My whole Monday was a disaster. I could not concentrate. Between thinking about the two beautiful women waiting at home for me, the Russian who had attacked them, and trying to fancy out how to steal a body out of the dead room, getting anything done was out of the question.

What ? slip a body ? Yes, I know. The reviewer's Digest version is that Rachel, my ex-wife, was dating a Russian mobster. He stole money from the mob. Rachel and he were supposed to runway together. He changed his mind, dumped her, and ran off leaving her to explain it to his gangster buddies.

I had just started seeing Kim, Rachel's Sister, the night before Rachel got the news about her boyfriend. Jesus, that was just 36 hour ago ! That following day, ( yesterday ) one of the Russians came to visit the babe while I was out. He was going to torture and vote out them in trying to recover the money. He ran away when I showed up. The peeress then convinced me to steal a body and burned it up to egest it off as Rachel, so she could melt. Then the gangster would impart her alone. As a enjoyable consequence to us being cooped up at my firm together, I have been fucking both of them, ceaselessly.

So, you can see. I'm a minuscule distracted. I spent the day making misapprehension, cleaning them up or apologizing for them to my boss, Dr Syygo. Dr. Syygo is the coroner and runs the dead room where I work. He asked if I was all right on. I told him I was having female child bother. He just shook his head with a knowing smile. I am sure he thought it was the normal relationship drama. But, after this inadequate public lecture with my boss, the flower of an idea started to bloom.

Dr Syygo is in his mid-fifties, but he takes fear of himself. He has average spirit and an aging athletic build. I am sure he would have the pick of the middle age grass widow about Town, if he were bingle. But, he is married to a Nice, plump, peeress of about fifty. I always thought they made a bit of an odd couple.

I had also always thought that Dr Syygo spent Thomas More than the normal manly norm, ogling Rachel. You have to understand. Rachel is a fucking smasher. picture show mavin human face with a Playboy centerfold body. The running joke from everyone, for our unhurt marriage, was ‘ What does she see in him ?"I always pretended not to hear the comments. My chum would tease me, but I saw less and less of them after the marriage.

When we were married, Rachel & I would look the annual Christmas party, the annual summer Picnic, and the various former companionship functions. Dr Syygo always seemed to be striking up a conversation with Rachel. His centre would invariably drift down to her copious cleavage. He rarely failed to admire her as she walked away from him. He was not terribly open, but I noticed ; Rachel noticed ; and I imagine his wife noticed.

What has me thinking today are my memories about when Dr Syygo heard that I was getting a divorce ; he seemed to be a slight pleased about it. He never said anything outright. But his awkward smile and some subtle gossip about her future plans without me, made it fairly percipient. I was thinking maybe that could be useful.

I had called Kim on each of my breaks ; checking to see it they were OK, or had seen any mistrustful citizenry about. She assured me they were okay ; bored, and Kim, at least, was horny. Oh, treat. One more thing to keep me distracted. I was hoping I could keep from burning down the morgue.

I did manage that, but not practically else. I was never so glad to see 5 o'clock in my life. Rush hour on I-225 sucked and I did not get place until six. I walked in the door and was greeted by a barely dressed Kim. She was wearing a bikini. Perhaps she had gotten a trivial sun. The top covered her bosom well, but could not obliterate either their voluminousness or the erect teat straining the cloth. I took her greedily into my arms and gave her a wet, invigorating kiss.

"I could get used to this when I come home"I said as I withdrew from her tender lips.

"You could, huh ? What would I get ?"she answered coyly.

I pulled her back in and added a little more love to my endeavour and released her.

"Wow."She said looking deep into my oculus. You kiss like that and Rachel kicked you to the curb bit ? My sister's an idiot."Kim said.

"Speaking of my ex-wife ; how did she hold up today ?"I asked

Rachel and Kim had been home all day and I figured it would be prosperous for the ladies to go themselves into a panic over the incident with the Russian yesterday. Yesterday, Rachel had also had, first reluctant, and then maybe not so loath sex, with her own sister. Based on how she had enjoyed it, I suspected that Rachel was gay and had finally let herself believe it. It would explain our sex life when we were married. All of that gave her a lot to mull over today.

"She's been kind of tranquility all day. She's in your guest elbow room, taking a nap. You want to go impediment on her ?"Kim asked with a hint of anxiety in her voice.

"O-kayyy"I said drawing the Son out feeling like there was something up.

We walked and Kim shhhhhed me, urging me to be tranquility and to walk lightly. We came up to the threshold jam and Kim looked around it, into the room. She emerged grinning conspiratorially, and urged me to take a peek, as she held a finger to her lips. I was wondering what the hell was going on.

I looked around slowly and felt my oculus go wide. Rachel was definitely not napping. Rachel was bare, her legs were loose facing me, and buried in her pussy was a large, veined dildo. Rachel was grinding her hips into the mattress, in obvious pleasure. She had one hand working the pseud stopcock in and out of her cunt, and the other rubbing her clit.

I felt myself pop to get hard. If Rachel had ever masturbated, this was the first evidence I had of it. Kim reached around me and bear upon my cock. I jumped and pulled back around.

"Kim ! This is untimely. We shouldn't be watching her like this"I whispered urgently

I may own said that, but I felt an urge to look again. My cock was urging me to as well. Kim pulled me to her and kissed me operose. Her hand reached down and cupped by dick. I took my cue from her and grabbed a fistful of her barely covered ass and kneaded it like clams. Rachel's low moan broke our embrace and I looked around into the room again.

Rachel was now holding her dildo unfluctuating and pumping her hip back and forth into it, fucking herself to the brink of heaven. Her spare bridge player had moved to her white meat and she was squeezing it, while rubbing her nipple with her thumb. The areola was pulled tight with her arousal, forming a tight little knot, which she roughly caressed. Rachel's heart were closed, and her mouthpiece overt in soundless cries of joy. If she was not orgasming, she would be very soon.

My cock was hard enough to separate firewood, and straining to get out of my drawers. This time when Kim reached around to palpate me ; I did not jump or draw in back. My eye were riveted to the hammer going in and out of my ex-wife's stretched pussy.

I felt Kim gain up and loosen my pants. She pulled them and my underwear down to my knees and my turncock jumped out. I reached down to begin jerking myself off, but Kim beat me to it. She had had her fingers underneath my cock and was applying pressure underneath and she slowly stoked my organ.

I let out a silent groan and closed my optic for a few mo, savoring how Kim's hand was manipulating my cock ; milking it and driving me nigher to my own climax.

"F.ffaster"I whispered

Kim moved her deal faster and I opened my oculus to see Rachel with one hired man on her dildo, pistoning it in and out of kitty as fast as she could. She was writhing on the bed, begging her body to release it's orgasm and flood her thinker with delight. Her other hand had the remote control and I saw her clicking it from one locating to another, trying to wheedle the car inside of her to vibrate her soul.

Kim abruptly stopped her bridge player manipulation and I felt her shift in straw man of me.

"What are you doing ? !"I hard whispered"She'll see us !"

Kim completely ignored me and took my throbbing cock into her oral fissure. I felt zany hump appear as she slipped me trench into her sass. I stifled a groan as best as I could and looked down at Kim.

I saw Kim's warm, wet mouth, taking me in and out. I could feel her tongue chute under my rooster, pushing me a little close-fitting to the edge. I could just manage to see that she had her own hand in her bikini bottoms, rubbing her slit, trying to get us both off.

My optic kept trading places ; first one sister, with her dildo being rammed into her cunt and then the former mouth-milking my dick and masturbating at the Lapplander time.

"Kim ! I'm close"I whispered.

I wasn't sure if she wanted me to cum in her mouth. I was trying to be a gentleman, but at this point the why of it escaped me. To my surprise, she stopped as my cock went cryptic inside her, shifted slightly and pushed my rooster all the way down into her throat. I could feel my tool breech a little gap and I felt myself start to lose it.

Kim then made swallowing motions with her tongue and throat. That pushed me over the edge and I started to cum. I had my helping hand on the back of her forefront and pulled her into me as I began to scoot my juice deep inside her. I held her firmly, shivering as I came, and stifling a cry all at the same prison term. One jet ; two ; and a third evacuate my musket ball into my near Kim's mouthpiece.

The orgasmic moving ridge took me, blinded me and removed all speech sound from the room. My only conscience thought process was not to yell. I do not hump if I succeeded. Kim's effort to pull back, brought me enough out of heaven to release her head, and I opened my eyes. I peered into the sleeping accommodation. Rachel had her ramification locked together around her vibrating rod, and her whole body was in orgasmic lock. She was paralyzed with pleasure and stifling her own cry of pleasance.

sanity rejoined me, as Kim slipped back behind the screen of the wall. She stood, as I turned and I kissed her quickly. We crept away quietly, me trying to perpetrate my gasp up and not trip ; Kim in front with her incredible ass over filling her tight bikini, and giving my dick a reason to rest inflated. It made repantsing myself difficult.

We made to the aliveness way and Kim burst into tranquillise giggles.

"That was fun !"she said excitedly.

"You knew Rachel was not napping, didn't you ?"I accused, but with obvious approval.

"It got me so hot. I was praying you would come home before she finished"Kim said a little breathlessly.

"Did you cum ?"I asked hoping she had. I wasn't sure I could go again so soon.

"Don't you worry about me."Kim said as she snuggled into me."You can work you magic later tonight."

I was definitely OK with that. We sat in silence for a bit or two. I was trying to reorder my mind and put myself back in the real humans. But, then it occurred to me that my veridical world had become the poppycock where Jackie Tom Collins runs into John Grisham. Off remainder with my chief spinning had become the average. I was about to analyze that thought to see what I would recover when Rachel walked into the room.

She had thrown on a twain of jean shorts and a tee shirt. She had no bra and I doubted any pantie either. That would be unusual for her ; as she always carried herself as a prim and proper gentlewoman of another era. That was a far distant cry from the womanhood groaning in pleasure as a machine was pumped into her pussy.

"Oh, I didn't hear you come rest home, Ron."Rachel said"I was taking a nap"

Kim stifled a jape by burying her face in my thorax. But, I could feel her milkshake with the drive. Luckily my sense of temper must suffer drained itself into Kim's stomach, and I didn't see any need to blockade Rachel.

"Did you have a goodness day ?"I asked.

I had no melodic theme how she would answer. She had a lot of affair to right in her own judgment. Her masturbating with a dildo, with the room access open, in my house, was not a planetary house that she was her old self.

"I kept thinking about you all day."She started, saw Kim's look of mix-up and then changed her note to one of explanation.

"No, Kim. Not like that. I kept wondering if he found a body."

And then she looked at me, hopefully

"Did you ?"Rachel asked.

"Rach, let's for a moment say I did, and we go all though this crazy scheme, and it works. What then ? You're officially dead and you don't exist. You have no money and no identity operator. How will you get along ?"

"I have a new identity. My new gens is Rachel Leah Jackson"she answered confidently.

"Who the blaze it Rachel Leah Jesse Louis Jackson ?"I asked a little surprised at the answer.

"Petrov had all form of shady connections and one of them created all of the necessary papers to startle a new living. I have a birth certificate and a mixer Security card and everything."

"will they pass mustard ?"I asked

"Petrov said they would. He seemed pretty sure."She said less confidently, but still sure.

I said nothing for a minute, letting this information plough itself over and over.

"We need to quiz the documents to see if they will actually function"I said"I'm not sure how we will do that, but I think we had dependable before we get too deep into this."

The missy were silent. They looked like they had not considered this possibility.

"Anyway. There is no Jane Doe dead body that will do us any good. Dr Syygo would compare age, general exercising weight, and race and be able to differentiate that the torso was not Rachel."

"How can they secern race or age if the body is burnt up ?"asked Kim

"First, the body is rarely fire enough to erase all evidence of race and age. Second, a salutary anthropologist can state by off-white social system. I don't understand it all, but trust me, Dr Syygo does. The dead body we use has to be whiteness, female, age 25-35, and around 110 pounds."I replied like I knew what I was talking about. I hoped I did.

"So we wait."Said Rachel crestfallen.

I had expected that reaction and had told myself I would not share my idea with the female child. It was too raw and not thought out. But the looking at on Rachel's angelical aspect melted my resolve. I closed my oculus as I said

"But, one of the identified bodies is perfect"I started and was interrupted by Kim

"But, you said it had to be a Jane Doe, or the law would investigate."

"They would. They will. Unless we can cypher out a way to urinate this body seem like it went through the necessary channels and procedures."I answered.

The miss were dumb as I spent the following five minute of arc going over my cerebration with them.

"We need a freezer to keep the body in"Kim chimed in as I finished.

"What about the folk's nitty-gritty freezer ?"suggested Rachel"It's almost empty and might be big enough."

"We are going to need a truck, too"I added"Plus assist to dilute it and unload it."

"What about Tasha ?"asked Kim"We are going to have to get her knotty Sooner or later, to deal with the alveolar records."

I had forgotten about that. Kim was right though.

"Kim, I don't know Tasha very well. Can we trust her with a closed book this big ? Rachel's life sentence and our exemption would depend on her silence."I said

"I've known her since 4th grade. She's my best friend. I think she would do anything for me, especially if she knew how crucial it is"Kim said confidently.

I didn't like bringing anyone else in on this. The more multitude that know ; the greater the luck individual finds out. But, I didn't see any other option.

"I guess you'll have to speak to her then."I said with my mind moving to another subject.

"When ?"Kim asked

"When what ?"I said a short irritated, as I was worried about things at the mortuary

"When should I sing to Tasha ?"

I thought about that a second.

"It can wait until after we get the body. If Tasha won't help, then we will have to cut off the head, too. It would be easier to do that, but if we can get the recognition to be done with alveolar roentgen ray only, it will make matter go a lot smoother and quicker. Messing around with the DNA reference sample distribution at the lab is tough."

Rachel looked uneasy at this, but said nothing. She did gong in with a question.

"When do I go to the morgue to for my office of the plan ?"

"I'm thinking on Wednesday. I will necessitate tomorrow to get the paperwork set up. Remember we get one scene at this. If it fails we can't even try again."I answered

"Tasha's dad has a truck."Kim said"I was thinking I should talk to her tonight or tomorrow morning and we get the freezer tomorrow after you get home."

"OK, it will turn over us an mind if we have decent strong point with all of us to lift the shit freezer anyway."

Then changing the field I went on.

"Did we have suspicious characters poking around today ? I'm very relate about the Russians figuring out where you are at."I said motioning to Rachel.

"We didn't see anyone."Kim answered, looking a Rachel for confirmation.

"No one"Rachel agreed.

"I'm really worried they will find us."I continued"If one of them was bequeath to torture and stamp out, a little thing like a change of address is only going to retard them down a little."

"Then I guess we better zip up and get this done"said Rachel

In my straits I agreed, but I was still so unsure about this. We were going to slip a body and transcend it off as Rachel. This is wild. But, I said nothing as both girls looked at me waiting for a response or answer.

"What do we want to do for dinner ?"I said instead


The ladies cooked up a unsubdivided and delicious spaghetti dinner party, which put me in a better humour. It was skillful not eating my own preparation or having to go get something. The ma'am even offered to do the grocery shopping tomorrow while I was at piece of work. Kim had changed into a tee and jean shorts. She looked sexy as hell anyway.

Work brought up an interesting conversation. I found out that Rachel was unemployed. Her last-place day had been on Friday. Her design with Petrov had been the impetus for this. At least she had no where she had to be while she was hiding from the Russians.

Kim had taken this wholly workweek off from work, to concur with her 21st birthday. She was planning to go drinking and clubbing each night with her acquaintance now that she was sound. She said she had a lot of built up dancing to let out. But she had called near of the friends today and begged off, saying she was not feeling well. With Karen, Sharon, and Tasha, she just said things had gone well with me and more or less left it at that.

We watched a little TV ( the CSI rerun was a bad idea ), after which my climate had soured again. I kept asking myself ‘ What am I doing ?'All of this was illegal, immoral, and did not even feel like the flop affair to do. We would get caught and I would end up in jail.

By 10 PM I was ready to just call it a Night, and fight with my ambition. Rachel, who had given up on TV after CSI, came back from the guest elbow room dressed in a small-scale unitard. I had seen Rachel in this before. She used to practice yoga. But, in the yesteryear she had worn tights with them. Today her stage and ass were bleak. I loved her leotard, as it was a thong type, with a French people cut. It would cook me horny as hell watching her go through her routine.

As soon as my middle returned to my sockets, I had the presence of brain to ask

"Rachel, what are you doing ?"

"I need to realise my mind and vomit up some anxiety. Out here is the only place with enough room."She answered defensively

"And where is the rest of your getup ?"asked Kim with what could get been green-eyed monster, but I wasn't sure.

"We left in a hurry, Kimmy. I'm surprised I even threw this in the bag"Rachel answered even more defensively."Don't watch if trouble you."

Rachel began her stretching well off to the side of the TV, but I had only to twist my headspring about 12 point to have a perfect view. Perfect view was the correct phrase. If I did not know skilful, I swear Rachel was trying to put on a show. I always enjoyed watching her exercise. She let me, but I always thought it was her way of manipulating me. If she wanted something this got me so aroused I would do almost anything to get into that body suit. More often than not, however, I ended up in the shower bath using my own hand.

I have no idea what the various positions are called. I called them either ‘ Yes, I could have a go at it her like that'or"No, I couldn't'Rachel started with sitting down with her leg together and pointing right towards me. That would be a NO position. Rachel's leotard had a mesh top, with strategically placed solid vertical stripes. They bisected each breast, but gave me a nice survey of her cleavage and shape of her breasts.

Rachel ignored us completely as she laid down on herself stretching her spine. When she came back, she spread her branch as full as she could and my eyes immediately went to her pussy. This is a YES position and I could finger my hammer agreeing with me. I don't think Rachel had on any panty, as I could clearly hold out the folds of her vulva through the lose weight cloth.

I glanced at Kim, and she seemed to be watching TV, ignoring Rachel and me. Rachel finished with this side and rolled over onto her stomach, pulling her legs together and laying flatcar. My eyes followed her peg from her treat feet, watching them broaden into her shapely calves, and then her toned second joint. Those started gradually swelling up to form her almost bare, shapely bottom, and then the curves became very much steeper as the babble became prominent.

Rachel arched her binding stretching her humble back and tightening her bare ass. She dropped back down lying flat and then spread her legs slightly and did it again. This is another YES spatial relation. My optic strained to make out details in the shadowy spot where her ramification parted, but I denied. My cock was also straining to get a look as well.

As if she could register our minds and was doing this for my delight ; her wooden leg parted wide, revealing her pussy once again. The fabric was stretched tighter and molded to her vulva like a moment peel. The weak jot of her little dorsum entrance also made it's presence known.

My putz was so backbreaking it hurt, and I shifted to try and get comfy. I looked at Kim again, who was still watching TV, but she had a subtly amused facial expression on her look that did not oppose the laundry soap commercial she appeared to be watching. My eyes darted back to Rachel, who was getting on all fours, with her ramification apart. This is what I called the OH GOD PLEASE LET ME screwing HER posture. Her tight pussy was right there. She rocked back and Forth River, doing this for God knows what reason, but the core was to stretch her leotard tighter across her kidnapping and then to relax. Tight and relax. Tight and relax. It was like she was fucking herself with it, and it was driving me mad. I shifted again, trying to get comfortable.

I felt Kim put her script on my prick and I almost jumped out of my skin. She giggled.

"Did my Sister be mean to you, again ?"Kim baby talked me"Want me to make it all better ?"

Did I. I turned to her and we kissed passionately for a few import. She groping my Lyndon Baines Johnson ; me mauling her braless chest over her t-shirt.

"Let's go upstairs"Kim suggested.

good roll in the hay idea, I thought, and we both got up. She took me by the mitt and we hustled upstairs to my room. We began undressing each other immediately ; with Kim's tee disappearance as soon as we cleared the door jam. She pushed me back, unfastened her jean boxers, and hip shrugged them down, watching my locution, with an evil grin.

"You're one up on me, Ron. I got you off when you got home. prison term for payback"she said

This was torture ; offset watching Rachel axial rotation around like a stripper and now Kim had just stripped and was teasing me. Was she doing this intentionally ? I could not tell, but I had to have her eubstance. I had to feel her dead body payoff to mine as I drove deep into one of her pleasure holes. I wanted to feel her bosom in my hands ; squeezing them ; feeling her nipples harden as I aroused her. But, debts must be paid.

Kim lay back on my bed and pulled her legs up and rested her fiddling metrical unit on the boundary. She spread her tan pegleg, inviting me to receive the dessert we had not had after dinner party. I finished stripping and stepped between her legs. I leaned in and my mitt followed Kim's aphrodisiacal curves up until I found her breasts. I squeezed them gently, and rubbed her short nubs with my thumbs. I released Kim's firm bosom so I could get on top of Kim and savour her tender, eager lips.

She opened her mouth to let my tongue saltation with her's. Kim moaned into my mouth and kissed harder. Her obvious arousal was driving me mad and I ached to be inside her. Kim gently pushed my shoulder down, broke our embrace and looked lustily into my eyes

"Please, Ron."She half begged.

I kissed her gently on sassing, and then her chin. I used a pair of soft osculation to bring in my way to her ear. I gently nibbled on that lobe, and then sucked on it for a second. Two more kisses and I was kissing Kim's neck. This was torture taking my time. I consoled myself knowing I was making her ache with desire herself.

"Ooooooo"Kim cooed as I gently sucked just above the nucha. I kissed my way down to her breasts, which rose and fell quickly. I circled her areola with my tongue and it hardened with the instant misstep around. I gently kissed the top of her little gumdrop and then took it into my mouth.

My hired man was squeezing her other breast more aggressively than I wanted. My own arousal needed an release and my hand was using Kim's breast to that end.

"Please, Ron"Kim begged again.

She wanted her own reliever. I kissed between her titty and then slowly kissed and licked my way down to her waiting pussy. I kneeled between her spread ramification, breathe in and took in her musk. I knew she would be wet and right with juice.

My first lick started at the al-Qaeda of her possible action, and circled between her inner and outer lips, passing over her clit and down the other side.

"Ohhhh. Go lower, Ron. MUCH low-pitched"

I knew what she wanted. I had rimmed her just a bit the other day when she was eating Rachel. She seemed to have liked it. I made another slow circle and when I reached the hindquarters, I dragged the back of my natural language across Kim's starfish.

"Mmmmmmmm"she moaned

Kim reached behind her knees and pulled her legs back towards her, directly offering me her most private sphere. I took it willingly, using my planate natural language to broadly work out across the entire piddling hole, and pointing my spit at the tip as it went through the center. I felt her little trap yield just a bit.

"Ohhhhhhhh."Kim moaned out in pleasure.

As my tongue left the textured expanse of her little butt opening move and found the tender region below her snatch, I made my way back around the petty opening in a slow forget me drug ; once, twice, three times ; and then I moved my tongue to it's center and pushed.

"Mmmmmmmmm. Do that more."she moaned out.

"Turn over and pose that ass in the air"I told her.

I wanted some handles and a better angle. Plus, I loved this view ; with Kim completely vulnerable ; offering her unprotected consistence to me. I could have pleasure or annoyance. She trusted it would be joy. She yearned for it as very much as I did.

I squeezed her firm cheeks and spread them apart. I began again with a widely salt lick that covered her pussy and went right up Kim's delicate crevice. She moaned again and I licked back down one side of her rip, circled around her forbidden opening night and licked up the other side.

"Please"Kim moaned out.

I began my downward lick again and Kim took in a breather as her anticipation built. My tongue arrived at her small starfish, and I circled it once, twice, thrice and then a Forth time.

Kim pushed her ass into my boldness ; begging for me to penetrate her back threshold. I made my tongue as intemperately as I could and tried to pierce her trivial hatchway. She relaxed ; my tongue went in a very short way. I moved it up and down, trying to joggle it a little deeper inside her. Kim squirmed and pushed into me.

I brought me left hand down, found her wet cunt, and traced my thumb down to Kim's clit. I could experience the little rigour of it and I began to rub it in lilliputian rope, as my clapper continued it's anal retentive dance.

"Oh God ! That feels good ! Jesus ! Keep going !"Kim exclaimed.

I withdrew my glossa from Kim's ass and began to circle the footling hole with my lingua. I moved my quarter round off her clit and stuck it inside her pussy. At the same time I stabbed at her backdoor with my tongue, again gaining entrance. I wiggled my knife up and down as I began thrusting my thumb in Kim's wet lovemaking tunnel. The webbing between my ovolo and index would crash into Kim's clit each clock time I bottomed out.

"God ! Faster, Ron !"Kim squealed as she started rocking back to fill my thrusts.

I was doing all I could to worm my knife deeper into her ass, but Kim's own thrusts were making it harder. I gave up, stuck my other thumb in my oral cavity to get it wet, and started working it to Kim's ass.

"Ahhhhhhh"she gasped out, but only bucked harder.

Then all at once she slammed back on my hand and felt her puss and ass tight around my quarter round, as her coming locked every brawn in her body.

"Oh ! Oh ! Oh !"she let out in quick gasps.

I fought her kegel muscular tissue and keep open thrusting into her pussy. My other quarter round was content to just agitate up and down in a vibrato. Kim kept gasping out little noises and then relaxed. I pulled both thumb out and twist my hands and weapon system. God, they were tired.

My cock on the other helping hand was at care and begging me to make love Kim, and to do it now. I got off of my human knee, used my own spit to wet myself, and then pushed my cock into Kim's soaked pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh"we both groaned out together.

Kim felt so good. Her tunnel was smashed, wet, ardent, and it seemed to hug my organ and ask for it in advance. I will never get tired of the tactual sensation that always sends a shiver down my spine and a calls out with a flyspeck shutter, as the pleasance finds it's own outlet.

My handwriting had appeared on Kim's hips and I used them to regulate my thrusts into her body ; each ending with our articulatio coxae bumping together. I closed my eye and enjoyed the feeling of her pussy stroking my cock, pulling pleasure from it and shooting it back into me in a style know only to God. If this was not heaven, it would do.

As much as I was enjoying this, I needed unadulterated conquest.

"Kim, I need your ass. I have to throw it."I meant it as a interrogative sentence, but I felt sure that it was mine for the taking.

"make it !"fuck me until I can't walk"she said in moil tones.

I saw her reach under my pillow and as if by magic she produced the familiar anal syringe, preloaded. She reached behind herself to hand it to me, which I took with out missing a fortuity into her resplendent love hole. I squirted just a touch on her little starfish and used it to lube the lightbulb of the injector. A little more in my palm got the instrument ready for us.

I gave an extra up thrust to my hip joint burying my cock into it's temporary repository, as I worked the lube underground into Kim's waiting ass. She tensed, and then relaxed as I slowly fucked her fag with the little toy. Then I pushed it all the way in, and filled her bowel with the cool liquid.

I pulled my tool out of Kim's kitty, and lined it up on her rosebud, and pushed.

"Ow ! Ow ! Go obtuse !"Kim cried and tensed as she did.

"Relax, my little angel. I'll go retard"I said in soothing tones.

But the whole tone in my vocalisation belied the lust that was banging in my headway, begging me to slam my tool deep into her pertinacious ass, and ignore all consequences. I fought that impulse and pushed slowly. Kim's tight gob yielded and I broke through in a quick, short, jolt.

I shivered again as I said

"Fuck ! I'm in. God, that is loaded"

Kim said nothing. She was just breathing hard, both enduring the pain and trying to relax.

I gave her to the counting of five to get used to the intrusion and then I could brush aside the beast no longer. I pushed again, feeling her body grudgingly part and accept my rod into her virtually private area.

"Ohhhhhhh"Kim groaned.

It sounded like it still wound, and I could see a pained look on her cheek. She had her eyes closed, with her face resting sideways on the mattress.

I kept my steady energy, stretching her tight opening wide, making it leave me passage ; making it cave in me pleasure. The mentation of Kim allowing me to do this to her, regardless of the toll to her body made me feel powerful ; supreme. For the consequence I owned her. I owned the cosmos.

Then my shaft found the bottom of her ass, and I was stopped. My balls were resting on Kim's cunt, and I was amazed at how a good deal I had stretcher her small curtain raising to accommodate my cinch.

"min ! Minute !"she breathed out quickly.

A minute was a century too long and I began to pull back. In my mind I felt her ass resist me. I felt like a spring was attached. Each micro column inch that I moved back pulled the spring tighter. There would amount a point where I could not pull in back any farther and then I would be sprung deep and difficult back into her bowel. I reached that point as my cockhead began to appear.

I fought the outflow with all my will, certain I would rip Kim in two if I gave in. My external respiration labored as I fought. But, with each fraction of an inch that the spring pulled me in, my impedance was reduced. The delight of her ass squeezing my cock was killing my will to stand and leaving me prone to my al-Qaida desire.

When I was buried deep in my holy man's ass for the minute meter ; Kim moaned. This time there was a note of pleasance, which cut my resolve loose and the animal sprang from his cage. I pulled back, this time taking pleasance in stretching the give. When I had again stretched it to breaking, I let go, allowing it to sling me deep into her gut with a suicidal plunge.

"Oh, God, Ron !"Kim said as my pelvic arch slammed into hers.

The spring exploded into a million sliver and I was free. Only the beast of my own lecherousness was left and I was ordered to pound sign her ass viciously I obeyed and drove my cock hard into Kim's ass. I no longer cared about her pleasure or her nuisance. I had to fee the beast to keep him from devouring me.

smack ! smacking ! Slap ! smacking ! Went the speedy randomness of material body merging flesh. Kim was once again marking my strokes with her cries of pain/pleasure.

"Oh ! Oh ! Oh !"

Kim broke her rhythm.

"Please, Ron ! Please precipitation !"

It did not appear possible but I began to pound her ass faster. My coming was building. It was a dam of pleasure building over top of me. When it burst I would be washed away and drown in it. I felt a wisecrack appear. The force behind it was too great for the crevice and it let go all at once.

"Fuuuuuuucccccck !"

I screamed as I drove my tool one concluding time as deep and difficult as I could. I almost pulled Kim off of the bed as my hands used her hips as clasp bar to leverage another fraction of an column inch deeper into her glorious ass.

I began to unload a gallon of come ; spraying it like a firehouse to eradicate the fire that had built in my psyche. The steam of it rose and combust away all other tone. My hearing left me. I was blind, except for the thousand points of bursting brightness. The wave washed over me and extinguished the fire. I felt myself ice-cream float to the surface.

I could hear. I could see. I could feel my hired man cramping with the exertion of holding Kim's rosehip. I released them, and she immediately fell flat onto the bed. My rooster popped out and I fell beside her.

"That must have been some coming"Kim said as she rolled over to look at me

I was breathing hard, but managed to gasp out.

"Oh, yeah. Thank you."And I leaned in, to pass on her a kiss. She accepted it

"Are you OK ?"I asked as my intellect returned and filled me with a sense of guilt

"My butt is sore. What came over you ?"

"Kim, you get me that hot. How sore ?"

She giggled"It's not too bad. I'll be fine. I managed a piffling orgasm myself, but I don't think you noticed"

"Sorry"I said guiltily. I had not noticed.

"I love you."I said with meaning and as an excuse

"I love you, too."She said with a kiss"But, my petty ass has it's incertitude about you."

"Maybe I'll have to buss it and wee-wee it all better."I responded.

"My little stern thinks that is a good approximation"and then she added

"But later. For now let's fill a shower"

We did that together. There was often petting and mutual soaping. Kim's breasts and cunt got very clean, as did my cock. Kim's starfish was too sore for often attention, but it got a little soaping as well. When we were done, we tumbled back into bed, bare. I spooned Kim, with my peter between her legs, and my rightfield hand cupping her white meat. We fell asleep that way, and I was treated to dreamless sleep.


My alarm woke me at the rule weekday sentence and I got up. I took another shower to trail away the sleep, thinking

‘ nooky the environmentalists. Al Gore uses more water in his fucking potable'

I kissed Kim, who once again pulled me sleepily into her arms for a firm hug and a meaningful kiss. It put a bounce in my footmark as I drove to the morgue.

I was less cark today and made no major wrongdoing. I wasn't completely focused on my job, but I was better, and Tues are not nearly the zoo that Mondays are. Monday follows the weekend, and the weekend always produces morgue business from traffic accidents and social relate natural process gone astray.

I called Kim on my break of day break.

"Hey, devotee"she answered

We made some small talk and then she said

"I called Tasha and she will fetch the truck down around 6. Then I guess we all go over to the house and get the deep freezer"she said

"Sounds right. We can beak up the cars and more of your other belonging, too"I said back.

Being at workplace, I was not about to talk about any of the plans that we had made for our future dead room adventure, but I was still concerned for their safety. I had to ask.

"See anyone or anything out of the ordinary ?"

"Nope. drilling as hell over here. Day time TV sucks and Rachel is no fun as lesion up as she is. Kim answered, giggled, and then said"I think she needs to get position"

Thinking of how she might be gay, but also mentation of how pay for she looked doing her yoga last night, I was being pulled in two very different directions.

"I'm not sure I'm the, uh, redress individual, for the job."I finally said.

Kim laughed."Maybe you aren't, but I did promise you that you could have her ass again. I am a girl of my word"

That was going to help oneself me focalise the balance of the day. We chatted for just a few Sir Thomas More seconds and I promised to ring her at lunch. Then I hung up.

What the nookie am I doing ? I asked myself for the thousandth sentence. But, I did not dwell on that farsighted. My time out was over and I needed to get back to work. I had a lot of clerical stuff to do ; including getting two release ordering typed up for Dr Syygo's key signature tomorrow good afternoon. Tomorrow I would be committing a felony and there was no turning back then.

To be continued……… .