BLUE taboo

My favorite color is blue. It always has been, for as prospicient as I can commemorate. My optic are blue. missy I've been attracted to accept blue middle. My car is blue-blooded. I wear low denim a lot. blue was always the one colouring that jumped out at me, more bright than all the others.

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

When you have a colouring deficiency like mine, most coloring material blend and look kind of the like. I can't see ghost or prize color like well-nigh people. Red-brown-orange-green and sport thereof tend to run together. For model, at a traffic luminance, the red and yellow look the like and the green is a faded gray. And if there is a red stop sign in front of a fleeceable 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 orchis got fouled off into the sens or the Ellen Price Wood and I went to wait for it, I could look for 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 end of me and I couldn't see it. I also stepped in a lot of dog shucks that the early kids would see and tread around.

Most of my wearing apparel were blue, especially if I picked them out, because I couldn't match any other colors. I occasionally would get barrels of laughs from my Friend with my creative wear combinations. When my sister or parents gave me clothes as a gift, it was usually in pit sets.
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My older sister has always been a very attractive and popular girl. When I was still in place school I remember a steady stream of boy calling her on the phone and coming to the house to beak her up. Some of my buddies liked to get along over to our theatre hoping to get a glimpse of her. She was four geezerhood older—quite a gap when you're a kid—but as soon as I was old enough to treasure the opposite sex, I could apprize my sister Cindy. I was proud of her. She was hot.

Cindy was the unhurt software system. Slim, medium height, plenteous titty, dainty cigaret, long blonde hair and promising blue centre. Her body would turn heads and she knew how to prune. She had a brace of tight blue angel blue jean drawers that hugged her ass like shrink wrap, and when she'd wear them with a hangman's halter or a thermionic tube top it was intemperately to count away. She also had a bit of a wild streak.

When Cindy was xix class old she started seeing a biker named jimmy. He was always cool with me but our parents didn't care for him right from the get-go. He was rough-cut and very rough around the boundary. He came from a lower-class, fatherless menage, had poor manners and could be rather summerset and aweless to people without even realizing it. Whatever attracted Cindy to Jimmy is anybody's guessing ; maybe she was just being rebellious. But he'd soar up to the firm on his Harley and Cindy would hop on the back and off they'd go.

Sometimes she'd be back the Lapp dark and early clip she'd be gone for days. Our parents were not secretive about their feelings about Jimmy, which probably made Cindy more determined to see him. I think they were hoping the human relationship would run its course and then Cindy would recover a decent man to decide down with. But all of that went out the windowpane when Cindy got herself knocked up.

In those solar day, in our family, there was only one option : They were going to get married. jimmy started hemming and hawing, saying how he wasn't ready and he was too young to get married and all that, but my old man put him straight pretty anathemize 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 reception, and Cindy and Jimmy were husband and wife with a baby on the way. I helped them propel into a shabby row sign of the zodiac in the city. I was only over there a yoke meter after that ; it was pretty depressing. It was in a shady neighborhood and the trend of furniture and décor was what I would describe as ‘ Early Poverty ’.
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I was a fourth-year in gamy school when their child was born, a beautiful little 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 home for Christmastime. But my female parent kept me updated on their matrimony. It was stony from the startle. They would fuss and defend and money was tight. They'd have a blowout and Jimmy would ride off on his bike and go away for days at a sentence. My Mom and Cindy sat side-by-side every Sunday morning singing in the church choir so she got the goop every week. Cindy was trying to maintain the marriage together for the sake of Rachel. I think that they really did attention 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 class plan. I had changed my Major in my soph year from engineering to computer science and needed some summertime classes and two excess semesters to calibrate. My parents came to the university for my graduation ceremonial and took me out to dinner afterwards to lionise. I would be starting a new job in three workweek.

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

"She's rented a minuscule home,"my mother told me."It's a three sleeping room, but I'm afraid that things will be awfully nasty for her financially. She will want to find a roommate."

"Hopefully her deadbeat married man will pay her some money for child support !"my father chipped in.
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When I got to my parent's menage the succeeding day I saw Cindy for the first off time in almost six calendar month. She wore dungaree and a white jersey and she looked great. The endure few metre I'd seen her I could feel the strain 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 blazon around her and hugged her for the number 1 fourth dimension in a yearn sentence. Rachel was a pretty little angel. blonde and Amytal like her mommy, with a big smile.

At dinner the night before with my parents the mesmerism had come up that perhaps I could engage a room from Cindy in her new sign of the zodiac for a while to avail her out financially. That sounded good to me. I'd be starting a new job soon and would have got to get a new position anyway. I certainly wasn't going to populate at place. And it would pass on me an opportunity to facilitate out my sister and get to know my niece a little effective. So the plan was that I would take on Cindy and Rachel out for pizza and broach the discipline 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 mind. Cindy looked at her lookout. It was a little ahead of time for dinner but what the snake pit ?

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

"Sure, why not ! My treat. This big first-grader looks hungry and I could eat a small horse cavalry !"I said, patting Rachel's head."And you're looking kind of thin, Cindy,"I added, pinching her slim shank."power need to fatten you up a trivial. Besides, we have a lot of catching up to do !"

I drove the three of us to a local pizza sitting room about a naut mi from the house. Cindy and I ordered a orotund pizza, a hurler of beer for us and a big blow for Rachel. She asked me about college and she briefly filled me in on what had been happening in her lifetime. She was careful not to mention jimmy or the separation ; we could let the cat out of the bag about that later. But she talked enthusiastically about the new home they would soon be moving to, and described it room by room.

"You know Cindy, I start a new job in three workweek and I will involve to find a place. I can't experience with Mom and Dad for very long, I'd go bonkers. Would you consider renting a elbow room to me ?"

"To you ? Really ?"

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

"Why wouldn't it work ?"

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

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

"No, she just happened to mention that you might be looking to rent out the extra way, that's all,"I said."And I need to regain a place anyway."

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

Rachel nodded enthusiastically with her mouthpiece full of pepperoni.

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

"okay, practiced, that's a load off my mind."

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

Cindy rose from her electric chair, turned, and I watched her walk to the public convenience. Her ass looked fine inside her tight denim and her reduce T-shirt was tucked in snugly showing off her firm chest. My new roommate may accept been my sis, but I had to take on she looked pretty damn hot.
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A couple weeks later we moved in. I asked my old friend Leon to help. Leon is a six metrical foot six, very physical black dandy and we had both played on our senior high school basketball game squad together. He had a truck, which we needed, plus I thought he might come up in W. C. Handy if Jimmy decided to give Cindy any shit when we went to pick up her stuff at his row firm. But we were lucky. Jimmy wasn't even there, he must have been out cruising somewhere. Cindy let us in with her key, and we loaded her stuff and nonsense onto the truck and labour off. We had to gain a twosome runs from our parents'theatre too, moving vesture, furniture, beds and cartons broad of numerous odds and ends.

It was dinnertime by the clock time we were all moved in and everything was in its plaza. It was a Friday and Leon didn't have plans for the evening so we invited him to stay for dinner and hang out for a while. Rachel was spending the weekend with her grandparents while we settled in and set up house.

I went out and picked up some take-out food and some beer and wine. When I got back Cindy and Leon were unloading boxes of kitchen item and storing them in the locker. 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 food and drank some more. Leon and Cindy seemed to be laughing a lot.

We were all pretty tired from the dynamic day and the drinkable, so we started fading pretty soon after that. offset Cindy said she was turning in and left to go get ready for bed. Leon was in no soma to drive so I fetched him a pillow and some blanket so he could barge in on the lounge. Then I went to bed, which was a bare mattress on the base. 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 bathroom and get a drinkable of water system. I heard stochasticity coming from inside the original bedroom at the end of the hall. I looked in the living elbow room and the lounge was empty. I stood outside the closed sleeping accommodation door and hear a low chorus of moans and groans and a steady, wet smacking from inside. I listened for a piddling while and there was no misinterpretation Leon's guttural grunts and Cindy's murmuring responses to his thrusts.

I was cursing under my breath when I went back to my sleeping room and closed the threshold. I was pissed off. It was nice of Leon to aid us move, but where does he get off thinking he could fuck my sister as a bonus ? I was seething—I don't know why I was so mad, but I was—and I didn't like the visual of Leon stabbing his licorice control stick in and out of my baby. Cindy was vulnerable, separated from her husband, just moving into a new home with her little girl, and Leon takes vantage like that. I steamed for a patch before finally falling back to sleep.
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I woke up ahead of time with a headache. I was hoping Leon would be gone, and he was. I didn't want a confrontation with him. I took a exhibitor and some acetylsalicylic acid and then started rummaging through the kitchen for coffee berry, of which there was none. I drove to a convenience storage and bought two large umber and some breakfast biscuits. When I got back to the house Cindy was standing against the kitchen heel counter in her gown. Her hair's-breadth was wet from the shower.

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

"Thanks, Hugh. I can use some coffee bean and biscuits. I'm hungry after what turned out to be a pretty wild night. I'm not used to drinking a whole bottle of wine !"

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

"Huh ?"Cindy said.

"For you and Leon,"I said.

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

"Why did you do it ?"

"Do what ?"

"You know. Why did you have to have a go at it him ?"

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

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

Cindy crossed her arms and glared at me."Oh, come in 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 byplay. And because I had a little too much to drink. And because I have needs. And because I was horny. Anything else ? Jesus Christ, Hugh, why are you so discompose ? 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 action until I felt it was dependable to go back to the house with my tail between my legs.
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I stopped to beak up some sandwiches on the way house. When I entered the house I noticed that Cindy had decorated and arranged the furniture and it really looked like a home. I took the sandwiches into the kitchen to put them in the refrigerator. Cindy had stocked the kitchen with 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 sleeping room door was slightly ajar so I lightly knocked and looked in. She was wearing a thin, White River silky gown and was reclined on her bed with her vertebral column against a sight of pillows, reading a book. The TV was not hooked up yet. There was a nose candela burning on the nightstand. Cindy looked up at me but didn't say anything.

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

"Sure,"she said and closed the book.

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

"The house looks big,"I said."You did a good job. It looks like you did a lot of piece of work today."

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

"aspect Cindy, I'm sorry. I don't want to fight down. I was so haywire, 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 baby, I guess."

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

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

"I just needed to get off."

I slid close and hugged her. She put her weapon 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 piffling while ?"

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

We lay there for a while in silence, our bodies touching from top to bottom. My cheek was even with the top of her head. I could smell the scent of strawberry shampoo in her tomentum and could feel the gentle swaying of her upper body as she inhaled and exhaled. Every so often she would suspire and switch her position ever-so-slightly, and would nestle closer. After several of these subtle trend her bequeath breast was resting in the palm of my left hand, and her digit were splayed on my stomach and would rise and fall with my breath.

I didn't want to move my hand, but it took all of my will ability to restrain it from trying to cop a more comp tactile property. Her tit felt firm and smooth through the thinly fabric but I dared not proceed to the point of doing something I'd ruefulness. This was my sister, as well as my new roommate, and I didn't want to love things up.

But of course of study, after a few more apprehensive minutes, I couldn't resist. I shifted my body and damn, wouldn't you know it, my depart helping hand shifted too and my whole hand then surrounded and cushioned her glorious boob. I gently massaged it and Cindy let out a peep of a groan and thrusted her tit deeper into my hired hand. I felt her nipple stiffen in my grasp and her digit began to wander over my abdomen.

I kissed the top of her head and lightly caressed her arm with my former hand. We went on like this for many minutes : My hand kneading her yearning breast, my right bridge player stroking her arm and brushing her breast, and the occasional kiss on her head. I became bolder and ran my hand along her thigh just column inch from what I imagined was one confection pussy.

Then, unexpectedly Cindy let out a loud, breathy sigh, lifted and turned her head and placed her back talk 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 ambit of my oral fissure and I sucked her into me. It was the longest sustained kissing session I had ever experienced, and it went on and on and on. My tool felt like a lead tube between my legs. I slipped my hired man under the ass of her robe and clutched her naked ass.

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

After a number of strokes through the fabric of my shorts, her fingers started fumbling with the ginger nut and zip fastener. She opened my pants and took my hot, tumesce rod into her hand. She stroked me up and down while we put the finishing touch on our lip-lock.

When our back talk finally parted Cindy smiled and planted a final, prim osculation on the tip of my nose, like a cherry on top of a luscious sweet. Then she moved down, shoved my short circuit to my genu, and wrapped her backtalk around my dying cock. I moaned with pleasance and raised my groin to her fount. I took off my shirt and tossed it aside.

She fondled my ripened walnut as she sucked me, taking more and to a greater extent cock into her mouth with each bob of her principal. I fingered her hair and massaged her scalp and I watched with wonder as my swelled pecker slid in and out of her mouth.

Cindy was into it, she seemed to really like giving nous. And she was good at it, I'll give her that. Up and down, she lipped and tongued my shaft from the tip to its base. She gagged slightly when my full moon length reached up into her throat, but that didn't retard her down. She rotated my testis in her fingers and squeezed my ass hard with her other paw, roiling my sperm and coaxing it upward.

I gently swung my thug meat into her, fucking her pretty face, eagre to fritter away my duncish liquor deep into her beckoning mouth.

She sensed when I was nearing my ejaculation. She half-moaned, half-hummed as she sucked me surd and faster and she scrunched my stony balls and butt in her nimble hands. I screeched and held her mind in my hands when I came, shaking violently as her mouth remained soused around my cock and absorbed spurt after jet of my stored-up cum. Once my quivers were quelled her head rose up and my slaked cock reappeared from within. I put my back talk on hers and plunged my spit into her cum-filled mouth and she swallowed as we kissed.

I lowered her onto her backrest and sucked her mouth and we launched into another exsert muscly kiss. I took my fourth dimension kissing her neck and berm, licking her segmentation and armpits and sucking on her titmouse. Her nipples looked like enlarged, hardened Hershey osculation, begging me to eat them, and I latched onto them with my hungry mouth in good order quick. Cindy oohed and aahed as I suckled and nibble and chewed on her swelled vesicles and she dug her fingertips pointedly into my cervix and pep pill back.

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

After an extended period of sucking on her turgid titties, my sass went south. I slowly kissed every square inch of her stomach, her trunk squirming with delectation, and licked her navel neat. I ran my clapper around her neatly-trimmed, V-shaped bush, pointing like an arrow to her surface puss. I lowered my face to her crotch and she barked like a sealskin when my tongue split her slit and entered her. My tongue stayed in her for some time.

Her hands were on my head pulling it into her and she ground her cumulus into my human face. I clenched her ass with both hands and pulled her kitty close. I surrounded her button with my lips and my tongue kept diving. She gripped her legs snugly around my neck, melding us into one fleshy mass. She'd been a gymnast in richly shoal and she obviously had not lost her agility. I ate her kitty-cat 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 in effect I was getting a cramp in my tongue. Then she came. Jesus did she come.

She screamed like a peeve puma and sprayed me like she was marking her spot. Her hired hand stayed clamped to my head and she continued to mash her bitch into my face as I sucked her. With her tumid button firmly in my oral cavity, it felt like I was sucking on a peach pit and Cindy's rhythmical oink told me she liked it. She kept grinding on my flooded brass even after she'd emptied her bucket. But my prick had again risen to stiff attention and I could feel my descent boiling against its thin skin.

Gradually her throe slowed. I detached my sassing from her clitoris and kissed it. I licked her cum from her lips and thighs. I rose to my knees and she saw my engorged, glistening hammer pointing at the ceiling. I looked in her eyes for a instant. She licked her lips and nodded.

I leaned forward and atop her. The heading of my shaft touched her slippery gash. I kissed her and instantly in a synchronized flash her tongue sprung into my oral fissure and her script catch my cock and fed it into her. Her hands gripped my buttocks like a vise so I squirted my hands under her and did the Lapp. I started fucking her and then her mole got back into the cut and she was fucking me back, and soon we had a warm, sweetie throb going on. Next I felt her fingertips in the shot of my ass, spreading me, and this made me fuck her harder, so she fucked me harder, and I fucked her harder still, and she stayed right with me. I was fucking her like I was trying to knock her bottom out.

After a few minutes I slowed down and fucked her courteous and slow for a piece, pacing myself, wanting it to last and delay my release. But then our speed picked up again, as did our breathing, as did our moans and groan, and soon we were fucking like two love-starved animals.

When I started to number I thrusted into her as punishing as I could and I cracked my head on the headboard. I came like a suddenly-unkinked hosiery ; I could feel the intense surge in my penis as my cum rose up through my tool, once, twice, and again and again.

I was just about done when Cindy began. Her mouth let out a high-pitched ululation and her nail dug into my backrest and she had another shivering sexual climax and her cum mixed with mine. I felt her warm, fluid outpouring environment my dick and ooze out of her onto my flinch egg. I collapsed on top of her and kissed her and held her, and my cock remained inside her for a hanker time.
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We were lying arms-in-arms, basking in our dear light and pleasantly pooped, when I realized that not a word had been spoken between us since Cindy had commencement asked me to hold her. It was as if once my arm was around her everything that came after was automatic and the most lifelike thing in the macrocosm.

"Cindy, I don't fuck 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 articulation breaking.

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

Cindy looked up at me with glazed optic and said,"fountainhead, you're a pretty thoroughly fuck yourself, fiddling brother."

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

"I hope Leon doesn't find out and get green-eyed and try to drum me up !"I said with a grin.

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

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

"Yeah, me too ; Siblings 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 clip, her slick pussy slithering up and down and all around my dick, and I aided her elevation with my hands. She came first this meter ; she moaned and her consistence shook and she poured her hot buttered cum all over me. Then, she did a flawless dismount, took my prickly neb into her mouth and sucked me off. I came in thirty bit and scored it a unadulterated ten.

We slept nude with our bodies blended, getting used to each other. In the former morning I woke and heard her fumbling around in a dresser drawer. She had her back to me and in the dusky luminousness I saw her script make out 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, estimable 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 forenoon'to him."

She went down and sucked me for a minute or two until my cock had risen to its maximum good morning nimbus. She rubbed my shaft up and down several prison term with smarmy deal, then used it as a handle to draw me on top of her as she lay back on the bed. She lifted her torso and guided me into her. I shoved and it slid slowly in. God, it felt incredible, but different, tighter, my cock clamped with a firm cushioned clash surrounding its girth. It took me a moment to realize that Cindy had put my dick into her ass.

I started drilling that asshole pretty good. My cock slid in and out and I could experience the puff of the cave of her ass on the reduce hide of my cock. I held her articulatio humeri in my bridge player and pumped quicker, her ass expanding and appointment to my cock like a baseball mitt one size too minuscule. I could finger the rampart of her ass scrunch down on my meat. Cindy put her hired hand between her legs and worked her hyperbolic clit.

"You like this ?"she rasped.

"An unexpected pleasure,"I said.

"seed in my ass."

We got into some western fence lizard swinging then. Her middle never left mine as I reamed her ; the bed was rocking and her finger's breadth flew like lightning over her blown-up seraphic stain. My mind possessed only one dogmatic sentiment : fuck that ass. The straits of my cock had tunnel sight as, minute after lecherous minute, it glided in and out of Cindy's buttery gob.

"I'm gon na come big,"she finally said. I gripped her tit like I was holding on for dearly liveliness and rammed her harder.

She wheezed and groaned and I felt her heated natural spring goop onto my peter and thighs as I moved. I kept right on rutting, so near but so far.

Once her muscle spasm diminished, Cindy gripped my thigh with her slimed hands. She wanted to ram a finger up my ass but she couldn't quite reach. But just the thought of her hanker sexy fingerbreadth jolting my asshole was all it took, and I soon felt my cum rising to culminate. It was now my turn to groan.

"Here I come…"I croaked.

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

And I let it rip. She squeezed me with the walls of her inner ass. I felt it caving in around my dick, pinch 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 instinctive size of it 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 transactions or so.

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

"Yeah, right,"Cindy said."When I sit down succeeding to her in the choir loft I'll say, Good Morning 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 apply 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 abode after Christian church. We can't have any shows of affection when she's around, okay ?"

"Of course, I understand,"I said.

"What happened is between us."

"I know."

"But maybe if you are available next Saturday dark, we could stimulate a date."

"Really ? What would you wish to do ?"

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

"Jimmy will be taking Rachel on weekends,"she said."He will be alternating between picking her up her Sat good afternoon and dropping her off at church service on Sunday, or picking her up on Fri and bringing her dorsum Sat. So I'll have either a Friday or Saturday Nox free each weekend ; side by side workweek it's Saturday."

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

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

She kissed my lips and was off.
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The succeed week we were like two ships continually passing in the night. Cindy worked sidereal day and was a doting mother at night. I made myself scarce most of the time. I think we were both anxiously awaiting Sabbatum night. I know I was.

On Wednesday I bought her a tush plug, wrapped it and left it on top of her dresser. The next sunrise before she left for piece of work she stuck her brain into my bedroom and thanked me for the endowment. She said she had it in and it felt pretty goodness 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 heel counter chopping veggie. She turned to face me and came into my weaponry and we kissed like it had been six month instead of six days.

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

She was barefoot and was wearing a denim clothes with a prospicient zip in the nominal head from the cervix all the way down to the hem just above her genu. I pulled the zipper all the way down and opened the wearing apparel wide. I put my arms around her naked cutis and kissed her again.

When we were done with our kiss I was already tough. I looked at her beautiful torso 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 rent lips and her cameltoe was inviting me. And all three piece of music 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 vivid blue postage cast aside and dove right wing in. I ate that luscious snatch right then and there with Cindy leaning with her back against the counter. She put one groundwork on my articulatio humeri, opening herself, giving me total admission, and guided my brain with her manpower. My brim and glossa worked together doing everything they could to stimulate her hot button. I reached behind her and held her ass in my hands. I found the keister wad, snugly in position, and I twisted and grinded it into her, and did the same with my face and her cunt.

She came right there in the kitchen, with her apparel open full and my foreland in her genitals. Her atomizer was profuse and it ran over my face and into my back talk and onto the floor. We didn't even wipe it up—we left the puddle for later. We made our way to her bed and fucked and sucked all Night. And on Sunday dayspring she again had to wash my cum out of her ass before she left for church.

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

Over the late match 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 salutary for her to birth a Dad around. He had changed and would make up things right. Cindy at first was torn, but the guilt trip jemmy laid on her worked. She gradually weakened and agreed.

Our last nighttime together was a Friday. It was great as always, and even more than intense. We fucked harder and louder than ever. It was as if we both wanted to be feeling it for a month. Soon jemmy would be moving in and I'd be moving out.
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I moved spoil country for my job. I had gone to a conventionality in Calif. and met a girl named Josie and we hit it off really well. We kept in touch and it seemed like a human relationship with a future so I ended up moving out there. It seemed like a good melodic theme ; it was a dependable job, break pay, plus it got me away from Cindy and any temptations that I would bear certainly had.

I married Josie. Our marriage was better than Cindy's, at to the lowest degree for a few year. We made it act upon for a patch but it eventually turned to stool. Josie was a full person but we were a mismatch ; wrong person, right time, I guess. And the sex was routine, but then after Cindy, who knows, maybe anyone would consume come up light. Somehow we made it almost ten days, but the last three or four were not fun. Fortunately we had no small fry so we only had to divide 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 year essentially consisted of two things : working and trying avoid getting involved with women.

I stayed in signature with my family of course ; my mother kept me in the grummet. Cindy and jimmy had separated and reconciled three dissimilar clock time before splitting up one concluding time and divorcing. Rachel had grown into a wild child, into drugs, rebellious and uncontrollable and doing her own matter. She moved out of the house on the day she graduated high school and the menage only saw her around the holiday.

I learned that my old protagonist 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 time was right. So, I applied for some Job, went on some audience, and the timing worked out. I moved back and started my new position three hebdomad before the marriage.
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The unmarried man party was a hebdomad before the wedding. Mel's effective man was a guy we'd gone to shoal with. His cognomen was skyrocket, so that might narrate you something about him. Rocket was the kind of guy who was always first into the pool, afraid of nothing, spared no expense and never let a buck bill burn a jam in his pouch. We all knew that if Rocket was in mission of the bachelor-at-arms party, it was going to be a doozy.

He didn't let us down. Rocket was divorced but he'd managed to save the house, a big one out in the burbs, with a vauntingly great room on the background base. There was music acting, subdued firing, easy furniture and a loaded bar. There were a 12 guy wire altogether and all showed up within a few second of the specified fourth dimension. beverage started flowing and garden rocket filled us in on what to expect.

"OK, guy rope,"he said,"Listen up, this is very important. I got a brace girls coming over in about an 60 minutes. They're gon na give us all a small appearance and then they're gon na establish Mel a little show of his own, and then maybe even the rest of us if we're favourable. BUT : You can't touch ‘ em. They can touch us but we can't tactual sensation them. So you all got ta promise to act yourselves, all right field ? And being drunk is no excuse because we'll all be drunk and we'd make lousy witnesses. Everybody got it ?"

We all nodded and agreed and continued to consume various dipsomaniac beverage. The doorbell rang at the prescribed time and Rocket ushered in two well-favored young char. They both wore Edward D. White lab coats and four-inch heel. One was fateful, kind of tall with a dilute face, longsighted black wavy hair, and she carried a black leather MD's bag. The early chick was Elwyn Brooks White, a couple inches shorter with a cute brass, gold earrings and shoulder-length blue fuzz. I liked her already.

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

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

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

"We ready, fellas ?"We all roared.

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

The music was a pulsating funk with an earthy feel, a mucky laid-back vallecula that the girlfriend were instantly moving to, and they both had beneficial motion. They danced around each early for a consequence or two, running their hands over their consistency through the egg white fabric of their coat. The guy rope whooped when they embraced and had a farseeing, run candy kiss, and they clutched each former's asses under the back of their coats. As they kissed and didder their buttocks to the beat, bluing whisker started unbuttoning Ebony's smock. The boys hollered again when it came off and was tossed aside. She was gorgeous, hanker and lean with fluent, dark chocolate cutis and athletic abs. She wore a lean shameful bikini top and a lean Black person thong that matched the color of her skin, and if I hadn't been so skinny I would hold sworn she was already naked.

Then sable returned the favor and unbuttoned Amytal. When her coat came off there was a flabby gasp of surprisal. She had a killer trunk too, and a blue bra and panties to equalize her fuzz. But what caused the surprisal was on her body itself : She was completely covered with myriad tattoos from her shoulders to her toes. She was a human inkpad ; It was toilsome to spot a square inch of naked flesh. There were all kinds of images big and small, blanketing her shoulders, her arms, her back, her breadbasket, her ass, legs, ankles, feet. Flora, fauna, snake in the grass and wanderer and lounge lizard and cactus and words and arrow and pot and birds and God knows what else, you'd need half a day to see it all, her dead body was like a travelogue of the grotesque. Her bellybutton was the center of some flower and from her belly push dangled a gold chain. And almost of the ink was darker, and much of it blasphemous, at to the lowest degree to my eyes. They started going at it.

Ebony was suddenly behind blue angel, kissing her cervix, and peeled off the blue bra. And damn if those big firm tits weren't smothered with tattoos as well, and her pierced nipples displayed shiny gold basketball game. After they faced each early again and kissed, Ebony started sucking blue sky's tits.

As Ebony sucked on those pierced, adorned nipple, Blue reached behind her, unhooked her bra and tossed it on the love tail end. sable then slipped her long black digit inside the back of the blue step-in and wiggled them down, revealing blue devil's cunt, its lip also pierced and decorated with hardware. Ebony pushed those puny panty all the way down to the base and her head wasn't far behind. She was quickly on her knees eating tweed pussy.

Then they did a piffling switcheroo and Blue started doing jet black, and for the next few minutes went to town on some blacken cunt and mammilla. The boys were enjoying the show and yelling encouragement to them, often with lewd and obscene suggestions for their act.

The fille paused while blueness picked up the MD's bag and opened it. First she took out a vauntingly glass tip jar and placed it on a table. Then she took out a flexible double dildo, perhaps nine or ten inch long, and they played around with that for a while.

Most of the Guy probably already had full-blast hard-ons by this time, but if they didn't, what came next would have certainly done the whoremaster. As their unified bodies bent to the measure, those girls ran that dildo between their legs, into their twat and in and out of their mouths. jet black then wrapped her lips around one headspring of that rubber band tool and took it in an inch at a time. I watched her jaws and cervix musculus working in concert as bit by bit she took it into her throat. The male child went nuts when she had deep-throated almost all of it and only the former whoreson was left exposed.

Blue got back into the act. She put her mouth around that exposed head so she was kissing Ebony's lips. Then we watched as their rim and sassing and throats worked in unison and their four men groped their form. Their promontory and bodies writhed together for another distich minute and when their back talk at endure parted the dildo was completely embedded in blue's mouth and throat with only the other asshole sticking out of her mouth. The completely crew erupted in clapping and screams of delight when wild blue yonder pulled that long rod out of her sassing slowly, inch by inch. She held it up, and it looked massive in her womanly hand. The girls took a bow and then switched their focussing to Mel.

The party was in full, erotic swing music. Mel got two salt-and-pepper, buck-naked lap dances, and then Ebony and Blue took turns blowing him. He was sucking on a black tit and Blue was doing the handwriting swing with his pecker when his cum flew out into the air, circle after rope.

The young lady then starting flirting and mixing with the guys and pretty soon more and more shaft were coming out, and soon the miss were on their articulatio genus sucking them. I was hoping to generate Ebony a taste of mine, and she was working my side of the room.

But the Sir Thomas More I looked at Blue, the more I wanted to look at her. She was almost appalling to wait at but it was hard to take my eyes off of her. She had a expectant body but it was unmanageable to value it…I couldn't understand why she would want to cover it with all those tattoos. I was sure as shooting she'd regret it someday. And her piercings were also over-the-top. She had jewellery decorating her ears, nose, nipples, navel and cunt.

Ebony finally got to me and started rubbing my stopcock, 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 rocket launcher, I was still watching blueness. She was just a few feet away sucking one guy and jerking off another. She looked unbelievable, naive like some animal or aboriginal in the jungle, almost repulsive. But I couldn't calculate away ; she drew my middle like a magnet.

After about an hour and they had satisfied everyone, blueness and Ebony put on their lab coating, and stuffed their clothes, bounder, dildo and teeming tip jar into the Doctor of the Church's bag. I was watching Blue as she was wrapping the coat around her blighted eubstance when she glanced at me. She caught my eye but quickly looked away. Both girls'eyes were heavily made-up with big fake lash and eye shadow so I couldn't learn anything into it from across the room.

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

When I had briefly caught Blue's eye I thought I had seen a glint of the outset of a smiling for an wink before she looked away, but I couldn't be sure. There was an atom of recognition in there somewhere but I couldn't for the life of me place it. It nagged at me for days and narrowly eluded me like an evasive parole on the tip of your tongue. Then one Nox 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 years back she'd left home decent out of high schooltime, did her own matter, and had made herself barely ever since. But I was now for certain it was her, something about her eye and her almost-smile had triggered a years-old subtle recollection.

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

"They used to be stemmer down at the Hoochie Coochie Club,"he said."The shameful biddy goes by vitreous silica Ballz, with a Z on the end. And the downcast hair is Dixie Coxxx, with three x's. I have no idea what their real names are."

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

"Yeah, but they quit. Now they're massage healer 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 individual who might."

"well, they both work at that beauty parlor in that airstrip center on 8th across from the mall."

I knew the place. I thanked him and we ended the vociferation. I looked up the number and called it. I didn't know which public figure Rachel would be using so I tried to recreate dumb, as if person had referred me but I'd forgotten the little girl's name. The receptionist went through their roll and when she got to the name Rachel I said, ‘ That's it ’. I gave her a name and booked a one-hour seance for Fri afternoon.
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I walked into the beauty parlor 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 fill out some forms and then showed me to a way. She pointed to a partition and told me to denudate to my short and lay face-down on the table and Rachel would be with me shortly.

I glanced at the doorway when Rachel entered. Her hair wasn't blue, it was her natural blonde, in braids. She wore scouring and no make-up, her blue eyes sparkling. I couldn't help but look through her dress and conceive of her inked cutis and pierced teat and pussy lips underneath. This was my niece, I kept telling myself, I must be loony ; but here I was.

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

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

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

"I'm fine. Long time no see, huh ? At least until that bachelor-at-arms party, right ?"I agreed with her.

She smeared the oil evenly over my neck opening and back and then dug her fingers into the al-Qaeda of my scalp.

"I am going to start with your head and oeuvre my way all the way down to your foundation, okay ? Then we'll somersault you over and play our way back up. Let me hump if there are any areas you don't want me to massage."

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

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

"A couplet days later,"I said."You looked familiar but with the blue hair's-breadth and the eye make-up and the short kindling, plus it had been so long since I'd seen you, it totally eluded me. You've grown into quite an attractive young woman."Her hands dug into my shoulder joint and upper back with supererogatory zing 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 a lot of a shock."

"It was a hell of a appearance you two missy put on."

"I'm glad you liked it."

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

She was moving from my lower binding and pouring oil all over my thighs. She again schmeared it liberally over my skin and I felt a quiver 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."near weekends we do one or two, sometimes three. Freddy, the bartender at the Hoochie Coochie Club books us. We used to work there as dancers but we got sick of the hours and the way we were treated and having to exploit the crowd of drunks afterwards. Private parties are much easier and safer. We work a duo time of day and make a lot of money."

I was savoring the pressure sensation of her strong finger's breadth rubbing my buttocks and the spine of my thighs. Then she poured more oil on my calves and articulatio talocruralis and feet.

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

Rachel laughed and pummeled my calves.

"okey, 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 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 blab out some gumption into me ? Or to secern me how to exist my life ?"

"Oh no, nil like that. I could tell at the bachelor political party, you're all grown up ; your lifespan is your own. At first I was attracted to the dark young lady, 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 for the first time I was embarrassed for me, but then I didn't want to stymie you, or take a shit you uncomfortable. Then when I saw Jen going down on you I was a picayune jealous."

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

"Yeah,"she said."auditory sensation pretty sick, doesn't it ? I guess when I'm sucking a lot of strange tool there is some base hit and reassurance in sucking someone I know."

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

"Maybe we should take this out,"Rachel whispered."Is that OK with you ?"

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

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

It was a rhetorical question. I lifted my target and she grabbed the elastic waist of my Boxer and pulled them off. She poured oil into her work force and gently pumped my tumid 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 skillful cock,"she whispered, and took it into her mouth.

She maneuvered her mouth up and down over my shaft and every single diagonal of her bobbing pass felt like a mini-orgasm. I then realized that Rachel had an extra piercing I had been unaware of until that second : her clapper. She had some kind of magical he-man protruding from the top of her spit and every one time it dragged along the length of my rooster it felt like my cum was rising up through its shaft. I came like Krakatao with my own hot lava fighting to get out of the 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 dresser and she rubbed in it, and finished my massage. Then she kissed my lips and slipped her tricksy tongue into my back talk and I tasted come and muckle. She washed her men 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 intuition ?'I thought to myself as I was getting dressed. I felt expectant. That young dame is not only one the pits of a masseuse, but she gives one Hell of a BJ too. On the way out I set an appointment for the next Friday.
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Over the take after solar day I constantly thought of Rachel. I was uneasy for Friday to come, not just for the massage and the fortune of another blowjob, but to see Rachel. I thought about the blemish body underneath those scrub, the piercings, the grotesquery of it. I wanted to see that dead body again, naked. I wanted to touch it, to finger it, to taste it.

I knew it was incorrectly, she was my niece for Christ's sake, but since I used to be intimate my sister all those days ago, it didn't seem so scandalous to me. All I could think about was Rachel and the stud in her spit and how I felt like I was coming every time she licked along the skin of my cock.
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I had a dreaming about Rachel. I don't remember my dreams very often, and when I do they are usually colorless, like an old black and white picture. But my ambition about Rachel was full of color ; blue, of course.

We were naked in bed. Her pilus was low-spirited, her oculus were drab, her body was covered with downcast tattoos, and her numerous loops and chains dangling from her various body parts sparkled in line. We were kissing and my hands were active all over her colored flesh, and my gumshoe was hanker and gruelling. Then I was on top of her and she spread her slit for me, inviting me in, and the inside of her cunt was a shiny, smooth blue. But when I tried to enter her my prick turned into a Snake and started squiggling around and darting back and Forth River, and as surd as I tried to put its pass into her blue lagoon, it evaded me, and I would omit her open gash by an in or two. She let go of her puss lips and they closed and the atomic number 79 hoops fastened to them turned into a prison gate, locking her pussy, and my snake head kept banging on the logic gate, locked out and unable to enter. I awoke in a sweat with my stretched and well up rod aching. I jerked off hoping it would exempt the force per unit area and help me get back to sleep.
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I showed up to the salon the next Friday to a greater extent relaxed than the calendar week before, but still a trivial anxious with anticipation. Rachel gave a cracking massage of course, and our conversation was gratuitous and covered many topics. I asked her about her blueish hair and she said it was to help keep her two lives separate. I asked about the tattoos and how she had come to acquire so many. She told me she didn't really lie with, she had gotten one, then another, and another and pretty soon she was addicted. Same with the piercings : once she got started it was difficult to stop over. ‘ Do you like them ?'she asked. I told her that after the initial shock I found it hard to expect 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 spit stud poker up and down again and again, each pass like a climax in itself. I was sighing with pleasure, and I wanted to put my paw between her legs and feel her hot jackass, but I didn't. I chickened out, not wanting to surprise her or break anything. When I came it was a major burden, and Rachel kept her mouth clamped around my heart until my body stopped vibrating. She swallowed what must have been a hefty mouthful of cum, and then she kissed me and I held her as our tongues did a slippery dance, a much longer kiss than the week before.

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

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

"strait like a bully estimation,"I said. I didn't know what she meant by ‘ or something ’, but I liked the sound of it.
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Rachel was in the entrance hall when I arrived the next Friday. She greeted me and led me to the massage way. 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 leave your bagger back there too,"Rachel said.

So I did. She watched me with a flirtatious smile as I walked naked the few feet to the massage tabular array with half a hard-on. I lay face-down on the mesa and Rachel started doing her thing. I was totally relaxed, the stress of the piece of work week fading away, and anticipating what was to issue forth. 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 cheek apart with her finger and I felt it drip inside. She deep-rubbed my butt muscles for a minute. Then I hissed when I felt her finger dip into my asshole.

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

Her finger's breadth glided easily in and out of my ass a numeral of multiplication and my cock was hard against the thin matt of the board. I stayed that way over the ensuing minute of arc as she massaged my wooden leg. When I rolled over my cock stood up at full mast.

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

We hadn't said anything for a while. I thought maybe there was something wrong that I was unaware of ; my mind was wandering and I was thinking that maybe I wasn't going to get the royal stag treatment this time. Then I squawked when her fist tightened around my stuff clod. Rachel was standing even with my chest of drawers, her eyes were dismal fire.

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

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

She gagged a couple multiplication 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 hail up she sucked on my testicle and licked my shaft, dragging her pseudo-orgasmic clapper stud along my thin, tight skin, and then sucked the mind of my prick like a syphon. Then with what seemed ilk no sweat she enveloped me with her mouth and once again the head of my cock was in the rear of her throat.

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

Within Rachel's industrious fingers my hammock was about to explode and send off its payload skyward. I tried to mute my groan with my upper arm, but it was loudly enough to signal to her that I was about to come. She whipped her mouth off of me, her teeth in short pinching the tip. Instantly she squeezed the dick of my cock in her deal and placed her thumb over the hole, locking in my cum. She started licking me, dragging that stud up along the skin of my hammer, from base to tip. She did this over and over, simulating my orgasm, but not allowing my cum to escape. When she finally did, I was like a bottle rocket blasting off, my sperm launching out of me into the air, onto Rachel's script, and her face, and my body.

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

I pulled her to me, put my arms around her and kissed her, my spit diving deep for the smirch where my dick had been. It was a hanker kiss and she used my cock as a handle.

"Where do you desire to go for a drinking ?"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, 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 stool at the far box of the bar facing the door. I wanted to see her progress to 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's-breadth was down on her shoulders. She wore skintight black blue jean, fatal ticker and a soft cream sweater with the sleeve rolled up to her cubital joint, exposing her tattooed forearms. She spotted me and smiled and I felt a piffling shudder in my loins as I watched her pass over. She kissed my sassing and took the stool to my left.

"Sorry I'm a piffling lately,"she said, and ordered a glass of merlot.

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

She looked and smelled clean from a shower, emitting a lemonlike smell. She was braless : I could see the impression of her nipples and atomic number 79 rings through the thin framework of the sweater.

"Well, I hope you didn't have to fight off too many people to salvage 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 hand,"I said. She winked at me and took a sip of her drink.

She seemed a small high school. Her school-age child were dilated and the baby bluing of her oculus was shoved to the edges.

We talked for a short while and ordered another one shot. We talked about our jobs and I was heedful not to ask too many enquiry about her double liveliness 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 telephone me on my twenty-first birthday."She sighed and took a gulp of her drink.

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

"What do you entail ?"

"You seem a little buzzed or something."

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

"Not much to severalise,"I said."Typical generic wine 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 very much to see, though."

"There's no time like the present."

"Now ?"I asked.

"Sure, why not ?"

I paid our tab and we got up to pull up stakes. I felt middle upon us as we strode to the door ; they were all probably wondering what the hell this fop in his late thirties is doing with the hottie in her early 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 rack and my threshold was shut she was on me. Her mighty hand molded around my shaft and her tongue jabbed into my oral fissure. I could sample red wine and felt the stud mark my tongue, which instantly sent me back, and my dick hardened as I imagined it tracing the long edge of it.

"Take me rest home,"she said."Show me your bedroom."

"Are you sure about this ?"I asked.

"Of class, I'm sure,"she said, sounding surprised."I've blown you three times already, Uncle Hugh. I was sure the first metre I saw you lying ass-up in the massage room."

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

"I want to occupy vantage of this !"she said, squeezing my dick again.

It was only a ten minute drive to my house. We didn't talk for a couple minute of arc 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 cheek."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 diddlyshit since college."

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

I pulled into my garage a couple min later. While Rachel used the lav I pulled a can of beer out of the electric refrigerator and popped the top. I took a long pull on the beer and wondered what the nooky I was doing. The beer was nearly gone when Rachel came out of the bathroom.

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

We walked on a higher floor and into my bedchamber. Rachel opened her purse and put a distich small-scale thermionic tube on the end mesa. Then she came over to me.

"joint out your natural language,"she said.

"Rachel, I don't know…"

"Oh, don't be an old flatus. Stick out your knife. I want to go on a stumble and I'm taking you with me. think me, you won't ruefulness it."

I stuck my tongue out and Rachel put a humble spell of charge sheet paper on it. It melted away by the fourth dimension she had unbuttoned my shirt. I pulled her sweater over her promontory as she unzipped my pants. Now topless, the seductive repugnance of her maculate flesh drew my eyes like flies. It was love/hate. She pushed me back on the bed and I stared at her gold-looped nipple as she pulled off my shoes and wind sleeve and trouser. She stepped back and I gazed at her slim, inked body as it tapered into the top of her snuggery, black denim. She kicked off her shoes and swiveled her hips as she opened her slide fastener detent by detent. She hooked her ovolo into her sac, shook her ass and pushed her jeans to the floor and stepped out of them. She tore off her lean black G-string and threw it aside. Her beautiful body, blemished by ink, and her ripe young pussy, weighted by atomic number 79, was right 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 hardware military press against my sensitive cock.

"I wan na sit on your side !"she barked, and pushed me back on the bed. Her consistence writhed up onto me and her crotch was in my face and just that spry I was eating kitty-cat. I could smell and smack the strong, saucy funk of her young snap along with the metal seasoning of her jewelry as she grinded into me.

"manduction me,"Rachel said."Chew on my halo. 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 hardware with my teeth.

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

I started feeling a little queasy as I licked her salty oyster. I remembered from the old days this was the acid starting to exact hold and it would go through. Rachel squirmed and hissed. I sucked hard on her clitoris like I was trying to swallow it raw.

"Oh, roll in the hay !"she shouted, and pushed her shaved mound harder into my face, her cunt rings pinching my lips."bite me. Eat me."

I kept munching and her clit felt prominent in my mouth. Rachel squealed every prison term I softly bit into it and I could finger the swollen pressure of it pushing back against my surrounding rim. She started bouncing up and down, increasing the tension of tooth and jackass, and her puss slobbered into my mouth. ‘ Ugh, Ugh ’, she grunted with each velvety rebound.

My body now felt very long and skinny, like my 175 British pound had been stretched from six foot to nine. The restlessness was eroding away and each penchant of Rachel had become an ambrosial delight. Every slug, every suction seemed to last, every sense of taste savored over. And I was now painfully aware of my cock—it felt fat and hard and leaden like a piece of waterlogged 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 privates from my face.

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

I spread her legs and knelt between them. I looked at her body with renewed befuddlement, a garish smorgasbord of shapes and words and landscapes and brute and plant liveliness. My hallucination were now coming in erratic waving of more and less intensity. I tried not to be distracted from the task at hand.

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

"talk of the town dirty ? Why ?"I asked.

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

My hawkshaw looked to me like it was two feet long and six inch broad. There was no imaginable way it could fit into the slim down slit of Rachel. But just as the tip was about to touch her jewelry-clad pussy, her snatch back talk spread extensive and opened like the mouth of a piranha…the mouth was blue inside, too…and the pirana swallowed up all two understructure of me.

I started swinging into her very gently, wondering how this fragile, youth girl could require in a two groundwork cock without splitting apart, and I didn't want to hurt her.

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

I obliged and her puss felt like a creamy delight wrapped around me. Every millimeter of my member soaked up the ecstatic warmth of her yummy, feathery vagina and every hug of her cunt around it and every driving force it made into her seemed to last ten second, although at our feverish yard in couldn't have been more than one.

"talking dirty to me. telephone me a bitch,"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 !"

"OK, you're a loose woman. You're a cunt."

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

"You're a cock-sucking whore, that's why I have to get laid you,"I barked.

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

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

"Yes ! I want to arrive on you."

"Well, hurry up you little whore."

The words felt weird coming out of my mouth but it seemed to turn her on even more. She dug her painted nails into my back and smacked her puss into me grueling and pinched my cock with her privileged walls.

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

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

"I know that."

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

"Harder !"Rachel said.

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

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

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

So I closed my oculus and kept fucking her. But I knew the virulent 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 cum began its rise.

"Yes !"she said, and started rocking even harder.
It felt like I was coming for ten bit. Each surge rose up through me in extra-slow move, and replayed itself over and over and the way was an echo of my groans and the succulent slapping of groins.

"Keep fucking me !"Rachel yelled.

I did. We kept pounding each other, for minute of arc which felt like hours, and then at last, Rachel squealed like a pose pig and climaxed, releasing a river of cum out of her blue piranha and all over my abandon 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 turncock as part of our act, but I only give the rest period of me to a man if I care about him."

I had reached a compass point where my phantasmagoric visual sensation had subsided. At least until the future wave.

Rachel kissed my backtalk and it turned into another retentive one. Her mouthpiece opened broad and while our faces fucked I slipped my finger into her piranha. It didn't bite. Again, it was probably only a mo or two, but it seemed to go on and on.

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

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

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

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

Another moving ridge was hitting me so I closed my centre and focused on her flossy tongue dancing around my rim. time slowed to a snail's pace, hardly moving, but her tongue 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 balminess and it fucked me with smooth, slow thrust, and it felt like a foot long inside me.

After what seemed like a longsighted meter she stopped."Raise up your ass,"she said.

With my pass on the pillow I scooted my human knee under me so my ass was up off the bed. She reached through my wooden leg and grabbed my stiff gumshoe and started jerking it and her tongue went back into business on the rim of my ass.

Her hand worked my tool as her spit worked my ass and I groaned into the pillow with each of her acid-enriched motion. My prick felt fat and wide in her fist as she wanked it and in my ballock a caldron of cum was heating up.

Her knife 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 torso in that focusing to downplay the hyperextended tenor on my turncock. Her digit were on my bollock and in my ass and she sucked me with a loud, slurpy strength.

Eventually…and again, time lapse was inscrutable…Rachel started her tongue-stud deception, tracing it along the bent-back spear of my phallus. Each power lantern slide of that stud up the side of my frail dick was probably one or two second gear, but each one felt like ten, and it felt so potent I could hardly stand it. After a shortsighted eternity Rachel took it into her sassing again and sucked with a retribution, and soon I came, one slow-moving stream after another, like a chummy shake being sucked up through a nail down straw.

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

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

I rolled on top. Her snatch was ready and she put me right hand in. Without even so much as a ‘ dear morn ’, we were fucking. The bed bod screeched as I pounded her. I called her a whore and a slut and a cocksucker and soon I shot a few heavy ropes of sperm cell into her. I must consume slowed down some as I released because she yelled at me.

"living fucking me !"she ordered.

So I accelerated my pound, called her a pussy and a tramper and a few other choice words until she came at terminal in a loud, lengthy spasm.
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We took 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.

"Thursday ?"I asked.

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

"Oh, I see."

"Can I come over Thursday night ?"

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

"right field, no loony toons,"she laughed.
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That Thursday would be our finale prison term. I made no more massage appointment. 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 arrest. Rachel was a messed-up unseasoned lady 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 right it would be, I figured what the hell, one Sir Thomas More time for the route wouldn't hurt.

We went to the sleeping accommodation and methodically undressed. I was briefly appalled by her tattoo-marred soundbox, but then of course, I was mesmerized at the same time.

I came three metre in the following two hour ; Rachel came once. My firstly time was in her sass. Then I went down on her and ate her and sucked her button until I was soundly and intemperately again. I mounted her and amaze my cock into her boggy bitch. I banged her like a tom tom over and over, grunting with each poke, like I was declaring war on her puss. Looking at her disfigured pulp I felt like some primitive fucking a savage doll in the jungle. I called her dirty names, came inside her, kept fucking her, and called her more dirty name, 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 hand on the end table. She squeezed a generous amount of lube into her bridge player. She fingered her arsehole and coated my prick. I spun her around face-down on the bed.

Hers was no virgin asshole. She opened it wide for me. I put my purple helmet to her rim and pushed. Soon I was banging her hard from the bottom up. After a duo moment of relentless reaming and listening to Rachel moan and groan, I sent another tankful of cum recondite into her ass.

I pulled out and watched my come backflow out of her. There was a string of cum hanging from the foreland of my dick.

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

"Can I do with you ?"she asked.

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

"I want you to pass water on me."

"What ?"

"pissing on me."

I shook my point and went into the lav and closed the door. I peed into the toilet with half a boner.
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That was the last time I saw her. I knew it couldn't continue, no matter how good the blowjobs were. There was no future tense to it anyway, we both knew that, so what was the point ? It was all just suddenly too much to assimilate. The cerebration of fucking my niece was one thing ; but fucking a world-hardened prostitute who wants to be pissed on and goes out week after week sucking oodles of cocks is something else altogether. I had no idea how to deal with that.
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I'd seen a lot of crazy thing while fucking on the loony toons. But I may have realized some things too. The last time I'd been with Rachel, when I was pumping my dick into her over and over and waiting for her to arrive, I was thinking about my sister. I hadn't been in touch with Cindy since I'd been back, although I'd been meaning to give her a call. So on Monday night, I called her.

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

We talked about our wedlock, our divorces, our jobs and the class. She told me about all the trouble Rachel had gotten into during her teenage class, and how she started stripping right after high up school. She said Jimmy had gotten remarried and was now divorced for the second fourth dimension. We compared notes on our erotic love lives and established that there were no significant others. We talked for over two hours and throughout the entire birdcall there was hardly a perfectly second. I asked her out to dinner.

On Fri evening after study I picked her up at her condo. It was a small-scale two sleeping accommodation where she had lived alone for the past four long time since Rachel had moved out after graduating from high up school.

Cindy looked sensational. She was now in her early 40 but could have passed for much jr.. She was still thin and shapely and if she was trying to depend aphrodisiacal she had accomplished her goal. Her blonde fuzz was long and wavy and she wore gray linen paper pants and a fruitless black shirt that showed off her hair's-breadth and toned blazonry. As soon as I was through the door she hugged me and kissed my boldness. I told her how mythological she looked and how expectant it was to see her. After a brief hitch of the condo she gathered up her purse and we were off.

We had dinner at a nonchalant seafood menage. Cindy had lobster and I had a combo phonograph recording. Our conversation again was free-flowing, and we peered into each former's optic a few prison term. I wondered what she was thinking behind her baby blue voyeur. As we were finishing up dinner I asked her if she'd like to stop somewhere for a drink.

"Sure,"she said."Or we could go back to my place ; it may be more well-to-do. I make a base martini."

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

"It was a mistake going back with jimmy, that's 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 prison term, I may never have gone back for tierce,"she said with a tired smile.

I took her hand and held it. Then I raised it to my lips and kissed it. That bare 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 hands roamed our bodies as we made out, and then without a news, Cindy took my handwriting 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.

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