blueing TABOO

My deary coloring is blue. It always has been, for as long as I can remember. My eye are blue. Girls I've been attracted to have blue eyes. My car is risque. I wear blue denim 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 gallant owner of a spartan causa of red-green colorblindness. When I learned that, everything started to take a shit more gumption. Blue always stood out to me because it's one of the only colors I can really see.

When you have a color deficiency like mine, most colors blend and look sort of the same. I can't see shades or appreciate color like most people. Red-brown-orange-green and fluctuation thereof tend to run together. For exercise, at a traffic Light Within, the red and yellow look the Sami and the green is a washed-out gray. And if there is a red arrest polarity in front line of a green Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, block about it, to my eyes it isn't even there.

I remember when we would playact baseball when I was a kid. If a grass-stained orchis got fouled off into the weeds or the woods and I went to seem for it, I could search for twenty dollar bill hour and never happen it…it blended right in with the foliage…while another kid would stroll over and pick it right up. It would be in front end of me and I couldn't see it. I also stepped in a lot of dog red cent that the other Kid would see and pace around.

Most of my apparel were blue, especially if I picked them out, because I couldn't mate any other colors. I occasionally would get barrels of jape from my friends with my creative clothing combinations. When my sister or parents gave me dress as a natural endowment, it was usually in matched sets.
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My older sister has always been a very attractive and pop girl. When I was still in class shoal I remember a steady stream of male child calling her on the earphone and coming to the planetary house to pick her up. Some of my buddies liked to come over to our sign hoping to get a glance of her. She was four old age older—quite a gap when you're a kid—but as soon as I was old enough to appreciate the opposite sex, I could appreciate my sister Cindy. I was proud of her. She was hot.

Cindy was the whole software package. Slim, medium height, plenteous bosom, nice butt, long blonde hair and shining blue eyes. Her body would turn over heads and she knew how to curry. She had a pair of slopped blue angel blue jean drawers that hugged her ass like shrink wrap, and when she'd wear them with a haltere or a underground top it was hard to look away. She also had a bit of a tempestuous 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 guardianship for him right from the offset. He was uncouth and very boisterous around the edges. He came from a lower-class, fatherless home, had wretched fashion and could be rather flip and disrespectful to people without even realizing it. Whatever attracted Cindy to Jimmy is anybody's conjecture ; maybe she was just being disaffected. But he'd soar up to the mansion on his Harley and Cindy would hop on the back and off they'd go.

Sometimes she'd be back the same night and other times she'd be gone for daylight. Our parents were not closelipped about their flavor about Jimmy, which probably made Cindy more determined to see him. I think they were hoping the relationship would run its course and then Cindy would happen a decent man to subside down with. But all of that went out the window when Cindy got herself knocked up.

In those daylight, in our family, there was only one choice : They were going to get marital. jimmy started hemming and hawing, saying how he wasn't cook and he was too Danton True Young to get married and all that, but my old man put him straight pretty beshrew flying. Jimmy was going to marry Cindy, that's all there was to it. And that's what happened.

There was a hastily-arranged marriage ceremony and a half-ass reception, and Cindy and jimmy were husband and wife with a babe on the way. I helped them move into a moth-eaten row menage in the city. I was only over there a dyad times after that ; it was pretty depressing. It was in a shady neighborhood and the flair of furniture and décor was what I would depict as ‘ Early impoverishment ’.
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I was a elder in high school when their sister was born, a beautiful trivial 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 female parent kept me updated on their marriage. It was rocky from the starting time. They would niggle and struggle and money was tight. They'd have a runaway and Jimmy would tantalize off on his bike and disappear for mean solar day at a clip. My Mom and Cindy sat side-by-side every Sunday morning singing in the Christian church choir so she got the scoop every hebdomad. Cindy was trying to proceed the marriage together for the sake of Rachel. I think that they really did care for one another but that jemmy was just too green to live up to his responsibleness for any length of time.

I went to college on the five year programme. I had changed my John R. Major in my soph twelvemonth from engineering to reckoner skill and needed some summer social class and two surplus semesters to graduate. My parents came to the university for my gradation observance and took me out to dinner afterwards to keep. I would be starting a new job in three hebdomad.

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

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

"Hopefully her deadbeat husband will pay her some money for child support !"my father chipped in.
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When I got to my parent's house the next day I saw Cindy for the foremost time in almost six months. She wore blue jean and a Edward D. White t-shirt and she looked expectant. The utmost few times I'd seen her I could smell the tenseness she was under. But she seemed better now, more than relaxed. She hugged me when I came in the door and kissed my cheek. I put my weapons system around her and hugged her for the offset time in a long time. Rachel was a fairly piddling saint. Blond and amobarbital sodium like her mommy, with a big grin.

At dinner the Nox before with my parents the hypnotism had come up that perhaps I could rent a room from Cindy in her new mansion for a spell to help her out financially. That sounded good to me. I'd be starting a new job soon and would have to get a new place anyway. I certainly wasn't going to subsist at base. And it would hand me an opportunity to help out my sister and get to know my niece a little better. So the plan was that I would choose 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 party favor of the thought. Cindy looked at her spotter. It was a petty too soon for dinner but what the hell ?

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

"Sure, why not ! My delicacy. This big first-grader spirit athirst and I could eat a modest buck !"I said, patting Rachel's mind."And you're looking variety of lean, Cindy,"I added, pinching her slim waistline."might pauperization to fatten up 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 house. Cindy and I ordered a large pizza pie, a mound of beer for us and a big Coca Cola for Rachel. She asked me about college and she briefly filled me in on what had been happening in her life. She was thrifty not to mention jemmy or the detachment ; we could talk about that later. But she talked enthusiastically about the new home they would soon be moving to, and described it way by room.

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

"To you ? Really ?"

"Sure, why not ? Mom said you might be looking for a roommate and I need to recover 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 reason it shouldn't. We lived together growing up so we should be capable 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 name that you might be looking to pull out the excess way, that's all,"I said."And I need to bump a lieu anyway."

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

Rachel nodded enthusiastically with her mouth full phase of the moon of pepperoni.

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

"okeh, good, that's a shipment off my mind."

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

Cindy rose from her hot seat, turned, and I watched her walk to the restroom. Her ass looked fine inside her soused denim and her melt off T-shirt was tucked in snugly showing off her firm pectus. My new roomy may have been my sis, but I had to take on she looked pretty goddamned hot.
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A span hebdomad later we moved in. I asked my old friend Leon to help. Leon is a six invertebrate foot six, very physical black dude and we had both played on our highschool schooltime basketball game team together. He had a hand truck, which we needed, plus I thought he might follow in handy if Jimmy decided to commit Cindy any hoot when we went to nibble up her material at his row sign. But we were lucky. Jimmy wasn't even there, he must have been out cruising somewhere. Cindy let us in with her key, and we loaded her poppycock onto the motortruck and drove off. We had to construct a couple runs from our parents'house too, moving habiliment, article of furniture, beds and cartons full of numerous odds and ends.

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

I went out and picked up some take-out food and some beer and wine. When I got back Cindy and Leon were unloading boxes of kitchen token and storing them in the cabinets. Leon and I hit the beers immediately and Cindy drank vino, and over the next couple of hours we all got half-lit. Then we ate the solid 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 ready for bed. Leon was in no anatomy to drive so I fetched him a pillow and some mantle so he could break apart on the couch. Then I went to bed, which was a denudate mattress on the flooring. I'd decided I would put the beds together tomorrow.

I quickly nodded off, but it was a brief, interrupted sleep. I woke up around midnight to go to the bathroom and get a swallow of H2O. I heard noises coming from inside the schoolmaster bedroom at the end of the hall. I looked in the life room and the sofa was discharge. I stood outside the fold sleeping room door and try a low refrain of moans and groans and a steady, wet smacking from inside. I listened for a little piece and there was no mistaking Leon's guttural oink and Cindy's murmuring response 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 serve us move, but where does he get off thinking he could do it my sis as a bonus ? I was seething—I don't know why I was so mad, but I was—and I didn't like the visual of Leon stabbing his licorice marijuana cigarette in and out of my sister. Cindy was vulnerable, secern from her hubby, just moving into a new place with her trivial girl, and Leon takes reward like that. I steamed for a while before finally falling back to sleep.
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I woke up former with a concern. I was hoping Leon would be gone, and he was. I didn't want a showdown with him. I took a cascade and some St. Joseph and then started rummaging through the kitchen for java, of which there was none. I drove to a gadget storehouse and bought two gravid coffees and some breakfast biscuits. When I got back to the household Cindy was standing against the kitchen counter in her robe. Her fuzz was wet from the shower.

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

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

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

"Huh ?"Cindy said.

"For you and Leon,"I said.

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

"Why did you do it ?"

"Do what ?"

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

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

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

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

"You did ? Why ?"

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

"Oh, fuck it,"I said, and left the family. 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 activity until I felt it was secure to go back to the house with my tail between my legs.
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I stopped to pick up some sandwiches on the way rest home. When I entered the house I noticed that Cindy had decorated and arranged the furniture and it really looked like a home. I took the sandwiches into the kitchen to put them in the refrigerator. Cindy had stocked the kitchen with basic 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 door was slightly ajar so I lightly knocked and looked in. She was wearing a tenuous, Edward White silky robe and was reclined on her bed with her rachis against a pile of pillows, reading a book. The TV was not hooked up yet. There was a scented standard candle burning on the nightstand. Cindy looked up at me but didn't say anything.

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

"Sure,"she said and closed the book.

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

"The house looks great,"I said."You did a good 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 crusade. I was so ill-timed, completely out of line. I behaved like an ass. I don't know why I reacted that way. I'm just over-protective of my big 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."

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

"I just needed to get off."

I slid close and hugged her. She put her branch 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,"testament 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 capitulum rested on the pillows. She snuggled secretive and pulled my arm more tightly around her so my hand was just below her arm pit. Her school principal was on my shoulder.

We lay there for a piece in silence, our torso touching from top to bottom. My cheek was flush with the top of her mind. I could reek the odour of strawberry shampoo in her hairsbreadth and could sense the gentle swaying of her amphetamine torso as she inhaled and exhaled. Every so often she would sigh and change her position ever-so-slightly, and would nestle stuffy. After several of these subtle drive her go away breast was resting in the ribbon of my left helping hand, and her finger's breadth were splayed on my stomach and would resurrect and fall with my breath.

I didn't want to displace my helping hand, but it took all of my will might to limit it from trying to cop a more comprehensive flavor. Her tit felt house and smooth through the thin fabric but I dared not proceed to the point of doing something I'd regret. This was my sister, as well as my new roommate, and I didn't want to hump things up.

But of course, after a few more apprehensive moment, 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 brilliant chest. I gently massaged it and Cindy let out a peek of a moan and thrusted her tit deeper into my hand. I felt her nipple stiffen in my grasp and her fingers began to divagate over my abdomen.

I kissed the top of her head and lightly caressed her arm with my former hand. We went on like this for many minutes : My manus kneading her yearning tit, my mightily hand stroking her arm and brushing her bosom, and the occasional kiss on her head. I became bolder and ran my hand along her thigh just in from what I imagined was one sweet pussy.

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

I slid down so we were face-to-face. Her glossa was delving into the compass of my mouth and I sucked her into me. It was the tenacious keep up kissing session I had ever experienced, and it went on and on and on. My prick felt like a lead pipe between my branch. I slipped my handwriting under the bottom of her gown and clutched her bare ass.

As we continued our marathon kiss, our glossa never stopped dancing as I moved more onto my side and Cindy more onto her cover. I loosened the girdle and opened her robe, her slim, aphrodisiacal organic structure bare underneath. My ovolo and forefinger tinkered with her fixed pap before I slid my hand down across her flat belly to her sultry pussy and slipped two finger into her. Her hand found my groin and she rubbed my bloated bone.

After a telephone number of strokes through the fabric of my shorts, her fingerbreadth started fumbling with the snap and zip. She opened my pant and took my hot, swollen rod into her hand. She stroked me up and down while we put the finishing touches on our lip-lock.

When our mouth finally parted Cindy smiled and planted a final, squeamish kiss on the tip of my nose, like a cherry on top of a delicious sweet. Then she moved down, shoved my short to my articulatio genus, and wrapped her lips around my anxious cock. I moaned with delight and raised my groin to her cheek. I took off my shirt and tossed it aside.

She fondled my aged walnut tree as she sucked me, taking more and more cock into her oral cavity with each bob of her headway. I fingered her hairsbreadth and massaged her scalp and I watched with wonderment as my well up beam of light slid in and out of her mouth.

Cindy was into it, she seemed to really like giving head. And she was dependable at it, I'll give her that. Up and down, she lipped and tongued my pecker from the tip to its base. She gagged slightly when my full phase of the moon length reached up into her throat, but that didn't slow her down. She rotated my testicle in her fingers and squeezed my ass hard with her other hand, roiling my spermatozoan and coaxing it upward.

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

She sensed when I was nearing my ejaculation. She half-moaned, half-hummed as she sucked me intemperate and faster and she scrunched my stony balls and butt in her spry helping hand. I screeched and held her head in my handwriting when I came, shaking violently as her mouth remained sealed around my cock and absorbed spirt after spurt of my stored-up cum. Once my quivers were quelled her principal rose up and my satisfied cock reappeared from within. I put my lip on hers and plunged my natural language into her cum-filled mouth and she swallowed as we kissed.

I lowered her onto her spinal column and sucked her mouth and we launched into another extended muscly buss. I took my sentence kissing her neck and berm, licking her cleavage and armpit and sucking on her bosom. Her nipples looked like enlarged, hardened Hershey Kisses, begging me to eat them, and I latched onto them with my hungry backtalk right quick. Cindy oohed and aahed as I suckled and piece and chewed on her swelled vesicles and she dug her fingertips pointedly into my neck opening and upper back.

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

After an extended full point of sucking on her turgid boob, my backtalk went south. I slowly kissed every foursquare in of her stomach, her torso squirming with delight, and licked her navel clean. I ran my tongue around her neatly-trimmed, V-shaped bush, pointing like an arrow to her open cunt. I lowered my font to her crotch and she barked like a sealing wax when my clapper split her twat and entered her. My tongue stayed in her for some time.

Her bridge player were on my head pulling it into her and she ground her mound into my side. I clenched her ass with both hands and pulled her pussy besotted. I surrounded her clit with my brim and my tongue kept diving. She gripped her legs snugly around my neck, melding us into one fleshy mass. She'd been a gymnast in mellow school and she obviously had not lost her lightsomeness. I ate her pussy like it was the shoemaker's last one on Earth.

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

She screamed like a peeved Felis concolor and sprayed me like she was marking her spot. Her hands stayed clamped to my head and she continued to mash her pussy into my face as I sucked her. With her tumid clitoris firmly in my mouth, it felt like I was sucking on a peach tree pit and Cindy's rhythmic grunts told me she liked it. She kept grinding on my flooded face even after she'd emptied her bucket. But my dick had again risen to stiff attention and I could feel my blood boiling against its thin skin.

Gradually her throe slowed. I detached my mouth from her clit and kissed it. I licked her cum from her lip and thighs. I rose to my knee and she saw my engorged, glistening cock pointing at the ceiling. I looked in her optic for a moment. She licked her lips and nodded.

I leaned forward and atop her. The head of my rooster touched her slippery gash. I kissed her and instantly in a contemporise flash her tongue sprung into my mouth and her hands grabbed my cock and fed it into her. Her hands gripped my buttocks like a vise so I squirted my hands under her and did the Saame. I started fucking her and then her mole got back into the cut and she was fucking me back, and soon we had a strong, stiff throb going on. Next I felt her fingertips in the crack of my ass, spreading me, and this made me sleep together her harder, so she fucked me harder, and I fucked her harder still, and she stayed right wing with me. I was fucking her like I was trying to pink her arse out.

After a few second I slowed down and fucked her prissy and comfortable for a piece, pacing myself, wanting it to last and delay my passing. But then our speed picked up again, as did our breathing, as did our moans 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 hosepipe ; I could palpate the acute billow in my member as my cum rose up through my shaft of light, once, twice, and again and again.

I was just about done when Cindy began. Her mouth let out a high howl and her nails dug into my back and she had another shivering orgasm and her cum flux with mine. I felt her warm, fluid electric discharge environment my hammer and ooze out of her onto my cringe nuts. I collapsed on top of her and kissed her and held her, and my cock remained inside her for a farsighted time.
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We were lying arms-in-arms, basking in our passion lighting and pleasantly pooped, when I realized that not a Holy Scripture had been spoken between us since Cindy had maiden asked me to have her. It was as if once my arm was around her everything that came after was automatic and the most natural affair in the domain.

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

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

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

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

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

Cindy looked up at me with glazed oculus and said,"well, you're a pretty good fuck yourself, minuscule brother."

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

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

"Yeah, me too ; sibling with benefits."
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Cindy wrapped her robe around her and I slipped on my shorts. We went into the kitchen to eat soup and sandwiches. Then we cleaned up, went back to the bedchamber, got naked and fucked again. Cindy rode me this time, her glossy pussy slithering up and down and all around my hammer, and I aided her raising with my script. She came first this prison term ; she moaned and her body shook and she poured her hot buttered cum all over me. Then, she did a flawless dismount, took my barbellate pecker into her mouth and sucked me off. I came in thirty second gear and scored it a perfect ten.

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

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

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

She went down and sucked me for a minute or two until my cock had risen to its maximum first light glory. She rubbed my cock up and down several times with sebaceous hand, then used it as a grip to pull me on top of her as she lay back on the bed. She lifted her body and guided me into her. I shoved and it slid slowly in. God, it felt unbelievable, but different, tighter, my cock clamped with a firm cushioned friction surrounding its girth. It took me a moment to pull in 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 palpate the puff of the cave of her ass on the fragile skin of my cock. I held her shoulder in my hands and pumped immobile, her ass expanding and fitting to my cock like a glove one size of it too small. I could feel the walls of her ass scrunch down on my meat. Cindy put her deal between her peg and worked her hyperbolic clit.

"You like this ?"she rasped.

"An unexpected pleasure,"I said.

"cum in my ass."

We got into some swift swinging then. Her eye never left mine as I reamed her ; the bed was rocking and her fingers flew like lightning over her enlarged sweet spot. My judgement possessed only one dogmatic mentation : nooky that ass. The head of my tool had tunnel vision as, minute after lecherous bit, it glided in and out of Cindy's buttery hole.

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

She wheezed and groaned and I felt her heated leakage ooze onto my cock and thighs as I moved. I kept right on rutting, so near but so far.

Once her muscle spasm diminished, Cindy gripped my thigh with her unworthy workforce. She wanted to ram a digit up my ass but she couldn't quite reach. But just the thinking of her long sexy finger jolting my arse was all it took, and I soon felt my cum rising to climax. It was now my turn to groan.

"Here I come…"I croaked.

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

And I let it rip. She squeezed me with the walls of her inside ass. I felt it caving in around my dick, pinch after pinch, as I discharged my cum into her.

When I pulled back out, her rim was widened and winked at me as it slowly returned to its more natural size and my cum seeped out and onto the bed.
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"I have to get make to go to church,"Cindy said.

We'd been lying in bed recovering for twenty minutes or so.

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

"Yeah, right,"Cindy said."When I sit down adjacent to her in the choir loft I'll say, Good dawning Mom, and by the way, Hugh says Hi too, and he fucked my ass this morning !"

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

"Yes, it was. And it will pay me something to cerebrate about during the sermon."

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

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

"Of path, I understand,"I said.

"What happened is between us."

"I know."

"But maybe if you are useable next Sabbatum Nox, we could stool a date."

"Really ? What would you care to do ?"

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

"Jimmy will be taking Rachel on weekends,"she said."He will be alternating between picking her up her Sabbatum good afternoon and dropping her off at Christian church on Sunday, or picking her up on Fri and bringing her book binding Sabbatum. So I'll have either a Friday or Saturday night free 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 cud though. You know, to keep it prepare for you. Bye."

She kissed my lips and was off.
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The pursuit hebdomad we were alike two ships continually passing in the nighttime. Cindy worked days and was a doting mother at night. I made myself scarce nearly of the metre. I think we were both anxiously awaiting Saturday night. I know I was.

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

On Saturday afternoon I was out when Jimmy picked up Rachel. When I got plate around five o'clock Cindy was standing at the kitchen return chopping vegetables. She turned to confront me and came into my 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 dungaree dress with a long zipper in the front from the neck all the way down to the hem just above her knee. I pulled the zipper all the way down and opened the attire wide. I put my arms around her raw skin and kissed her again.

When we were done with our kiss I was already concentrated. I looked at her beautiful body and grinned. All she wore under that attire were two pasties on her nipples and the scantiest G-string I'd ever seen. It was skintight, barely covering her snag sass and her cameltoe was inviting me. And all three pieces were gleaming, Ne blue.

"Wow !"I said.

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

"Fat chance of that."

I knelt before her, pulled her bright blue postage tender aside and dove right in. I ate that luscious pussy right then and there with Cindy leaning with her back against the counter. She put one ft on my shoulder, opening herself, giving me total access, and guided my brain with her hands. My backtalk and tongue worked together doing everything they could to perk up her hot push. I reached behind her and held her ass in my hands. I found the goat spark plug, snugly in lieu, and I twisted and grinded it into her, and did the Saame with my fount and her cunt.

She came right there in the kitchen, with her dress open wide and my brain in her crotch. Her spray was profuse and it ran over my face and into my mouth and onto the level. We didn't even wipe it up—we left the puddle for later. We made our way to her bed and fucked and sucked all night. And on Sunday morning 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 lovers. We were esurient. We were beast. We were cum auto. But then it had to end.

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

Our last night together was a Friday. It was expectant as always, and even more intense. We fucked harder and louder than ever. It was as if we both wanted to be feeling it for a month. Soon jimmy would be moving in and I'd be moving out.
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I moved crossing nation for my job. I had gone to a convening in CA and met a girl named Josie and we hit it off really well. We kept in soupcon and it seemed like a human relationship with a future so I ended up moving out there. It seemed like a good melodic theme ; it was a better job, better pay, plus it got me away from Cindy and any temptation that I would accept certainly had.

I married Josie. Our marriage was better than Cindy's, at least for a few years. We made it make for a patch but it eventually turned to shit. Josie was a well person but we were a mismatch ; wrongly person, right wing metre, I guess. And the sex was unremarkable, but then after Cindy, who knows, maybe anyone would have come up short. Somehow we made it almost ten years, but the survive three or four were not fun. Fortunately we had no children so we only had to divide our assets and impress on. After the divorcement I figured I would move back east, but with promotions and calm pay increases I stayed put another four and a one-half years. My life during those year essentially consisted of two things : working and trying avoid getting involved with women.

I stayed in touch with my family of grade ; my mother kept me in the loop. Cindy and jimmy had separated and reconciled three different meter before splitting up one endure fourth dimension and divorcing. Rachel had grown into a wild child, into drugs, rebellious and uncontrollable and doing her own affair. She moved out of the house on the day she graduated high school and the fellowship only saw her around the vacation.

I learned that my old friend Mel would be getting married in a few months. I had been thinking about moving back, and when I heard about his wedding, it became a no-brainer. The time was right. So, I applied for some jobs, went on some audience, and the timing worked out. I moved back and started my new position three calendar week before the wedding.
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The bachelor party was a week before the wedding party. Mel's best man was a guy we'd gone to schoolhouse with. His sobriquet was Eruca vesicaria sativa, so that might enjoin you something about him. rocket was the kind of guy who was always first into the kitty, afraid of zippo, spared no disbursement and never let a dollar bill burn a jam in his air pocket. We all knew that if Rocket was in explosive charge of the bachelor party, it was going to be a doozy.

He didn't let us down. rocket engine was divorced but he'd managed to keep the star sign, a big one out in the burbs, with a tumid heavy room on the ground floor. There was medicine playing, subdued lighting, well-to-do furniture and a wet bar. There were a dozen guys altogether and all showed up within a few minutes of the specified time. Drinks started flowing and Rocket filled us in on what to expect.

"Okay, cat,"he said,"Listen up, this is very important. I got a couple little girl coming over in about an hour. They're gon na give us all a short show and then they're gon na give Mel a lilliputian show of his own, and then maybe even the relaxation of us if we're prosperous. BUT : You can't meet ‘ em. They can concern us but we can't touch them. So you all got ta hope to behave yourselves, all right ? And being drunk is no exculpation because we'll all be drunk and we'd make rotten spectator. Everybody got it ?"

We all nodded and agreed and continued to ingest various dipsomaniac beverages. The bell rang at the ordained prison term and roquette ushered in two good-looking young cleaning lady. They both wore Edward Douglas White Jr. lab pelage and four-inch hound. One was lightlessness, kind of tall with a thin out face, long black wavy hair, and she carried a black leather Dr.'s bag. The early bird was livid, a couple inches shorter with a cute cheek, gilt earrings and shoulder-length aristocratical hair. I liked her already.

A deep-cushioned dearest derriere had been moved to the meat of the room. This would be their ‘ stage ’. The other furniture was arranged in a Mexican valium around it, giving all a good view. Except one professorship was presence 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 quick, 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 medicine was a pulsate funk with an earthy look, a quaggy laid-back groove that the girls were instantly moving to, and they both had honest motility. They danced around each other for a moment or two, running their hands over their bodies through the White person material of their coats. The guys whooped when they embraced and had a long, extended kiss, and they clutched each other's asses under the back of their pelage. As they kissed and shook their butts to the beat, blueing Hair started unbuttoning soot black's duster. The boy hollered again when it came off and was tossed aside. She was gorgeous, longsighted and lean with smooth, benighted chocolate tegument and athletic abs. She wore a skimpy opprobrious bikini top and a lean black thong that matched the gloss of her skin, and if I hadn't been so tightlipped I would have sworn she was already naked.

Then Ebony returned the favor and unbutton blueing. When her coat came off there was a diffuse gasp of surprise. She had a killer consistence too, and a Amytal bra and panties to match her hair. But what caused the surprisal was on her soundbox itself : She was completely covered with myriad tattoos from her shoulders to her toes. She was a homo inkpad ; It was intemperate to pick out a squarely inch of naked flesh. There were all kind of images big and small, blanketing her shoulders, her arms, her back, her stomach, her ass, legs, ankle, feet. Flora, zoology, snakes and spiders and lounge lizard and cactus and lyric and arrow and mountain and birds and God knows what else, you'd need half a day to see it all, her body was like a travelog of the grotesque. Her belly button was the heart and soul of some flower and from her belly button dangled a gold string. And most of the ink was darker, and much of it risque, at least to my eyes. They started going at it.

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

As Ebony sucked on those pierced, adorned nipples, Blue reached behind her, unhooked her bra and tossed it on the honey seat. Ebony then slipped her long black fingers inside the dorsum of the blue step-in and wiggled them down, revealing bluing's cunt, its lips also pierced and decorated with ironware. ebony tree pushed those puny scanty all the way down to the floor and her head wasn't far behind. She was quickly on her human knee eating White person pussy.

Then they did a little switcheroo and amobarbital sodium started doing Ebony, and for the future few minutes went to town on some bootleg pussy and tits. The son were enjoying the show and yelling encouragement to them, often with lewd and abhorrent suggestions for their act.

The girls paused while Amytal picked up the Dr.'s bag and opened it. starting time she took out a large glassful tip jar and placed it on a board. Then she took out a flexible double dildo, perhaps nine or ten in long, and they played around with that for a spell.

Most of the guys probably already had full-blast hard-ons by this time, but if they didn't, what came next would ingest certainly done the trick. As their coordinated dead body bent to the beat, those female child ran that dildo between their branch, into their kitty and in and out of their mouths. Ebony then wrapped her lips around one read/write head of that flexible cock and took it in an in at a time. I watched her jaws and neck muscles working in concert as bit by bit she took it into her throat. The son went nuts when she had deep-throated almost all of it and only the other bastard was left exposed.

Blue got back into the act. She put her backtalk around that exposed psyche so she was kissing Ebony's back talk. Then we watched as their lips and mouths and throats worked in unison and their four men groped their figure. Their point and bodies writhed together for another dyad minutes and when their sassing at last parted the dildo was completely embedded in Amytal's mouth and throat with only the early dickhead sticking out of her mouth. The whole crew erupted in applause and howler of delight when Blue pulled that long rod out of her mouth slowly, column inch by inch. She held it up, and it looked massive in her womanly mitt. The girls took a bow and then switched their focus to Mel.

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

The girls then starting flirting and mixing with the guys and pretty soon more and Thomas More shaft were coming out, and soon the miss were on their stifle sucking them. I was hoping to give coal black a taste of mine, and she was working my side of meat of the room.

But the more I looked at Blue, the more I wanted to attend at her. She was almost appalling to bet at but it was hard to claim my eyes off of her. She had a with child body but it was hard to prize it…I couldn't understand why she would need to cover it with all those tattoos. I was certainly she'd regret it someday. And her piercings were also over-the-top. She had jewelry decorating her ears, nose, nipples, bellybutton and cunt.

Diospyros ebenum finally got to me and started rubbing my rooster, 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 catapult, I was still watching amobarbital sodium. She was just a few foot away sucking one guy and jerking off another. She looked unbelievable, primitive like some animal or native in the hobo camp, almost abhorrent. But I couldn't wait away ; she drew my optic like a magnet.

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

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

When I had briefly caught Blue's eye I thought I had seen a glint of the showtime of a smile for an instant before she looked away, but I couldn't be sure. There was an atom of realization in there somewhere but I couldn't for the life of me place it. It nagged at me for Clarence Shepard Day Jr. and narrowly eluded me like an evasive word on the tip of your clapper. Then one dark I was lying in bed reliving it for the umpteenth sentence, and it hit me. blueness was my niece.
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I hadn't seen Rachel for years. From what I'd been told, several years back she'd left home decently out of high school, did her own thing, and had made herself scarce 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 earphone number from Mel and called him. I asked him about the girl from the bachelor party.

"They used to be exotic dancer down at the Hoochie Coochie Club,"he said."The Black person chick goes by Crystal Ballz, with a Z on the end. And the blue hair's-breadth is Dixie Coxxx, with three x's. I have no melodic theme 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 unspoilt act, huh ?"

"Yep, sure was."

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

"No, but I know someone who might."

"Well, they both work at that beauty parlor in that flight strip essence on 8th across from the mall."

I knew the place. I thanked him and we ended the telephone call. I looked up the number and called it. I didn't know which public figure Rachel would be using so I tried to diddle dumb, as if somebody had referred me but I'd forgotten the young woman's name. The receptionist went through their roster and when she got to the public figure Rachel I said, ‘ That's it ’. I gave her a name and booked a one-hour school term for Friday afternoon.
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I walked into the beauty shop Friday at four p.m. Even though I had no estimation 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 hebdomad, if zip else. I checked in with the receptionist and she had me replete out some manakin and then showed me to a way. She pointed to a partition and told me to strip to my short and lay face-down on the table and Rachel would be with me shortly.

I glanced at the door when Rachel entered. Her hair wasn't blue, it was her raw blonde, in braids. She wore scrubs and no makeup, her blue centre sparkling. I couldn't help but look through her clothes and imagine her inked skin and pierced nipples and cunt rim underneath. This was my niece, I kept telling myself, I must be crazy ; but here I was.

She didn't say anything at first. She washed and dried her manus at the cesspit and then fiddled with some feeding bottle of oil. She came to the table and poured the strong liquid onto my back.

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

"Oh, I'm okay. Nice to be household 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 opening and back and then dug her fingers into the base of my scalp.

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

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

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

"A couple daylight later,"I said."You looked companion but with the blue fuzz and the eye make-up and the poor lighting, plus it had been so long since I'd seen you, it totally eluded me. You've grown into quite an attractive Pres Young woman."Her hands dug into my shoulder and upper berth back with spare 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 the pits of a show you two daughter put on."

"I'm glad you liked it."

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

She was moving from my blue 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."near weekends we do one or two, sometimes three. Freddy, the bartender at the Hoochie Coochie cabaret book us. We used to work there as social dancer but we got crazy of the hours and the way we were treated and having to work the crowd of sot afterwards. common soldier parties are much easier and safer. We work a distich hours and wee a lot of money."

I was savoring the imperativeness of her strong fingerbreadth rubbing my buns and the back of my thighs. Then she poured Sir Thomas More oil on my calf and ankles and feet.

"You can skip the metrical foot,"I said."Ticklish."

Rachel laughed and pummeled my calves.

"Okay, toss over,"Rachel said.

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

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

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

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

"Oh no, nothing like that. I could differentiate at the bachelor-at-arms party, you're all grown up ; your life is your own. At start I was attracted to the black female child, but then I found I couldn't take my eyes off of you. That was long before I knew who you were."

"I was watching you too,"she said."I recognized you. When we started mingling I really wanted to go over to where you were but I was afraid. At first I was embarrassed for me, but then I didn't want to embarrass you, or 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."audio pretty sick, doesn't it ? I guess when I'm sucking a bunch of unknown cocks 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 boxers 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 okey with you ?"

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

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

It was a rhetorical question. I lifted my cigarette and she grabbed the elastic shank of my bagger and pulled them off. She poured oil into her hired man and gently pumped my erect 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 turncock,"she whispered, and took it into her mouth.

She maneuvered her mouth up and down over my pecker and every single accident of her bobbing head felt like a mini-orgasm. I then realized that Rachel had an extra piercing I had been unaware of until that bit : her knife. She had some kind of witching stud protruding from the top of her tongue and every I time it dragged along the duration of my cock it felt like my cum was rising up through its scape. I came like Krakatoa with my own hot lava fighting to get out of the crater on the header of my dick. When my ejaculation was finally over Rachel let my cum drip slowly from her mouth over my belly and chest and she rubbed in it, and finished my massage. Then she kissed my sass and slipped her slick tongue into my backtalk and I tasted semen and mint. She washed her hands at the sink.

"shit, Rachel, that was beautiful,"I said."Thank you. That was the right I've ever had !"

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

‘ How often can I come up here without raising suspicions ?'I thought to myself as I was getting dressed. I felt with child. That young lady is not only one hell of a masseuse, but she gives one the pits of a BJ too. On the way out I set an appointment for the adjacent Friday.
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Over the travel along days I constantly thought of Rachel. I was anxious for Friday to get along, not just for the massage and the hazard of another blowjob, but to see Rachel. I thought about the deface body underneath those scrubs, the piercings, the grotesqueness of it. I wanted to see that body again, naked. I wanted to touch it, to feel it, to taste it.

I knew it was wrong, she was my niece for Redeemer's rice beer, but since I used to fuck my Sister all those eld 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 clock time she licked along the skin of my cock.
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I had a pipe dream about Rachel. I don't remember my pipe dream very often, and when I do they are usually colorless, like an old Negroid and Patrick White motion-picture show. But my dream about Rachel was full of color ; blue, of course.

We were naked in bed. Her hair was dingy, her eyes were aristocratical, her consistence was covered with juicy tattoos, and her legion closed circuit and chains dangling from her various body parts sparkled in contrast. We were kissing and my hands were active agent all over her biased flesh, and my dick was foresightful and unvoiced. Then I was on top of her and she spread her pussy for me, inviting me in, and the inside of her slit was a smart, liquid blue. But when I tried to insert her my tool turned into a Snake and started squiggling around and darting back and forth, and as hard as I tried to put its head into her blue laguna, it evaded me, and I would miss her open slice by an column inch or two. She let go of her pussy brim and they closed and the atomic number 79 basketball game fastened to them turned into a prison gate, locking her cunt, and my Snake head kept banging on the gate, locked out and unable to get into. I awoke in a sweat with my load and swollen rod aching. I jerked off hoping it would free the insistency and help me get back to sleep.
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I showed up to the beauty parlour the adjacent Friday to a greater extent relaxed than the workweek before, but still a little dying with anticipation. Rachel gave a great massage of trend, and our conversation was freer and covered many matter. I asked her about her blue hairsbreadth and she said it was to help keep her two lives disunite. I asked about the tattoos and how she had come to gain so many. She told me she didn't really know, she had gotten one, then another, and another and pretty soon she was addicted. Same with the piercings : once she got started it was difficult to halt. ‘ Do you like them ?'she asked. I told her that after the initial blow I found it hard to look away.

I was hard as granite when I flipped over and Rachel didn't waste any time. She took off my shorts and stroked me and sucked me, and dragged her clapper stud up and down again and again, each passing like a climax in itself. I was sighing with pleasure, and I wanted to put my hand between her legs and finger her hot jackass, but I didn't. I chickened out, not wanting to surprise her or ruin anything. When I came it was a major load, and Rachel kept her sassing clamped around my gist 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 calendar week before.

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

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

"Sounds like a not bad 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 lobby when I arrived the adjacent Fri. 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 partition and disrobed.

"May as well leave your Boxer back there too,"Rachel said.

So I did. She watched me with a flirtatious smile as I walked naked the few groundwork to the massage table with half a hard-on. I lay face-down on the tabular array and Rachel started doing her matter. I was totally relax, the emphasis 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 snap of my ass. She spread my buttocks apart with her fingers and I felt it drip inside. She deep-rubbed my butt muscle for a instant. Then I hissed when I felt her finger dip into my asshole.

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

Her finger's breadth glided easily in and out of my ass a figure of sentence and my cocksucker was hard against the fragile matte of the table. I stayed that way over the ensuing minutes as she massaged my legs. When I rolled over my tool stood up at full mast.

Rachel pretended not to notice. She oiled my legs and massaged them from the bottom up. When she was working my high thighs her fingers came within a centimetre of my peter and balls, but she didn't advert them. I was gripping the edge of the table tightly with bare knuckles, hoping that she would snaffle it and start going to town, but she did not. She just moved on to my pep pill body.

We hadn't said anything for a while. I thought maybe there was something wrong that I was unaware of ; my brain was wandering and I was thinking that maybe I wasn't going to get the royal stag treatment this time. Then I squawked when her fist tightened around my satiate orchis. Rachel was standing even with my chest, her eye 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 dilate pecker. It quickly disappeared into her and then her lips were kissing the top of my balls. 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 sassing and throat and worked my ass and formal. When she did add up up she sucked on my bollock and licked my shaft, dragging her pseudo-orgasmic tongue rivet along my slight, taut pelt, and then sucked the read/write head of my gumshoe like a syphon. Then with what seemed like no effort she enveloped me with her mouth and once again the chief of my cock was in the back of her throat.

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

Within Rachel's energetic fingerbreadth my sack was about to explode and post its warhead skyward. I tried to muffle my moan with my pep pill arm, but it was gimcrack enough to bespeak to her that I was about to come. She whipped her mouth off of me, her teeth in brief pinching the tip. Instantly she squeezed the shaft of my tool in her handwriting and placed her thumb over the hole, locking in my cum. She started licking me, dragging that stud up along the peel of my stopcock, from base to tip. She did this over and over, simulating my orgasm, but not allowing my cum to escape. When she finally did, I was like a nursing bottle rocket blasting off, my spermatozoon launching out of me into the air, onto Rachel's bridge player, and her aspect, and my body.

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

I pulled her to me, put my arms around her and kissed her, my tongue diving deep for the spot where my dick had been. It was a long candy kiss and she used my hammer 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 barkeep at Harold's ; it didn't end too well."

"Really ? What was his public figure ?"

"Sheila,"she said.

"Oh,"I said."Uh, okeh, no job, 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 nook of the bar facing the door. I wanted to see her piddle her entrance.

The bartender had just put my beer on the bar when she walked in. She looked pretty hot, as expected. Her blond hair's-breadth was down on her berm. She wore skin-tight black jeans, pitch-black heart and a voiced pick sweater with the arm rolled up to her cubital joint, exposing her tattooed forearms. She spotted me and smiled and I felt a piddling tingle in my loins as I watched her walk over. She kissed my backtalk and took the throne to my left.

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

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

She looked and smelled fresh from a exhibitioner, emitting a lemony scent. She was braless : I could see the effect of her nipples and gold rings through the slender fabric of the sweater.

"Well, I hope you didn't have to fight off too many the great unwashed to save my buttocks,"she said."Because after the massage you had, you must be much too make relaxed to put up much of a fight."She smiled and squeezed my thigh.

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

She seemed a little senior high school. Her pupil were dilated and the babe blue air of her heart was shoved to the edges.

We talked for a lilliputian while and ordered another round. We talked about our chore and I was thrifty not to ask too many questions about her two-base hit life even though I was odd as hell.

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

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

"Me neither,"she said."You know, when you came in for your world-class 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 21st birthday."She sighed and took a gulp of her drink.

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

"What do you mean ?"

"You seem a little buzzed or something."

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

"Not much to recite,"I said."Typical generic wine townhouse : Two bed, two-and-a-half bathtub, 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 allow. I felt eyes upon us as we strode to the threshold ; they were all probably wondering what the sin this dude in his previous thirty is doing with the hottie in her early twenties.

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

I opened the passenger door for her and she got in. As soon as I was behind the wheel and my room access was shut she was on me. Her rectify mitt molded around my tool and her tongue jabbed into my sassing. I could taste red wine-coloured and felt the scantling scar my lingua, which instantly sent me back, and my gumshoe hardened as I imagined it tracing the long boundary of it.

"yield me domicile,"she said."appearance me your bedroom."

"Are you sure about this ?"I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yep. It's cool, too."she said, touching my impudence."I've seen so many faces of you already tonight. You're beautiful. I want to explore your organic structure and present you mine. I have a hit for you too."

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

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

I pulled into my garage a distich moment later. While Rachel used the bathroom I pulled a can of beer out of the electric refrigerator and popped the top. I took a farseeing 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 hitch of your chamber,"she said.

We walked upstairs and into my sleeping accommodation. Rachel opened her purse and put a duet diminished tubes on the end table. Then she came over to me.

"pin 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. 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 sweater over her headway as she unzipped my pants. Now topless, the seductive repugnance of her tarnished flesh drew my center like flies. It was love/hate. She pushed me back on the bed and I stared at her gold-looped pap as she pulled off my brake shoe and socks and gasp. She stepped back and I gazed at her slim, inked body as it tapered into the top of her cubby, black jeans. She kicked off her shoes and swiveled her hip as she opened her zip fastener click by detent. She hooked her thumbs into her pockets, shook her ass and pushed her jeans to the floor and stepped out of them. She tore off her skimpy pitch-black thong and threw it aside. Her beautiful body, blemished by ink, and her ripe Cy Young pussy, weighted by atomic number 79, was good in front of me. I reached out for her and she came into my arms and straddled my legs with hers. I felt her cunt hardware press against my sensitive cock.

"I wan na sit on your brass !"she barked, and pushed me back on the bed. Her body writhed up onto me and her fork was in my nerve and just that quick I was eating pussy. I could reek and sample the strong, saucy Funk of her young snatch along with the metallic seasoning of her jewelry as she grinded into me.

"wad me,"Rachel said."plug on my doughnut. That's it."

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

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

I started feeling a little queasy as I licked her salty oyster. I remembered from the old twenty-four hour period this was the acid starting to take grasp and it would pass. Rachel squirmed and hissed. I sucked hard on her clit like I was trying to swallow it raw.

"Oh, fuck !"she shouted, and pushed her shaved agglomerate harder into my font, her twat rings pinching my sass."pungency me. Eat me."

I kept munching and her clit felt heavy in my mouth. Rachel squealed every time I softly bit into it and I could find the swell pressure of it pushing back against my surrounding lip. She started bouncing up and down, increasing the tension of teeth and puss, and her twat 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 feet to nine. The queasiness was eroding away and each gustation of Rachel had become an ambrosial delectation. Every lick, every suck seemed to lowest, every taste savored over. And I was now painfully mindful of my cock—it felt fat and hard and heavily like a musical composition of swampy lumber.

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

"roll in the hay me !"she blurted, and rolled onto her back. She pulled my hand so I was atop her."Put that peter inside me."

I spread her legs and knelt between them. I looked at her organic structure with renewed bemusement, a flashy smorgasbord of shapes and intelligence and landscapes and animal and plant life liveliness. My hallucination were now coming in mercurial moving ridge of more and less intensity. I tried not to be distracted from the task at hand.

"Fuck me. And blab out dirty to me,"she said.

"Talk dirty ? Why ?"I asked.

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

My dick looked to me like it was two feet long and six column inch wide. There was no imaginable way it could fit into the slim snatch of Rachel. But just as the tip was about to concern her jewelry-clad twat, her pussy brim spread across-the-board and opened like the back talk of a piranha…the lip was gamey inside, too…and the caribe swallowed up all two feet of me.

I started swinging into her very gently, wondering how this thin, immature female child could take in a two foot cock without splitting apart, and I didn't want to hurt her.

"Come on, Uncle Hugh, you can do ripe than that,"Rachel said, and she started humping me hard and fast."nookie me !"

I obliged and her puss felt like a creamy delight wrapped around me. Every millimeter of my extremity soaked up the ecstatic warmth of her toothsome, feathery vagina and every squeezing of her cunt around it and every push it made into her seemed to shoemaker's last ten sec, although at our hectic pace in couldn't have been more than one.

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

I asked her why and fucked her harder.

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

"Yeah."

"Say it."

"Say what ?"

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

"OK, 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 make love you,"I barked.

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

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

"Yes ! I want to number on you."

"Well, hurry up you piffling whore."

The countersign felt unearthly coming out of my sass but it seemed to reverse her on even more. She dug her painted nails into my dorsum and smacked her cunt into me harder and nobble my cock with her privileged walls.

The precious coral snake on her mightily tit coiled as if it were going to come to and then started slithering across her chest.

"Oh, shit,"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 tail raised and curled and venomous.

"Oh no !"I exclaimed."The Scorpio the Scorpion is crawling down your arm."

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

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

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

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

"Keep fucking me !"Rachel yelled.

I did. We kept pounding each former, for minute of arc which felt like hour, and then at last-place, Rachel squealed like a stuck pig and climaxed, releasing a river of cum out of her bluing piranha and all over my emptied anaconda.
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"I'm not a Richard Hooker, you know,"Rachel said.

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

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

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

Rachel kissed my lips and it turned into another farseeing one. Her mouth opened all-embracing and while our faces fucked I slipped my finger's breadth into her piranha. It didn't bite. Again, it was probably only a mo or two, but it seemed to go on and on.

"Thanks for a 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. make it intense."

She pinched my fingers with her pussy and grabbed my dick with her hand. She pushed me onto my venter and got onto my back. She kissed my cervix and shoulder joint and all down my back. She kissed my ass and I gasped when she spread my nerve apart and licked my asshole.

Another moving ridge was hitting me so I closed my eyes and focused on her flossy glossa dancing around my rim. sentence slowed to a snail's pace, hardly moving, but her tongue did not. Each lick, each film, each grazing of her natural language 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, slack jabs, and it felt like a human foot yearn inside me.

After what seemed like a long meter she stopped."fire up your ass,"she said.

With my caput on the pillow I scooted my knees under me so my ass was up off the bed. She reached through my wooden leg and grabbed my wet dick and started jerking it and her lingua 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 apparent movement. My dick felt fat and wide of the mark in her fist as she wanked it and in my balls a cauldron of cum was heating up.

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

Eventually…and again, meter lapse was inscrutable…Rachel started her tongue-stud magic, tracing it along the bent-back dick of my penis. Each mogul slide of that stud up the English of my delicate dick was probably one or two mo, but each one felt like ten, and it felt so powerful I could hardly stomach it. After a shortsighted eternity Rachel took it into her mouth again and sucked with a vengeance, and soon I came, one slow-moving stream after another, like a thick tremble 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 domain was normal again. The wanderer and Hydra again were dormant on Rachel's inky-black peel, and although I was somewhat logy I was seeing straight. My shaft was straight as well, and Rachel noticed.

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

I rolled on top. Her pussy was quick and she put me right in. Without even so a good deal as a ‘ practiced Morning ’, we were fucking. The bed soma screeched as I pounded her. I called her a whore and a slut and a whoreson and soon I shot a few heavy roach of sperm into her. I must receive slowed down some as I released because she yelled at me.

"sustenance fucking me !"she ordered.

So I accelerated my hammering, called her a cunt and a tramp and a few other pick Good Book until she came at lastly in a loud, lengthy spasm.
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We took rain shower and then I drove her back to where she'd left her car. She asked me what I was doing the following Thursday night.

"Thursday ?"I asked.

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

"Oh, I see."

"Can I derive over Th Night ?"

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

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

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

I already knew we had to stop. Rachel was a messed-up Cy Young ma'am and I was not helping thing. 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 more time for the road wouldn't hurt.

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

I came three times in the following two hours ; Rachel came once. My initiative time was in her mouth. Then I went down on her and ate her and sucked her clitoris until I was serious and concentrated again. I mounted her and stuck my cock into her soggy pussy. I banged her like a tom tom over and over, grunting with each thrusting, like I was declaring war on her pussy. Looking at her disfigure physique I felt like some primitive person fucking a savage skirt in the jungle. I called her dirty names, came inside her, kept fucking her, and called her more dirty names, until finally she unloaded like a willow tree blowing in the wind.

After a abbreviated respite our digit started walking around. Rachel was fondling my nuts when I rammed a finger up her ass.

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

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

"Yeah. Fuck my ass,"she croaked.

She wiggled to the bedside and took one of the subway she'd left on the end board. She squeezed a generous amount of lubricator into her hand. She fingered her motherfucker and coated my cock. I spun her around face-down on the bed.

Hers was no virgin mother fucker. She opened it broad for me. I put my majestic helmet to her rim and pushed. Soon I was banging her hard from the bed up. After a couple minutes of relentless reaming and listening to Rachel moan and moan, I sent another tankful of cum deep into her ass.

I pulled out and watched my semen backflow out of her. There was a drawstring of cum hanging from the headway of my dick.

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

"Can I hail with you ?"she asked.

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

"I want you to pee on me."

"What ?"

"Piss on me."

I shook my head and went into the bathroom and closed the door. I peed into the toilet with half a boner.
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That was the last metre I saw her. I knew it couldn't continue, no matter how good the cock sucking were. There was no future to it anyway, we both knew that, so what was the stage ? It was all just suddenly too a lot to assimilate. The persuasion of fucking my niece was one thing ; but fucking a world-hardened whore who wants to be pissed on and goes out workweek after workweek sucking dozens of turncock is something else altogether. I had no idea how to deal with that.
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I'd seen a lot of wild matter while fucking on the acid. But I may have realized some affair too. The last time I'd been with Rachel, when I was pumping my dick into her over and over and waiting for her to come in, I was thinking about my sister. I hadn't been in touch with Cindy since I'd been back, although I'd been meaning to give her a call. So on Monday night, I called her.

When Cindy answered she was surprised to get wind me on the former end of the lineage. Since it had been such a longsighted time, our conversation was hesitant at outset. But within a few minutes we were talking like old friends, as if hardly any time had passed.

We talked about our marriages, our divorce, our jobs and the phratry. She told me about all the hassle Rachel had gotten into during her teen year, and how she started stripping right after high school. She said jemmy had gotten remarried and was now divorced for the instant prison term. We compared notes on our sexual love lives and established that there were no significant others. We talked for over two time of day and throughout the full yell 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 sleeping accommodation where she had lived alone for the preceding four years since Rachel had moved out after graduating from high-pitched school.

Cindy looked sensational. She was now in her early on forty but could throw passed for much younger. She was still melt off and shapely and if she was trying to front aphrodisiac she had accomplished her destination. Her blond hair was retentive and wavy and she wore gray linen paper trouser and a vain shameful shirt that showed off her hair and toned arms. As soon as I was through the door she hugged me and kissed my cheek. I told her how mythical she looked and how great it was to see her. After a legal brief tour of the condo she gathered up her bag and we were off.

We had dinner at a casual seafood house. Cindy had lobster and I had a combo platter. Our conversation again was free-flowing, and we peered into each former's eyes a few clock time. I wondered what she was thinking behind her baby downhearted peeper. As we were finishing up dinner I asked her if she'd like to hold on somewhere for a drink.

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

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

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

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

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

I took her hand and held it. Then I raised it to my lips and kissed it. That simple 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 mouthpiece 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 of honor, Cindy took my hand and led me to her bedroom. She undressed me and I undressed her, and when our clothes were heaped on the floor we fell into her bed naked, and we made hot, beautiful love.

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