BLUE TABOO

My deary colour is bluing. It always has been, for as long as I can remember. My eyes are blasphemous. Girls I've been attracted to have blue eye. My car is blue. I wear downhearted denim a lot. blueing was always the one people of colour that jumped out at me, more bright than all the others.

I was a teenager before I had an eye examination and learned that I was the proud owner of a life-threatening pillowcase of red-green colorblindness. When I learned that, everything started to make more sense. bluing always stood out to me because it's one of the only coloring I can really see.

When you have a color deficiency like mine, virtually colors blend and look kind of the Lapplander. I can't see shades or appreciate color like most mass. Red-brown-orange-green and variations thereof tend to run together. For example, at a traffic illumination, the red and xanthous look the same and the Green River is a washed-out gray. And if there is a red plosive speech sound sign in straw man of a green tree, forget about it, to my eyes it isn't even there.

I remember when we would play baseball when I was a kid. If a grass-stained ball got fouled off into the dope or the Sir Henry Wood and I went to count for it, I could search for twenty minutes and never find it…it blended right in with the foliage…while another kid would saunter over and pick it right up. It would be in front of me and I couldn't see it. I also stepped in a lot of dog shit that the former nipper would see and step around.

Most of my wearing apparel were blue, especially if I picked them out, because I couldn't match any other colour. I occasionally would get barrels of jest from my friends with my creative wear combinations. When my sister or parents gave me clothes as a gift, it was usually in gibe sets.
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My older baby has always been a very attractive and pop girl. When I was still in grade school day I remember a unfluctuating stream of boys calling her on the telephone and coming to the planetary house to plunk her up. Some of my buddies liked to come over to our house 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 appreciate the opposite sex, I could appreciate my sister Cindy. I was proud of her. She was hot.

Cindy was the whole package. Slim, medium peak, ample bosom, Nice seat, long blond hairsbreadth and bright blue eyes. Her body would wrench heads and she knew how to clip. She had a pair of blotto wild blue yonder blue jean shorts that hugged her ass like psychiatrist wrap, and when she'd wear them with a hempen necktie or a thermionic vacuum tube top it was intemperately to front away. She also had a bit of a wild streak.

When Cindy was nineteen geezerhood old she started seeing a biker named Jimmy. He was always cool off with me but our parents didn't care for him right from the get-go. He was rough-cut and very jumpy around the edge. He came from a lower-class, fatherless home, had poor manners and could be rather flip and disrespectful to multitude without even realizing it. Whatever attracted Cindy to Jimmy is anybody's conjecture ; maybe she was just being rebellious. But he'd zoom up to the house on his Harley and Cindy would hop on the dorsum and off they'd go.

Sometimes she'd be back the same Night and former times she'd be gone for days. Our parents were not secretive about their notion about jimmy, which probably made Cindy more specify to see him. I think they were hoping the relationship would run its trend and then Cindy would incur a nice man to settle down with. But all of that went out the window when Cindy got herself knocked up.

In those solar day, in our category, there was only one selection : They were going to get wed. jemmy started hemming and hawing, saying how he wasn't fix and he was too youthful to get get married and all that, but my old man put him straight pretty damn quick. Jimmy was going to marry Cindy, that's all there was to it. And that's what happened.

There was a hastily-arranged wedding and a half-ass response, and Cindy and jimmy were married man and wife with a baby on the way. I helped them move into a tatty row star sign in the city. I was only over there a couple time after that ; it was pretty depressing. It was in a shady neighbourhood and the elan of article of furniture and décor was what I would describe as ‘ Early poorness ’.
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I was a aged in high schoolhouse when their baby was born, a beautiful niggling female child 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 plate for Christmas. But my mother kept me updated on their marriage. It was rocky from the commencement. They would niggle and fight down and money was tight. They'd have a laugher and jimmy would ride off on his bicycle and melt for days at a sentence. My Mom and Cindy sat side-by-side every Sunday morning telling in the Christian church choir so she got the liquid ecstasy every week. Cindy was trying to keep the wedding together for the sake of Rachel. I think that they really did aid for one another but that Jimmy was just too immature to live up to his responsibility for any length of time.

I went to college on the five year plan. I had changed my major in my sophomore class from engineering to computer science and needed some summer course of instruction and two extra semesters to graduate. My parents came to the university for my graduation ceremony and took me out to dinner afterwards to celebrate. I would be starting a new job in three weeks.

It was during dinner party when my mother broke the tidings 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 humble house,"my female parent told me."It's a three bedroom, but I'm afraid that things will be awfully pie-eyed for her financially. She will need to find a roommate."

"Hopefully her defaulter married man will pay her some money for kid reinforcement !"my begetter chipped in.
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When I got to my parent's sign of the zodiac the side by side day I saw Cindy for the starting time time in almost six months. She wore jeans and a white t-shirt and she looked bang-up. 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 door and kissed my cheek. I put my arms around her and hugged her for the first time in a long metre. Rachel was a pretty little angel. blonde and blue like her mamma, with a big smile.

At dinner the night before with my parents the hint had come up that perhaps I could rip a way from Cindy in her new house for a spell to aid her out financially. That sounded right to me. I'd be starting a new job soon and would have to get a new piazza anyway. I certainly wasn't going to live at house. And it would give me an opportunity to help out my Sister and get to know my niece a slight better. So the architectural plan was that I would take Cindy and Rachel out for pizza and broach the subject area at that time.

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

Rachel was ecstatically in favor of the idea. Cindy looked at her scout. It was a trivial early for dinner but what the infernal region ?

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

"Sure, why not ! My treat. This big first-grader flavour hungry and I could eat a small horse !"I said, patting Rachel's read/write head."And you're looking sort of slim down, Cindy,"I added, pinching her slenderize waist."Might penury 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 pie parlor about a mile from the sign. Cindy and I ordered a heavy pizza, a pitcher of beer for us and a big Coke for Rachel. She asked me about college and she briefly filled me in on what had been happening in her spirit. She was thrifty not to mention Jimmy or the legal separation ; we could tattle about that later. But she talked enthusiastically about the new domicile 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 need to incur a position. I can't live with Mom and Dad for very long, I'd go bonkers. Would you consider renting a room to me ?"

"To you ? Really ?"

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

"Why wouldn't it exploit ?"

"No grounds 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 mention that you might be looking to rip out the additional way, that's all,"I said."And I need to find a situation anyway."

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

Rachel nodded enthusiastically with her mouth wide-cut of pepperoni.

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

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

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

Cindy rose from her chair, turned, and I watched her walk to the restroom. Her ass looked fine inside her besotted jeans and her slender t-shirt was tucked in snugly showing off her firm chest. My new roommate may own been my sister, but I had to accept she looked pretty damn hot.
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A twain weeks later we moved in. I asked my old friend Leon to help. Leon is a six foot six, very strong-arm Negroid gallant and we had both played on our high school basketball team together. He had a truck, which we needed, plus I thought he might fare in handy if jimmy decided to give Cindy any shit when we went to foot up her poppycock at his row house. But we were prosperous. 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 hand truck and drove off. We had to make a dyad runs from our parents'house too, moving wear, furniture, bed and cartons full of numerous odds and ends.

It was dinnertime by the prison term we were all moved in and everything was in its place. It was a Fri and Leon didn't have design for the evening so we invited him to delay for dinner and bent 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 for thought and some beer and wine. When I got back Cindy and Leon were unloading boxwood of kitchen items and storing them in the cabinets. Leon and I hit the beers immediately and Cindy drank wine, and over the next couple of hours we all got half-lit. Then we ate the intellectual nourishment and drank 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 gear up for bed. Leon was in no shape to drive so I fetched him a pillow and some mantle so he could crash on the couch. Then I went to bed, which was a bare mattress on the floor. I'd decided I would put the beds together tomorrow.

I quickly nodded off, but it was a legal brief, off-and-on sopor. I woke up around midnight to go to the bathroom and get a drink of water. I heard noises coming from inside the master sleeping accommodation at the end of the hall. I looked in the keep room and the sofa was empty-bellied. I stood outside the conclude chamber door and get a line a low chorus of moans and groan and a steady, wet smacking from inside. I listened for a piddling while and there was no mistaking Leon's croaky oink and Cindy's murmuring reply to his thrusts.

I was cursing under my breathing spell when I went back to my chamber and closed the door. I was pissed off. It was nice of Leon to help us move, but where does he get off thinking he could get it on my Sister as a fillip ? 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 licorice stick in and out of my sister. Cindy was vulnerable, severalise from her husband, just moving into a new home with her little girlfriend, and Leon takes advantage like that. I steamed for a while before finally falling back to sleep.
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I woke up former with a headache. I was hoping Leon would be gone, and he was. I didn't want a confrontation with him. I took a exhibitioner and some aspirin and then started rummaging through the kitchen for coffee, of which there was none. I drove to a convenience memory and bought two large java and some breakfast biscuits. When I got back to the house Cindy was standing against the kitchen counter in her robe. Her hair's-breadth was wet from the shower.

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

"Thanks, Hugh. I can use some coffee and biscuits. I'm hungry after what turned out to be a pretty wild Night. I'm not used to drinking a hale feeding bottle of wine-colored !"

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

"Huh ?"Cindy said.

"For you and Leon,"I said.

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

"Why did you do it ?"

"Do what ?"

"You know. Why did you have to fuck him ?"

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

"Cindy, I asked him to help us move, not to get along put the motility on my sister."

Cindy crossed her arms and glared at me."Oh, arrive 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 much to drink. And because I have need. And because I was horny. Anything else ? Jesus Christ, Hugh, why are you so upset ? You sound like you're jealous."

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

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

"Can we speak for a minute of arc ?"I asked.

"Sure,"she said and closed the book.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I just needed to get off."

I slid airless 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 oculus and asked,"testament you stay and hold me for a small while ?"

"Of class,"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 hand was just below her arm pit. Her question was on my shoulder.

We lay there for a patch in silence, our body touching from top to penetrate. My boldness was flush with the top of her point. I could smell the scent of strawberry mark shampoo in her hair and could feel the lenify swaying of her upper berth consistence as she inhaled and exhaled. Every so often she would suspire and change her lieu ever-so-slightly, and would nestle closer. After several of these subtle movements her left breast was resting in the palm of my left mitt, and her fingers were splayed on my breadbasket and would rise and fall with my breath.

I didn't want to move my deal, but it took all of my will power to restrain it from trying to cop a more comprehensive feel. Her tit felt firm and smooth through the thin textile but I dared not proceed to the point in time of doing something I'd sorrow. This was my sister, as well as my new roomy, and I didn't want to cheat things up.

But of course, after a few more apprehensive minutes, I couldn't resist. I shifted my eubstance and damn, wouldn't you know it, my left hand shifted too and my whole hand then surrounded and cushioned her resplendent titty. I gently massaged it and Cindy let out a peep of a groan and thrusted her tit deeper into my helping hand. I felt her pap stiffen in my grasp 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 minute of arc : My handwriting kneading her yearning breast, my right hand stroking her arm and brushing her tit, and the occasional kiss on her head. I became bolder and ran my hand along her thigh just inches from what I imagined was one afters pussy.

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

I slid down so we were opposite. Her glossa was delving into the reaches of my back talk and I sucked her into me. It was the longest free burning kissing session I had ever experienced, and it went on and on and on. My dick felt like a lead pipe between my legs. I slipped my hand under the fanny of her robe and clutched her naked ass.

As we continued our battle of Marathon kiss, our tongue never stopped dancing as I moved more onto my side and Cindy more onto her spinal column. I loosened the window sash and opened her gown, her slim, sexy consistence nude underneath. My ovolo and forefinger tinkered with her rigid nipple before I slid my hand down across her flat belly to her sultry pussy and slipped two fingers into her. Her handwriting found my groin and she rubbed my bloated bone.

After a telephone number of separatrix through the fabric of my underdrawers, her fingers started fumbling with the snap and zip fastener. She opened my pants and took my hot, tumefy rod into her mitt. She stroked me up and down while we put the finishing sense of touch on our lip-lock.

When our rim finally parted Cindy smiled and planted a final examination, dainty osculation on the tip of my olfactory organ, like a cherry on top of a delightful dessert. Then she moved down, shoved my short pants to my knees, and wrapped her sassing around my nervous shaft. I moaned with pleasure and raised my inguen to her face. I took off my shirt and tossed it aside.

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

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

I gently swung my tough meat into her, fucking her somewhat face, eager to spud my thick booze deep into her beckoning mouth.

She sensed when I was nearing my ejaculation. She half-moaned, half-hummed as she sucked me voiceless and faster and she scrunched my stony balls and butt in her spry hands. I screeched and held her head in my hands when I came, shaking violently as her mouth remained soaked around my stopcock and absorbed jet after squirt of my stored-up cum. Once my palpitation were quelled her straits rose up and my satisfied cock reappeared from within. I put my mouth on hers and plunged my tongue into her cum-filled backtalk and she swallowed as we kissed.

I lowered her onto her binding and sucked her rima oris and we launched into another draw out muscly kiss. I took my time kissing her neck and berm, licking her cleavage and axillary fossa and sucking on her nipple. Her mamilla looked like enlarged, hardened Milton Snavely Hershey Kisses, begging me to eat them, and I latched onto them with my hungry mouth right 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 sentiment in my mind that this was my Sister. I'd just had the most vivid blowjob no affair who it was. And I was determined to return the favor.

After an pass period of sucking on her bombastic titties, my mouth went south. I slowly kissed every square inch of her abdomen, her torso squirming with delight, and licked her navel fair. I ran my spit around her neatly-trimmed, V-shaped Bush, pointing like an arrow to her undetermined cunt. I lowered my boldness to her genital organ and she barked like a seal when my natural language split her twat and entered her. My glossa stayed in her for some time.

Her hands were on my foreland pulling it into her and she ground her mound into my face. I clenched her ass with both hands and pulled her pussy tight. I surrounded her clitoris with my lips and my tongue kept diving. She gripped her wooden leg snugly around my neck, melding us into one sarcoid mass. She'd been a gymnast in in high spirits school and she obviously had not lost her lightsomeness. I ate her snatch 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 expert I was getting a cramp in my tongue. Then she came. Jesus did she come.

She screamed like a peeved puma and sprayed me like she was marking her spot. Her workforce stayed clamped to my head and she continued to crunch her slit into my grimace as I sucked her. With her intumescent clit firmly in my mouth, it felt like I was sucking on a peach pit and Cindy's rhythmic oink told me she liked it. She kept grinding on my flooded look even after she'd emptied her bucket. But my dick had again risen to stiff attention and I could feel my lineage boiling against its cut skin.

Gradually her throes slowed. I detached my rima oris from her button and kissed it. I licked her cum from her lips and thighs. I rose to my stifle and she saw my engorged, glistening cock pointing at the ceiling. I looked in her eye for a moment. She licked her rim and nodded.

I leaned forward and atop her. The head of my turncock touched her slippery gash. I kissed her and instantly in a contemporise flash her natural language sprung into my back talk and her hands grabbed my pecker and fed it into her. Her men gripped my buttocks like a bench vise so I squirted my script under her and did the same. I started fucking her and then her groin got back into the swing and she was fucking me back, and soon we had a hard, firm throbbing going on. Next I felt her fingertips in the crack of my ass, spreading me, and this made me have a go at it her gruelling, so she fucked me heavy, and I fucked her harder still, and she stayed rightfield with me. I was fucking her like I was trying to knock her bottom out.

After a few proceedings I slowed down and fucked her dainty and tardily for a while, pacing myself, wanting it to last and delay my release. But then our amphetamine picked up again, as did our ventilation, as did our moans and moan, and soon we were fucking like two love-starved animals.

When I started to issue forth I thrusted into her as intemperately as I could and I cracked my head on the headboard. I came like a suddenly-unkinked hose ; I could feel the intense spate in my phallus as my cum rose up through my beam, once, twice, and again and again.

I was just about done when Cindy began. Her lip let out a high howling and her nails dug into my backbone and she had another shivering orgasm and her cum immix with mine. I felt her warm, fluid discharge surround my cock and seep out of her onto my shrunken nuts. I collapsed on top of her and kissed her and held her, and my cock remained inside her for a long time.
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We were lying arms-in-arms, basking in our passion light and pleasantly pooped, when I realized that not a Holy Scripture 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 robotlike and the most natural thing in the macrocosm.

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

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

"I never would receive 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 glaze heart and said,"Well, you're a pretty good fuck yourself, little brother."

She kissed me and our knife 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 antediluvian history. But this made up for it,"she said, squeezing my dick.

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

"Yeah, me too ; Siblings with benefits."
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Cindy wrapped her gown around her and I slipped on my drawers. We went into the kitchen to eat soup and sandwiches. Then we cleaned up, went back to the bedroom, got raw and fucked again. Cindy rode me this meter, her slick pussy slithering up and down and all around my cock, and I aided her heave with my manpower. She came first this sentence ; she moaned and her dead body shook and she poured her hot buttered cum all over me. Then, she did a flawless dismount, took my burry woodpecker into her mouth and sucked me off. I came in thirty seconds and scored it a perfect ten.

We slept nude with our bodies blended, getting used to each other. In the early morning I woke and heard her fumbling around in a dresser drawer. She had her back to me and in the dusky twinkle I saw her hand 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, in effect morning, I didn't know if you were awake,"she said, and kissed me. Then she touched my half-staff member and added,"Is this big guy awake yet ? Let me say ‘ good morning'to him."

She went down and sucked me for a minute or two until my tool had risen to its extreme break of the day glory. She rubbed my peter up and down various multiplication with oily hands, then used it as a handle to pull me on top of her as she lay back on the bed. She lifted her torso and guided me into her. I shoved and it slid slowly in. God, it felt unbelievable, but different, tighter, my shaft clamped with a firm cushioned friction surrounding its girth. It took me a moment to bring in that Cindy had put my dick into her ass.

I started drilling that mother fucker pretty good. My peter slid in and out and I could feel the drag of the cave of her ass on the thin pelt of my cock. I held her berm in my hands and pumped debauched, her ass expanding and fitting to my cock like a boxing glove one size too pocket-sized. I could feel the walls of her ass scrunch down on my centre. Cindy put her hand between her branch and worked her blow up clit.

"You like this ?"she rasped.

"An unexpected pleasure,"I said.

"seminal fluid in my ass."

We got into some swift swinging then. Her centre never left mine as I reamed her ; the bed was rocking and her fingers flew like lightning over her enlarged honeyed spot. My idea possessed only one dogmatic thought : nookie that ass. The head of my shaft had tunnel visual sense as, minute after lecherous second, it glided in and out of Cindy's buttery cakehole.

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

She wheezed and groaned and I felt her heated outflow ooze 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 unworthy hands. She wanted to ram a finger's breadth up my ass but she couldn't quite reach. But just the thought of her long sexy finger jolting my asshole was all it took, and I soon felt my cum rising to climax. It was now my turn to groan.

"Here I come…"I croaked.

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

And I let it rip. She squeezed me with the wall of her interior ass. I felt it caving in around my shaft, speck after speck, 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 instinctive size of it and my cum seeped out and onto the bed.
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"I have to get set to go to church,"Cindy said.

We'd been lying in bed recovering for twenty dollar bill 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, trade good dawning Mom, and by the way, Hugh says Hi too, and he fucked my ass this morning !"

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

"Yes, it was. And it will sacrifice me something to reckon 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 can I watched her get dressed.

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

"Of path, I understand,"I said.

"What happened is between us."

"I know."

"But maybe if you are useable next Saturday night, we could take a crap a date."

"Really ? What would you like to do ?"

She came over and sat on the bed beside me."Oh, just to a greater extent of the same is delicately with me,"she said, grinning. She kissed me and our tongues wrestled for a minute.

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

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

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

She kissed my rim and was off.
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The following week we were like two ships continually passing in the night. Cindy worked days and was a doting mother at night. I made myself scarce nigh of the time. I think we were both anxiously awaiting Saturday nighttime. I know I was.

On Midweek I bought her a tooshie male plug, wrapped it and left it on top of her toilet table. The future 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 unspoilt and she'd probably be grinding her ass into her desk chair 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 counter chopping vegetables. She turned to present me and came into my implements of war 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 apparel with a foresightful zip in the strawman from the cervix all the way down to the hem just above her knees. I pulled the zipper all the way down and opened the apparel blanket. I put my blazonry around her nude 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 schism backtalk and her cameltoe was inviting me. And all three man 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 risque postage postage stamp aside and dove right hand in. I ate that delectable kitty-cat right then and there with Cindy leaning with her back against the buffet. She put one foot on my shoulder, opening herself, giving me total access, and guided my head teacher with her hands. My lips and natural language worked together doing everything they could to stimulate her hot push button. I reached behind her and held her ass in my hands. I found the butt stopper, snugly in place, and I twisted and grinded it into her, and did the Saami with my face and her cunt.

She came right there in the kitchen, with her wearing apparel assailable wide and my school principal in her crotch. Her spray was profuse and it ran over my face and into my mouth and onto the story. We didn't even wipe it up—we left the pool for later. We made our way to her bed and fucked and sucked all night. And on William Ashley Sunday morning she again had to wash off my cum out of her ass before she left for church.

For the next six calendar month or so—twenty-seven serial weekends to be exact—we were lovers. We were wolfish. We were animal. We were cum simple machine. But then it had to end.

Over the previous couple of calendar month Jimmy had been contacting Cindy Thomas More and coming on pretty strong, urging her to get back together with him. He loved her, he said. He loved Rachel, it would be best for her to have a Dad around. He had changed and would pull in things right. Cindy at first was torn, but the guilt trip trip Jimmy laid on her worked. She gradually weakened and agreed.

Our last Nox together was a Friday. It was cracking as always, and even more intense. We fucked harder and louder than ever. It was as if we both wanted to be feeling it for a month. Soon Jimmy would be moving in and I'd be moving out.
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I moved crossing country for my job. I had gone to a convention in California and met a girl named Josie and we hit it off really well. We kept in touching and it seemed like a family relationship with a future so I ended up moving out there. It seemed like a good melodic theme ; it was a bettor job, full pay, plus it got me away from Cindy and any enticement that I would have certainly had.

I married Josie. Our marriage was secure than Cindy's, at least for a few years. We made it cultivate for a while but it eventually turned to give away. Josie was a respectable person but we were a mismatch ; damage person, right clock time, I guess. And the sex was routine, but then after Cindy, who knows, maybe anyone would give come up dead. Somehow we made it almost ten old age, but the last three or four were not fun. Fortunately we had no fry so we only had to part our assets and move on. After the divorce I figured I would move back east, but with advancement and steady salary increases I stayed put another four and a one-half years. My life during those yr essentially consisted of two thing : workings and trying void getting involved with women.

I stayed in touch with my family of course ; my female parent kept me in the loop. Cindy and Jimmy had separated and reconciled three different times before splitting up one in conclusion time and divorcing. Rachel had grown into a wild kid, into drugs, rebellious and indocile and doing her own matter. She moved out of the house on the day she graduated high-pitched school and the household only saw her around the holiday.

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 week before the wedding ceremony.
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The bachelor party was a week before the wedding. Mel's Charles Herbert Best man was a guy we'd gone to school with. His soubriquet was Rocket, so that might tell apart you something about him. rocket was the kind of guy who was always first into the kitty, afraid of nothing, spared no expense and never let a dollar bill burn a hole in his air hole. We all knew that if arugula 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 theatre, a big one out in the burbs, with a heavy great room on the ground level. There was medicine playacting, subdued lighting, comfy furniture and a lade bar. There were a twelve cat altogether and all showed up within a few minutes of the specified meter. Drinks started flowing and rocket filled us in on what to expect.

"Okay, guys,"he said,"Listen up, this is very significant. I got a couplet girls coming over in about an minute. They're gon na give us all a petty show and then they're gon na give Mel a piffling show of his own, and then maybe even the remainder of us if we're lucky. BUT : You can't ghost ‘ em. They can touch us but we can't bear upon them. So you all got ta promise to behave yourselves, all right wing ? And being drunk is no excuse because we'll all be drunk and we'd make dirty watcher. Everybody got it ?"

We all nodded and agreed and continued to consume respective alcoholic beverages. The buzzer rang at the prescribed metre and rocket ushered in two better-looking young cleaning lady. They both wore white lab coat and four-inch cad. One was black, form of tall with a thin face, recollective total darkness wavy pilus, and she carried a dim leather doctor's bag. The other chick was white, a couple in shorter with a cute look, gold earrings and shoulder-length blue tomentum. I liked her already.

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

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

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

"We ready, fellow ?"We all roared.

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

The music was a beat blue funk with an crude flavor, a squashy laid-back vallecula that the girls were instantly moving to, and they both had good moves. They danced around each other for a moment or two, running their men over their bodies through the egg white fabric of their coats. The guy whooped when they embraced and had a long, extended buss, and they clutched each early's posterior under the rear of their coating. As they kissed and stimulate their laughingstock to the musical rhythm, Blue hair's-breadth started unbuttoning pitch black's duster. The boys hollered again when it came off and was tossed aside. She was gorgeous, long and lean with politic, dark-skinned chocolate tegument and athletic abs. She wore a lean black bikini top and a skimpy black lash that matched the people of color of her cutis, and if I hadn't been so close I would have sworn she was already naked.

Then ebony returned the favor and unbuttoned amobarbital sodium. When her coat came off there was a soft gasp of surprisal. She had a killer body too, and a blueness bra and panty to match her tomentum. But what caused the surprise was on her body itself : She was completely covered with myriad tattoos from her shoulders to her toes. She was a man pad ; It was intemperately to spot a square inch of naked frame. There were all kind of images big and small, blanketing her shoulders, her limb, her back, her stomach, her ass, pegleg, mortise joint, metrical foot. plant life, beast, snakes and spider and lizards and cactus and Good Book and arrows and pot and birds and God knows what else, you'd need half a day to see it all, her body was like a travelogue of the grotesque. Her navel was the center of some flower and from her belly button dangled a gold strand. And most of the ink was darker, and much of it drab, at least to my eye. They started going at it.

jet black was suddenly behind blue sky, kissing her cervix, and peeled off the blue angel bra. And shit if those big business firm tits weren't smothered with tattoos as well, and her pierced mamilla displayed bright atomic number 79 hoops. After they faced each former again and kissed, Diospyros ebenum started sucking Blue's tits.

As Ebony sucked on those pierced, adorned nipples, Blue reached behind her, unhooked her bra and tossed it on the love bottom. Ebony then slipped her farseeing black fingers inside the cover of the blue panties and wiggled them down, revealing Blue's cunt, its lips also pierced and decorated with hardware. Ebony pushed those puny scanty all the way down to the base and her top dog wasn't far behind. She was quickly on her knees eating white pussy.

Then they did a petty switcheroo and Blue started doing pitch black, and for the next few minutes went to town on some black twat and tit. The male child were enjoying the show and yelling encouragement to them, often with lewd and obscene suggestions for their act.

The miss paused while bluing picked up the doctor's bag and opened it. start she took out a enceinte methamphetamine hydrochloride tip jar and placed it on a mesa. Then she took out a flexible duplicate dildo, perhaps nine or ten inches long, and they played around with that for a spell.

Most of the cat probably already had full-blast hard-ons by this time, but if they didn't, what came next would have certainly done the trick. As their organise bodies bent grass to the beat, those girls ran that dildo between their peg, into their cunt and in and out of their mouths. Ebony then wrapped her lips around one head of that elastic cock and took it in an inch at a time. I watched her jaws and neck muscles 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 early son of a bitch was left exposed.

Blue got back into the act. She put her mouth around that open head so she was kissing ebony tree's lip. Then we watched as their lip and back talk and throats worked in unison and their four paw groped their frame. Their brain and bodies writhed together for another couple minutes and when their back talk at lowest parted the dildo was completely embedded in Blue's mouth and pharynx with only the other bastard sticking out of her backtalk. The whole crew erupted in applause and shrieking of delectation when blueness pulled that long rod out of her mouth slowly, in by inch. She held it up, and it looked monumental in her feminine hand. The girlfriend took a bow and then switched their focus to Mel.

The party was in full moon, erotic swing. Mel got two salt-and-pepper, buck-naked lap dance, and then coal black and blue devil took turns blowing him. He was sucking on a Shirley Temple tit and Amytal was doing the helping hand jive with his pecker when his cum flew out into the air, rope after rope.

The girls then starting flirting and mixing with the guys and pretty soon more and Sir Thomas More dicks were coming out, and soon the miss were on their articulatio genus sucking them. I was hoping to give Ebony a taste of mine, and she was working my side of the room.

But the more I looked at bluing, the more than I wanted to look at her. She was almost appalling to reckon at but it was gruelling to take my eyes off of her. She had a great body but it was unmanageable to appreciate it…I couldn't understand why she would require to cut across it with all those tattoos. I was sure she'd regret it someday. And her piercings were also over-the-top. She had jewellery decorating her ears, nose, nipples, umbilicus and cunt.

ebony tree 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 experienced mouth around my soon-to-be-emptied custard launcher, I was still watching blue air. She was just a few animal foot away sucking one guy and jerking off another. She looked incredible, primitive like some animate being or native in the hobo camp, almost repulsive. But I couldn't depend away ; she drew my eyes like a magnet.

After about an hr and they had satisfied everyone, blue sky and jet black put on their lab coats, and stuffed their clothes, heels, dildo and teeming tip jar into the MD's bag. I was watching blue devil as she was wrapping the coat around her blighted soundbox when she glanced at me. She caught my eye but quickly looked away. Both girls'eyes were heavily made-up with big fake whip and eye shadow so I couldn't interpret anything into it from across the room.

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

When I had briefly caught bluing's eye I thought I had seen a glint of the offset of a smile for an trice before she looked away, but I couldn't be sure. There was an corpuscle of recognition in there somewhere but I couldn't for the life of me place it. It nagged at me for sidereal day and narrowly eluded me like an evasive word on the tip of your tongue. Then one Nox I was lying in bed reliving it for the umptieth fourth dimension, and it hit me. Blue was my niece.
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I hadn't seen Rachel for yr. From what I'd been told, several years back she'd left home mighty out of high schooltime, did her own thing, and had made herself scarce ever since. But I was now surely it was her, something about her centre and her almost-smile had triggered a years-old subtle recollection.

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

"They used to be striptease down at the Hoochie Coochie Club,"he said."The blackness chick goes by Crystal Ballz, with a Z on the end. And the low hair is Dixie Coxxx, with three x's. I have no idea what their genuine gens 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 good act, huh ?"

"Yep, sure was."

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

"No, but I know someone who might."

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

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

I glanced at the room access when Rachel entered. Her hair's-breadth wasn't Amytal, it was her natural blond, in plait. She wore scrubs and no makeup, her blue eye sparkling. I couldn't help but look through her clothes and conceive of her inked skin and pierced nipples and snatch lips underneath. This was my niece, I kept telling myself, I must be gaga ; but here I was.

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

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

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

"I'm fine. prospicient time no see, huh ? At least until that unmarried man party, right ?"I agreed with her.

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

"I am going to pop out with your head and oeuvre my way all the way down to your feet, okay ? Then we'll pass you over and play our way back up. Let me make love if there are any field you don't want me to massage."

"OK,"I said. I started to relax as her skilled finger's breadth kneaded my head and cervix."How did you occur to be a massage therapist ?"

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

"A yoke days later,"I said."You looked familiar but with the blue hair and the eye makeup and the poor ignition, plus it had been so hanker since I'd seen you, it totally eluded me. You've grown into quite an attractive untried woman."Her hands dug into my shoulders and upper back with spear carrier pizzaz when I said that.

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

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

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

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

"I'm glad you liked it."

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

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

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

"It depends,"she said."Most weekends we do one or two, sometimes three. Freddy, the bartender at the Hoochie Coochie golf club al-Qur'an us. We used to run there as professional dancer but we got pale of the 60 minutes and the way we were treated and having to work the crowd of drunks afterwards. common soldier parties are much leisurely and safer. We work a couple hours and make a lot of money."

I was savoring the imperativeness of her strong finger rubbing my fanny and the dorsum of my thighs. Then she poured more oil on my sura and ankles and feet.

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

Rachel laughed and pummeled my calves.

"Okay, flip over,"Rachel said.

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

"So, Uncle Hugh,"she said after a import,"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 verbalise some sense into me ? Or to tell me how to live my life ?"

"Oh no, zip like that. I could tell at the bachelor party, you're all grown up ; your life is your own. At first I was attracted to the black-market girlfriend, 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 hinder you, or make you uncomfortable. Then when I saw Jen going down on you I was a niggling 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 strange cocks there is some prophylactic and reassurance in sucking someone I know."

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

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

"I didn't know this was that kind of governing body,"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 pliant waist of my boxers and pulled them off. She poured oil into her hands and gently pumped my erect putz over and over and I moaned softly. She did this for a minute or so, driving me giddily to the edge.

"You have a prissy pecker,"she whispered, and took it into her mouth.

She maneuvered her mouth up and down over my shaft and every single apoplexy of her bobbing principal felt like a mini-orgasm. I then realized that Rachel had an additional piercing I had been unaware of until that moment : her knife. She had some form of magical stud protruding from the top of her tongue and every single metre it dragged along the duration of my prick it felt like my cum was rising up through its shaft. I came like Krakatoa with my own hot lava fighting to get out of the Crater on the head of my gumshoe. When my ejaculation was finally over Rachel let my cum drip slowly from her back talk over my venter and chest and she rubbed in it, and finished my massage. Then she kissed my lips and slipped her dodgy tongue into my oral cavity and I tasted semen and mint. She washed her hands at the sink.

"tinker's dam, 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 untested lady is not only one hell of a masseuse, but she gives one the pits of a BJ too. On the way out I set an appointee for the future Friday.
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Over the following days I constantly thought of Rachel. I was anxious for Friday to add up, not just for the massage and the chance of another blowjob, but to see Rachel. I thought about the defaced body underneath those scrubbing, the piercings, the grotesqueness of it. I wanted to see that body again, naked. I wanted to touch it, to palpate it, to taste it.

I knew it was untimely, she was my niece for Christ's sake, but since I used to get it on my babe all those years ago, it didn't seem so scandalous to me. All I could recollect about was Rachel and the stud in her knife and how I felt like I was coming every sentence she licked along the tegument of my cock.
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I had a dream about Rachel. I don't remember my woolgather very often, and when I do they are usually colourless, like an old black and white movie. But my dream about Rachel was broad of color ; blue, of course.

We were naked in bed. Her hairsbreadth was racy, her eyes were blue, her physical structure was covered with blue tattoos, and her numerous loops and chains dangling from her various body parts sparkled in contrast. We were kissing and my hands were active all over her colored person anatomy, and my gumshoe was long and grueling. Then I was on top of her and she spread her kitty-cat for me, inviting me in, and the inside of her cunt was a bright, liquid blue. But when I tried to accede her my cock turned into a snake and started squiggling around and darting back and forth, and as hard as I tried to put its head into her blueness lagoon, it evaded me, and I would omit her unfold slash by an in or two. She let go of her pussy rim and they closed and the gold ring fastened to them turned into a prison logic gate, locking her cunt, and my serpent head kept banging on the gate, locked out and unable to participate. I awoke in a swither with my stretched and swollen rod aching. I jerked off hoping it would relieve the pressure and assist me get back to sleep.
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I showed up to the salon the future Friday to a greater extent relaxed than the workweek before, but still a little anxious with prevision. Rachel gave a slap-up massage of form, and our conversation was liberal and covered many topics. I asked her about her aristocratical hair and she said it was to assist sustain her two lives distinguish. I asked about the tattoos and how she had come to acquire so many. She told me she didn't really know, she had gotten one, then another, and another and pretty soon she was addicted. Same with the piercings : once she got started it was hard to stop. ‘ Do you care them ?'she asked. I told her that after the initial shock I found it punishing to front 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 tongue rivet up and down again and again, each passing play like a climax in itself. I was sighing with pleasure, and I wanted to put my hired hand between her legs and palpate her hot twat, but I didn't. I chickened out, not wanting to surprise her or deflower anything. When I came it was a major lading, and Rachel kept her mouth clamped around my heart until my body stopped vibrating. She swallowed what must deliver been a hefty mouthful of cum, and then she kissed me and I held her as our tongues did a slippery terpsichore, a much longer kiss than the week before.

As Rachel was finishing up she asked me if I'd be coming in the next Fri. 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."

"auditory sensation like a with child idea,"I said. I didn't know what she meant by ‘ or something ’, but I liked the phone 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 room access closed behind us she planted a kiss on my lips and told me to undress. I went behind the sectionalisation and disrobed.

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

So I did. She watched me with a coquettish smiling as I walked naked the few human foot to the massage table with half a hard-on. I lay face-down on the tabular array and Rachel started doing her thing. I was totally relaxed, the stress of the work workweek fading away, and anticipating what was to come. But she still had a surprise for me.

She poured oil on my ass and legs and I felt some of the warm fluid ooze into the crack of my ass. She spread my tooshie apart with her digit and I felt it drip inside. She deep-rubbed my can muscle for a minute of arc. Then I hissed when I felt her fingerbreadth dip into my asshole.

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

Her finger's breadth glided easily in and out of my ass a number of prison term and my prick was hard against the slight matt of the table. I stayed that way over the ensuing transactions as she massaged my legs. When I rolled over my cock stood up at full phase of the moon mast.

Rachel pretended not to notice. She oiled my legs and massaged them from the rear end up. When she was working my high thighs her fingers came within a centimeter of my cock and balls, but she didn't concern them. I was gripping the boundary of the table tightly with bare knuckles, hoping that she would grab it and commence going to town, but she did not. She just moved on to my amphetamine body.

We hadn't said anything for a piece. I thought maybe there was something wrong that I was unaware of ; my idea 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 overindulge Lucille Ball. Rachel was standing even with my chest, her centre were bluing fire.

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

She bent over and I watched her mouth descend and surround my distend putz. It quickly disappeared into her and then her lips were kissing the top of my balls. She still had one mitt on my scrotum and the former was clamped on my ass.

She gagged a couple time but she didn't come up for air right away, she kept me in her lip and throat and worked my ass and globe. When she did come up she sucked on my balls and licked my dick, dragging her pseudo-orgasmic tongue scantling along my thin, taut skin, and then sucked the head of my dick like a syphon. Then with what seemed like no effort she enveloped me with her mouth and once again the read/write head of my cock was in the binding of her throat.

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

Within Rachel's industrious fingers my sacque was about to explode and direct its payload skyward. I tried to dampen my moan with my upper arm, but it was loud enough to signalize to her that I was about to follow. She whipped her mouth off of me, her teeth briefly pinching the tip. Instantly she squeezed the quill of my putz in her mitt and placed her thumb over the hole, locking in my cum. She started licking me, dragging that stud up along the tegument of my prick, from base to tip. She did this over and over, simulating my sexual climax, 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 finger's breadth and wiped her human face with a towel."Well, now that there is one happy camper,"she said.

I pulled her to me, put my subdivision around her and kissed her, my clapper diving deep for the place where my prick had been. It was a long kiss and she used my shaft as a handle.

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

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

"Uh, how about Bella's, on 12th ? In about an hr ? 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, 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 feces at the far street corner of the bar facing the door. I wanted to see her do her entrance.

The bartender had just put my beer on the bar when she walked in. She looked pretty hot, as expected. Her blond hair was down on her shoulders. She wore skin-tight black denim, black pump and a soft cream perspirer with the sleeve rolled up to her elbows, exposing her tattooed forearms. She spotted me and smiled and I felt a little shiver in my loins as I watched her walk over. She kissed my lips and took the stool to my left.

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

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

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

"fountainhead, I hope you didn't have to fight off too many citizenry to hold open my seat,"she said."Because after the massage you had, you must be much too unwind to put up much of a fight."She smiled and squeezed my thigh.

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

She seemed a fiddling high. Her pupils were dilated and the sister blueing of her eyes was shoved to the edges.

We talked for a trivial while and ordered another unit of ammunition. We talked about our problem and I was careful not to ask too many questions about her double lifetime even though I was curious as hell.

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

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

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

"Really, why ?"

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

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

"What do you mean ?"

"You seem a niggling buzzed or something."

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

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

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

"Anytime…there's not a good deal to see, though."

"There's no sentence 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 XXX is doing with the hottie in her betimes 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 bicycle and my room access was shut she was on me. Her right mitt molded around my putz and her lingua jabbed into my mouth. I could try red wine and felt the stud scrape my tongue, which instantly sent me back, and my dick hardened as I imagined it tracing the hanker edge of it.

"Take me home,"she said."display 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 meter I saw you lying ass-up in the massage room."

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

"I want to guide advantage of this !"she said, squeezing my dick again.

It was only a ten minute ride to my house. We didn't talking for a couple minutes and then Rachel broke the silence.

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

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

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

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

"Yep. It's cool, too."she said, touching my impudence."I've seen so many faces of you already tonight. You're beautiful. I want to explore your consistence 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 shit since college."

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

I pulled into my service department a yoke minutes later. While Rachel used the can I pulled a can of beer out of the fridge and popped the top. I took a retentive clout on the beer and wondered what the ass I was doing. The beer was nearly gone when Rachel came out of the bathroom.

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

We walked upstairs and into my chamber. Rachel opened her bag and put a couple small tubing on the end board. Then she came over to me.

"Stick out your glossa,"she said.

"Rachel, I don't know…"

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

I stuck my lingua out and Rachel put a pocket-sized piece of blotting paper paper on it. It melted away by the time she had unbuttoned my shirt. I pulled her perspirer over her head as she unzipped my trouser. Now topless, the seductive repulsion of her tarnished figure 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 pants. She stepped back and I gazed at her slim, inked body as it tapered into the top of her cubby, grim jeans. She kicked off her shoes and swiveled her articulatio coxae as she opened her zipper click by pawl. She hooked her thumbs into her pockets, shook her ass and pushed her jean to the floor and stepped out of them. She tore off her skimpy shameful thong and threw it aside. Her beautiful trunk, blemished by ink, and her ripe untried slit, weighted by gold, was decent in front of me. I reached out for her and she came into my arms and straddled my legs with hers. I felt her pussy ironware insistence 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 face and just that ready I was eating pussy. I could reek and try out the strong, fresh Funk of her young snatch along with the metallic seasoning of her jewelry as she grinded into me.

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

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

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

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

"Oh, screwing !"she shouted, and pushed her shaved mound harder into my look, her cunt band pinching my sass."Bite me. Eat me."

I kept munching and her clit felt large in my back talk. Rachel squealed every time I softly bit into it and I could experience the swollen pressure of it pushing back against my surrounding mouth. She started bouncing up and down, increasing the stress of dentition and twat, and her cunt slobbered into my sassing. ‘ Ugh, Ugh ’, she grunted with each velvety rebound.

My body now felt very long and skinny, like my 175 pounds had been stretched from six base to nine. The restlessness was eroding away and each gustatory perception of Rachel had become an nectarous delight. Every lick, every suction seemed to hold up, every preference savored over. And I was now painfully cognisant of my cock—it felt fat and heavy and heavy like a bit of waterlogged lumber.

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 fork from my face.

"shag me !"she blurted, and rolled onto her dorsum. She pulled my 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 regenerate bewilderment, a garish motley of shapes and words and landscapes and animal and works life. My hallucinations were now coming in Mercurial waves of more and less intensity. I tried not to be distracted from the task at hand.

"screw me. And sing dirty to me,"she said.

"Talk dirty ? Why ?"I asked.

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

My dick looked to me like it was two feet foresighted and six column inch astray. There was no conceivable way it could fit into the reduce slit of Rachel. But just as the tip was about to touch her jewelry-clad twat, her pussy lips spread broad and opened like the oral fissure of a piranha…the mouth was blue inside, too…and the piranha swallowed up all two feet of me.

I started swinging into her very gently, wondering how this slight, young missy could occupy in a two foot cock without splitting apart, and I didn't want to injure her.

"cum on, Uncle Hugh, you can do better than that,"Rachel said, and she started humping me toilsome and loyal."Fuck me !"

I obliged and her cunt felt like a creamy joy wrapped around me. Every millimeter of my member soaked up the ecstatic warmth of her delicious, feathery vagina and every squeeze of her pussy around it and every thrust it made into her seemed to last ten instant, although at our feverous footstep in couldn't have been more than one.

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

I asked her why and fucked her harder.

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

"Yeah."

"Say it."

"Say what ?"

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

"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 lie with you,"I barked.

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

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

"Yes ! I want to fare on you."

"wellspring, hurry up you petty whore."

The watchword felt Wyrd coming out of my mouth but it seemed to turn her on even more. She dug her painted nails into my back and smacked her cunt into me surd and vellicate my hammer with her interior walls.

The coral Snake River on her right tit coiled as if it were going to fall upon 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 allow 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 eyes and celebrate fucking me. I want to come !"

So I closed my optic and kept fucking her. But I knew the lethal snake and venom-filled arachnoid were on either English ready to pounce. Then I felt my cum about to boil over.

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

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

"Keep fucking me !"Rachel yelled.

I did. We kept pounding each other, for minutes which felt like hours, and then at last, Rachel squealed like a stick pig and climaxed, releasing a river of cum out of her aristocratic pirana 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 suck a lot of cocks as part of our act, but I only give the rest of me to a man if I care about him."

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

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

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

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

"It just helps me total, that's all. Makes it intense."

She pinched my finger's breadth with her pussy and grabbed my cock with her paw. She pushed me onto my tummy and got onto my back. She kissed my neck and shoulder joint and all down my spine. She kissed my ass and I gasped when she spread my cheeks apart and licked my asshole.

Another waving was hitting me so I closed my eyes and focused on her fluffy tongue dancing around my rim. Time slowed to a escargot's pace, hardly moving, but her clapper did not. Each lick, each picture, each graze of her tongue was extended and resonated even as the succeeding one began. Then her tongue delved in, filling my ass with its slushy softness and it fucked me with smooth, retard dig, and it felt like a substructure long inside me.

After what seemed like a yearn time she stopped."bring up up your ass,"she said.

With my foreland 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 buckram dick and started jerking it and her tongue went back into occupation on the rim of my ass.

Her hired hand worked my cock as her natural language worked my ass and I groaned into the pillow with each of her acid-enriched movements. My dick felt fat and all-embracing in her fist as she wanked it and in my orb a cauldron of cum was heating up.

Her knife slithered out of my ass. Then she tugged my shaft down and back through my legs and wrapped her mouth around it. I wrenched my body in that direction to minimise the hyperextended strain on my cock. Her finger's breadth were on my glob and in my ass and she sucked me with a loud, slurpy forte.

Eventually…and again, time lapsing was inscrutable…Rachel started her tongue-stud trick, tracing it along the bent-back shaft of my penis. Each power slide of that stud up the side of my frail dick was probably one or two seconds, but each one felt like ten, and it felt so potent I could hardly resist it. After a curt infinity Rachel took it into her back talk again and sucked with a vengeance, and soon I came, one slow-moving stream after another, like a slurred trill being sucked up through a specify straw.

When I was emptied Rachel gave me back my dick and took her finger out of my ass and we slept.
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When we woke in the morning the humanity was pattern again. The wanderer and Snake again were dormant on Rachel's inky peel, and although I was somewhat groggy I was seeing straight. My pecker was straight as well, and Rachel noticed.

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

I rolled on top. Her twat was ready and she put me right in. Without even so much as a ‘ Good sunrise ’, we were fucking. The bed form screeched as I pounded her. I called her a cocotte and a slut and a cocksucker and soon I shot a few heavy 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 pounding, called her a twat and a hiking and a few other choice words until she came at go in a loud, lengthy 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 Thursday night.

"Th ?"I asked.

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

"Oh, I see."

"Can I get over Th night ?"

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

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

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

I already knew we had to discontinue. Rachel was a messed-up young lady and I was not helping things. She's fucked up, I'm fucked up. Hopefully I wasn't fucking her up even more. But knowing how safe it would be, I figured what the pit, one more clock time for the road wouldn't hurt.

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

I came three time in the next two hours ; Rachel came once. My first off time was in her mouth. Then I went down on her and ate her and sucked her clit until I was good and hard again. I mounted her and stay put my putz into her sloppy cunt. I banged her like a tom tom over and over, grunting with each thrust, like I was declaring war on her slit. Looking at her disfigure flesh I felt like some rude fucking a beast wench in the jungle. I called her dirty epithet, came inside her, kept fucking her, and called her more dirty public figure, until finally she unloaded like a willow tree blowing in the wind.

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

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

"You like that ?"I asked, and jammed a second finger in.

"Yeah. Fuck my ass,"she croaked.

She wiggled to the bedside and took one of the tube she'd left on the end table. She squeezed a generous sum of money of lubricating substance into her hired hand. She fingered her asshole and coated my dick. I spun her around face-down on the bed.

Hers was no Virgo the Virgin asshole. She opened it widely for me. I put my over-embellished 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 moan, I sent another tankful of cum deep into her ass.

I pulled out and follow my semen backflow out of her. There was a string of cum hanging from the school principal of my dick.

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

"Can I follow with you ?"she asked.

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

"I want you to piss on me."

"What ?"

"water on me."

I shook my heading and went into the bathroom and closed the door. I peed into the can with half a boner.
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That was the lowest clip I saw her. I knew it couldn't continue, no matter how good the cock sucking were. There was no future to it anyway, we both knew that, so what was the stage ? It was all just suddenly too much to assimilate. The thought of fucking my niece was one thing ; but fucking a world-hardened harlot who wants to be pissed on and goes out workweek after week sucking oodles of rooster is something else altogether. I had no idea how to deal with that.
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I'd seen a lot of crazy things while fucking on the back breaker. But I may ingest realized some things too. The last clock time I'd been with Rachel, when I was pumping my hawkshaw into her over and over and waiting for her to fall, I was thinking about my sister. I hadn't been in cutaneous senses with Cindy since I'd been back, although I'd been meaning to hold her a outcry. So on Monday night, I called her.

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

We talked about our marriages, our divorces, our business and the folk. She told me about all the worry Rachel had gotten into during her teen twelvemonth, and how she started stripping right after high school school. She said Jimmy had gotten remarried and was now divorced for the second time. We compared notes on our love lives and established that there were no significant others. We talked for over two hours and throughout the entire claim there was hardly a dead second. I asked her out to dinner.

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

Cindy looked sensational. She was now in her early forties but could have passed for very much untested. She was still reduce and shapely and if she was trying to expect sexy she had accomplished her goal. Her blond hair was long and rippled and she wore greyish linen pants and a bootless black 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 fabulous she looked and how great it was to see her. After a abbreviated tour of the condo she gathered up her purse and we were off.

We had dinner at a fooling seafood firm. Cindy had lobster and I had a combo phonograph recording. Our conversation again was free-flowing, and we peered into each other's heart a few sentence. I wondered what she was thinking behind her baby blue peeper. As we were finishing up dinner party I asked her if she'd like to stop somewhere for a drink.

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

We went back to her billet and I watched Cindy fix our drinks. Then we sat on her couch, sipped our swallow 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 mistake going back with jemmy, that's for for sure,"she said."But you know what they say about hindsight."

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

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

I took her hand and held it. Then I raised it to my sassing 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,"Siblings 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 manpower roamed our consistence as we made out, and then without a discussion, 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 nude, and we made hot, beautiful love.

Well, almost naked, I should say. I had to peel off Cindy's neon blue pasties and G-string first.
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