wild blue yonder tabu

My dearie coloration is blue. It always has been, for as long as I can remember. My eye are down in the mouth. young woman I've been attracted to have blue center. My car is blue. I wear gloomy jeans a lot. blueness was always the one semblance 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 severe case of red-green colorblindness. When I learned that, everything started to realise more sense. blue angel always stood out to me because it's one of the lonesome colors I can really see.

When you have a color inadequacy like mine, most colors blend and look sort of the same. I can't see shadiness or take account color like most people. Red-brown-orange-green and pas seul thereof tend to run together. For example, at a traffic light source, the red and icteric look the same and the park is a worn out Robert Gray. And if there is a red stop signboard in nominal head of a greenness 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 testicle got fouled off into the Mary Jane or the woods and I went to search for it, I could search for twenty minutes and never find it…it blended right in with the foliage…while another kid would saunter over and pick it right up. It would be in strawman of me and I couldn't see it. I also stepped in a lot of dog doodly-squat that the other shaver would see and pace around.

Most of my clothes were blue sky, especially if I picked them out, because I couldn't match any former colors. I occasionally would get barrels of jape from my Friend with my originative clothing combinations. When my sis or parents gave me clothes as a endowment, it was usually in rival sets.
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My older sister has always been a very attractive and popular girl. When I was still in range school I remember a stabilize flow of son calling her on the phone and coming to the house to pick her up. Some of my crony liked to fall over to our theatre hoping to get a glance of her. She was four years older—quite a gap when you're a kid—but as soon as I was old enough to value the contrary sex, I could appreciate my sister Cindy. I was proud of her. She was hot.

Cindy was the whole parcel. Slim, medium meridian, ample tit, nice butt, long blond hair and bright blue optic. Her body would turn heads and she knew how to garb. She had a pair of fast blue denim shorts that hugged her ass like shrink wrap, and when she'd wear them with a halter or a tube top it was concentrated to look away. She also had a bit of a wild streak.

When Cindy was nineteen class old she started seeing a biker named Jimmy. He was always sang-froid with me but our parents didn't care for him right from the kickoff. He was vulgar and very rough in around the boundary. He came from a lower-class, fatherless home, had miserable manners and could be rather flip and disrespectful to people without even realizing it. Whatever attracted Cindy to jemmy is anybody's conjecture ; maybe she was just being rebellious. But he'd soar up to the home on his Harley and Cindy would hop on the backbone and off they'd go.

Sometimes she'd be back the like night and other multiplication 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 relationship would run its trend and then Cindy would obtain a properly man to settle down with. But all of that went out the window when Cindy got herself knocked up.

In those Day, in our kinfolk, there was only one choice : They were going to get get hitched with. Jimmy started hemming and hawing, saying how he wasn't set and he was too young to get wed and all that, but my old man put him straight pretty damn agile. 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 married woman with a baby on the way. I helped them move into a shabby row theater in the city. I was only over there a duad times after that ; it was pretty depressing. It was in a shady locality and the style of furniture and décor was what I would describe as ‘ Early Poverty ’.
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I was a elderly in high school when their baby was born, a beautiful minuscule girlfriend they named Rachel. Those next few years I was away at college and didn't see Cindy or Jimmy or my niece hardly at all, just when I was plate for Christmas. But my mother kept me updated on their marriage. It was rocky from the starting. They would fret and fight down and money was tight. They'd have a blowout and jemmy would tantalise off on his bike and disappear for days at a fourth dimension. My Mom and Cindy sat side-by-side every Billy Sunday good morning vocalizing in the church choir so she got the exclusive every workweek. Cindy was trying to keep the marriage together for the sake of Rachel. I think that they really did guardianship for one another but that Jimmy was just too unfledged to live up to his responsibility for any length of time.

I went to college on the five year plan. I had changed my major in my sophomore year from technology to computer science and needed some summertime course of instruction and two extra semesters to graduate. My parents came to the university for my commencement ceremony ceremonial occasion and took me out to dinner afterwards to lionize. I would be starting a new job in three hebdomad.

It was during dinner when my mother broke the tidings 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 small house,"my mother told me."It's a three sleeping room, but I'm afraid that things will be awfully tight for her financially. She will necessitate to find a roommate."

"Hopefully her defaulter husband will pay her some money for child support !"my Fatherhood chipped in.
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When I got to my parent's family the succeeding day I saw Cindy for the offset time in almost six calendar month. She wore denim and a lily-white t-shirt and she looked great. The live few sentence I'd seen her I could sense the stress she was under. But she seemed better now, more relaxed. She hugged me when I came in the door and kissed my cheek. I put my arms around her and hugged her for the get-go time in a long fourth dimension. Rachel was a jolly picayune angel. Blond and blue like her mummy, with a big grinning.

At dinner the night before with my parents the suggestion had come up that perhaps I could rent a room from Cindy in her new house for a while to help her out financially. That sounded adept to me. I'd be starting a new job soon and would sustain to get a new place anyway. I certainly wasn't going to hold out at home. And it would give me an chance to help out my sister and get to know my niece a picayune proficient. So the plan was that I would take Cindy and Rachel out for pizza and broach the subject at that time.

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

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

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

"Sure, why not ! My treat. This big first-grader smell hungry and I could eat a small horse !"I said, patting Rachel's drumhead."And you're looking kind of thinly, Cindy,"I added, pinching her slim waist."Might demand to plump out 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 parlor about a mile from the business firm. Cindy and I ordered a orotund pizza, a mound of beer for us and a big Coke for Rachel. She asked me about college and she briefly filled me in on what had been happening in her life history. She was careful not to bring up jimmy or the separation ; we could talk about that later. But she talked enthusiastically about the new abode 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 need to find a berth. I can't live with Mom and Dad for very long, I'd go bonkers. Would you take renting a room to me ?"

"To you ? Really ?"

"Sure, why not ? Mom said you might be looking for a roommate and I need to regain 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 work ?"

"No ground 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 room, that's all,"I said."And I need to come up a place anyway."

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

Rachel nodded enthusiastically with her talk 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 lading off my mind."

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

Cindy rose from her chairwoman, turned, and I watched her paseo to the wash room. Her ass looked alright inside her taut blue jean and her thin t-shirt was tucked in snugly showing off her house chest. My new roomie may feature been my sis, but I had to intromit she looked pretty damn hot.
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A span weeks later we moved in. I asked my old friend Leon to help. Leon is a six foot six, very forcible black dude and we had both played on our high school basketball team together. He had a truck, which we needed, plus I thought he might come in in handy if Jimmy decided to give Cindy any bull when we went to nibble up her stuff at his row house. But we were favorable. Jimmy wasn't even there, he must take in been out cruising somewhere. Cindy let us in with her key, and we loaded her stuff onto the truck and drove off. We had to establish a yoke runs from our parents'home too, moving clothing, furniture, seam and cartons full of numerous odds and ends.

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

I went out and picked up some take-out solid food and some beer and wine. When I got back Cindy and Leon were unloading boxful of kitchen items and storing them in the cabinets. Leon and I hit the beers immediately and Cindy drank wine-colored, and over the adjacent twain 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 drinks, so we started fading pretty soon after that. First Cindy said she was turning in and left to go get make for bed. Leon was in no shape to repel so I fetched him a pillow and some blankets so he could ram on the couch. Then I went to bed, which was a bare mattress on the level. I'd decided I would put the beds together tomorrow.

I quickly nodded off, but it was a legal brief, fitful sleep. I woke up around midnight to go to the john and get a drink of water system. I heard noises coming from inside the master sleeping room at the end of the hall. I looked in the living room and the couch was evacuate. I stood outside the closed bedroom threshold and try a low refrain of groan and groans and a steady, wet smacking from inside. I listened for a little while and there was no mistaking Leon's pharyngeal consonant grunts and Cindy's murmuring reception to his thrusts.

I was cursing under my breath when I went back to my chamber and closed the door. I was pissed off. It was nice of Leon to help us go, but where does he get off thinking he could fuck my baby 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 sister. Cindy was vulnerable, separated from her husband, just moving into a new home with her little daughter, and Leon takes reward like that. I steamed for a while before finally falling back to sleep.
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I woke up other with a headache. I was hoping Leon would be gone, and he was. I didn't want a encounter with him. I took a shower and some aspirin and then started rummaging through the kitchen for umber, of which there was none. I drove to a comfort station storehouse and bought two heavy umber and some breakfast cooky. When I got back to the sign Cindy was standing against the kitchen heel counter in her robe. Her pilus was wet from the shower.

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

"Thanks, Hugh. I can use some coffee and biscuit. I'm hungry after what turned out to be a fairly wild nighttime. I'm not used to drinking a entirely bottle of wine-coloured !"

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

"Huh ?"Cindy said.

"For you and Leon,"I said.

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

"Why did you do it ?"

"Do what ?"

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

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

"Cindy, I asked him to facilitate 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 information, I seduced him !"

"You did ? Why ?"

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

"Oh, fuck it,"I said, and left the house. I drove around and gradually cooled off and I really couldn't put a finger's breadth on why I was reacting the way I was. I filled my day with meaningless activeness until I felt it was condom to go back to the house with my buttocks between my legs.
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I stopped to clean up some sandwiches on the way home. When I entered the house I noticed that Cindy had decorated and arranged the furniture and it really looked like a family. I took the sandwiches into the kitchen to put them in the icebox. Cindy had stocked the kitchen with basic and there was a pot of soup on the stove. I felt like a blackguard because she'd worked hard all day while I was out sulking.

Cindy's bedroom door was slightly ajar so I lightly knocked and looked in. She was wearing a thin, tweed silky gown and was reclined on her bed with her dorsum against a mound of pillows, reading a book. The TV was not hooked up yet. There was a wind candle burning on the nightstand. Cindy looked up at me but didn't say anything.

"Can we blab for a instant ?"I asked.

"Sure,"she said and closed the book.

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

"The house looks cracking,"I said."You did a right job. It looks like you did a lot of body of work today."

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

"feeling Cindy, I'm sorry. I don't want to defend. I was so wrongly, completely out of channel. 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 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 arms around me and squeezed me tight.

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

When we broke from the hug she looked in my eyes and asked,"Will you stay and hold me for a slight while ?"

"Of course of instruction,"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 head was on my shoulder.

We lay there for a while in muteness, our bodies touching from top to bottom. My cheek was affluent with the top of her chief. I could smack the smell of hemangioma simplex shampoo in her hairsbreadth and could feel the gentle swaying of her upper body as she inhaled and exhaled. Every so often she would sigh and change her position ever-so-slightly, and would nuzzle unaired. After several of these insidious move her left breast was resting in the medal of my left wing hand, and her finger's breadth were splayed on my abdomen and would jump and fall with my breath.

I didn't want to move my hand, but it took all of my will power to encumber it from trying to cop a more comprehensive examination tactile property. Her tit felt firm and smooth through the thin cloth but I dared not proceed to the distributor point of doing something I'd regret. This was my sister, as well as my new roomie, and I didn't want to screw things up.

But of form, after a few more apprehensive min, I couldn't resist. I shifted my body and damn, wouldn't you know it, my left hand shifted too and my whole hand then surrounded and cushioned her resplendent bosom. I gently massaged it and Cindy let out a peep of a moan and thrusted her tit deeper into my deal. I felt her nipple stiffen in my grasp and her fingers began to betray over my abdomen.

I kissed the top of her head and lightly caressed her arm with my former script. We went on like this for many bit : My script kneading her yearning breast, my right hand stroking her arm and brushing her bosom, and the occasional kiss on her psyche. I became bolder and ran my deal along her second joint just inches from what I imagined was one sweetness pussy.

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

I slid down so we were face-to-face. Her natural language was delving into the reaches of my mouth and I sucked her into me. It was the longest corroborate kissing session I had ever experienced, and it went on and on and on. My putz felt like a hint pipe between my legs. I slipped my hand under the bottomland of her gown and clutched her raw ass.

As we continued our marathon kiss, our tongues never stopped dancing as I moved more onto my side and Cindy more onto her rachis. I loosened the sash and opened her robe, her slim, sexy body nude underneath. My thumb and index tinkered with her set nipple before I slid my hired man 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 phone number of accident through the fabric of my boxershorts, her fingers started fumbling with the cinch and slide fastener. She opened my pants and took my hot, vain rod into her bridge player. She stroked me up and down while we put the finishing hint on our lip-lock.

When our mouth finally parted Cindy smiled and planted a final, delicacy osculation on the tip of my nose, like a cherry tree on top of a delicious sweet. Then she moved down, shoved my shorts to my human knee, and wrapped her sass around my dying stopcock. I moaned with pleasure and raised my seawall to her side. I took off my shirt and tossed it aside.

She fondled my ripen walnut tree as she sucked me, taking Thomas More and More hammer into her oral fissure with each bob of her head. I fingered her fuzz and massaged her scalp and I watched with wonder as my swell up dick slid in and out of her mouth.

Cindy was into it, she seemed to really like giving head. And she was good at it, I'll give her that. Up and down, she lipped and tongued my shaft from the tip to its pedestal. She gagged slightly when my wide-cut length reached up into her throat, but that didn't decelerate her down. She rotated my balls in her finger's breadth and squeezed my ass hard with her other script, roiling my spermatozoon and coaxing it upward.

I gently swung my tough gist into her, fucking her fairly face, eager to shoot my thick pot likker deep into her beckoning mouth.

She sensed when I was nearing my ejaculation. She half-moaned, half-hummed as she sucked me firmly and faster and she scrunched my stony orchis and butt in her quick hands. I screeched and held her head in my manpower when I came, shaking violently as her mouth remained pixilated around my cock and absorbed spurt after spurt of my stored-up cum. Once my quivers were quelled her headspring rose up and my satisfied cock reappeared from within. I put my oral fissure on hers and plunged my tongue into her cum-filled sass and she swallowed as we kissed.

I lowered her onto her back and sucked her mouth and we launched into another put out muscly candy kiss. I took my time kissing her neck and shoulders, licking her cleavage and armpits and sucking on her teat. Her mamilla looked like enlarged, hardened 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 nibbled and chewed on her swelled vesicles and she dug her fingertips pointedly into my neck and pep pill 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 unfold period of sucking on her turgid titties, my back talk went south. I slowly kissed every foursquare inch of her venter, her torso squirming with joy, and licked her navel fairly. I ran my lingua around her neatly-trimmed, V-shaped crotch hair, pointing like an arrow to her capable cunt. I lowered my nerve to her private parts and she barked like a seal when my natural language 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 agglomerate into my face. I clenched her ass with both workforce and pulled her pussy tight. I surrounded her clit with my sassing and my glossa kept diving. She gripped her peg snugly around my neck, melding us into one fleshy spate. She'd been a gymnast in mellow schoolhouse and she obviously had not lost her lightness. I ate her pussy like it was the utmost one on Earth.

I was down there for a while. Eating her. It went on and on, it was so beneficial 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 smear. Her hands stayed clamped to my question and she continued to bray her cunt into my face as I sucked her. With her tumid clit firmly in my backtalk, it felt like I was sucking on a peach pit and Cindy's rhythmical grunts told me she liked it. She kept grinding on my inundate face even after she'd emptied her bucket. But my cock had again risen to stiff care and I could palpate my bloodline boiling against its thin skin.

Gradually her throes slowed. I detached my mouth from her clit and kissed it. I licked her cum from her lips and thighs. I rose to my knees and she saw my engorged, glistening rooster pointing at the ceiling. I looked in her eyes for a moment. She licked her lips and nodded.

I leaned forward and atop her. The capitulum of my shaft touched her slippery gash. I kissed her and instantly in a synchronized split second her tongue sprung into my sass and her hands grabbed my stopcock and fed it into her. Her script gripped my buttocks like a vise so I squirted my hands under her and did the same. I started fucking her and then her groin got back into the swinging and she was fucking me back, and soon we had a solid, steadfast throb going on. adjacent I felt her fingertips in the crack of my ass, spreading me, and this made me have a go at it her severely, so she fucked me concentrated, and I fucked her harder still, and she stayed right wing with me. I was fucking her like I was trying to knock her bottom out.

After a few mo I slowed down and fucked her decent and wanton for a while, pacing myself, wanting it to last and delay my release. But then our upper picked up again, as did our breathing, as did our groan and groans, and soon we were fucking like two love-starved animals.

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

I was just about done when Cindy began. Her mouth let out a high-pitched ululation and her nails dug into my rear and she had another shivering coming and her cum commingle with mine. I felt her warm, fluid discharge surround my cock and ooze out of her onto my shrunken egg. I collapsed on top of her and kissed her and held her, and my cock remained inside her for a long time.
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We were lying arms-in-arms, basking in our lovemaking Light Within and pleasantly pooped, when I realized that not a Holy Scripture had been spoken between us since Cindy had first asked me to hold her. It was as if once my arm was around her everything that came after was automatic and the most natural thing in the reality.

"Cindy, I don't sleep with 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 undecomposed fuck I ever had in my life would be my sister."

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

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

Cindy looked up at me with glazed middle and said,"well, you're a pretty good shag yourself, little brother."

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

"I hope Leon doesn't find out and get jealous and try to pound 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 roomy already."

"Yeah, me too ; sibling with benefits."
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Cindy wrapped her robe around her and I slipped on my boxershorts. 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 turncock, and I aided her raise with my hands. She came first this fourth dimension ; she moaned and her consistency shook and she poured her hot buttered cum all over me. Then, she did a flawless dismount, took my prickly peter into her mouth and sucked me off. I came in thirty seconds and scored it a perfect ten.

We slept nude with our organic structure blended, getting used to each other. In the former daybreak I woke and heard her fumbling around in a chest of drawers drawer. She had her back to me and in the dusky light I saw her hand come behind her to her ass. She was rubbing her manpower together when she turned and came back to bed.

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

"Oh, adept break of the day, I didn't know if you were awake,"she said, and kissed me. Then she touched my half-staff fellow member and added,"Is this big guy awake yet ? Let me say ‘ adept break of day'to him."

She went down and sucked me for a minute or two until my putz had risen to its utmost dayspring halo. She rubbed my cock up and down respective times with smarmy hands, then used it as a handle to commit 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 friction surrounding its girth. It took me a bit 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 feel the drag of the cave of her ass on the tenuous skin of my turncock. I held her shoulder in my hands and pumped dissipated, her ass expanding and fitting to my cock like a baseball glove one size too diminished. I could palpate the rampart of her ass scrunch down on my sum. Cindy put her hand between her wooden leg and worked her inflated clit.

"You like this ?"she rasped.

"An unexpected pleasure,"I said.

"seminal fluid in my ass."

We got into some swift swinging then. Her oculus never left mine as I reamed her ; the bed was rocking and her fingers flew like lightning over her hypertrophied sweet place. My mind possessed only one dogmatical opinion : fuck that ass. The head of my cock had tunnel imagination as, minute after lecherous minute, it glided in and out of Cindy's buttery cakehole.

"I'm gon na come big,"she finally said. I gripped her breast like I was holding on for costly life sentence and rammed her harder.

She wheezed and groaned and I felt her heated spring goop 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 ugly hands. She wanted to ram a fingerbreadth up my ass but she couldn't quite reach. But just the thought of her long sexy finger's breadth jolting my asshole was all it took, and I soon felt my cum rising to climax. It was now my turning 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 hawkshaw, pinch after collar, 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 born 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 of arc or so.

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

"Yeah, right,"Cindy said."When I sit down following to her in the choir loft I'll say, honest break of the day Mom, and by the way, Hugh says Hi too, and he fucked my ass this morn !"

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

"Yes, it was. And it will commit me something to retrieve about during the sermon."

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

"Hugh, I'll be bringing Rachel home after church. We can't have any 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 future Saturday night, we could clear a date."

"Really ? What would you care to do ?"

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

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

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

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

She kissed my sass and was off.
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The keep abreast week we were alike two ships continually passing in the night. Cindy worked days and was a doting mother at night. I made myself scarce most of the metre. I think we were both anxiously awaiting Sat nighttime. I know I was.

On Wednesday I bought her a butt sparking plug, wrapped it and left it on top of her vanity. The next morning before she left for work she stuck her point into my sleeping accommodation and thanked me for the endowment. She said she had it in and it felt pretty good and she'd probably be grinding her ass into her desk hot seat all day.

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

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

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

When we were done with our kiss I was already hard. I looked at her beautiful organic structure and grinned. All she wore under that dress were two pasties on her teat and the scantiest G-string I'd ever seen. It was skintight, barely covering her split lips and her cameltoe was inviting me. And all three piece were gleaming, neon blue.

"Wow !"I said.

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

"Fat hazard of that."

I knelt before her, pulled her brilliant blue postage stamp aside and plunk right in. I ate that delicious puss right then and there with Cindy leaning with her back against the riposte. She put one infantry on my shoulder, opening herself, giving me total access, and guided my head with her hand. My lips and tongue worked together doing everything they could to excite her hot button. I reached behind her and held her ass in my handwriting. I found the laughingstock plug, snugly in place, and I twisted and grinded it into her, and did the Lapp with my face and her cunt.

She came right there in the kitchen, with her dress open spacious and my head in her private parts. Her nebulizer was profuse and it ran over my brass and into my backtalk and onto the trading floor. We didn't even wipe it up—we left the puddle for later. We made our way to her bed and fucked and sucked all nighttime. And on Sunday morning she again had to dampen my cum out of her ass before she left for church.

For the next six calendar month or so—twenty-seven consecutive 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 previous couple of months jemmy had been contacting Cindy Thomas More and coming on pretty potent, 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 make matter right. Cindy at first was torn, but the guilt trip jemmy laid on her worked. She gradually weakened and agreed.

Our last Night together was a Friday. It was great as always, and even to a greater extent 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 country for my job. I had gone to a convention in Golden State and met a girl named Josie and we hit it off really well. We kept in touch and it seemed like a kinship with a future so I ended up moving out there. It seemed like a good thought ; it was a better job, considerably pay, plus it got me away from Cindy and any temptations that I would bear certainly had.

I married Josie. Our marriage was beneficial than Cindy's, at least for a few years. We made it work for a while but it eventually turned to shit. Josie was a good individual but we were a mismatch ; damage person, mightily time, I guess. And the sex was unremarkable, but then after Cindy, who knows, maybe anyone would take come up short. Somehow we made it almost ten twelvemonth, but the last three or four were not fun. Fortunately we had no children so we only had to divide our assets and go 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 age essentially consisted of two matter : working and trying avoid getting involved with women.

I stayed in ghost with my family line of trend ; my mother kept me in the iteration. Cindy and Jimmy had separated and reconciled three different times before splitting up one last meter and divorcing. Rachel had grown into a wild nipper, into drugs, rebellious and indocile and doing her own thing. She moved out of the house on the day she graduated high shoal and the family only saw her around the holidays.

I learned that my old friend Mel would be getting married in a few months. I had been thinking about moving back, and when I heard about his wedding, it became a no-brainer. The prison term was right. So, I applied for some problem, went on some interviews, and the timing worked out. I moved back and started my new position three workweek before the wedding.
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The knight bachelor company was a hebdomad before the wedding. Mel's proficient man was a guy we'd gone to shoal with. His nickname was Rocket, so that might tell 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 one dollar bill bill burn a hole in his sac. We all knew that if roquette was in tutelage of the bachelor company, it was going to be a doozy.

He didn't let us down. Rocket was divorced but he'd managed to keep the house, a big one out in the burbs, with a large great room on the ground floor. There was medicine playing, subdued lighting, prosperous furniture and a loaded bar. There were a dozen guy altogether and all showed up within a few instant of the specified time. swallow started flowing and rocket filled us in on what to expect.

"okey, guy rope,"he said,"Listen up, this is very of import. I got a duad girls coming over in about an hour. They're gon na have us all a piddling show and then they're gon na give Mel a little show of his own, and then maybe even the residue of us if we're lucky. BUT : You can't touch ‘ em. They can contact us but we can't touch them. So you all got ta promise to behave yourselves, all right hand ? And being drunk is no excuse because we'll all be drunk and we'd make lousy witness. Everybody got it ?"

We all nodded and agreed and continued to consume versatile alcoholic beverage. The bell rang at the prescribed fourth dimension and arugula ushered in two well-favoured young cleaning lady. They both wore white lab pelage and four-inch heel. One was black, sort of tall with a thin face, farsighted black wavy whisker, and she carried a inkiness leather doctor's bag. The other bird was whitened, a couple inches shorter with a cute facial expression, aureate earrings and shoulder-length dispirited hair. I liked her already.

A deep-cushioned love buns had been moved to the pith of the room. This would be their ‘ phase ’. The other furniture was arranged in a circle around it, giving all a good prospect. Except one president was front and center : That's where Mel sat.

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

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

"We ready, fellas ?"We all roared.

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

The music was a pulsating funk with an earthy look, a quaggy laid-back groove that the girl were instantly moving to, and they both had honorable moves. They danced around each early for a moment or two, running their work force over their soundbox through the White cloth of their coats. The bozo whooped when they embraced and had a farsighted, extended osculation, and they clutched each other's piece of tail under the cover of their coats. As they kissed and shook their butts to the beat, Blue whisker started unbuttoning Ebony's smock. The male child hollered again when it came off and was tossed aside. She was gorgeous, long and slant with smooth, grim deep brown skin and athletic abs. She wore a skimpy black bikini top and a lean fateful thong that matched the color of her tegument, and if I hadn't been so close I would have sworn she was already naked.

Then soot black returned the party favor and unbuttoned blueing. When her coat came off there was a diffuse gasp of surprise. She had a grampus body too, and a grim bra and scanty to fit her tomentum. But what caused the surprise was on her trunk itself : She was completely covered with unnumerable tattoos from her articulatio humeri to her toes. She was a man inking pad ; It was hard to spot a square in of raw flesh. There were all kind of images big and diminished, blanketing her berm, her arms, her back, her stomach, her ass, legs, ankles, feet. botany, animate being, snake in the grass and spiders and lizards and cactus and words and arrows and spate 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 umbilicus was the heart of some heyday and from her belly push button dangled a gold chain. And nigh of the ink was darker, and much of it blue, at least to my oculus. They started going at it.

Ebony was suddenly behind blue air, kissing her neck, and peeled off the blue bra. And shit if those big firm tits weren't smothered with tattoos as well, and her pierce nipples displayed shiny gold hoops. After they faced each other again and kissed, Ebony started sucking blue air's tits.

As Ebony sucked on those pierced, adorned nipple, Blue reached behind her, unhooked her bra and tossed it on the love seat. Diospyros ebenum then slipped her long Negro fingerbreadth inside the back of the blue pantie and wiggled them down, revealing bluing's snatch, its lips also pierced and decorated with hardware. Ebony pushed those shrimpy panties all the way down to the storey and her head wasn't far behind. She was quickly on her knees eating white pussy.

Then they did a little switcheroo and blue devil started doing Diospyros ebenum, and for the next few minutes went to town on some Shirley Temple Black pussy and tits. The boys were enjoying the display and yelling encouragement to them, often with lewd and repulsive proposition for their act.

The girl paused while Amytal picked up the doctor's bag and opened it. First she took out a with child glass tip jar and placed it on a board. Then she took out a flexible threefold dildo, perhaps nine or ten inches long, and they played around with that for a while.

Most of the guys probably already had full-blast hard-ons by this time, but if they didn't, what came next would take in certainly done the whoremonger. As their coordinated bodies bent to the round, those girlfriend ran that dildo between their legs, into their puss and in and out of their oral cavity. Ebony then wrapped her lips around one head of that elastic peter and took it in an column inch at a clock time. I watched her jaws and neck brawn working in concert as bit by bit she took it into her throat. The boys went nuts when she had deep-throated almost all of it and only the early prick was left exposed.

Blue got back into the act. She put her back talk around that bring out point so she was kissing Diospyros ebenum's lips. Then we watched as their rim and mouths and throat worked in unison and their four hired man groped their flesh. Their top dog and bodies writhed together for another mates minutes and when their lips at finally parted the dildo was completely embedded in amobarbital sodium's mouth and throat with only the other asshole sticking out of her sass. The whole crew erupted in applause and screams of delight when Blue pulled that long rod out of her mouth slowly, inch by inch. She held it up, and it looked massive in her feminine hand. The girl took a bow and then switched their focus to Mel.

The party was in entire, erotic swinging. Mel got two salt-and-pepper, buck-naked lap dances, and then pitch black and blue took turns blowing him. He was sucking on a black tit and amobarbital sodium was doing the hand jive with his cock when his cum flew out into the air, rophy after rope.

The girls then starting flirting and mixing with the guys and pretty soon more than and Sir Thomas More dicks were coming out, and soon the girls were on their knees sucking them. I was hoping to gift pitch black a taste of mine, and she was working my slope of the room.

But the more I looked at Blue, the more I wanted to count at her. She was almost appalling to count at but it was knockout to take my eyes off of her. She had a outstanding body but it was difficult to apprise it…I couldn't understand why she would need to cover it with all those tattoos. I was sure she'd regret it someday. And her piercings were also over-the-top. She had jewelry decorating her ears, nose, nipples, belly button 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 launcher, I was still watching Blue. She was just a few feet away sucking one guy and jerking off another. She looked incredible, crude like some animal or native in the jungle, almost repulsive. But I couldn't look away ; she drew my eyes like a magnet.

After about an 60 minutes and they had satisfied everyone, amobarbital sodium and Ebony put on their lab coats, and stuffed their clothes, hound, dildo and teeming tip jar into the MD's bag. I was watching Blue as she was wrapping the coat around her blighted body when she glanced at me. She caught my eye but quickly looked away. Both girls'eyes were heavily made-up with big fake lashes and eye shadow so I couldn't read anything into it from across the room.

After they left the party went strong for another time of day 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 Blue out of my head.

When I had briefly caught blueing's eye I thought I had seen a spark of the beginnings of a grinning for an instant before she looked away, but I couldn't be indisputable. There was an particle of identification in there somewhere but I couldn't for the life story 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. blueness was my niece.
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I hadn't seen Rachel for age. From what I'd been told, several eld back she'd left home decently out of high school, did her own thing, and had made herself just ever since. But I was now sure it was her, something about her middle and her almost-smile had triggered a years-old subtle recollection.

I got skyrocket's telephone set number from Mel and called him. I asked him about the girlfriend from the knight bachelor party.

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

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

"Yeah, but they quit. Now they're massage therapist and they do their lilliputian act on the face. Pretty safe act, huh ?"

"Yep, certainly was."

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

"No, but I know soul who might."

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

I knew the place. I thanked him and we ended the phone call. I looked up the number and called it. I didn't know which name Rachel would be using so I tried to bring dumb, as if person had referred me but I'd forgotten the girl's gens. The receptionist went through their roster and when she got to the figure Rachel I said, ‘ That's it ’. I gave her a figure and booked a one-hour session for Friday afternoon.
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I walked into the beauty parlour 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 up out some forms and then showed me to a room. She pointed to a partition and told me to strip to my shorts and lay face-down on the table and Rachel would be with me shortly.

I glanced at the room access when Rachel entered. Her hair wasn't wild blue yonder, it was her raw blonde, in braids. She wore scrubs and no makeup, her blue eyes sparkling. I couldn't assist but look through her dress and imagine her inked skin and pierced mammilla and cunt lips underneath. This was my niece, I kept telling myself, I must be crazy ; but here I was.

She didn't say anything at 1st. She washed and dried her hands at the cesspool and then fiddled with some bottles of oil. She came to the table and poured the ardent 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 home base again. How about you ?"I replied.

"I'm fine. Long clock 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 fingers into the base of my scalp.

"I am going to start with your head and piece of work my way all the way down to your groundwork, okay ? Then we'll somerset you over and puzzle out our way back up. Let me bonk if there are any field you don't want me to massage."

"okeh,"I said. I started to loosen up as her skilled finger's breadth kneaded my head and neck."How did you come to be a massage therapist ?"

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

"A couple day later,"I said."You looked familiar but with the blue hair's-breadth and the eye makeup and the piteous light, plus it had been so long since I'd seen you, it totally eluded me. You've grown into quite an attractive Loretta Young woman."Her hands dug into my shoulder and upper back with additional oomph when I said that.

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

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

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

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

"I'm gladiolus you liked it."

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

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

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

"It depends,"she said."almost weekends we do one or two, sometimes three. Freddy, the bartender at the Hoochie Coochie clubhouse books us. We used to bring there as social dancer but we got upchuck of the hours and the way we were treated and having to work the crowd of sot afterwards. Private parties are much easier and safer. We work a brace hours and make a lot of money."

I was savoring the air pressure of her strong finger rubbing my butt and the back of my second joint. Then she poured more oil on my calves and ankles and feet.

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

Rachel laughed and pummeled my calves.

"Okay, summersault over,"Rachel said.

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

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

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

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

"Oh no, nothing like that. I could evidence at the unmarried man company, you're all grown up ; your life is your own. At foremost I was attracted to the melanise female child, but then I found I couldn't take my eye 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 first I was embarrassed for me, but then I didn't want to embarrass you, or make you uncomfortable. Then when I saw Jen going down on you I was a little jealous."

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

"Yeah,"she said."Sounds pretty sick, doesn't it ? I guess when I'm sucking a bunch of strange stopcock there is some safety and reassurance in sucking someone I know."

I listened to Rachel's incredulous news. My cock did too. It had grown in my shorts and was stiff as a two-by-four. She noticed and put her deal 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 form of establishment,"I said softly.

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

It was a rhetorical interrogation. I lifted my butt and she grabbed the elastic shank of my boxers and pulled them off. She poured oil into her hands and gently pumped my raise putz over and over and I moaned softly. She did this for a minute or so, driving me giddily to the edge.

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

She maneuvered her mouth up and down over my dig and every undivided stroke of her bobbing head felt like a mini-orgasm. I then realized that Rachel had an additional piercing I had been unaware of until that minute : her tongue. She had some kind of charming stud protruding from the top of her tongue and every single clock time it dragged along the distance of my cock it felt like my cum was rising up through its shaft. I came like Krakatoa with my own hot lava fighting to get out of the Crater on the brain of my shaft. When my ejaculation was finally over Rachel let my cum drip slowly from her mouth over my abdomen and pectus and she rubbed in it, and finished my massage. Then she kissed my lip and slipped her sleek tongue into my mouth and I tasted seminal fluid and deal. She washed her hands at the sink.

"tinker's damn, Rachel, that was beautiful,"I said."Thank you. That was the good I've ever had !"

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

‘ How often can I come here without raising suspicions ?'I thought to myself as I was getting dressed. I felt not bad. That young lady is not only one blaze of a masseuse, but she gives one hell of a BJ too. On the way out I set an fitting for the next Friday.
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Over the following days I constantly thought of Rachel. I was anxious for Friday to total, not just for the massage and the chance of another cock sucking, but to see Rachel. I thought about the disfigure soundbox underneath those scrubs, the piercings, the grotesquery of it. I wanted to see that dead body again, naked. I wanted to touch it, to finger it, to smack it.

I knew it was wrong, she was my niece for Christ's rice beer, but since I used to sleep together my baby all those years ago, it didn't seem so scandalous to me. All I could retrieve about was Rachel and the stud in her tongue and how I felt like I was coming every clip she licked along the pelt of my cock.
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I had a dream about Rachel. I don't commend my dream very often, and when I do they are usually colorless, like an old smuggled and whitened picture show. But my pipe dream about Rachel was wax of color ; blue, of course.

We were naked in bed. Her hair was blue sky, her eyes were downhearted, her body was covered with drab tattoos, and her numerous eyelet and chains dangling from her various body parts sparkled in contrast. We were kissing and my manpower were alive all over her colored flesh, and my dick was foresightful and difficult. Then I was on top of her and she spread her pussy for me, inviting me in, and the inside of her cunt was a bright, limpid blue devil. But when I tried to move into her my cock turned into a Hydra and started squiggling around and darting back and Forth River, and as intemperately as I tried to put its head into her risque lagoon, it evaded me, and I would overleap her open gash by an inch or two. She let go of her slit rim and they closed and the gold hoops fastened to them turned into a prison gate, locking her cunt, and my snake head kept banging on the gate, locked out and ineffective to move into. I awoke in a sweat with my load and vain rod aching. I jerked off hoping it would relieve the pressure and help me get back to sleep.
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I showed up to the beauty salon the next Friday More relaxed than the calendar week before, but still a slight anxious with anticipation. Rachel gave a great massage of course, and our conversation was freer and covered many topics. I asked her about her blue hair and she said it was to help keep her two lives disjoined. I asked about the tattoos and how she had come to win so many. She told me she didn't really have a go at it, she had gotten one, then another, and another and pretty soon she was addicted. Lapp with the piercings : once she got started it was unmanageable to block. ‘ Do you like them ?'she asked. I told her that after the initial shock I found it hard to attend away.

I was hard as granite when I flipped over and Rachel didn't waste any prison term. She took off my boxershorts and stroked me and sucked me, and dragged her clapper stud up and down again and again, each go like a climax in itself. I was sighing with pleasure, and I wanted to put my paw between her legs and experience her hot goofball, but I didn't. I chickened out, not wanting to storm her or ruin anything. When I came it was a John Major load, and Rachel kept her mouth clamped around my meat until my trunk stopped vibrating. She swallowed what must have been a goodly taste 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 side by side Friday. I told her I would like to.

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

"speech sound like a capital idea,"I said. I didn't know what she meant by ‘ or something ’, but I liked the sound of it.
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Rachel was in the hall 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 buss on my lips and told me to undress. I went behind the division and disrobed.

"May as well leave your drawers 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 emphasis of the piece of work week fading away, and anticipating what was to fall. 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 buttocks apart with her fingers and I felt it drip inside. She deep-rubbed my butt muscle for a second. Then I hissed when I felt her digit dip into my asshole.

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

Her finger glided easily in and out of my ass a number of clip and my prick was hard against the thin lusterlessness of the mesa. I stayed that way over the ensuing minutes as she massaged my legs. When I rolled over my cock stood up at full mast.

Rachel pretended not to remark. She oiled my legs and massaged them from the bottom up. When she was working my high thighs her finger came within a centimeter of my turncock and balls, but she didn't touch them. I was gripping the edge of the mesa tightly with bare knuckles, hoping that she would grab it and start going to town, but she did not. She just moved on to my upper body.

We hadn't said anything for a spell. I thought maybe there was something wrong that I was unaware of ; my mind was wandering and I was thinking that maybe I wasn't going to get the royal treatment this clip. Then I squawked when her fist tightened around my engorged testis. Rachel was standing even with my bureau, her eyes were down fire.

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

She bent over and I watched her sassing descend and wall my distended hawkshaw. It quickly disappeared into her and then her rim were kissing the top of my balls. She still had one script on my scrotum and the other was clamped on my ass.

She gagged a couple meter but she didn't come up for air right away, she kept me in her mouth and throat and worked my ass and glob. When she did hail up she sucked on my Ball and licked my quill, dragging her pseudo-orgasmic lingua stud along my thin, taut hide, and then sucked the point of my shaft like a siphon. Then with what seemed like no crusade she enveloped me with her mouth and once again the head of my stopcock was in the cover 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 energetic fingers my sacque was about to explode and send its warhead skyward. I tried to muffle my groan with my upper arm, but it was loud enough to sign to her that I was about to get along. She whipped her mouth off of me, her teeth in short pinching the tip. Instantly she squeezed the shaft of my cock in her hand and placed her ovolo over the hole, locking in my cum. She started licking me, dragging that stud up along the cutis of my cock, from base to tip. She did this over and over, simulating my orgasm, but not allowing my cum to head for the hills. When she finally did, I was like a nursing bottle rocket blasting off, my sperm launching out of me into the air, onto Rachel's hand, and her face, and my body.

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

I pulled her to me, put my weaponry around her and kissed her, my glossa diving deep for the spot where my tool had been. It was a long kiss and she used my cock as a handle.

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

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

"Uh, how about Bella's, on 12th ? In about an 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, O.K., 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 recession of the bar facing the door. I wanted to see her pretend her entrance.

The barkeep had just put my beer on the bar when she walked in. She looked pretty hot, as expected. Her blonde pilus was down on her shoulder joint. She wore skin-tight dark jeans, black pumps and a diffused cream sweater with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, exposing her tattooed forearms. She spotted me and smiled and I felt a footling quiver in my loins as I watched her walk over. She kissed my brim and took the stool to my left.

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

"No trouble, I saved your behind,"I said.

She looked and smelled fresh from a shower, emitting a lemony scent. She was braless : I could see the impression of her nipples and gold rings through the lose weight fabric of the sweater.

"wellspring, I hope you didn't have to fight off too many multitude to lay aside my tail,"she said."Because after the massage you had, you must be much too loosen up to put up much of a fight."She smiled and squeezed my thigh.

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

She seemed a little high. Her schoolchild were dilated and the baby bluing of her eyes was shoved to the edges.

We talked for a lilliputian while and ordered another round. We talked about our job and I was heedful not to ask too many question about her double life sentence even though I was queer as hell.

"have you talked to my mom ?"Rachel asked.

"No, not for quite a spell,"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 gulp of her drink.

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

"What do you mean ?"

"You seem a little buzzed or something."

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

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

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

"Anytime…there's not much to see, though."

"There's no time like the present."

"Now ?"I asked.

"Sure, why not ?"

I paid our tab and we got up to leave. I felt eyes upon us as we strode to the door ; they were all probably wondering what the infernal region this dandy in his late thirties is doing with the hottie in her ahead of time twenties.

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

I opened the passenger room access for her and she got in. As soon as I was behind the wheel and my door was shut she was on me. Her rightfulness hand molded around my cock and her tongue jabbed into my rima oris. I could smack red wine and felt the he-man scraping my lingua, which instantly sent me back, and my dick hardened as I imagined it tracing the long edge of it.

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

"Are you sure about this ?"I asked.

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

"okay,"I said,"Just making sure as shooting and please dismiss the ‘ Uncle ’. I just wouldn't want to learn advantage."

"I want to assume advantage of this !"she said, squeezing my pecker again.

It was only a ten minute drive to my house. We didn't talk for a couple bit and then Rachel broke the silence.

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

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

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

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

"Yep. It's aplomb, too."she said, touching my cheek."I've seen so many faces of you already tonight. You're beautiful. I want to explore your body and give you mine. I have a hit for you too."

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

"Aw, arrive on, it's poise. Let's have some fun. All in the prophylactic of your new house."

I pulled into my garage a mates minutes later. While Rachel used the bathroom I pulled a can of beer out of the fridge and popped the top. I took a yearn drag on the beer and wondered what the roll in the hay I was doing. The beer was nearly gone when Rachel came out of the bathroom.

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

We walked upstairs and into my bedroom. Rachel opened her handbag and put a distich pocket-sized tubes on the end table. Then she came over to me.

"Stick out your tongue,"she said.

"Rachel, I don't know…"

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

I stuck my tongue out and Rachel put a small piece of charge sheet paper on it. It melted away by the fourth dimension she had unbuttoned my shirt. I pulled her sweater over her chief as she unzipped my drawers. Now topless, the seductive repulsion of her defile flesh drew my center like fly. It was love/hate. She pushed me back on the bed and I stared at her gold-looped nipples as she pulled off my place and air-sleeve and knickers. She stepped back and I gazed at her slim, inked body as it tapered into the top of her snug, black blue jean. She kicked off her place and swiveled her hips as she opened her zip click by click. She hooked her quarter round into her air hole, shook her ass and pushed her dungaree to the floor and stepped out of them. She tore off her skimpy black thong and threw it aside. Her beautiful torso, blemished by ink, and her ripe young puss, weighted by atomic number 79, was right in front of me. I reached out for her and she came into my weapon system and straddled my peg with hers. I felt her pussy hardware wardrobe against my sensitive cock.

"I wan na sit on your boldness !"she barked, and pushed me back on the bed. Her trunk writhed up onto me and her genitals was in my brass and just that quick I was eating pussy. I could smell out and taste the hard, fresh Funk of her vernal snap along with the metallic flavouring of her jewelry as she grinded into me.

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

I squeezed her ass as intemperate 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 proficient,"she said."Get that cunt skillful and hot and wet and set for your cock !"

I started feeling a little queasy as I licked her salty oyster. I remembered from the old daylight this was the acid starting to demand grip and it would exceed. Rachel squirmed and hissed. I sucked hard on her clit like I was trying to swallow it raw.

"Oh, nookie !"she shouted, and pushed her shaved heap harder into my expression, her slit rings pinching my lips."raciness me. Eat me."

I kept munching and her button felt orotund in my mouth. Rachel squealed every prison term I softly bit into it and I could feel the swollen imperativeness of it pushing back against my surrounding brim. She started bouncing up and down, increasing the tautness of teeth and twat, and her kitty-cat slobbered into my back talk. ‘ 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 feet to nine. The squeamishness was eroding away and each gustatory perception of Rachel had become an ambrosial delectation. Every lick, every suck seemed to last, every taste savored over. And I was now painfully cognizant of my cock—it felt fat and hard and heavy like a spell of waterlogged lumber.

After what seemed like an 60 minutes of energetic 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 hand so I was atop her."Put that cock inside me."

I spread her wooden leg and knelt between them. I looked at her body with renewed bewilderment, a garish potpourri of shapes and watchword and landscape and animal and plant life. My hallucinations were now coming in mercurial moving ridge of more and lupus erythematosus intensity. I tried not to be distracted from the task at hand.

"piece of ass me. And spill the beans dirty to me,"she said.

"public lecture dirty ? Why ?"I asked.

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

My dick looked to me like it was two feet long and six column inch all-inclusive. There was no conceivable way it could fit into the slim slit of Rachel. But just as the tip was about to touch on her jewelry-clad fathead, her slit lips spread all-inclusive and opened like the mouth of a piranha…the mouth was risque inside, too…and the piranha swallowed up all two feet of me.

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

"Come on, Uncle Hugh, you can do in force than that,"Rachel said, and she started humping me grueling and libertine."Fuck me !"

I obliged and her snatch felt like a creamy delight wrapped around me. Every millimeter of my member soaked up the ecstatic warmth of her scrumptious, plumy vagina and every wring of her puss around it and every knife thrust it made into her seemed to hold out ten instant, although at our feverous pace in couldn't have been More than one.

"talk dirty to me. forebode me a twat,"she said.

I asked her why and fucked her harder.

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

"Yeah."

"Say it."

"Say what ?"

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

"okay, you're a slut. You're a cunt."

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

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

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

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

"Yes ! I want to amount on you."

"Well, hurry up you footling whore."

The words felt weird coming out of my mouth but it seemed to wrick her on even more. She dug her painted nails into my back and smacked her cunt into me backbreaking and crimp my cock with her inner walls.

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

"Oh, dirt,"I said."There's a coral Hydra on your tits."

"I know that."

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

"Harder !"Rachel said.

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

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

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

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

"I'm gon na get !"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 room was an replication of my groans and the succulent slapping of groins.

"living fucking me !"Rachel yelled.

I did. We kept pounding each other, for minutes which felt like 60 minutes, and then at last, Rachel squealed like a stuck pig and climaxed, releasing a river of cum out of her disconsolate piranha and all over my void anaconda.
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"I'm not a street girl, you know,"Rachel said.

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

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

I had reached a pointedness where my phantasmagoric visions had subsided. At least until the following wave.

Rachel kissed my lips and it turned into another long one. Her oral cavity opened wide and while our faces fucked I slipped my fingers into her piranha. It didn't bite. Again, it was probably only a minute or two, but it seemed to go on and on.

"Thanks for a great nookie,"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. Makes it intense."

She pinched my finger with her pussy and grabbed my gumshoe with her hired man. She pushed me onto my stomach and got onto my backbone. 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 wave was hitting me so I closed my eyes and focused on her fluffy tongue dancing around my rim. Time slowed to a escargot's tread, hardly moving, but her lingua did not. Each lick, each flick, each graze of her tongue was extended and resonated even as the next one began. Then her spit delved in, filling my ass with its slushy fuzziness and it fucked me with smooth, slow thrust, and it felt like a ft long inside me.

After what seemed like a retentive time she stopped."call down up your ass,"she said.

With my header on the pillow I scooted my knees under me so my ass was up off the bed. She reached through my peg and grabbed my corpse tool and started jerking it and her tongue went back into byplay on the rim of my ass.

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

Her tongue slithered out of my ass. Then she tugged my hammer down and back through my branch and wrapped her mouth around it. I wrenched my dead body in that direction to minimize the hyperextended strain on my rooster. Her fingers were on my balls and in my ass and she sucked me with a loud, slurpy durability.

Eventually…and again, clip relapsing was inscrutable…Rachel started her tongue-stud magic trick, tracing it along the bent-back shaft of my penis. Each power sloping trough of that stud up the side of my delicate dick was probably one or two endorsement, but each one felt like ten, and it felt so stiff I could hardly stand it. After a abruptly eternity Rachel took it into her mouth again and sucked with a retribution, and soon I came, one slow-moving current after another, like a thick handshake 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 dawning the world was normal again. The wanderer and snake again were dormant on Rachel's inky peel, and although I was somewhat groggy I was seeing straight. My dick was straight as well, and Rachel noticed.

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

I rolled on top. Her kitty-cat was fix and she put me right in. Without even so much as a ‘ Good morn ’, we were fucking. The bed frame screeched as I pounded her. I called her a bawd and a slovenly woman and a mother fucker and soon I shot a few ponderous ropes of sperm into her. I must have got slowed down some as I released because she yelled at me.

"Keep fucking me !"she ordered.

So I accelerated my pounding, called her a cunt and a tramp and a few early option words until she came at stopping point in a loud, protracted 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 party to do Fri and Saturday."

"Oh, I see."

"Can I amount over Thursday Night ?"

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

"Right, no acid,"she laughed.
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That Thursday would be our last clock time. I made no more massage appointments. She came over that Thursday dark, kissed me and started rubbing my dick.

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

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

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

I came three fourth dimension in the next two hr ; Rachel came once. My first metre was in her mouth. Then I went down on her and ate her and sucked her clit until I was good and laborious again. I mounted her and stay my cock into her sloppy cunt. I banged her like a tom tom over and over, grunting with each thrusting, like I was declaring war on her slit. Looking at her disfigured 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 dirty name calling, until finally she unloaded like a willow Tree blowing in the wind.

After a brief time out our finger's breadth started walking around. Rachel was fondling my bollock when I rammed a finger's breadth up her ass.

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

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

"Yeah. ass my ass,"she croaked.

She wiggled to the bedside and took one of the thermionic valve she'd left on the end table. She squeezed a generous sum of money of lubricant into her hand. She fingered her dickhead and coated my cock. I spun her around face-down on the bed.

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

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

After a bit 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 baffle look.

"I want you to piss on me."

"What ?"

"Piss on me."

I shook my header and went into the john and closed the door. I peed into the stool with half a boner.
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That was the hold up time I saw her. I knew it couldn't continue, no thing how good the blowjobs were. There was no hereafter to it anyway, we both knew that, so what was the point ? It was all just suddenly too much to assimilate. The idea of fucking my niece was one matter ; but fucking a world-hardened harlot who wants to be pissed on and goes out week after week sucking dozens of cock is something else altogether. I had no estimate how to deal with that.
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I'd seen a lot of crazy things while fucking on the battery-acid. But I may have realized some things too. The last time I'd been with Rachel, when I was pumping my tool into her over and over and waiting for her to issue forth, I was thinking about my sister. I hadn't been in tactual sensation with Cindy since I'd been back, although I'd been meaning to give her a call. So on Mon night, I called her.

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

We talked about our marriages, our divorcement, our Book of Job and the family. She told me about all the trouble Rachel had gotten into during her teenage years, and how she started stripping right after high school. She said Jimmy had gotten remarried and was now divorced for the second prison term. We compared notes on our dear liveliness and established that there were no substantial others. We talked for over two minute and throughout the entire claim there was hardly a dead second. I asked her out to dinner.

On Fri evening after work I picked her up at her condo. It was a small two bedroom where she had lived alone for the yesteryear four long time since Rachel had moved out after graduating from richly school.

Cindy looked sensational. She was now in her too soon forties but could have passed for a good deal younger. She was still slight and shapely and if she was trying to look sexy she had accomplished her goal. Her blonde hair was longsighted and wavy and she wore gray linen pants and a sleeveless black shirt that showed off her pilus and toned arms. As soon as I was through the door she hugged me and kissed my nerve. I told her how fabulous she looked and how slap-up it was to see her. After a brief tour of the condominium she gathered up her purse and we were off.

We had dinner at a free-and-easy seafood sign. Cindy had lobster and I had a combo platter. Our conversation again was free-flowing, and we peered into each former's center a few times. I wondered what she was thinking behind her infant bluish Peeping Tom. 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 plaza ; it may be more comfortable. I make a mean martini."

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

"It was a 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 flop. You had to try. I understood that."

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

I took her hand and held it. Then I raised it to my mouth and kissed it. That simple motion broke through any remaining, falling-down roadblock that still stood between us.

She squeezed my hand and said,"sibling 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 physical structure as we made out, and then without a word, Cindy took my hand and led me to her sleeping room. 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 naked, I should say. I had to discase off Cindy's neon dingy pasties and G-string first.
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