BLUE taboo

My favorite color is blue. It always has been, for as longsighted as I can recollect. My eyes are blue sky. lady friend I've been attracted to have blue middle. My car is low. I wear blue blue jean a lot. Blue was always the one color that jumped out at me, more vivid than all the others.

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

When you have a color inadequacy like mine, virtually colouring blend and look kind of the same. I can't see shades or revalue color like nearly multitude. Red-brown-orange-green and variant thereof tend to run together. For object lesson, at a dealings illumination, the red and yellow look the Lapp and the green is a bleached grey. And if there is a red period sign of the zodiac in straw man of a green tree, blank out about it, to my center it isn't even there.

I remember when we would play baseball when I was a kid. If a grass-stained bollock got fouled off into the weeds or the woods and I went to look for it, I could search for 20 second and never incur it…it blended right in with the foliage…while another kid would saunter over and cull it right up. It would be in front line of me and I couldn't see it. I also stepped in a lot of dog shit that the former kidskin would see and step around.

Most of my clothes were blue, especially if I picked them out, because I couldn't match any former people of color. I occasionally would get barrels of laughs from my friend with my creative wear compounding. When my babe or parents gave me apparel as a gift, it was usually in matched sets.
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My older sister has always been a very attractive and pop missy. When I was still in degree school I remember a steadily stream of boys calling her on the phone and coming to the house to pick her up. Some of my buddies liked to come over to our house hoping to get a glimpse of her. She was four twelvemonth older—quite a gap when you're a kid—but as soon as I was old enough to treasure the opposite sex, I could appreciate my sister Cindy. I was proud of her. She was hot.

Cindy was the hale package. Slim, spiritualist superlative, ample titty, nice arse, retentive blond hair and bright blueish heart. Her dead body would flex read/write head and she knew how to dress. She had a couplet of fast wild blue yonder denim shorts that hugged her ass like shrink wrap, and when she'd wear them with a halter or a tube top it was hard to seem away. She also had a bit of a raving mad streak.

When Cindy was nineteen years old she started seeing a biker named jemmy. He was always cool with me but our parents didn't tending for him right from the showtime. He was uncouth and very rough around the edges. He came from a lower-class, fatherless home, had poor manners and could be rather impudent and disrespectful to people without even realizing it. Whatever attracted Cindy to Jimmy is anybody's supposition ; maybe she was just being rebellious. But he'd soar up to the house on his Harley and Cindy would hop on the spinal column and off they'd go.

Sometimes she'd be back the Lapp Night and other times she'd be gone for Clarence Day. Our parents were not secretive about their look about jimmy, which probably made Cindy more determined to see him. I think they were hoping the kinship would run its course of instruction and then Cindy would observe a decent man to settle down down with. But all of that went out the windowpane when Cindy got herself knocked up.

In those sidereal day, in our family, there was only one choice : They were going to get conjoin. Jimmy started hemming and hawing, saying how he wasn't prepare and he was too young to get married and all that, but my old man put him straight pretty damn nimble. jemmy was going to hook up with 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 jemmy were hubby and married woman with a baby on the way. I helped them proceed into a shabby row house in the metropolis. I was only over there a couple times after that ; it was pretty depressing. It was in a shadowy neighbourhood and the stylus of article of furniture and décor was what I would describe as ‘ Early Poverty ’.
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I was a senior in high shoal when their baby was born, a beautiful short girl they named Rachel. Those next few years I was away at college and didn't see Cindy or Jimmy or my niece hardly at all, just when I was home for Christmas. But my mother kept me updated on their spousal relationship. It was rocky from the start. They would overprotect and fight and money was tight. They'd have a shoo-in and Jimmy would ride off on his bicycle and disappear for years at a fourth dimension. My Mom and Cindy sat side-by-side every William Ashley Sunday daybreak telling in the church building choir so she got the scoop every week. Cindy was trying to keep the marriage together for the rice beer of Rachel. I think that they really did upkeep for one another but that jemmy was just too immature to go up to his province for any length of time.

I went to college on the five class architectural plan. I had changed my major in my sophomore year from technology to computer science and needed some summer grade and two extra semesters to calibrate. My parents came to the university for my graduation observance 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 intelligence to me that Cindy and Jimmy had separated. She had taken Rachel and left him, and they were currently staying with my parents until she could impress into her new place.

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

"Hopefully her deadbeat married man will pay her some money for child funding !"my Church Father chipped in.
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When I got to my parent's menage the future day I saw Cindy for the first time in almost six months. She wore blue jean and a white tee shirt and she looked great. The cobbler's last few times I'd seen her I could sense the tension she was under. But she seemed better now, more relaxed. She hugged me when I came in the door and kissed my nerve. I put my arms around her and hugged her for the first time in a long time. Rachel was a middling little angel. Blond and blue like her mommy, with a big grin.

At dinner the nighttime before with my parents the mesmerism had come up that perhaps I could rent a room from Cindy in her new menage for a while to help her out financially. That sounded sound to me. I'd be starting a new job soon and would cause to get a new place anyway. I certainly wasn't going to populate at rest home. And it would throw me an opportunity to serve out my sister and get to know my niece a little unspoilt. So the design was that I would take Cindy and Rachel out for pizza and broach the subject at that time.

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

Rachel was ecstatically in favor of the idea. Cindy looked at her watch. It was a little early for dinner but what the nether region ?

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

"Sure, why not ! My treat. This big first-grader face thirsty and I could eat a small horse !"I said, patting Rachel's heading."And you're looking kind of slight, Cindy,"I added, pinching her slim waist."mightiness demand to fat you up a little. Besides, we have a lot of catching up to do !"

I drove the three of us to a local pizza pie sitting room about a mile from the house. Cindy and I ordered a gravid pizza, a twirler of beer for us and a big snow for Rachel. She asked me about college and she briefly filled me in on what had been happening in her life story. She was careful not to cite Jimmy or the separation ; we could sing about that later. But she talked enthusiastically about the new home plate they would soon be moving to, and described it room by room.

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

"To you ? Really ?"

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

"Why wouldn't it forge ?"

"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 rent out the extra room, that's all,"I said."And I need to find a seat anyway."

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

Rachel nodded enthusiastically with her mouth replete of pepperoni.

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

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

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

Cindy rose from her chairwoman, turned, and I watched her pass to the restroom. Her ass looked o.k. inside her mingy jeans and her cut jersey was tucked in snugly showing off her firm chest. My new roomy may give birth been my baby, but I had to admit she looked pretty damn hot.
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A duet hebdomad later we moved in. I asked my old friend Leon to facilitate. Leon is a six foot six, very physical black dude and we had both played on our high school basketball squad together. He had a truck, which we needed, plus I thought he might total in handy if jemmy decided to make Cindy any cocksucker when we went to pick up her stuff at his row theater. 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 clobber onto the hand truck and drove off. We had to realize a couple runs from our parents'house too, moving clothing, article of furniture, seam and cartons wide-cut of numerous betting odds and ends.

It was dinnertime by the time we were all moved in and everything was in its home. It was a Friday and Leon didn't have design for the evening so we invited him to stay for dinner party 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 detail and storing them in the storage locker. Leon and I hit the beers immediately and Cindy drank wine-colored, and over the next couplet of hr 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 active day and the drinkable, so we started fading pretty soon after that. First Cindy said she was turning in and left to go get ready for bed. Leon was in no shape to drive so I fetched him a pillow and some cover so he could doss on the couch. Then I went to bed, which was a unsheathed mattress on the floor. 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 drinking of water. I heard noises coming from inside the master sleeping room at the end of the hall. I looked in the livelihood room and the sofa was empty. I stood outside the closed bedroom door and heard a low chorus of moans and groans and a steady, wet smacking from inside. I listened for a little patch and there was no mistaking Leon's pharyngeal grunts and Cindy's murmuring responses to his thrusts.

I was cursing under my breath when I went back to my bedchamber and closed the threshold. I was pissed off. It was prissy of Leon to facilitate us prompt, but where does he get off thinking he could be intimate my sister as a incentive ? I was seething—I don't know why I was so mad, but I was—and I didn't like the visual of Leon stabbing his Glycyrrhiza glabra stick in and out of my babe. Cindy was vulnerable, separated from her hubby, just moving into a new home with her little missy, and Leon takes advantage like that. I steamed for a spell before finally falling back to sleep.
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I woke up too soon with a head ache. I was hoping Leon would be gone, and he was. I didn't want a confrontation with him. I took a shower and some Empirin and then started rummaging through the kitchen for chocolate, of which there was none. I drove to a convenience computer storage and bought two large coffee bean and some breakfast biscuits. When I got back to the theater Cindy was standing against the kitchen counter in her robe. Her whisker was wet from the shower.

"I got us some coffee and biscuit,"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 middling state of nature night. I'm not used to drinking a totally feeding bottle of vino !"

"Yeah, it looks like it was a wild night in more way of life 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 screw him ?"

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

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

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

"You did ? Why ?"

"Why ? Because I felt like it, that's why, not that it's any of your business enterprise. And because I had a lilliputian too very much to drink. And because I have demand. 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 theater. 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 activeness until I felt it was good to go back to the theater with my tail between my legs.
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I stopped to pick up some sandwiches on the way home. When I entered the mansion 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 staple and there was a pot of soup on the stove. I felt like a cad because she'd worked hard 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, white silky robe and was reclined on her bed with her rear against a voltaic pile of pillows, reading a book. The TV was not hooked up yet. There was a scented candle burning on the nightstand. Cindy looked up at me but didn't say anything.

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

"Sure,"she said and closed the book.

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

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

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

"Look Cindy, I'm sorry. I don't want to fight. I was so incorrectly, completely out of stock. I behaved like an ass. I don't know why I reacted that way. I'm just over-protective of my big sister, I guess."

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

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

"I just needed to get off."

I slid close and hugged her. She put her implements of war 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,"Will you stay and hold me for a little while ?"

"Of course,"I whispered, and moved in beside her on the bed. As I put my arm around her she scooted down and our heads rested on the pillows. She snuggled closer 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 piece in silence, our bodies touching from top to penetrate. My nerve was outpouring with the top of her point. I could reek the aroma of strawberry shampoo in her hair and could experience the ennoble swaying of her speed organic structure as she inhaled and exhaled. Every so often she would suspire and change her placement ever-so-slightly, and would cuddle cheeseparing. After several of these insidious move her remaining titty was resting in the palm tree of my left mitt, and her finger were splayed on my abdomen and would come up and evenfall with my breath.

I didn't want to prompt my script, but it took all of my will power to cumber it from trying to cop a more comprehensive feel. Her tit felt business firm and smooth through the thin cloth but I dared not proceed to the point of doing something I'd regret. This was my sister, as well as my new roomy, and I didn't want to screw things up.

But of course of instruction, after a few more apprehensive minute, I couldn't resist. I shifted my body and damn, wouldn't you know it, my left deal shifted too and my wholly script then surrounded and cushioned her glorious tit. I gently massaged it and Cindy let out a peek of a moan and thrusted her tit deeper into my bridge player. I felt her nipple stiffen in my grasp and her fingers began to cast over my abdomen.

I kissed the top of her chief and lightly caressed her arm with my former paw. We went on like this for many minute of arc : My hand kneading her yearning tit, my right deal stroking her arm and brushing her bosom, and the occasional osculation on her straits. I became bolder and ran my hand along her thigh just inch from what I imagined was one dessert pussy.

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

I slid down so we were face-to-face. Her tongue was delving into the ambit of my lip and I sucked her into me. It was the recollective sustained kissing session I had ever experienced, and it went on and on and on. My tool felt like a lead pipe between my legs. I slipped my bridge player under the bottom of her robe and clutched her naked ass.

As we continued our Marathon candy kiss, our tongues never stopped dancing as I moved more onto my side and Cindy more onto her backrest. I loosened the waistband and opened her robe, her slim, aphrodisiacal body au naturel underneath. My thumb 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 hired man found my groin and she rubbed my bloated bone.

After a number of separatrix through the fabric of my trunks, her fingers started fumbling with the snap and zip. She opened my drawers and took my hot, swollen rod into her hand. She stroked me up and down while we put the finishing speck on our lip-lock.

When our lips finally parted Cindy smiled and planted a final examination, dainty candy kiss on the tip of my scent, like a cherry on top of a delicious sweet. Then she moved down, shoved my short to my genu, and wrapped her mouth around my dying dick. I moaned with pleasure and raised my groin to her fount. I took off my shirt and tossed it aside.

She fondled my ripened walnuts as she sucked me, taking more and More prick into her mouth with each bob of her head. I fingered her fuzz 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 top dog. And she was good at it, I'll give her that. Up and down, she lipped and tongued my pecker from the tip to its foot. She gagged slightly when my full-of-the-moon length reached up into her throat, but that didn't slow up her down. She rotated my balls in her fingers and squeezed my ass hard with her other hand, roiling my sperm and coaxing it upward.

I gently swung my tough meat into her, fucking her pretty face, eager to shoot my loggerheaded liquor oceanic abyss into her beckoning mouth.

She sensed when I was nearing my ejaculation. She half-moaned, half-hummed as she sucked me harder and faster and she scrunched my stony balls and prat in her nimble hands. I screeched and held her straits in my bridge player when I came, shaking violently as her mouth remained loaded around my cock and absorbed spurt after spirt of my stored-up cum. Once my trembling were quelled her head rose up and my satisfied cock reappeared from within. I put my mouth on hers and plunged my knife into her cum-filled mouth and she swallowed as we kissed.

I lowered her onto her back and sucked her sass and we launched into another extended muscly kiss. I took my time kissing her neck opening and shoulders, licking her cleavage and axillary fossa and sucking on her tits. Her teat looked like enlarged, hardened Milton Snavely Hershey Kisses, begging me to eat them, and I latched onto them with my hungry mouth right quick. Cindy oohed and aahed as I suckled and pick and chewed on her swelled vesicle and she dug her fingertips pointedly into my neck and upper back.

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

After an exsert period of sucking on her turgid titties, my mouth went south. I slowly kissed every square column inch of her breadbasket, her body squirming with delight, and licked her omphalus light. I ran my natural language around her neatly-trimmed, V-shaped George Herbert Walker Bush, pointing like an arrow to her overt slit. I lowered my face to her privates and she barked like a seal when my tongue split her slit and entered her. My natural language stayed in her for some time.

Her hands were on my caput pulling it into her and she ground her hammock into my face. I clenched her ass with both hands and pulled her snatch soused. I surrounded her clit with my brim and my spit kept diving. She gripped her ramification snugly around my neck, melding us into one fleshy mass. She'd been a gymnast in high-pitched schoolhouse and she obviously had not lost her lightness. I ate her pussy like it was the finale one on Earth.

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

She screamed like a annoyed painter and sprayed me like she was marking her blot. Her bridge player stayed clamped to my head and she continued to mash her cunt into my face as I sucked her. With her tumid clit firmly in my mouthpiece, it felt like I was sucking on a peach pit and Cindy's rhythmical grunt told me she liked it. She kept grinding on my flooded face even after she'd emptied her bucket. But my dick had again risen to stiff attending and I could feel my origin boiling against its slim skin.

Gradually her throes slowed. I detached my mouth from her clit and kissed it. I licked her cum from her lips and second joint. I rose to my genu and she saw my congested, glistening cock pointing at the ceiling. I looked in her centre for a moment. She licked her sassing and nodded.

I leaned forward and atop her. The head of my shaft touched her slippery slash. I kissed her and instantly in a synchronized flash her tongue sprung into my sassing and her manus grabbed my cock and fed it into her. Her hired hand gripped my arse like a bench vise so I squirted my deal under her and did the same. I started fucking her and then her groyne got back into the swing music and she was fucking me back, and soon we had a unattackable, unwavering throb going on. following I felt her fingertips in the crack of my ass, spreading me, and this made me fuck her knockout, 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 tooshie out.

After a few proceedings I slowed down and fucked her prissy and easy for a patch, pacing myself, wanting it to hold out and delay my release. But then our speed picked up again, as did our breathing, as did our moans and moan, and soon we were fucking like two love-starved animals.

When I started to come I thrusted into her as hard as I could and I cracked my chief on the headboard. I came like a suddenly-unkinked hose ; I could feel the intense billow in my phallus as my cum rose up through my rotating shaft, once, twice, and again and again.

I was just about done when Cindy began. Her rima oris let out a high howl and her nails dug into my vertebral column and she had another shivering orgasm and her cum mix with mine. I felt her warm, fluid discharge surroundings my stopcock and seep out of her onto my shrunken addict. I collapsed on top of her and kissed her and held her, and my dick remained inside her for a long time.
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We were lying arms-in-arms, basking in our love Light Within and pleasantly pooped, when I realized that not a word of honor 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 automatic and the most natural thing in the world.

"Cindy, I don't have it away 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 safe 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 glass centre and said,"Well, you're a pretty soundly fuck yourself, footling brother."

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

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

Cindy smacked me on the stern."No more about that ! That's unfortunate person ancient account. 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 gown around her and I slipped on my trunks. We went into the kitchen to eat soup and sandwiches. Then we cleaned up, went back to the bedroom, got naked and fucked again. Cindy rode me this time, her slick pussy slithering up and down and all around my cock, and I aided her lift with my hands. She came first this metre ; she moaned and her body shook and she poured her hot buttered cum all over me. Then, she did a flawless dismount, took my prickly pecker into her mouth and sucked me off. I came in thirty endorsement and scored it a staring 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 draftsman. She had her back to me and in the dusky light I saw her hired hand add up behind her to her ass. She was rubbing her hands together when she turned and came back to bed.

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

"Oh, near sunrise, I didn't know if you were awaken,"she said, and kissed me. Then she touched my half-staff member and added,"Is this big guy awake yet ? Let me say ‘ good dawning'to him."

She went down and sucked me for a arcminute or two until my cock had risen to its uttermost morning resplendency. She rubbed my cock up and down various times with unctuous hands, then used it as a handle to pull me on top of her as she lay back on the bed. She lifted her trunk 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 rubbing surrounding its girth. It took me a moment to agnize 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 feel the drag of the cave of her ass on the cut skin of my cock. I held her articulatio humeri in my hands and pumped riotous, her ass expanding and try-on to my cock like a glove one size too small. I could feel the walls of her ass scrunch down on my gist. Cindy put her hired man between her wooden leg and worked her inflate clit.

"You like this ?"she rasped.

"An unexpected pleasure,"I said.

"Come in my ass."

We got into some swift swinging then. Her eyes never left mine as I reamed her ; the bed was rocking and her fingers flew like lightning over her elaborate sweet bit. My mind possessed only one dogmatic thought process : fuck that ass. The school principal of my cock had tunnel sight as, minute after lecherous minute, it glided in and out of Cindy's buttery maw.

"I'm gon na get along big,"she finally said. I gripped her tits like I was holding on for near life story 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 spasms diminished, Cindy gripped my thighs with her worthless hands. She wanted to ram a fingerbreadth up my ass but she couldn't quite reach. But just the thinking of her long sexy digit jolting my asshole was all it took, and I soon felt my cum rising to culminate. It was now my good 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 nip, 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 Sir Thomas More innate size and my cum seeped out and onto the bed.
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"I have to get ready to go to church,"Cindy said.

We'd been lying in bed recovering for twenty minute 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, skillful aurora Mom, and by the way, Hugh says Hi too, and he fucked my ass this daybreak !"

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

"Yes, it was. And it will generate me something to imagine about during the sermon."

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

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

"Of row, I understand,"I said.

"What happened is between us."

"I know."

"But maybe if you are available future Saturday nighttime, we could make a date."

"Really ? What would you like 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 tongues wrestled for a minute.

"Jimmy will be taking Rachel on weekends,"she said."He will be alternating between picking her up her Saturday good afternoon and dropping her off at church on Sunday, or picking her up on Friday and bringing her rachis Sat. So I'll have either a Friday or Sat Night barren each weekend ; next week it's Saturday."

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

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

She kissed my lips and was off.
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The observe week we were care two ships continually passing in the Night. Cindy worked twenty-four hours and was a doting female parent at night. I made myself just most of the clock time. I think we were both anxiously awaiting Saturday night. I know I was.

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

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

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

She was barefoot and was wearing a blue jean wearing apparel with a long zipper in the figurehead from the neck all the way down to the hem just above her articulatio genus. I pulled the zip all the way down and opened the dress wide. I put my arms around her naked skin and kissed her again.

When we were done with our kiss I was already hard. I looked at her beautiful trunk and grinned. All she wore under that garb were two pasties on her nipples and the scanty G-string I'd ever seen. It was skintight, barely covering her Split backtalk and her cameltoe was inviting me. And all three art object were gleaming, atomic number 10 blue.

"Wow !"I said.

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

"Fat fortune of that."

I knelt before her, pulled her brilliantly blue postage legal tender aside and plunk right wing in. I ate that delicious pussy right then and there with Cindy leaning with her back against the counter. She put one substructure on my shoulder, opening herself, giving me amount access, and guided my head with her men. My sassing and lingua worked together doing everything they could to hasten her hot clitoris. I reached behind her and held her ass in my paw. I found the laughingstock stopple, snugly in office, and I twisted and grinded it into her, and did the same with my face and her cunt.

She came right there in the kitchen, with her frock heart-to-heart widely and my pass in her genitals. Her nebuliser was profuse and it ran over my grimace and into my back talk and onto the floor. We didn't even wipe it up—we left the pool for later. We made our way to her bed and fucked and sucked all night. And on Sunday dayspring she again had to wash my cum out of her ass before she left for church.

For the next six month or so—twenty-seven consecutive weekends to be exact—we were fan. We were sharp-set. We were animals. We were cum machines. But then it had to end.

Over the premature span of calendar month Jimmy had been contacting Cindy Sir 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 induce things right. Cindy at first was torn, but the guilt misstep Jimmy laid on her worked. She gradually weakened and agreed.

Our go night together was a Friday. It was great as always, and even Sir Thomas More intense. We fucked harder and louder than ever. It was as if we both wanted to be feeling it for a month. Soon Jimmy would be moving in and I'd be moving out.
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I moved Cross res publica 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 touch and it seemed like a relationship with a future so I ended up moving out there. It seemed like a good idea ; it was a in force job, dependable pay, plus it got me away from Cindy and any temptations that I would give certainly had.

I married Josie. Our union was easily than Cindy's, at least for a few old age. We made it work for a while but it eventually turned to stool. Josie was a goodness person but we were a mismatch ; untimely mortal, right wing fourth dimension, I guess. And the sex was workaday, but then after Cindy, who knows, maybe anyone would have come up short. Somehow we made it almost ten old age, but the last three or four were not fun. Fortunately we had no baby so we only had to part our assets and propel on. After the divorce I figured I would move back East, but with promotions and steady salary increase I stayed put another four and a half years. My lifespan during those years essentially consisted of two things : working and trying annul getting involved with women.

I stayed in speck with my menage of course ; my mother kept me in the loop. Cindy and jimmy had separated and reconciled three different times before splitting up one hold out fourth dimension and divorcing. Rachel had grown into a wild child, into drugs, ill-affected and indocile and doing her own affair. She moved out of the house on the day she graduated high school and the family only saw her around the vacation.

I learned that my old Quaker Mel would be getting married in a few calendar month. I had been thinking about moving back, and when I heard about his wedding ceremony, it became a no-brainer. The time was right. So, I applied for some jobs, went on some interviews, and the timing worked out. I moved back and started my new position three weeks before the wedding.
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The bachelor-at-arms political party was a week before the wedding. Mel's best man was a guy we'd gone to schooling with. His nickname was rocket engine, so that might tell you something about him. Eruca vesicaria sativa was the sort of guy who was always first into the pool, afraid of zilch, spared no expense and never let a dollar notice burn a hole in his pocket. We all knew that if garden rocket was in charge of the knight bachelor party, it was going to be a doozy.

He didn't let us down. projectile was divorced but he'd managed to keep the planetary house, a big one out in the burbs, with a orotund big room on the footing floor. There was music playing, subdued kindling, comfortable article of furniture and a affluent bar. There were a dozen guy altogether and all showed up within a few transactions of the determine time. Drinks started flowing and Rocket filled us in on what to expect.

"okeh, guy cable,"he said,"Listen up, this is very important. I got a duet young lady coming over in about an time of day. They're gon na open us all a piddling show and then they're gon na give Mel a trivial show of his own, and then maybe even the rest period of us if we're lucky. BUT : You can't touch ‘ em. They can touch us but we can't touch them. So you all got ta promise to behave yourselves, all rightfield ? And being sot is no alibi because we'll all be drunk and we'd make icky witnesses. Everybody got it ?"

We all nodded and agreed and continued to consume various alcoholic beverage. The buzzer rang at the ordained time and Rocket ushered in two fine-looking young women. They both wore ashen lab pelage and four-inch heels. One was blackamoor, kind of tall with a melt off side, long pitch blackness wavy hair's-breadth, and she carried a black leather doctor's bag. The early dame was white, a couple inches shorter with a cute face, gilt earrings and shoulder-length blue hair. I liked her already.

A deep-cushioned making love seat had been moved to the center of the room. This would be their ‘ leg ’. The other furniture was arranged in a circle around it, giving all a good view. Except one chair was front and shopping mall : That's where Mel sat.

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

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

"We ready, fellas ?"We all roared.

"Ready girls ?"he asked. They nodded and got into location, and put the Doctor of the Church's bag off to the side.

The music was a pulsating funk with an vulgar tactile property, a swampy laid-back groove that the girls were instantly moving to, and they both had estimable motion. They danced around each other for a moment or two, running their custody over their bodies through the white cloth of their coats. The Guy whooped when they embraced and had a long, protracted candy kiss, and they clutched each other's asses under the rachis of their coat. As they kissed and shook their fag to the rhythm, blue whisker started unbuttoning coal black's smock. The boys hollered again when it came off and was tossed aside. She was gorgeous, tenacious and lean with tranquil, saturnine chocolate skin and athletic abs. She wore a skimpy mordant bikini top and a skimpy disgraceful G-string that matched the color of her skin, and if I hadn't been so close I would let sworn she was already naked.

Then Ebony returned the favor and unbuttoned wild blue yonder. When her coat came off there was a soft pant of surprise. She had a killer body too, and a blue bra and panties to match her pilus. But what caused the surprise was on her body itself : She was completely covered with unnumerable tattoos from her articulatio humeri to her toes. She was a human stamp pad ; It was strong to spot a square up inch of nude frame. There were all kinds of images big and small, blanketing her shoulder, her coat of arms, her back, her stomach, her ass, legs, articulatio talocruralis, feet. plant, fauna, Hydra and wanderer and lizards and cactus and dustup and arrows and mountain 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 push button dangled a amber concatenation. And almost of the ink was darker, and much of it blue, at to the lowest degree to my eyes. They started going at it.

sable was suddenly behind blue air, kissing her neck, and peeled off the wild blue yonder bra. And tinker's dam if those big firm tits weren't smothered with tattoos as well, and her pierced nipples displayed glossy gold hoops. After they faced each early again and kissed, Ebony started sucking wild blue yonder's tits.

As soot black sucked on those pierced, adorned nipples, blue devil reached behind her, unhooked her bra and tossed it on the passion posterior. ebony tree then slipped her hanker black finger inside the spinal column of the blue panties and wiggled them down, revealing blue sky's snatch, its lips also pierced and decorated with computer hardware. Ebony pushed those puny scanty all the way down to the floor and her school principal wasn't far behind. She was quickly on her knees eating white pussy.

Then they did a trivial switcheroo and bluing started doing Ebony, and for the future few minutes went to townsfolk on some Negroid puss and tits. The boys were enjoying the show and yelling encouragement to them, often with lewd and repulsive proposition for their act.

The girl paused while Blue picked up the doctor's bag and opened it. offset she took out a boastfully glass tip jar and placed it on a table. Then she took out a flexible image dildo, perhaps nine or ten in long, and they played around with that for a piece.

Most of the guys probably already had full-blast hard-on by this clock time, but if they didn't, what came next would feature certainly done the illusion. As their coordinated consistence knack to the measure, those lady friend ran that dildo between their stage, into their kitty and in and out of their rima oris. Ebony then wrapped her lips around one forefront of that elastic cock and took it in an inch at a time. I watched her jaws and neck brawniness working in concert as bit by bit she took it into her throat. The boys went crank when she had deep-throated almost all of it and only the other dickhead was left exposed.

blue angel got back into the act. She put her oral fissure around that scupper drumhead so she was kissing ebony tree's sass. Then we watched as their lip and mouths and throats worked in unison and their four hands groped their material body. Their head teacher and body writhed together for another distich minutes and when their mouth at last parted the dildo was completely embedded in Amytal's backtalk and throat with only the early dickhead sticking out of her sassing. The altogether crew erupted in applause and wow of delight when blueness pulled that long rod out of her mouth slowly, inch by in. She held it up, and it looked massive in her feminine hand. The girls took a bow and then switched their focus to Mel.

The political party was in entire, erotic swinging. Mel got two salt-and-pepper, buck-naked lap dancing, and then ebony tree and blue sky took turns blowing him. He was sucking on a mordant tit and Blue was doing the 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 guy and pretty soon more and more dicks were coming out, and soon the girls were on their human knee sucking them. I was hoping to give Ebony a taste of mine, and she was working my face of the room.

But the more than I looked at wild blue yonder, the more than I wanted to look at her. She was almost appalling to look at but it was hard to take my optic off of her. She had a great body but it was difficult to apprize it…I couldn't understand why she would require to cut through it with all those tattoos. I was trusted she'd regret it someday. And her piercings were also over-the-top. She had jewelry decorating her ear, nose, nipples, umbilicus and cunt.

Ebony finally got to me and started rubbing my cock, and then she took it out and went down. But even as I was enjoying her experienced mouth around my soon-to-be-emptied custard rocket launcher, I was still watching Amytal. She was just a few foundation away sucking one guy and jerking off another. She looked unbelievable, rude like some animal or native in the jungle, almost repugnant. But I couldn't seem away ; she drew my optic like a magnet.

After about an minute and they had satisfied everyone, Blue and ebony put on their lab coats, and stuffed their wearing apparel, heel, dildo and teeming tip jar into the physician's bag. I was watching Blue as she was wrapping the pelage around her blighted dead body when she glanced at me. She caught my eye but quickly looked away. Both girls'eye were heavily made-up with big faker whip and eye shadow so I couldn't read anything into it from across the room.

After they left the political party went strong for another hr or so, then quickly petered out. I drove home to my new townhouse, took some aspirin and went to bed. But I couldn't get the epitome of blueing out of my head.

When I had briefly caught amobarbital sodium's eye I thought I had seen a glint of the outset of a smile for an instant before she looked away, but I couldn't be sure. There was an mote of recognition in there somewhere but I couldn't for the life sentence of me place it. It nagged at me for days and narrowly eluded me like an evasive word on the tip of your tongue. Then one night I was lying in bed reliving it for the umpteenth time, and it hit me. Blue was my niece.
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I hadn't seen Rachel for twelvemonth. From what I'd been told, several days back she'd left home proper out of gamy school, did her own matter, and had made herself just ever since. But I was now sure it was her, something about her eyes and her almost-smile had triggered a years-old subtle recollection.

I got rocket's telephone number from Mel and called him. I asked him about the little girl from the bachelor party.

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

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

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

"Yep, sure was."

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

"No, but I know somebody who might."

"well, they both work at that salon in that landing strip core on 8th across from the mall."

I knew the station. I thanked him and we ended the call. I looked up the figure and called it. I didn't know which gens Rachel would be using so I tried to play dumb, as if person had referred me but I'd forgotten the fille's name. The receptionist went through their roster and when she got to the name Rachel I said, ‘ That's it ’. I gave her a name and booked a one-hour school term for Fri afternoon.
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I walked into the salon Fri at four p.m. Even though I had no estimate what I was doing or what I was going to say, something was drawing me, and I figured it would be a relaxing way to end the study calendar week, if nada else. I checked in with the receptionist and she had me satiate out some pattern and then showed me to a way. She pointed to a partitioning and told me to peel to my trunks and lay face-down on the mesa and Rachel would be with me shortly.

I glanced at the door when Rachel entered. Her whisker wasn't blue, it was her natural blond, in braids. She wore scrubs and no makeup, her blue centre sparkling. I couldn't assistant but look through her wearing apparel and imagine her inked cutis and pierced nipples and pussy sassing underneath. This was my niece, I kept telling myself, I must be crazy ; but here I was.

She didn't say anything at get-go. She washed and dried her mitt at the sink and then fiddled with some bottleful of oil. She came to the board and poured the warm up liquid onto my back.

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

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

"I'm fine. Long time no see, huh ? At least until that bachelor 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 initiate with your head and study my way all the way down to your invertebrate foot, okay ? Then we'll summersault you over and operate our way back up. Let me bonk if there are any areas you don't want me to massage."

"Okay,"I said. I started to relax as her skilled finger's breadth kneaded my read/write head and neck."How did you come to be a massage therapist ?"

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

"A couplet Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later,"I said."You looked comrade but with the blue whisker and the eye composition and the inadequate light, plus it had been so long 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 surplus 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 great deal of a shock."

"It was a hell of a show you two young lady 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 back and pouring oil all over my thighs. She again schmeared it liberally over my cutis and I felt a shiver when her fingernail flicked the cleft of my ass.

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

"It depends,"she said."about weekends we do one or two, sometimes three. Freddy, the bartender at the Hoochie Coochie nightclub script us. We used to work there as dancers but we got spue of the hours and the way we were treated and having to make the crowd of inebriate afterwards. Private parties are much easier and safe. We work a duad hours and make a lot of money."

I was savoring the air pressure of her unassailable finger's breadth rubbing my buttocks and the back of my thighs. Then she poured Thomas More oil on my calves and ankles and feet.

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

Rachel laughed and pummeled my calves.

"okeh, somerset over,"Rachel said.

I did as I was told. She ran her thumbs along my unctuous shins.

"So, Uncle Hugh,"she said after a bit,"Why are you here ?"

"What ?"I said."For a massage."

"For a massage, right, I know that. But you're not here for anything else ? Like to talk some sensation into me ? Or to tell me how to know my lifetime ?"

"Oh no, zilch like that. I could tell at the bachelor-at-arms party, you're all grown up ; your life is your own. At first I was attracted to the black girl, but then I found I couldn't take my middle off of you. That was retentive 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 foremost I was embarrassed for me, but then I didn't want to abash you, or hold you uncomfortable. Then when I saw Jen going down on you I was a little jealous."

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

"Yeah,"she said."sound pretty sick, doesn't it ? I guess when I'm sucking a crowd of foreign dick 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 shorts and was stiff as a two-by-four. She noticed and put her hand on it and stroked it gently.

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

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

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

It was a rhetorical doubt. I lifted my butt joint and she grabbed the rubber band shank of my boxers and pulled them off. She poured oil into her deal 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 nice stopcock,"she whispered, and took it into her mouth.

She maneuvered her rima oris up and down over my tool and every 1 CVA of her bobbing forefront felt like a mini-orgasm. I then realized that Rachel had an additional piercing I had been unaware of until that moment : her glossa. She had some variety of magical stud protruding from the top of her tongue and every single time it dragged along the duration of my cock 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 nous of my prick. When my ejaculation was finally over Rachel let my cum drip slowly from her mouth over my stomach and thorax and she rubbed in it, and finished my massage. Then she kissed my sass and slipped her silky tongue into my mouth and I tasted semen and mountain. She washed her manpower 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 misgiving ?'I thought to myself as I was getting dressed. I felt great. That Young Lady is not only one infernal region 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 following Clarence Day I constantly thought of Rachel. I was anxious for Fri to come, not just for the massage and the chance of another blowjob, but to see Rachel. I thought about the defaced body underneath those scouring, the piercings, the grotesqueness of it. I wanted to see that body again, naked. I wanted to touch it, to feel it, to savor it.

I knew it was wrong, she was my niece for Christ's sake, but since I used to fuck my sister all those years ago, it didn't seem so scandalous to me. All I could call up about was Rachel and the stud in her tongue and how I felt like I was coming every fourth dimension she licked along the hide of my cock.
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I had a dream about Rachel. I don't recollect my dreams very often, and when I do they are usually colorless, like an old Shirley Temple Black and whiten motion-picture show. But my dream about Rachel was to the full of coloration ; blue, of course.

We were naked in bed. Her whisker was blue, her eyes were profane, her body was covered with dismal tattoos, and her numerous loops and irons dangling from her versatile eubstance parts sparkled in contrast. We were kissing and my hands were active all over her colorize flesh, and my dick was long and punishing. Then I was on top of her and she spread her kitty-cat for me, inviting me in, and the interior of her cunt was a bright, liquid blue. But when I tried to accede her my rooster turned into a Snake River and started squiggling around and darting back and Forth, and as hard as I tried to put its promontory into her profane lagoon, it evaded me, and I would leave out her unfold cut by an inch or two. She let go of her cunt back talk and they closed and the atomic number 79 basketball hoop fastened to them turned into a prison gate, locking her slit, and my snake head teacher kept banging on the gate, locked out and unable to introduce. I awoke in a exertion with my adulterate and swollen rod aching. I jerked off hoping it would save the insistence and help me get back to sleep.
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I showed up to the salon the succeeding Fri more relaxed than the week before, but still a petty unquiet with expectation. Rachel gave a large massage of path, and our conversation was gratis and covered many topics. I asked her about her bluing hair and she said it was to aid keep open her two lives severalize. I asked about the tattoos and how she had come to acquire so many. She told me she didn't really have it away, she had gotten one, then another, and another and pretty soon she was addicted. Saami with the piercings : once she got started it was hard to hold on. ‘ Do you like them ?'she asked. I told her that after the initial seismic disturbance I found it grueling to see away.

I was hard as granite when I flipped over and Rachel didn't dissipation any clip. She took off my shorts and stroked me and sucked me, and dragged her tongue stud up and down again and again, each pass like a climax in itself. I was sighing with pleasance, and I wanted to put my handwriting between her legs and finger her hot puss, but I didn't. I chickened out, not wanting to storm her or bankrupt anything. When I came it was a major load, and Rachel kept her oral fissure clamped around my meat until my body stopped vibrating. She swallowed what must have been a hefty mouthful of cum, and then she kissed me and I held her as our tongues did a slippery dance, a much longer 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 like to.

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

"Sounds like a great musical theme,"I said. I didn't know what she meant by ‘ or something ’, but I liked the audio of it.
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Rachel was in the foyer when I arrived the next Friday. She greeted me and led me to the massage room. As soon as the door closed behind us she planted a osculation on my lips and told me to undress. I went behind the sectionalization and disrobed.

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

So I did. She watched me with a flirtatious smile as I walked naked the few feet to the massage table with half a hard-on. I lay face-down on the table and Rachel started doing her thing. I was totally relaxed, the tenseness of the work week fading away, and anticipating what was to come. But she still had a surprise for me.

She poured oil on my ass and legs and I felt some of the warm fluid ooze into the fissure of my ass. She spread my bum apart with her fingerbreadth and I felt it drip inside. She deep-rubbed my butt end musculus for a minute. Then I hissed when I felt her finger dip into my asshole.

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

Her finger glided easily in and out of my ass a figure of times and my prick was hard against the thin out matt of the table. I stayed that way over the ensuing minutes as she massaged my branch. When I rolled over my dick stood up at full mast.

Rachel pretended not to notice. She oiled my legs and massaged them from the tail up. When she was working my high thighs her finger's breadth came within a centimeter of my cock and chunk, but she didn't touch them. I was gripping the edge of the table tightly with bare knuckle, hoping that she would snap up it and come out going to town, but she did not. She just moved on to my speed body.

We hadn't said anything for a while. I thought maybe there was something wrongfulness that I was unaware of ; my judgement was wandering and I was thinking that maybe I wasn't going to get the royal intervention this time. Then I squawked when her clenched fist tightened around my engorged balls. Rachel was standing even with my chest of drawers, her eyes were blue fire.

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

She bent over and I watched her mouth descend and surround my distended dick. It quickly disappeared into her and then her mouth were kissing the top of my globe. She still had one hand on my scrotum and the other was clamped on my ass.

She gagged a couple clip but she didn't come up for air right away, she kept me in her mouth and throat and worked my ass and balls. When she did come up she sucked on my glob and licked my shaft, dragging her pseudo-orgasmic lingua he-man along my lean, tight skin, and then sucked the headland of my dick like a siphon. Then with what seemed alike no effort she enveloped me with her mouth and once again the head of my cock was in the back of her throat.

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

Within Rachel's up-and-coming finger my shift was about to explode and station its payload skyward. I tried to muffle my moan with my upper arm, but it was cheap enough to signal to her that I was about to come. She whipped her mouth off of me, her teeth concisely pinching the tip. Instantly she squeezed the slam of my cock in her helping hand and placed her thumb over the hole, locking in my cum. She started licking me, dragging that stud up along the skin of my tool, from base to tip. She did this over and over, simulating my orgasm, but not allowing my cum to get out. When she finally did, I was like a bottle arugula 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 fingerbreadth and wiped her face with a towel."Well, now that there is one happy camping bus,"she said.

I pulled her to me, put my arms around her and kissed her, my tongue diving trench for the spot where my putz had been. It was a recollective osculation and she used my tool as a handle.

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

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

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

"Really ? What was his gens ?"

"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 quoin of the bar facing the door. I wanted to see her make believe her entrance.

The barkeep had just put my beer on the bar when she walked in. She looked pretty hot, as expected. Her blonde tomentum was down on her shoulders. She wore skin-tight mordant jean, pitch blackness pumps and a soft cream jumper with the arm rolled up to her cubital joint, exposing her tattooed forearms. She spotted me and smiled and I felt a niggling tingle in my lumbus as I watched her walk over. She kissed my lips and took the toilet to my left.

"Sorry I'm a little belated,"she said, and ordered a methamphetamine of merlot.

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

She looked and smelled unused from a shower, emitting a lemony scent. 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 keep my seat,"she said."Because after the massage you had, you must be much too relaxed to put up much of a fight."She smiled and squeezed my thigh.

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

She seemed a little gamey. Her pupils were dilated and the baby blue of her oculus was shoved to the edges.

We talked for a little while and ordered another round of golf. We talked about our job and I was thrifty not to ask too many questions about her double life-time 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 call me on my twenty-first birthday."She sighed and took a gulping of her drink.

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

"What do you think of ?"

"You seem a little buzzed or something."

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

"Not much to assure,"I said."distinctive 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 lots to see, though."

"There's no fourth dimension like the present."

"Now ?"I asked.

"Sure, why not ?"

I paid our tab and we got up to leave. I felt centre upon us as we strode to the threshold ; they were all probably wondering what the hell this dude in his lately thirties is doing with the hottie in her early on twenties.

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

I opened the passenger door for her and she got in. As soon as I was behind the wheel and my door was shut she was on me. Her right hired man molded around my cock and her clapper jabbed into my mouth. I could savor red wine and felt the stud scratching my tongue, which instantly sent me back, and my cock hardened as I imagined it tracing the long boundary of it.

"Take me house,"she said."show me your bedroom."

"Are you sure about this ?"I asked.

"Of course, I'm sure,"she said, sounding surprised."I've blown you three multiplication already, Uncle Hugh. I was sure the number one time I saw you lying ass-up in the massage room."

"Okay,"I said,"Just making sure enough and please drip the ‘ Uncle ’. I just wouldn't want to take advantage."

"I want to take vantage of this !"she said, squeezing my cock again.

It was only a ten moment drive to my firm. We didn't talk for a couple min 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 brass."I've seen so many faces of you already tonight. You're beautiful. I want to explore your soundbox and leave you mine. I have a hit for you too."

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

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

I pulled into my garage a brace minutes later. While Rachel used the toilet I pulled a can of beer out of the fridge and popped the top. I took a long pulling on the beer and wondered what the fuck I was doing. The beer was nearly gone when Rachel came out of the bathroom.

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

We walked up the stairs and into my chamber. Rachel opened her handbag and put a couple modest pipe on the end mesa. Then she came over to me.

"pin out your tongue,"she said.

"Rachel, I don't know…"

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

I stuck my tongue out and Rachel put a minuscule piece of blotter paper on it. It melted away by the time she had unbuttoned my shirt. I pulled her jumper over her capitulum as she unzipped my knickers. Now topless, the seductive repulsion of her defile flesh drew my eyes like flies. It was love/hate. She pushed me back on the bed and I stared at her gold-looped teat as she pulled off my shoes and windsock and pants. She stepped back and I gazed at her slim, inked trunk as it tapered into the top of her snug, black denim. She kicked off her shoes and swiveled her hips as she opened her zipper chink by click. She hooked her thumbs into her pockets, shook her ass and pushed her denim to the floor and stepped out of them. She tore off her lean black flip-flop and threw it aside. Her beautiful body, blemished by ink, and her ripe young kitty, weighted by gold, was properly in straw man of me. I reached out for her and she came into my arms and straddled my leg with hers. I felt her pussy hardware closet against my sensitive cock.

"I wan na sit on your case !"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 quick I was eating kitty-cat. I could smell and taste the strong, newly Funk of her young snatch along with the metallic flavorer of her jewelry as she grinded into me.

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

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

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

I started feeling a little queasy as I licked her salty oyster. I remembered from the old days this was the pane starting to take on hold and it would transcend. Rachel squirmed and hissed. I sucked hard on her clit like I was trying to swallow it raw.

"Oh, shtup !"she shouted, and pushed her shaved mound harder into my boldness, her bitch rings pinching my sassing."Bite me. Eat me."

I kept munching and her clit felt large in my mouth. Rachel squealed every clock time I softly bit into it and I could find the swollen pressure level of it pushing back against my surrounding lips. She started bouncing up and down, increasing the tautness of tooth and twat, and her pussy slobbered into my mouth. ‘ 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 understructure to nine. The uneasiness was eroding away and each taste of Rachel had become an ambrosian joy. Every lick, every suck seemed to last, every taste sensation savored over. And I was now painfully mindful of my cock—it felt fat and surd and operose like a piece of waterlogged baseball bat.

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

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

I spread her ramification and knelt between them. I looked at her body with renewed bafflement, a flashy smorgasbord of shapes and words and landscapes and animal and plant living. My hallucination were now coming in mercurial wave of to a greater extent and less vividness. I tried not to be distracted from the project at hand.

"shag me. And spill the beans dirty to me,"she said.

"public lecture dirty ? Why ?"I asked.

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

My shaft looked to me like it was two feet longsighted and six inch wide. There was no conceivable way it could fit into the slim cunt of Rachel. But just as the tip was about to adjoin her jewelry-clad goof, her twat sassing spread wide and opened like the backtalk 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 reduce, Pres Young miss could take in a two foot peter without splitting apart, and I didn't want to suffer her.

"seed on, Uncle Hugh, you can do best than that,"Rachel said, and she started humping me heavy and fast."Fuck me !"

I obliged and her snatch felt like a creamy joy wrapped around me. Every mm of my member soaked up the rapturous passion of her voluptuous, featherlike vagina and every squeeze of her cunt around it and every drive it made into her seemed to in conclusion ten seconds, although at our febrile pace in couldn't have been Thomas More than one.

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

I asked her why and fucked her harder.

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

"Yeah."

"Say it."

"Say what ?"

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

"Okay, you're a jade. You're a cunt."

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

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

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

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

"Yes ! I want to follow on you."

"fountainhead, hurry up you little whore."

The Son felt eldritch coming out of my sassing but it seemed to turn her on even more. She dug her painted nails into my backbone and smacked her cunt into me heavy and lift my hammer with her inner walls.

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

"Oh, diddlyshit,"I said."There's a coral Snake on your tits."

"I know that."

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

"Harder !"Rachel said.

Then the scorpion on her go away 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."stopping point your eyes and maintain fucking me. I want to number !"

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

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

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

"livelihood fucking me !"Rachel yelled.

I did. We kept pounding each other, for minutes which felt like hr, and then at last, Rachel squealed like a lodge pig and climaxed, releasing a river of cum out of her aristocratic piranha and all over my discharge anaconda.
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"I'm not a streetwalker, you know,"Rachel said.

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

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

I had reached a dot where my surrealistic visions had subsided. At least until the adjacent wave.

Rachel kissed my lips and it turned into another farseeing one. Her backtalk opened astray and while our faces fucked I slipped my finger's breadth into her caribe. It didn't insect bite. Again, it was probably only a minute or two, but it seemed to go on and on.

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

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

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

She pinched my fingers with her pussy and grabbed my tool with her hand. She pushed me onto my belly and got onto my vertebral column. She kissed my neck and shoulders and all down my dorsum. 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 eyes and focused on her fluffy tongue dancing around my rim. sentence slowed to a snail's pace, hardly moving, but her tongue did not. Each clout, each picture show, each grazing of her tongue was extended and resonated even as the next one began. Then her tongue delved in, filling my ass with its slushy softness and it fucked me with smooth, slow thrust, and it felt like a foot tenacious inside me.

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

With my straits 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 besotted dick and started jerking it and her tongue went back into business on the rim of my ass.

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

Her tongue slithered out of my ass. Then she tugged my hammer down and back through my legs and wrapped her mouthpiece around it. I wrenched my consistence in that direction to denigrate the hyperextended strain on my putz. Her fingers were on my formal and in my ass and she sucked me with a loud, slurpy effectiveness.

Eventually…and again, time lapse was inscrutable…Rachel started her tongue-stud magic trick, tracing it along the bent-back shaft of my member. Each major power slide of that stud up the side of my delicate peter 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 dead eternity Rachel took it into her oral cavity again and sucked with a vengeance, and soon I came, one slow-moving stream after another, like a thick shake being sucked up through a narrow straw.

When I was emptied Rachel gave me back my dick and took her finger out of my ass and we slept.
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When we woke in the morning the creation was normal again. The spider and snakes again were dormant on Rachel's ink-black skin, and although I was somewhat groggy I was seeing straight. My dick was straight as well, and Rachel noticed.

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

I rolled on top. Her pussy was set up and she put me right hand in. Without even so much as a ‘ adept break of day ’, we were fucking. The bed build screeched as I pounded her. I called her a whore and a slut and a cocksucker and soon I shot a few heavy Mexican valium of sperm into her. I must own slowed down some as I released because she yelled at me.

"hold fucking me !"she ordered.

So I accelerated my pounding, called her a cunt and a hiking and a few other choice Christian Bible until she came at last in a loud, extended spasm.
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We took showers and then I drove her back to where she'd left her car. She asked me what I was doing the following Th night.

"Thursday ?"I asked.

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

"Oh, I see."

"Can I come over Thursday night ?"

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

"Right, no acid,"she laughed.
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That Thursday would be our last time. 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 stop. Rachel was a messed-up young 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 good it would be, I figured what the hell, one Thomas More fourth dimension for the road wouldn't hurt.

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

I came three times in the next two hours ; Rachel came once. My foremost metre was in her mouth. Then I went down on her and ate her and sucked her clit until I was good and tough again. I mounted her and stuck my putz into her boggy slit. I banged her like a tom tom over and over, grunting with each thrust, like I was declaring war on her pussy. Looking at her deface flesh I felt like some primitive fucking a beast dame in the hobo camp. I called her dirty names, came inside her, kept fucking her, and called her more soiled name, until finally she unloaded like a willow Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree blowing in the wind.

After a brief relief our fingers started walking around. Rachel was fondling my crank 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 finger in.

"Yeah. nookie my ass,"she croaked.

She wiggled to the bedside and took one of the tubes she'd left on the end table. She squeezed a generous measure of lubricant into her hand. She fingered her asshole and coated my prick. I spun her around face-down on the bed.

Hers was no virgin arse. 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 hour of relentless reaming and listening to Rachel groan and groan, I sent another tankful of cum deep into her ass.

I pulled out and learn my semen backflow out of her. There was a string of cum hanging from the head teacher of my dick.

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

"Can I come with you ?"she asked.

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

"I want you to piss on me."

"What ?"

"pissing on me."

I shook my head and went into the lav and closed the door. I peed into the lavatory with half a boner.
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That was the stopping point clock time I saw her. I knew it couldn't continue, no subject how beneficial the blowjob were. There was no future to it anyway, we both knew that, so what was the stage ? It was all just suddenly too a lot to assimilate. The thought of fucking my niece was one thing ; but fucking a world-hardened harlot who wants to be pissed on and goes out week after workweek sucking dozens of cocks is something else altogether. I had no idea how to deal out with that.
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I'd seen a lot of gaga affair while fucking on the acid. But I may have realized some things too. The hold out time I'd been with Rachel, when I was pumping my dick into her over and over and waiting for her to derive, I was thinking about my sister. I hadn't been in touch with Cindy since I'd been back, although I'd been meaning to give her a birdsong. So on Mon night, I called her.

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

We talked about our man and wife, our divorce, our chore and the family. She told me about all the trouble Rachel had gotten into during her teen old age, and how she started stripping right after high schooling. She said jimmy had gotten remarried and was now divorced for the endorsement time. We compared note on our making love animation and established that there were no significant others. We talked for over two hours and throughout the entire call there was hardly a perfectly second. I asked her out to dinner.

On Fri evening after employment I picked her up at her condominium. It was a small two bedroom where she had lived alone for the past four years since Rachel had moved out after graduating from high school.

Cindy looked sensational. She was now in her ahead of time forties but could take passed for much new. She was still slight and shapely and if she was trying to look sexy she had accomplished her goal. Her light-haired hairsbreadth was long and wavy and she wore gray linen drawers and a bootless dim shirt that showed off her hair and toned arms. As soon as I was through the room access she hugged me and kissed my buttock. I told her how fabulous she looked and how large it was to see her. After a abbreviated tour of the condo she gathered up her handbag and we were off.

We had dinner at a fooling seafood house. Cindy had lobster and I had a jazz band record. Our conversation again was free-flowing, and we peered into each former's center a few multiplication. I wondered what she was thinking behind her baby dreary Peeping Tom. As we were finishing up dinner party I asked her if she'd like to finish somewhere for a drink.

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

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

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

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

I took her hand and held it. Then I raised it to my lip and kissed it. That dim-witted 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 word, Cindy took my hand and led me to her sleeping accommodation. She undressed me and I undressed her, and when our clothes were heaped on the trading floor we fell into her bed naked, and we made hot, beautiful love.

wellspring, almost bare, I should say. I had to disrobe off Cindy's neon blue pasties and G-string first.
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