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Blue was my niece.

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I hadn’t seen Rachel for years. From what I’d been told, several years back she’d left home right 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 phone number from Mel and called him. I asked him about the girls from the bachelor party.

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

“You said they used to be?” I asked.

“Yeah, but they quit. Now they’re massage therapists and they do their little act on the side. Pretty good act, huh?”

“Yep, sure was.”

“What’s up, you gonna hire them?”

“No, but I know someone who might.”

“Well, they both work at that salon in that strip center on 8th across from the mall.”

I knew the place. I thanked him and we ended the call. I looked up the number and called it. I didn’t know which name Rachel would be using so I tried to play dumb as if someone had referred me but I’d forgotten the girl’s name. The receptionist went through their roster and when she got to the name Rachel I said, ‘That’s it.’

I gave her a name and booked a one-hour session for Friday afternoon.

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I walked into the salon Friday at four p.m. Even though I had no idea what I was doing or what I was going to say, something was drawing me, and I figured it would be a relaxing way to end the workweek if nothing else. I checked in with the receptionist and she had me fill 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 door when Rachel entered. Her hair wasn’t blue, it was her natural blond, in braids. She wore scrubs and no makeup, her blue eyes sparkling. I couldn’t help but look through her clothes and imagine her inked skin and pierced nipples 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 first. She washed and dried her hands at the sink and then fiddled with some bottles of oil. She came to the table and poured the warm liquid onto my back.

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

“Oh, I’m okay. Nice to be home again. How about you?” I replied.

“I’m fine. Long time no see, huh? At least until that bachelor party, right?” I agreed with her.

She smeared the oil evenly over my neck and back and then dug her 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 flip you over and work our way back up. Let me know if there are any areas you don’t want me to massage.”

“Okay,” I said. I started to relax as her skilled fingers kneaded my head and neck. “How did you come to be a massage therapist?”

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

“A couple of days later,” I said. “You looked familiar but with the blue hair and the eye makeup 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 young woman.” Her hands dug into my shoulders and upper back with extra 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 glad you liked it.”

“Oh, everybody loved it, that’s for sure,” I said. “That dildo thing you two did was amazing.”

She was moving from my lower back and pouring oil all over my thighs. She again smeared 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 show?”

“It depends,” she said. “Most weekends we do one or two, sometimes three. Freddy, the bartender at the Hoochie Coochie Club books us. We used to work there as dancers but we got sick of the hours and the way we were treated and having to work the crowd of drunks afterward. Private parties are much easier and safer. We work for a couple of hours and make a lot of money.”

I was savoring the pressure of her strong fingers rubbing my buttocks and the back of my thighs. 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, flip over,” Rachel said.

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

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

“What?” I said. “For a massage.”

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

“Oh no, nothing like that. I could tell at the bachelor party, you’re all grown up; your life is your own. At first I was attracted to the black girl, 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. “Sounds pretty sick, doesn’t it? I guess when I’m sucking a bunch of strange cocks there is some safety and reassurance in sucking someone I know.”

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

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

“I didn’t know this was that kind of 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 butt and she grabbed the elastic waist of my boxers and pulled them off. She poured oil into her hands and gently pumped my erect tool over and over as I moaned softly. She did this for a minute or so, driving me giddily to the edge.

“You have a nice cock,” she whispered and took it into her mouth.

She maneuvered her mouth up and down over my shaft and every single 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 moment: her tongue. She had some kind of magical stud protruding from the top of her tongue and every single time it dragged along the length 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 head of my dick. When my ejaculation was finally over Rachel let my cum drip slowly from her mouth over my stomach and chest and she rubbed it in and finished my massage. Then she kissed my lips and slipped her slick tongue into my mouth and I tasted semen and mint. She washed her hands at the sink.

“Damn, Rachel, that was beautiful,” I said. “Thank you. That was the best I’ve ever had!”

“You’re welcome,” she said. “Bye.”

‘How often can I come here without raising suspicions?’ I thought to myself as I was getting dressed. I felt great. That young lady is not only one hell of a masseuse, but she gives one hell of a BJ too. On the way out I set an appointment for the next Friday.

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Over the following days I constantly thought of Rachel. I was anxious for Friday to come, not just for the massage and the chance of another blowjob, but to see Rachel. I thought about the defaced body underneath those 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 Christ’s sake, but since I used to fuck my sister all those years ago, it didn’t seem so scandalous to me. All I could think about was Rachel and the stud in her tongue and how I felt like I was coming every time she licked along the skin of my cock.

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I had a dream about Rachel. I don’t remember my dreams very often, and when I do they are usually colorless, like an old black and white movie. But my dream about Rachel was full of color; blue, of course.

We were naked in bed. Her hair was blue, her eyes were blue, her body was covered with blue tattoos, and her numerous loops and chains dangling from her various body parts sparkled in contrast. We were kissing and my hands were active all over her colored flesh, and my dick was long and hard.

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, liquid blue. But when I tried to enter her my cock turned into a snake and started squiggling around and darting back and forth, and as hard as I tried to put its head into her blue lagoon, it evaded me, and I would miss her open gash by an inch or two. She let go of her pussy lips and they closed and the gold hoops fastened to them turned into a prison gate, locking her cunt, and my snakehead kept banging on the gate, locked out and unable to enter.

I awoke in a sweat with my stretched and swollen 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 salon the next Friday more relaxed than the week before, but still a little 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 separate. I asked about the tattoos and how she had come to acquire so many. She told me she didn’t really know, she had gotten one, then another, and another and pretty soon she was addicted. Same with the piercings: once she got started it was difficult to stop.

‘Do you like them?’ she asked. I told her that after the initial shock 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 tongue stud up and down again and again, each pass like a climax in itself. I was sighing with pleasure, and I wanted to put my hand between her legs and feel her hot twat, 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 mouth clamped around my meat until my body stopped vibrating. She swallowed what must have been a hefty mouthful of cum, and then she kissed me and I held her as our tongues did a slippery dance, a much longer kiss than the week before.

As Rachel was finishing up she asked me if I’d be coming in the next 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 drink, or something, afterward.”

“Sounds like a great 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 next Friday. She greeted me and led me to the massage room. As soon as the door closed behind us she planted a kiss on my lips and told me to undress. I went behind the partition and disrobed.

“May as well leave your boxers back there too,” Rachel said.

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

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

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

Her finger glided easily in and out of my ass a number of times and my prick was hard against the thin matt of the table. I stayed that way over the ensuing minutes as she massaged my legs. When I rolled over my cock stood 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 centimeter of my cock and balls, but she didn’t touch them. I was gripping the edge of the table 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 while. I thought maybe there was something wrong that I was unaware of; my mind was wandering and I was thinking that maybe I wasn’t going to get the royal treatment this time. Then I squawked when her fist tightened around my engorged balls. Rachel was standing even with my chest, her eyes were blue fire.

“Now I’m going to deep-throat this bad boy,” she rasped.

She bent over and I watched her mouth descend and surround my distended dick. It quickly disappeared into her mouth 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 times but she didn’t come up for air right away, she kept me in her mouth and throat and worked my ass and balls. When she did come up she sucked on my balls and licked my shaft, dragging her pseudo-orgasmic tongue stud along my thin, taut skin, and then sucked the head of my dick like a siphon. Then with what seemed like no effort, she enveloped me with her mouth and once again the head of my cock was in the back of her throat.

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

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

Rachel licked some of my cum off her fingers and wiped her face 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 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, okay, no problem, Bella’s it is, see you in an hour.”

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I got to Bella’s before Rachel did. I took a stool at the far corner of the bar facing the door. I wanted to see her make her entrance.

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

“Sorry I’m a little late,” she said, and ordered a glass of Merlot.

“No problem, I saved your seat,” 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 thin fabric of the sweater.

“Well, I hope you didn’t have to fight off too many people to save my seat,” she said. “Because after the massage you had, you must be much too relaxed to put up much of a fight.” She smiled and squeezed my thigh.

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

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

We talked for a little while and ordered another round. We talked about our jobs and I was careful not to ask too many questions about her double life even though I was curious as hell.

“Have you talked to my mom?” Rachel asked.

“No, not for quite a while,” I said.

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

“Really, why?”

“I don’t know. It seemed like something she might do. We haven’t been close for a while. Although she did call me on my twenty-first birthday.” She sighed and took a 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 tell,” I said. “Typical generic townhouse: Two bed, two-and-a-half bath, kitchen, washer, dryer, one-car garage.”

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

“Anytime…there’s not 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 hell this dude in his late thirties is doing with the young hottie.

“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 door was shut she was on me. Her right hand molded around my cock and her tongue jabbed into my mouth. I could taste red wine and felt the stud scrape my tongue, 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 course, I’m sure,” she said, sounding surprised. “I’ve blown you three times 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 and please drop the ‘Uncle’. I just wouldn’t want to take advantage.”

“I want to take advantage of this!” she said, squeezing my dick again.

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

“Did you ever fuck on acid?” she asked.

“What?” I said, not believing what I’d heard.

“I said, did you ever fuck on acid? It’s wild.”

“Is that what you’re on tonight, LSD?” I asked incredulously.

“Yep. It’s cool, too,” she said, touching my 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, come on, it’s cool. Let’s have some fun. All in the safety of your new house.”

I pulled into my garage a couple minutes later. While Rachel used the bathroom I pulled a can of beer out of the fridge and popped the top. I took a long pull 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 tour of your bedroom,” she said.

We walked upstairs and into my bedroom. Rachel opened her purse and put a couple of small 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. Believe me, you won’t regret it.”

I stuck my tongue out and Rachel put a small piece of blotter paper on it. It melted away by the time she had unbuttoned my shirt. I pulled her sweater over her head as she unzipped my pants. Now topless, the seductive repulsion of her tarnished flesh drew my eyes like flies. It was love/hate.

She pushed me back on the bed and I stared at her gold-looped nipples as she pulled off my shoes and socks and pants. She stepped back and I gazed at her slim, inked body as it tapered into the top of her snug, black jeans. She kicked off her shoes and swiveled her hips as she opened her zipper click by click. 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 black thong and threw it aside.

Her beautiful body, blemished by ink, and her ripe young pussy, weighted by gold, was right in front of me. I reached out for her and she came into my arms and straddled my legs with hers. I felt her pussy hardware press against my sensitive cock.

“I wanna sit on your face!” she barked, and pushed me back on the bed. Her body writhed up onto me and her crotch was in my face and just that quick I was eating pussy. I could smell and taste the strong, fresh funk of her young snatch along with the metallic seasoning of her jewelry as she pushed onto my face.

“Chew me,” Rachel said. “Chew on my rings. That’s it.”

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

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

I started feeling a little queasy as I licked her salty oyster. I remembered from the old days this was the acid starting to take hold 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 mound harder into my face, her cunt rings pinching my lips. “Bite me. Eat me.”

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

My body now felt very long and skinny, like my 175 pounds had been stretched from six feet to nine. The queasiness was eroding away and each taste of Rachel had become an ambrosial delight. Every lick, every suck seemed to last, every taste savored over. And I was now painfully aware of my cock; it felt fat and hard and heavy like a piece of waterlogged lumber.

After what seemed like an hour 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 legs and knelt between them. I looked at her body with renewed bewilderment, a garish smorgasbord of shapes and words and landscapes and animal and plant life. My hallucinations were now coming in mercurial waves of more and less intensity. I tried not to be distracted from the task at hand.

“Fuck me. And talk 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 inches wide. There was no conceivable way it could fit into the slim slit of Rachel. But just as the tip was about to touch her jewelry-clad twat, her pussy lips spread wide and opened like the mouth of a piranha--the mouth was blue inside, too and the piranha swallowed up all two feet of me.

I started swinging into her very gently, wondering how this thin, young girl 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 better than that,” Rachel said, and she started humping me hard and fast. “Fuck me!”

I obliged and her cunt felt like a creamy delight wrapped around me. Every millimeter of my member soaked up the ecstatic warmth of her luscious, feathery vagina and every squeeze of her cunt around it and every thrust it made into her seemed to last ten seconds, although at our feverish pace in couldn’t have been more than one.

“Talk dirty to me. Call me a cunt,” she said.

I asked her why and fucked her harder.

“Because I’m an uncle-fucking 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 cock, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do. And I’m paying you back by fucking your piranha cunt. And I’m going to keep fucking it until you come all over.”

“Yes! I want to come on you.”

“Well, hurry up you little whore.”

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

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

“Oh, shit,” I said. “There’s a coral snake on your tits.”

“I know that.”

“But it’s moving!” I said, my voice cracking.

“Harder!” Rachel said.

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

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

“No, it’s not,” she scoffed. “Close your eyes and keep fucking me. I want to come!”

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 boil over.

“I’m gonna come!” I shouted out, and my semen began its rise.

“Yes!” she said and started rocking even harder.

It felt like I was coming for ten minutes. Each surge rose up through me in extra-slow motion and replayed itself over and over and the room was an echo of my groans and the succulent slapping of groins.

“Keep fucking me!” Rachel yelled.

I did. We kept pounding each other, for minutes which felt like hours, and then at last, Rachel squealed like a stuck pig and climaxed, releasing a river of cum out of her blue piranha and all over my emptied anaconda.

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“I’m not a hooker, you know,” Rachel said.

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

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

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

Rachel kissed my lips and it turned into another long one. Her mouth opened 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 fuck,” she said. “And what an orgasm! I could get used to that.”

“What’s with all the dirty talk?” I asked.

“It just helps me come, that’s all. Makes it intense.”

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

Another wave was hitting me so I closed my eyes and focused on her fluffy tongue dancing around my rim. Time slowed to a snail’s pace, hardly moving, but her tongue did not. Each lick, each flick, each graze of her tongue was extended and resonated even as the next one began. Then her tongue delved in, filling my ass with its slushy softness and it fucked me with smooth, slow jabs, and it felt like a foot long inside me.

After what seemed like a long time she stopped. “Raise up your ass,” she said.

With my head on the pillow I scooted my knees under me so my ass was up off the bed. She reached through my legs and grabbed my stiff dick and started jerking it and her tongue went back into business on the rim of my ass.

Her hand worked my cock as her tongue worked my ass and I groaned into the pillow with each of her acid-enriched movements. My dick felt fat and wide 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 cock down and back through my legs and wrapped her mouth around it. I wrenched my body in that direction to minimize the hyper-extended strain on my cock. Her fingers were on my balls and in my ass and she sucked me with a loud, slurpy strength.

Eventually, and again, time-lapse was inscrutable, Rachel started her tongue-stud magic, tracing it along the bent-back shaft of my penis. Each power slide of that stud up the side of my delicate dick was probably one or two seconds, but each one felt like ten, and it felt so potent I could hardly stand it. After a short 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 shake being sucked up through a narrow straw.

When I was emptied Rachel gave me back my dick and took her finger out of my ass and we slept.

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When we woke in the morning the world was normal again. The spiders and snakes again were dormant on Rachel’s inky skin, and although I was somewhat groggy I was seeing straight. My dick was straight as well, and Rachel noticed.

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