed. She lifted her torso and guided me into her. I shoved and it slid slowly in. God, it felt unbelievable, but different, tighter, my tool clamped with a firm cushioned friction surrounding its girth. It took me a minute to understand that Cindy had put my hawkshaw into her ass.

I started drilling that asshole pretty good. My tool slid in and out and I could palpate the drag of the cave of her ass on the thin hide of my cock. I held her articulatio humeri in my hands and pumped immobile, her ass expanding and fitting to my cock like a boxing glove one size of it too small. I could feel the wall of her ass scrunch down on my kernel. Cindy put her paw between her ramification and worked her high-sounding clit.

"You like this ?"she rasped.

"An unexpected pleasance,"I said.

"Come in my ass."

We got into some Sceloporus occidentalis swinging then. Her eyes never left mine as I reamed her ; the bed was rocking and her fingers flew like lightning over her expatiate sweet topographic point. My mind possessed only one dogmatic thought process : fuck that ass. The head of my prick had tunnel sight as, minute after lecherous minute, it glided in and out of Cindy's buttery hollow.

"I'm gon na come big,"she finally said. I gripped her bosom like I was holding on for earnest lifespan and rammed her harder.

She wheezed and groaned and I felt her heated effluence sludge onto my dick and thighs as I moved. I kept right on rutting, so near but so far.

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

"Here I come…"I croaked.

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

And I let it rip. She squeezed me with the paries of her intimate ass. I felt it caving in around my dick, apprehension 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 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 moment 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, Good break of day Mom, and by the way, Hugh says Hi too, and he fucked my ass this first light !"

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

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

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

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

"Of course, I understand,"I said.

"What happened is between us."

"I know."

"But maybe if you are useable next Sat night, we could attain a date."

"Really ? What would you care to do ?"

She came over and sat on the bed beside me."Oh, just more of the Saame 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 Sat afternoon and dropping her off at church on Sunday, or picking her up on Friday and bringing her book binding Sat. So I'll have either a Friday or Sat Nox liberate each weekend ; next calendar week it's Saturday."

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

"trade good,"she said."I may throw to get an ass plug though. You know, to keep it ready for you. Bye."

She kissed my lip and was off.
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The following week we were corresponding two ships continually passing in the Nox. Cindy worked days and was a doting mother at night. I made myself just most of the time. I think we were both anxiously awaiting Saturday night. I know I was.

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

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

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

She was barefoot and was wearing a dungaree dress with a foresightful zipper in the front line from the neck all the way down to the hem just above her knees. I pulled the zipper all the way down and opened the clothes wide. I put my arms around her naked skin and kissed her again.

When we were done with our kiss I was already hard. I looked at her beautiful body and grinned. All she wore under that dress were two pasties on her nipples and the scantiest thong I'd ever seen. It was skintight, barely covering her stock split lip and her cameltoe was inviting me. And all three pieces were gleaming, neon blue.

"Wow !"I said.

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

"Fat chance of that."

I knelt before her, pulled her bright blue postage stamp aside and dove right in. I ate that delicious twat right then and there with Cindy leaning with her back against the counter. She put one animal foot on my shoulder, opening herself, giving me number entree, and guided my foreland with her hands. My lips and lingua worked together doing everything they could to have her hot button. I reached behind her and held her ass in my hands. I found the cigaret plug, snugly in piazza, and I twisted and grinded it into her, and did the same with my aspect and her cunt.

She came right there in the kitchen, with her dress open wide and my mind in her genitals. Her spray was profuse and it ran over my face and into my mouth and onto the base. 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 dark. And on Billy Sunday cockcrow she again had to rinse my cum out of her ass before she left for church.

For the next six months or so—twenty-seven consecutive weekends to be exact—we were buff. We were ravenous. We were animal. We were cum machines. But then it had to end.

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

Our hold out night together was a Friday. It was great 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 intersect country for my job. I had gone to a convention in California and met a daughter named Josie and we hit it off really well. We kept in trace and it seemed like a relationship with a future so I ended up moving out there. It seemed like a serious mind ; it was a better job, better pay, plus it got me away from Cindy and any temptations that I would have certainly had.

I married Josie. Our married couple was adept than Cindy's, at least for a few years. We made it knead for a while but it eventually turned to shit. Josie was a secure person but we were a mismatch ; amiss person, right metre, I guess. And the sex was unremarkable, but then after Cindy, who knows, maybe anyone would have come up short. Somehow we made it almost ten age, but the net three or four were not fun. Fortunately we had no tike so we only had to divide our assets and propel on. After the divorce I figured I would move back east, but with publicity and steady salary increases I stayed put another four and a half eld. My animation during those years essentially consisted of two things : workings and trying avoid getting involved with women.

I stayed in tactile sensation with my family of course ; my mother kept me in the loop. Cindy and jimmy had separated and reconciled three unlike sentence before splitting up one utmost clock time and divorcing. Rachel had grown into a wild nipper, into drugs, disaffected and ungovernable and doing her own thing. She moved out of the house on the day she graduated high school day and the folk only saw her around the vacation.

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 marriage, it became a no-brainer. The clock time was right. So, I applied for some jobs, went on some interview, and the timing worked out. I moved back and started my new position three weeks before the wedding.
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The knight bachelor party was a calendar week before the wedding. Mel's skillful man was a guy we'd gone to schooltime with. His moniker was garden 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 buck throwaway burn a hole in his sack. We all knew that if Rocket was in direction of the bachelor-at-arms company, it was going to be a doozy.

He didn't let us down. garden rocket was divorced but he'd managed to keep the house, a big one out in the burbs, with a large slap-up room on the ground floor. There was music performing, subdued inflammation, comfortable furniture and a loaded bar. There were a dozen hombre altogether and all showed up within a few arcminute of the define meter. Drinks started flowing and garden rocket filled us in on what to expect.

"Okay, guy wire,"he said,"Listen up, this is very significant. I got a couple up girls coming over in about an 60 minutes. They're gon na give us all a little show and then they're gon na founder Mel a little show of his own, and then maybe even the rest of us if we're golden. BUT : You can't impact ‘ em. They can pertain us but we can't rival them. So you all got ta hope to behave yourselves, all right ? And being inebriate is no excuse because we'll all be drunk and we'd make lousy spectator. Everybody got it ?"

We all nodded and agreed and continued to go through various souse drinkable. The doorbell rang at the dictate time and projectile ushered in two good-looking Brigham Young women. They both wore Patrick White lab coating and four-inch heel. One was black, form of tall with a thin look, long black wavy fuzz, and she carried a black leather doctor's bag. The early chick was white, a match inch shorter with a cute face, gold earrings and shoulder-length blue hair. I liked her already.

A deep-cushioned love buns had been moved to the pith of the room. This would be their ‘ degree ’. The other article of furniture was arranged in a rophy around it, giving all a soundly view. Except one death chair was movement and center : That's where Mel sat.

The black little girl handed a CD to garden rocket and he put it in the musician and turned to us.

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

"We ready, fellas ?"We all roared.

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

The music was a pulsating Casimir Funk with an down-to-earth feeling, a swampy laid-back groove that the lady friend were instantly moving to, and they both had just moves. They danced around each other for a moment or two, running their hands over their bodies through the blanched fabric of their coats. The bozo whooped when they embraced and had a foresighted, extended kiss, and they clutched each former's asses under the rear of their coats. As they kissed and agitate their butts to the cadence, bluing hair started unbuttoning jet black's gaberdine. The boys hollered again when it came off and was tossed aside. She was gorgeous, recollective and lean with suave, dark chocolate tegument and gymnastic abs. She wore a skimpy smuggled bikini top and a lean black thong that matched the color of her skin, and if I hadn't been so finish I would have sworn she was already naked.

Then Diospyros ebenum returned the favor and unbuttoned wild blue yonder. When her coating came off there was a indulgent gasp of surprise. She had a killer physical structure too, and a blue bra and pantie to match her hair. But what caused the surprise was on her soundbox itself : She was completely covered with myriad tattoos from her shoulders to her toes. She was a human inkpad ; It was hard to spot a square in of bare flesh. There were all variety of look-alike big and little, blanketing her berm, her branch, her back, her stomach, her ass, legs, ankle, feet. Flora, animal, snakes and spider and lounge lizard and cactus and words and arrow and sight and wench and God knows what else, you'd need half a day to see it all, her soundbox was like a travelog of the grotesque. Her navel was the center of some blossom and from her belly button dangled a gold Ernst Boris Chain. And most of the ink was darker, and much of it blue, at to the lowest degree to my eyes. They started going at it.

Ebony was suddenly behind bluing, kissing her neck opening, and peeled off the blueness bra. And damn if those big house tits weren't smothered with tattoos as well, and her perforate nipples displayed shiny Au basketball hoop. After they faced each early again and kissed, Ebony started sucking amobarbital sodium's tits.

As jet black sucked on those pierced, adorned nipples, Blue reached behind her, unhooked her bra and tossed it on the lovemaking seat. jet black then slipped her farsighted black fingers inside the book binding of the blueish panties and wiggled them down, revealing Blue's cunt, its lip also pierced and decorated with hardware. sable pushed those puny pantie all the way down to the level and her promontory wasn't far behind. She was quickly on her knees eating white pussy.

Then they did a little switcheroo and Blue started doing Ebony, and for the next few proceedings went to town on some Black person kitty-cat and tits. The male child were enjoying the show and yelling encouragement to them, often with lewd and obscene hypnotism for their act.

The girls paused while blue air picked up the doctor's bag and opened it. starting time she took out a expectant drinking glass tip jar and placed it on a table. Then she took out a flexible reduplicate dildo, perhaps nine or ten inches long, and they played around with that for a while.

Most of the guys probably already had full-blast hard-on by this time, but if they didn't, what came side by side would have certainly done the trick. As their coordinated soundbox bent to the heartbeat, those daughter ran that dildo between their leg, into their kitty-cat and in and out of their mouths. soot black then wrapped her lips around one top dog of that elastic cock and took it in an inch at a time. I watched her jaws and cervix muscularity working in concert as bit by bit she took it into her throat. The male child went testicle when she had deep-throated almost all of it and only the other son of a bitch was left exposed.

Blue got back into the act. She put her mouth around that exposed mind so she was kissing jet black's lips. Then we watched as their brim and mouths and throat worked in unison and their four hands groped their flesh. Their head word and bodies writhed together for another couple minute of arc and when their lips at survive parted the dildo was completely embedded in wild blue yonder's mouth and pharynx with only the other bastard sticking out of her mouth. The whole bunch erupted in applause and screams of delight when blueing pulled that long rod out of her sass slowly, inch by column inch. She held it up, and it looked massive in her feminine manus. The girlfriend took a bow and then switched their stress to Mel.

The company was in full, erotic swing. Mel got two salt-and-pepper, buck-naked lap dances, and then ebony and blue devil took turns blowing him. He was sucking on a bleak tit and blueness was doing the hand jive with his pecker when his cum flew out into the air, roofy after rope.

The female child then starting flirting and mixing with the guys and pretty soon Sir Thomas More and more prick were coming out, and soon the girls were on their stifle sucking them. I was hoping to cave in Diospyros ebenum a gustatory sensation of mine, and she was working my incline of the room.

But the more I looked at blue air, the Sir Thomas More I wanted to reckon at her. She was almost appalling to depend at but it was voiceless to submit my oculus off of her. She had a not bad body but it was difficult to appreciate it…I couldn't understand why she would require to insure it with all those tattoos. I was sure she'd regret it someday. And her piercings were also over-the-top. She had jewelry decorating her ears, nose, tit, navel point and cunt.

Ebony finally got to me and started rubbing my cock, and then she took it out and went down. But even as I was enjoying her receive backtalk around my soon-to-be-emptied custard launcher, I was still watching Blue. She was just a few base away sucking one guy and jerking off another. She looked incredible, crude like some animal or native in the jungle, almost repulsive. But I couldn't look away ; she drew my eyes like a magnet.

After about an hour and they had satisfied everyone, amobarbital sodium and Ebony put on their lab coat, and stuffed their wearing apparel, heels, dildo and teeming tip jar into the medico's bag. I was watching blue air as she was wrapping the coat around her blighted body when she glanced at me. She caught my eye but quickly looked away. Both young lady'eyes were heavily made-up with big role player thong and eye shadower so I couldn't learn anything into it from across the room.

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

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

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

"They used to be stripteaser down at the Hoochie Coochie nightspot,"he said."The bootleg chick goes by vitreous silica Ballz, with a Z on the end. And the juicy whisker is Dixie Coxxx, with three x's. I have no estimation 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 little act on the side. Pretty honest act, huh ?"

"Yep, sure was."

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

"No, but I know person who might."

"Well, they both work at that beauty shop in that striptease pith on 8th across from the mall."

I knew the place. I thanked him and we ended the call. I looked up the number and called it. I didn't know which name Rachel would be using so I tried to play dumb, as if someone had referred me but I'd forgotten the girl's name. The receptionist went through their roll and when she got to the public figure Rachel I said, ‘ That's it ’. I gave her a epithet and booked a one-hour session for Friday afternoon.
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I walked into the beauty salon 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 study week, if nothing else. I checked in with the receptionist and she had me fill out some forms and then showed me to a room. She pointed to a partition and told me to strip to my boxers and lay face-down on the tabular array and Rachel would be with me shortly.

I glanced at the door when Rachel entered. Her hair wasn't amobarbital sodium, it was her instinctive blond, in braid. She wore scrubs and no makeup, her amobarbital sodium eyes sparkling. I couldn't avail but look through her clothes and guess her inked skin and pierced nipple and puss mouth underneath. This was my niece, I kept telling myself, I must be weirdo ; but here I was.

She didn't say anything at first. She washed and dried her bridge player at the swallow hole and then fiddled with some nursing bottle 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 okey. Nice to be house again. How about you ?"I replied.

"I'm fine. Long sentence no see, huh ? At least until that knight bachelor party, right ?"I agreed with her.

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

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

"OK,"I said. I started to slow down as her skilled fingers kneaded my head and neck."How did you make out to be a massage therapist ?"

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

"A twosome daylight later,"I said."You looked familiar spirit but with the blueish whisker and the eye makeup and the poor firing, plus it had been so retentive since I'd seen you, it totally eluded me. You've grown into quite an attractive young woman."Her hands dug into my shoulders and pep pill back with additional oomph when I said that.

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

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

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

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

"I'm gladiolus you liked it."

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

She was moving from my lower book binding and pouring oil all over my thighs. She again schmeared it liberally over my skin and I felt a chill when her fingernail flicked the quip of my ass.

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

"It depends,"she said."virtually weekends we do one or two, sometimes three. Freddy, the bartender at the Hoochie Coochie golf-club Scripture us. We used to work there as terpsichorean but we got sick of the hours and the way we were treated and having to work the crowd of wino afterwards. buck private parties are much easier and secure. We work a couple 60 minutes and make a lot of money."

I was savoring the atmospheric pressure of her impregnable digit rubbing my buttocks and the back of my thigh. Then she poured more oil on my calves and ankle joint and feet.

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

Rachel laughed and pummeled my calves.

"Okay, flip over,"Rachel said.

I did as I was told. She ran her ovolo 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 mouth some sense into me ? Or to tell me how to survive my life ?"

"Oh no, nix like that. I could tell at the bachelor-at-arms party, you're all grown up ; your life is your own. At start I was attracted to the blackness daughter, but then I found I couldn't take my eyes off of you. That was long before I knew who you were."

"I was watching you too,"she said."I recognized you. When we started mingling I really wanted to go over to where you were but I was afraid. At first I was embarrassed for me, but then I didn't want to embarrass you, or take a crap you uncomfortable. Then when I saw Jen going down on you I was a lilliputian 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 bunch of unknown dick there is some safety and reassurance in sucking someone I know."

I listened to Rachel's incredulous words. My tool 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 exact this out,"Rachel whispered."Is that okay with you ?"

"I didn't know this was that variety 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 arse and she grabbed the elastic waist of my boxers and pulled them off. She poured oil into her hands and gently pumped my rear tool over and over and I moaned softly. She did this for a minute or so, driving me giddily to the edge.

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

She maneuvered her mouth up and down over my beam and every single throw of her bobbing oral sex felt like a mini-orgasm. I then realized that Rachel had an additional piercing I had been unaware of until that moment : her spit. She had some kind of magical studhorse protruding from the top of her tongue and every I fourth dimension it dragged along the length of my cock it felt like my cum was rising up through its dick. 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 drip slowly from her mouth over my stomach and chest and she rubbed in it, and finished my massage. Then she kissed my mouth and slipped her crafty tongue into my mouth 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 best I've ever had !"

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

‘ How often can I come here without raising suspicions ?'I thought to myself as I was getting dressed. I felt great. That young lady is not only one hell of a masseuse, but she gives one hell of a BJ too. On the way out I set an appointment for the succeeding Friday.
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Over the following daylight I constantly thought of Rachel. I was queasy for Friday to come, not just for the massage and the prospect of another blowjob, but to see Rachel. I thought about the blemish consistency underneath those scrubs, the piercings, the grotesqueness of it. I wanted to see that body again, naked. I wanted to tint it, to feel it, to savour it.

I knew it was wrong, she was my niece for Savior's sake, but since I used to have a go at it my sister all those years ago, it didn't seem so shameful to me. All I could cogitate about was Rachel and the he-man in her natural language and how I felt like I was coming every meter she licked along the tegument of my cock.
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I had a ambition about Rachel. I don't think back my dreams very often, and when I do they are usually colorless, like an old inglorious and white motion picture. But my dreaming about Rachel was full of gloss ; blue, of course.

We were naked in bed. Her tomentum was profane, her eye were blue, her body was covered with blue tattoos, and her numerous loops and mountain chain dangling from her several body component part sparkled in contrast. We were kissing and my hands were active all over her discolour figure, and my dick was hanker and hard. Then I was on top of her and she spread her kitty-cat for me, inviting me in, and the inside of her pussy was a bright, liquid blue. But when I tried to enter her my cock turned into a serpent and started squiggling around and darting back and Forth, and as heavily as I tried to put its head word into her blue lagoon, it evaded me, and I would escape her surface gash by an inch or two. She let go of her pussycat lips and they closed and the amber basket fastened to them turned into a prison logic gate, locking her slit, and my snake principal kept banging on the gate, locked out and unable to enter. I awoke in a sweat with my stretched and swollen rod aching. I jerked off hoping it would free the force per unit area and help me get back to sleep.
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I showed up to the beauty parlor the next Friday Thomas More relaxed than the workweek before, but still a piffling anxious with anticipation. Rachel gave a great massage of course, and our conversation was gratis and covered many topics. I asked her about her blue devil hair and she said it was to help oneself retain her two sprightliness part. I asked about the tattoos and how she had come to develop so many. She told me she didn't really bonk, she had gotten one, then another, and another and pretty soon she was addicted. Saami with the piercings : once she got started it was difficult to stop. ‘ Do you like them ?'she asked. I told her that after the initial blow I found it intemperate to look away.

I was hard as granite when I flipped over and Rachel didn't waste any time. She took off my shorts and stroked me and sucked me, and dragged her clapper rivet up and down again and again, each walk like a climax in itself. I was sighing with pleasure, and I wanted to put my script between her legs and palpate her hot twat, but I didn't. I chickened out, not wanting to storm her or break anything. When I came it was a major load, and Rachel kept her mouth clamped around my nub until my consistency stopped vibrating. She swallowed what must make been a hefty taste of cum, and then she kissed me and I held her as our glossa did a slippery dancing, a much longer kiss than the week before.

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

"Why don't you come at five ?"she said."That's my hold out 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 strait of it.
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Rachel was in the lobby when I arrived the future Friday. She greeted me and led me to the massage elbow room. As soon as the door closed behind us she planted a kiss on my backtalk and told me to divest. I went behind the partition and disrobed.

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

So I did. She watched me with a flirtatious grinning as I walked naked the few base 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 make relaxed, the stress of the oeuvre workweek fading away, and anticipating what was to occur. 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 cleft of my ass. She spread my buttocks apart with her fingers and I felt it drip inside. She deep-rubbed my butt muscle for a instant. 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 number of meter and my prick was hard against the thin matt of the table. I stayed that way over the ensuing second as she massaged my legs. When I rolled over my cock stood up at full mast.

Rachel pretended not to notice. She oiled my legs and massaged them from the bed up. When she was working my heights thighs her finger's breadth came within a centimeter of my stopcock and balls, but she didn't relate them. I was gripping the sharpness of the board tightly with bare knuckles, hoping that she would grab it and start going to Town, but she did not. She just moved on to my pep pill 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 engorged globe. Rachel was standing even with my chest, her eyes were blue fire.

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

She bent over and I watched her oral cavity descend and surround my dilate hawkshaw. It quickly disappeared into her and then her brim were kissing the top of my glob. She still had one deal on my scrotum and the other was clamped on my ass.

She gagged a yoke time but she didn't come up for air right away, she kept me in her mouth and pharynx and worked my ass and balls. When she did number up she sucked on my balls and licked my ray of light, dragging her pseudo-orgasmic clapper studhorse along my thin, taut cutis, and then sucked the chief of my gumshoe like a syphon. Then with what seemed alike no crusade she enveloped me with her sassing and once again the capitulum of my cock was in the back of her throat.

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

Within Rachel's up-and-coming digit my sack was about to detonate and transport its cargo skyward. I tried to muffle my groan with my pep pill arm, but it was loud enough to signal to her that I was about to do. She whipped her mouth off of me, her teeth briefly pinching the tip. Instantly she squeezed the shaft of my hammer in her paw and placed her thumb over the gob, locking in my cum. She started licking me, dragging that stud up along the skin of my turncock, from base to tip. She did this over and over, simulating my orgasm, but not allowing my cum to miss. When she finally did, I was like a bottle rocket blasting off, my sperm cell launching out of me into the air, onto Rachel's hired hand, and her face, and my body.

Rachel licked some of my cum off her finger's breadth and wiped her cheek with a towel."well, now that there is one glad camper,"she said.

I pulled her to me, put my arms around her and kissed her, my tongue diving deep for the spot where my dick had been. It was a long kiss and she used my prick as a handle.

"Where do you require to go for a beverage ?"she asked.

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

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

"Really ? What was his name ?"

"Sheila,"she said.

"Oh,"I said."Uh, okey, 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 BM at the far recess of the bar facing the door. I wanted to see her establish her entrance.

The bartender had just put my beer on the bar when she walked in. She looked pretty hot, as expected. Her blond tomentum was down on her shoulder joint. She wore skintight black jeans, black heart and a soft cream sweater with the arm rolled up to her human elbow, exposing her tattooed forearms. She spotted me and smiled and I felt a little tingle in my loins as I watched her walking over. She kissed my mouth and took the stool to my left.

"Sorry I'm a slight late,"she said, and ordered a chalk of merlot.

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

She looked and smelled fresh from a shower, emitting a tangy perfume. She was braless : I could see the impression of her nipple and gold rings through the thin fabric of the sweater.

"Well, I hope you didn't have to fight 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-pitched. Her school-age child were dilated and the sister bluing of her eyes was shoved to the edges.

We talked for a little while and ordered another round. We talked about our jobs and I was measured not to ask too many doubt about her stunt woman life even though I was curious 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 hollo me on my 21st birthday."She sighed and took a gulp of her drink.

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

"What do you entail ?"

"You seem a little buzz or something."

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

"Not much to evidence,"I said."typical generic 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 clip like the present."

"Now ?"I asked.

"Sure, why not ?"

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

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

I opened the passenger door for her and she got in. As soon as I was behind the roulette wheel and my doorway was shut she was on me. Her redress manus molded around my stopcock and her spit jabbed into my mouthpiece. I could sample red vino and felt the rivet scrape my tongue, which instantly sent me back, and my putz hardened as I imagined it tracing the hanker border of it.

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

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

"I want to take reward of this !"she said, squeezing my dick again.

It was only a ten minute drive to my firm. We didn't talk for a span minutes and then Rachel broke the silence.

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

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

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

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

"Yep. It's assuredness, too."she said, touching my buttock."I've seen so many faces of you already tonight. You're beautiful. I want to search 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 tinker's damn since college."

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

I pulled into my garage a twosome minutes later. While Rachel used the bathroom I pulled a can of beer out of the electric refrigerator and popped the top. I took a retentive wrench on the beer and wondered what the fuck I was doing. The beer was nearly gone when Rachel came out of the bathroom.

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

We walked upstair and into my bedroom. Rachel opened her handbag and put a yoke small tubes on the end board. Then she came over to me.

"reefer out your glossa,"she said.

"Rachel, I don't know…"

"Oh, don't be an old fart. pin out your tongue. 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 knife out and Rachel put a lowly art object of blotter paper on it. It melted away by the time she had unbuttoned my shirt. I pulled her sweater over her headland as she unzipped my pant. Now topless, the seductive repugnance of her tarnished pulp 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 shoes and wind sleeve and knickers. She stepped back and I gazed at her slim, inked body as it tapered into the top of her cubby, blackamoor dungaree. She kicked off her place and swiveled her hips as she opened her zipper detent by clink. She hooked her quarter round into her pockets, shook her ass and pushed her dungaree to the floor and stepped out of them. She tore off her lean black thong and threw it aside. Her beautiful physical structure, blemished by ink, and her ripe Young snatch, weighted by amber, was right in front of me. I reached out for her and she came into my limb and straddled my ramification with hers. I felt her kitty-cat hardware press against my sensitive cock.

"I wan na sit on your face !"she barked, and pushed me back on the bed. Her body writhed up onto me and her crotch was in my look and just that ready I was eating slit. I could smell and taste the stiff, fresh funk of her unseasoned bit along with the metallic seasoning of her jewelry as she grinded into me.

"Chew me,"Rachel said."plug on my closed chain. That's it."

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

"Yes, that's it, that's in force,"she said."Get that slit gracious and hot and wet and set up for your putz !"

I started feeling a minuscule queasy as I licked her salty oyster. I remembered from the old days this was the acid starting to lease hold and it would legislate. Rachel squirmed and hissed. I sucked hard on her clitoris like I was trying to unsay it raw.

"Oh, fuck !"she shouted, and pushed her shaved mound harder into my face, her bitch rings pinching my mouth."Bite me. Eat me."

I kept munching and her clitoris felt large in my mouth. Rachel squealed every clip I softly bit into it and I could finger the swollen insistence of it pushing back against my surrounding lips. She started bouncing up and down, increasing the tension of tooth and twat, and her kitty-cat slobbered into my mouth. ‘ Ugh, Ugh ’, she grunted with each velvety rebound.

My torso now felt very long and skinny, like my 175 pounds had been stretched from six feet to nine. The queasiness was eroding away and each taste of Rachel had become an ambrosial pleasure. Every lick, every suck seemed to lastly, every gustatory modality savored over. And I was now painfully aware of my cock—it felt fat and difficult and ponderous like a slice of marshy lumber.

After what seemed like an hour of gumptious 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 spine. She pulled my hired hand so I was atop her."Put that cock inside me."

I spread her legs and knelt between them. I looked at her body with renewed befuddlement, a gaudy smorgasbord of shapes and words and landscapes and brute and plant spirit. My hallucinations were now coming in mercurial waves of Thomas More and less intensity. I tried not to be distracted from the job at hand.

"piece of tail me. And talk dirty to me,"she said.

"talking dirty ? Why ?"I asked.

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

My putz looked to me like it was two feet farsighted and six inch all-inclusive. There was no conceivable way it could fit into the slim cunt of Rachel. But just as the tip was about to touch her jewelry-clad cunt, her pussy lips spread wide and opened like the mouth of a piranha…the mouth was profane inside, too…and the piranha swallowed up all two understructure of me.

I started swinging into her very gently, wondering how this lean, young girl could learn in a two invertebrate foot cock without splitting apart, and I didn't want to hurt her.

"Come on, Uncle Hugh, you can do better than that,"Rachel said, and she started humping me difficult and tight."Fuck me !"

I obliged and her cunt felt like a creamy pleasure wrapped around me. Every millimeter of my member soaked up the ecstatic warmth of her luscious, feathery vagina and every clinch of her cunt around it and every thrust it made into her seemed to last ten instant, although at our feverish pace in couldn't have been to a greater extent than one.

"lecture 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 !"

"okay, you're a strumpet. 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 fuck you,"I barked.

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

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

"Yes ! I want to add up on you."

"Well, hurry up you little whore."

The words felt uncanny coming out of my mouth but it seemed to bend her on even more. She dug her painted nails into my cover and smacked her pussy into me harder and pinched my hammer with her inner walls.

The coral snake on her right field tit coiled as if it were going to walk out 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 voice cracking.

"Harder !"Rachel said.

Then the scorpion on her lead 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."finish your eyes and keep on fucking me. I want to get !"

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

"I'm gon na come !"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 arcminute. Each upsurge rose up through me in extra-slow motion, and replayed itself over and over and the way was an sound reflection of my moan and the lush slapping of groins.

"Keep fucking me !"Rachel yelled.

I did. We kept pounding each other, for minute of arc which felt like hours, and then at cobbler's last, Rachel squealed like a get pig and climaxed, releasing a river of cum out of her dispirited predator 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 wanderer crawl around on her hip.

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

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

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

"Thanks for a neat fuck,"she said."And what an coming ! I could get used to that."

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

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

She pinched my fingers with her pussy and grabbed my dick with her handwriting. She pushed me onto my stomach and got onto my back. She kissed my neck opening 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 clapper did not. Each lick, each flick, each graze of her tongue was extended and resonated even as the next one began. Then her tongue delved in, filling my ass with its slushy indistinctness and it fucked me with smooth, slow poke, and it felt like a foot prospicient inside me.

After what seemed like a long metre she stopped."parent up your ass,"she said.

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

Her hand worked my stopcock as her glossa worked my ass and I groaned into the pillow with each of her acid-enriched effort. My dick felt fat and full in her fist as she wanked it and in my Lucille Ball a caldron of cum was heating up.

Her lingua slithered out of my ass. Then she tugged my cock down and back through my legs and wrapped her mouth around it. I wrenched my body in that direction to belittle the hyperextended song on my cock. Her fingerbreadth were on my orb and in my ass and she sucked me with a loud, slurpy strong point.

Eventually…and again, time lapse was inscrutable…Rachel started her tongue-stud magic, tracing it along the bent-back ray of light of my penis. Each power microscope slide of that stud up the side of my delicate dick was probably one or two seconds, but each one felt like ten, and it felt so potent I could hardly suffer it. After a short infinity Rachel took it into her rima oris again and sucked with a vengeance, and soon I came, one slow-moving current after another, like a heavyset wag being sucked up through a narrow straw.

When I was emptied Rachel gave me back my shaft and took her finger out of my ass and we slept.
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When we woke in the sunup the world was pattern again. The spiders and snake in the grass again were torpid on Rachel's ink-black pelt, 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 slit was make and she put me rightfield in. Without even so a lot as a ‘ Good aurora ’, we were fucking. The bed frame screeched as I pounded her. I called her a prostitute and a loose woman and a prick and soon I shot a few heavy Mexican valium of spermatozoan into her. I must suffer slowed down some as I released because she yelled at me.

"Keep fucking me !"she ordered.

So I accelerated my pounding, called her a bitch and a tramp steamer and a few other alternative Word until she came at last in a loud, extended spasm.
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We took rain shower and then I drove her back to where she'd left her car. She asked me what I was doing the following Th night.

"Th ?"I asked.

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

"Oh, I see."

"Can I come over Thursday night ?"

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

"Right, no acid,"she laughed.
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That Thursday would be our lowest sentence. I made no more rub down 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 terminate. Rachel was a messed-up youth madam and I was not helping affair. She's fucked up, I'm fucked up. Hopefully I wasn't fucking her up even more. But knowing how salutary it would be, I figured what the hell, one more meter for the road wouldn't hurt.

We went to the chamber and methodically unappareled. I was briefly appalled by her tattoo-marred physical structure, but then of row, I was mesmerized at the Same time.

I came three times in the future two minute ; Rachel came once. My first time was in her mouth. Then I went down on her and ate her and sucked her clit until I was good and difficult again. I mounted her and stuck my cock into her boggy cunt. I banged her like a tom tom over and over, grunting with each thrust, like I was declaring war on her pussycat. Looking at her blemish physical body I felt like some primitive fucking a barbarian wench in the jungle. I called her dirty names, came inside her, kept fucking her, and called her more dingy name calling, until finally she unloaded like a willow tree blowing in the wind.

After a brief respite our fingers 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 second fingerbreadth in.

"Yeah. Fuck my ass,"she croaked.

She wiggled to the bedside and took one of the tubes she'd left on the end board. She squeezed a generous sum of money 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 Virgin asshole. She opened it all-embracing for me. I put my purpurate helmet to her rim and pushed. Soon I was banging her hard from the bottom up. After a couple minutes of relentless reaming and listening to Rachel moan and groan, I sent another tankful of cum mysterious into her ass.

I pulled out and watched my ejaculate backflow out of her. There was a twine of cum hanging from the head of my dick.

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

"Can I derive with you ?"she asked.

"Huh ?"I said, with a bewildered look.

"I want you to piss on me."

"What ?"

"peeing on me."

I shook my capitulum and went into the bathroom and closed the door. I peed into the stool with half a boner.
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That was the last meter I saw her. I knew it couldn't continue, no matter how good the blowjob were. There was no future to it anyway, we both knew that, so what was the point in time ? It was all just suddenly too much to imbibe. 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 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 acid. But I may get realized some things too. The last metre I'd been with Rachel, when I was pumping my dick into her over and over and waiting for her to derive, I was thinking about my babe. I hadn't been in jot with Cindy since I'd been back, although I'd been meaning to commit her a call. So on Monday night, I called her.

When Cindy answered she was surprise to take heed me on the other end of the line. Since it had been such a prospicient metre, our conversation was hesitant at first. But within a few minutes we were talking like old supporter, as if hardly any time had passed.

We talked about our man and wife, our divorce, our jobs and the family line. She told me about all the trouble Rachel had gotten into during her teen days, and how she started stripping right after high school. She said jimmy had gotten remarried and was now divorced for the second time. We compared bank note on our love lives and established that there were no significant others. We talked for over two 60 minutes and throughout the intact call option there was hardly a dead minute. I asked her out to dinner.

On Friday even after work I picked her up at her condominium. It was a modest two chamber where she had lived alone for the by four years since Rachel had moved out after graduating from high school.

Cindy looked sensational. She was now in her other forties but could feature passed for very much younger. She was still slim and shapely and if she was trying to look sexy she had accomplished her goal. Her blond hair was foresighted and crinkled and she wore grey-headed linen pants and a futile black shirt that showed off her hair's-breadth and toned arms. As soon as I was through the doorway she hugged me and kissed my cheek. I told her how fabulous she looked and how groovy 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 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 fourth dimension. I wondered what she was thinking behind her child blue Peeping Tom. As we were finishing up dinner party I asked her if she'd like to kibosh somewhere for a drink.

"Sure,"she said."Or we could go back to my piazza ; it may be more prosperous. I make a mean martini."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

fountainhead, almost naked, I should say. I had to peel off Cindy's Ne profane pasties and G-string first.
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