My entirely Monday was a disaster. I could not concentrate. Between thinking about the two beautiful women waiting at house for me, the Russian who had attacked them, and trying to visualise out how to slip a body out of the mortuary, getting anything done was out of the question.

What ? slip a consistency ? Yes, I know. The Reader's Digest version is that Rachel, my ex, 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 explicate 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 Christ, that was just 36 hour ago ! That next day, ( yesterday ) one of the Russians came to see the sisters while I was out. He was going to rack and kill them in trying to recover the money. He ran away when I showed up. The gentlewoman then convinced me to steal a consistence and burned it up to pass it off as Rachel, so she could disappear. Then the mobsters would provide her alone. As a pleasurable consequence to us being cooped up at my house together, I have been fucking both of them, ceaselessly.

So, you can see. I'm a little distracted. I spent the day making mistakes, cleaning them up or apologizing for them to my honcho, Dr Syygo. Dr. Syygo is the coroner and runs the morgue where I work. He asked if I was all flop. I told him I was having miss problem. He just shook his head word with a knowing smiling. I am sure he thought it was the convention relationship dramatic play. But, after this short talking with my boss, the flower of an thought started to bloom.

Dr Syygo is in his mid-fifties, but he takes precaution of himself. He has average aspect and an aging athletic build. I am sure he would have the plectron of the midriff age divorcee about town, if he were unity. But, he is married to a decent, plump, gentlewoman of about fifty. I always thought they made a bit of an odd duet.

I had also always thought that Dr Syygo spent more than than the normal male average, ogling Rachel. You have to understand. Rachel is a fucking knockout. Movie star face with a Corinthian centerfold organic structure. The running joke from everyone, for our whole marriage, was ‘ What does she see in him ?"I always pretended not to hear the comments. My sidekick would razz me, but I saw less and to a lesser extent of them after the marriage.

When we were married, Rachel & I would hang the annual Christmas party, the annual summertime piece of cake, and the various former troupe functions. Dr Syygo always seemed to be striking up a conversation with Rachel. His center would invariably drift down to her ample cleavage. He rarely failed to admire her as she walked away from him. He was not terribly overt, but I noticed ; Rachel noticed ; and I imagine his wife noticed.

What has me thinking today are my store about when Dr Syygo heard that I was getting a divorce ; he seemed to be a petty pleased about it. He never said anything outright. But his awkward smiling and some elusive comments about her future tense design without me, made it fairly clear. I was thinking maybe that could be useful.

I had called Kim on each of my pause ; checking to see it they were OK, or had seen any suspicious the great unwashed about. She assured me they were fine ; bored, and Kim, at least, was horny. Oh, Goody. One to a greater extent thing to hold on me distract. I was hoping I could keep from burning down the morgue.

I did manage that, but not much else. I was never so glad to see 5 o'clock in my living. surge hour on I-225 sucked and I did not get home 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 little sun. The top covered her boob well, but could not blot out either their voluminosity or the upright nipples straining the cloth. I took her greedily into my arms and gave her a wet, invigorating osculation.

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

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

I pulled her back in and added a little Sir Thomas More warmth to my effort and released her.

"Wow."She said looking deep into my middle. You kiss like that and Rachel kicked you to the curb ? 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 well-situated for the noblewoman to work 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 baby. Based on how she had enjoyed it, I suspected that Rachel was gay and had finally let herself think it. It would explain our sex life story when we were married. All of that gave her a lot to mull over today.

"She's been sort of quiet all day. She's in your guest elbow room, taking a nap. You want to go check on her ?"Kim asked with a jot of anxiety in her voice.

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

We walked and Kim shhhhhed me, urging me to be serenity and to walk lightly. We came up to the door 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's breadth to her brim. I was wondering what the sin was going on.

I looked around slowly and felt my eyes go blanket. Rachel was definitely not napping. Rachel was bare, her legs were heart-to-heart facing me, and buried in her slit was a turgid, veined dildo. Rachel was grinding her rose hip into the mattress, in obvious joy. She had one hand working the false cock in and out of her cunt, and the other rubbing her clitoris.

I felt myself get to get hard. If Rachel had ever masturbated, this was the starting time evidence I had of it. Kim reached around me and tint my hammer. I jumped and pulled back around.

"Kim ! This is unseasonable. 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 hard. Her mitt reached down and cupped by dick. I took my cue from her and grabbed a handful of her barely incubate ass and kneaded it like dough. Rachel's low moan broke our embrace and I looked around into the room again.

Rachel was now holding her dildo unbendable and pumping her rose hip back and Forth into it, fucking herself to the brink of heaven. Her devoid hand had moved to her white meat and she was squeezing it, while rubbing her mamilla with her pollex. The ring of color was pulled miserly with her arousal, forming a tight fiddling Calidris canutus, which she roughly caressed. Rachel's eyes were closed, and her mouth undetermined in silent cries of pleasance. If she was not orgasming, she would be very soon.

My hammer was hard enough to break firewood, and straining to get out of my pants. This sentence when Kim reached around to feel me ; I did not jump or pull back. My oculus were riveted to the peter going in and out of my ex-wife's stretched pussy.

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

I let out a silent groan and closed my oculus for a few second base, savoring how Kim's hand was manipulating my stopcock ; milking it and driving me faithful to my own climax.

"F.ffaster"I whispered

Kim moved her hand faster and I opened my eyes to see Rachel with one hand on her dildo, pistoning it in and out of kitty-cat as fasting as she could. She was writhing on the bed, begging her body to release it's orgasm and flood her mind with pleasance. Her other mitt had the removed control and I saw her clicking it from one position to another, trying to coax the machine inside of her to vibrate her soul.

Kim abruptly stopped her hired hand use and I felt her shift in social movement of me.

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

Kim completely ignored me and took my pounding prick into her rima oris. I felt cuckoo swelling appear as she slipped me deep into her back talk. I stifled a groan as best as I could and looked down at Kim.

I saw Kim's warm, wet rima oris, taking me in and out. I could feel her natural language coast under my pecker, pushing me a little closer to the edge. I could just negociate to see that she had her own hand in her bikini bottoms, rubbing her puss, trying to get us both off.

My eyes kept trading places ; first one sister, with her dildo being rammed into her cunt and then the early mouth-milking my cock and masturbating at the Saami time.

"Kim ! I'm closing"I whispered.

I wasn't sure if she wanted me to cum in her mouth. I was trying to be a valet de chambre, but at this point the why of it escaped me. To my surprisal, she stopped as my shaft went deeply inside her, shifted slightly and pushed my cock all the way down into her throat. I could palpate my cock breech a small opening and I felt myself start to lose it.

Kim then made swallowing motions with her lingua and throat. That pushed me over the edge and I started to cum. I had my hand on the back of her principal and pulled her into me as I began to spud my juice deep inside her. I held her firmly, shivering as I came, and stifling a cry all at the same time. One spurt ; two ; and a third vacate my balls into my affectionately Kim's sassing.

The orgasmic moving ridge took me, blinded me and removed all phone from the room. My solely sense of right and wrong thought was not to hollo. I do not recognise if I succeeded. Kim's attempt to commit back, brought me enough out of Eden to liberate her read/write head, and I opened my eyes. I peered into the bedroom. Rachel had her legs locked together around her vibrating rod, and her whole body was in orgasmic lock. She was paralyzed with pleasance and stifling her own cry of pleasure.

saneness rejoined me, as Kim slipped back behind the concealment of the wall. She stood, as I turned and I kissed her quickly. We crept away quietly, me trying to pull my pants up and not trip-up ; Kim in front with her incredible ass over filling her tight Bikini, and giving my cock a reason to stay high-sounding. It made repantsing myself hard.

We made to the animation elbow room and Kim burst into quiet 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 derive 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 process you magical later tonight."

I was definitely OK with that. We sat in secretiveness for a minute or two. I was trying to reorder my mind and put myself back in the substantial world. But, then it occurred to me that my real earth had become the clobber where Jackie Collins runs into John Grisham. Off Libra the Scales with my headland spinning had become the norm. I was about to dissect that view to see what I would feel when Rachel walked into the room.

She had thrown on a twosome of jean short circuit and a tee shirt. She had no bra and I doubted any panties either. That would be unusual for her ; as she always carried herself as a prim and proper lady of another era. That was a far remote cry from the woman groaning in delight as a machine was pumped into her slit.

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

Kim stifled a laugh by burying her cheek in my thorax. But, I could finger her shingle with the try. Luckily my signified of humor must have drained itself into Kim's belly, and I didn't see any need to block Rachel.

"Did you have a in force day ?"I asked.

I had no idea how she would answer. She had a lot of things to correct in her own mind. Her masturbating with a dildo, with the door open, in my menage, was not a sign that she was her old ego.

"I kept thinking about you all day."She started, saw Kim's look of confusion and then changed her tone 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. How will you get along ?"

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

"Who the sin it Rachel Leah Andrew Jackson ?"I asked a minuscule surprised at the answer.

"Petrov had all sort of shady joining and one of them created all of the necessary papers to bug out a new life. I have a birth certificate and a social certificate card and everything."

"testament 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 second, letting this info turn itself over and over.

"We need to test the document to see if they will actually work"I said"I'm not certain how we will do that, but I think we had better before we get too mysterious into this."

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

"Anyway. There is no Jane Doe soundbox that will do us any skilful. Dr Syygo would liken age, oecumenical weighting, and race and be able to tell that the body was not Rachel."

"How can they tell apart race or age if the consistence is burnt up ?"asked Kim

"number 1, the body is rarely cauterise enough to erase all evidence of wash and age. second, a honorable anthropologist can tell by bone structure. I don't understand it all, but trust me, Dr Syygo does. The consistency we use has to be Stanford White, 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 portion my melodic theme with the female child. It was too raw and not thought out. But the look on Rachel's angelic grimace melted my resolve. I closed my eyes as I said

"But, one of the identify organic structure is perfect"I started and was interrupted by Kim

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

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

The girls were dumb as I spent the next five minutes going over my thoughts with them.

"We need a Deepfreeze to keep the consistency in"Kim chimed in as I finished.

"What about the folk's meat Deepfreeze ?"suggested Rachel"It's almost abandon and might be big enough."

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

"What about Tasha ?"asked Kim"We are going to have got to get her involved Sooner or later, to distribute with the dental records."

I had forgotten about that. Kim was right though.

"Kim, I don't know Tasha very well. Can we confide her with a secret this big ? Rachel's lifetime and our freedom would count 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 of import it is"Kim said confidently.

I didn't like bringing anyone else in on this. The to a greater extent masses that know ; the smashing the prospect somebody finds out. But, I didn't see any other option.

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

"When ?"Kim asked

"When what ?"I said a little vex, as I was worried about things at the dead room

"When should I blab out to Tasha ?"

I thought about that a second.

"It can await until after we get the consistency. If Tasha won't assistant, then we will bear to cut off the promontory, too. It would be easier to do that, but if we can get the recognition to be done with alveolar consonant x-rays only, it will make matter go a lot smooth and speedy. Messing around with the DNA extension samples at the lab is tough."

Rachel looked uneasy at this, but said cypher. She did chime in with a question.

"When do I go to the mortuary to for my part of the plan ?"

"I'm intellection on Wednesday. I will need tomorrow to get the paperwork quick. Remember we get one snapshot 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 break of day and we get the freezer tomorrow after you get home."

"OK, it will pass us an estimate if we have enough speciality with all of us to lift the damn deep freezer anyway."

Then changing the subject I went on.

"Did we have suspect character reference poking around today ? I'm very occupy 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 leave to torture and kill, a little thing like a change of address is only going to slow them down a little."

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

In my head I agreed, but I was still so unsure about this. We were going to steal a dead body and pass it off as Rachel. This is crazy. But, I said nothing as both little girl looked at me waiting for a reaction or answer.

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


The ladies cooked up a simple-minded and delicious spaghetti dinner, which put me in a better mood. It was nice not eating my own preparation or having to go get something. The ladies even offered to do the grocery shopping tomorrow while I was at work. Kim had changed into a tee and jean shorts. She looked sexy as hell anyway.

body of work brought up an interesting conversation. I found out that Rachel was unemployed people. Her in conclusion day had been on Fri. Her plans with Petrov had been the drift for this. At least she had no where she had to be while she was hiding from the Russians.

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

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

By 10 PM I was set up to just call it a night, and fight with my dreaming. Rachel, who had given up on TV after CSI, came back from the invitee elbow room dressed in a belittled leotard. I had seen Rachel in this before. She used to pattern yoga. But, in the past she had worn tights with them. Today her wooden leg and ass were barren. I loved her cat suit, as it was a thong character, with a Gallic cut. It would induce me horny as hell watching her go through her act.

As soon as my eyes returned to my sockets, I had the presence of thinker to ask

"Rachel, what are you doing ?"

"I need to clear my mind and vomit up some anxiousness. Out here is the alone blank space with sufficiency room."She answered defensively

"And where is the rest of your outfit ?"asked Kim with what could have been jealousy, 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 ticker if bothers you."

Rachel began her stretching well off to the English of the TV, but I had only to turn my head about 12 degrees to bear a gross opinion. Perfect vista was the make up phrase. If I did not have a go at it ameliorate, I swear Rachel was trying to put on a display. 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 put forward I would do almost anything to get into that unitard. More often than not, however, I ended up in the exhibitor using my own hand.

I have no idea what the assorted lieu are called. I called them either ‘ Yes, I could have sex her like that'or"No, I couldn't'Rachel started with sitting down with her wooden leg together and pointing right towards me. That would be a NO military position. Rachel's leotard had a interlock top, with strategically placed solid erect banding. They bisected each breast, but gave me a nice horizon of her segmentation and shape of her breasts.

Rachel ignored us completely as she laid down on herself stretching her back. When she came back, she spread her legs as astray as she could and my centre immediately went to her pussy. This is a YES position and I could feel my cock agreeing with me. I don't think Rachel had on any panties, as I could clearly wee out the folds of her vulva through the thin framework.

I glanced at Kim, and she seemed to be watching TV, ignoring Rachel and me. Rachel finished with this placement and rolled over onto her stomach, pulling her legs together and laying flat. My oculus followed her legs from her mincing base, watching them widen into her shapely sura, and then her toned thighs. Those started gradually swelling up to form her almost bare, shapely merchantman, and then the bender became much steeper as the bubble became prominent.

Rachel arched her back stretch her miserable back and tightening her bare ass. She dropped back down lying matte and then spread her legs slightly and did it again. This is another YES position. My eyes strained to build out detail in the shadowy blot where her stage parted, but I denied. My peter was also straining to get a look as well.

As if she could read our minds and was doing this for my pleasance ; her legs parted all-inclusive, revealing her pussy once again. The fabric was stretched tighter and molded to her vulva like a irregular hide. The faintest hint of her piddling back entryway also made it's presence known.

My cock was so heavy it hurt, and I shifted to try and get well-fixed. I looked at Kim again, who was still watching TV, but she had a subtly amused look on her brass that did not match the laundry soap commercial-grade she appeared to be watching. My eyes darted back to Rachel, who was getting on all tetrad, with her pegleg apart. This is what I called the OH GOD PLEASE LET ME FUCK HER position. Her fuddled kitty-cat was right there. She rocked back and forth, doing this for God knows what ground, but the effect was to stretch her leotard tighter across her snatch and then to make relaxed. 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 hand on my turncock and I almost jumped out of my tegument. She giggled.

"Did my baby be mean to you, again ?"Kim baby talked me"Want me to construct it all near ?"

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

"Let's go upstairs"Kim suggested.

good fuck estimation, I thought, and we both got up. She took me by the hand and we hustled upstairs to my room. We began undressing each other immediately ; with Kim's tee disappearing as soon as we cleared the room access jam. She pushed me back, unfastened her dungaree shorts, and hip shrugged them down, watching my manifestation, with an malefic grin.

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

This was torture ; first watching Rachel roll around like a stripper and now Kim had just stripped and was teasing me. Was she doing this intentionally ? I could not secern, but I had to have her body. I had to feel her body yield to mine as I drove deep into one of her joy holes. I wanted to feel her breasts in my hands ; squeezing them ; feeling her tit harden as I aroused her. But, debts must be paid.

Kim lay back on my bed and pulled her legs up and rested her little feet on the sharpness. She spread her tan legs, inviting me to have got the afters we had not had after dinner party. I finished stripping and stepped between her legs. I leaned in and my deal followed Kim's sexy breaking ball up until I found her breasts. I squeezed them gently, and rubbed her little meat with my thumbs. I released Kim's firm bosom so I could get on top of Kim and enjoy her tender, eager lips.

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

"Please, Ron."She half begged.

I kissed her gently on lips, and then her Kuki. I used a pair of soft candy kiss to construct my way to her ear. I gently nibbled on that lobe, and then sucked on it for a second gear. Two more buss and I was kissing Kim's neck. This was torture taking my sentence. I consoled myself knowing I was making her ache with desire herself.

"Ooooooo"Kim cooed as I gently sucked just above the nape. I kissed my way down to her titty, which rose and fell quickly. I circled her areola with my tongue and it hardened with the secondment slip around. I gently kissed the top of her minuscule gumdrop and then took it into my mouth.

My hand was squeezing her other tit more aggressively than I wanted. My own foreplay needed an outlet and my hand was using Kim's bosom to that end.

"Please, Ron"Kim begged again.

She wanted her own succor. I kissed between her white meat and then slowly kissed and licked my way down to her waiting pussy. I kneeled between her spread head legs, inhaled and took in her musk. I knew she would be wet and ripe with juice.

My first lick started at the base of her possible action, and circled between her inner and outer sass, passing over her clit and down the other side.

"Ohhhh. Go lower, Ron. MUCH scummy"

I knew what she wanted. I had rimmed her just a bit the other day when she was eating Rachel. She seemed to feature liked it. I made another deadening circle and when I reached the tush, I dragged the cover of my lingua across Kim's starfish.

"Mmmmmmmm"she moaned

Kim reached behind her genu and pulled her legs back towards her, directly offering me her most individual area. I took it willingly, using my flattened tongue to broadly clobber across the entire little hole, and pointing my natural language at the tip as it went through the center. I felt her little hole yield just a bit.

"Ohhhhhhhh."Kim moaned out in pleasure.

As my natural language left the textured area of her lilliputian tush opening and found the tender orbit below her pussy, I made my way back around the petty hatchway in a slow lot ; once, twice, three metre ; and then I moved my tongue to it's shopping mall and pushed.

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

"tour over and stick that ass in the air"I told her.

I wanted some grip and a better slant. Plus, I loved this purview ; with Kim completely vulnerable ; offering her unprotected physical structure to me. I could cause pleasure or pain. She trusted it would be pleasure. She yearned for it as very much as I did.

I squeezed her business firm boldness and spread them apart. I began again with a spacious lick that covered her puss and went right up Kim's delicate crevice. She moaned again and I licked back down one side of her schism, circled around her veto chess opening and licked up the other side.

"Please"Kim moaned out.

I began my downward lick again and Kim took in a breath as her expectation built. My tongue arrived at her little starfish, and I circled it once, twice, thrice and then a forth time.

Kim pushed her ass into my face ; begging for me to penetrate her backrest door. I made my tongue as hard as I could and tried to thrust her little opening. She relaxed ; my clapper went in a very short way. I moved it up and down, trying to wiggle it a little deeper inside her. Kim squirmed and pushed into me.

I brought me left hand down, found her wet pussy, and traced my ovolo down to Kim's button. I could experience the little unfeelingness of it and I began to rub it in tiny set, as my tongue continued it's anal dance.

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

I withdrew my tongue from Kim's ass and began to circle the small cakehole with my knife. I moved my pollex off her button and stuck it inside her pussy. At the Saami metre I stabbed at her back door with my tongue, again gaining entering. I wiggled my spit up and down as I began thrusting my ovolo in Kim's wet love tunnel. The webbing between my pollex and forefinger would gate-crash into Kim's clit each clock time I bottomed out.

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

I was doing all I could to worm my lingua deeper into her ass, but Kim's own thrusts were making it harder. I gave up, nonplus my other thumb in my mouth 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 cunt and ass tight around my quarter round, as her orgasm locked every muscle in her body.

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

I fought her kegel muscles and keep back thrusting into her kitty-cat. My other thumb was subject to just judder up and down in a vibrato. Kim kept gasping out piddling randomness and then relaxed. I pulled both thumbs out and turn my hands and arms. God, they were tired.

My cock on the former hired hand was at attention and begging me to be intimate Kim, and to do it now. I got off of my knees, used my own saliva to wet myself, and then pushed my cock into Kim's blind drunk kitty-cat.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh"we both groaned out together.

Kim felt so near. Her tunnel was tight, wet, warm, and it seemed to hug my reed organ and invite it in further. I will never get tired of the feeling that always sends a shiver down my spine and a calls out with a tiny shutter, as the pleasure finds it's own outlet.

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

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

"Kim, I need your ass. I have to experience it."I meant it as a enquiry, but I felt sealed that it was mine for the taking.

"Take it !"Fuck me until I can't walking"she said in labored tones.

I saw her reach under my pillow and as if by legerdemain she produced the familiar anal syringe, preloaded. She reached behind herself to manus it to me, which I took with out missing a virgule into her glorious love hole. I squirted just a touch on her little starfish and used it to lubricate the electric-light bulb of the injector. A little more in my palm got the instrument ready for us.

I gave an extra upwards thrust to my pelvic arch burying my cock into it's temporary repository, as I worked the lube tube into Kim's waiting ass. She tensed, and then relaxed as I slowly fucked her butt with the little toy. Then I pushed it all the way in, and filled her intestine with the cool liquid.

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

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

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

But the tonus in my part belied the luxuria that was banging in my psyche, begging me to slam dance my cock deep into her unyielding ass, and ignore all consequences. I fought that impulse and pushed slowly. Kim's tight hole yielded and I broke through in a quick, short, jolt.

I shivered again as I said

"fucking ! I'm in. God, that is soaked"

Kim said zero. She was just breathing hard, both enduring the nuisance and trying to relax.

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

"Ohhhhhhh"Kim groaned.

It sounded like it still injure, and I could see a pain expression on her cheek. She had her heart closed, with her face resting sideways on the mattress.

I kept my unshakable push, stretching her fast opening wide, making it chip in me passage ; making it give me delight. The intellection of Kim allowing me to do this to her, regardless of the cost to her soundbox made me find powerful ; supreme. For the bit I owned her. I owned the world.

Then my peter found the bottom of her ass, and I was stopped. My balls were resting on Kim's pussy, and I was amazed at how a lot I had stretcher her niggling first step to accommodate my cinch.

"moment ! minute of arc !"she breathed out quickly.

A arcminute was a hundred 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 in that I moved back pulled the spring tighter. There would come a compass point where I could not pull back any farther and then I would be sprung bass and hard back into her bowel. I reached that tip as my cockhead began to appear.

I fought the spring with all my will, certain I would rip Kim in two if I gave in. My ventilation labored as I fought. But, with each fraction of an in that the give pulled me in, my resistivity was reduced. The pleasance of her ass squeezing my rooster was killing my will to resist and leaving me prone to my groundwork desire.

When I was buried deep in my holy man's ass for the second time ; Kim moaned. This time there was a note of pleasure, which cut my firmness loose and the beast sprang from his cage. I pulled back, this time taking pleasure in stretching the springiness. When I had again stretched it to breaking, I let go, allowing it to catapult me deep into her bowel with a suicidal plunge.

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

The springtime exploded into a million shaving and I was costless. Only the beast of my own lust was left and I was ordered to pound her ass viciously I obeyed and aim my shaft hard into Kim's ass. I no longer cared about her pleasance or her painfulness. I had to feed the beast to keep him from devouring me.

smacking ! smack ! smacking ! slap ! Went the speedy noises of flesh meeting flesh. Kim was once again marking my cerebrovascular accident with her cry of pain/pleasure.

"Oh ! Oh ! Oh !"

Kim broke her rhythm.

"Please, Ron ! Please hurry !"

It did not seem possible but I began to pound her ass faster. My culmination 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 fling appear. The force behind it was too bang-up for the fissure and it let go all at once.

"Fuuuuuuucccccck !"

I screamed as I drove my cock one final examination time as deep and intemperate as I could. I almost pulled Kim off of the bed as my manus used her rose hip as grip bars to leverage another fraction of an inch deeper into her glorious ass.

I began to unload a gallon of semen ; spraying it like a firehouse to extinguish the flame that had built in my mind. The steam of it rose and glow away all early feelings. My auditory sense left me. I was blind, except for the thousand point in time of bursting light. The waving washed over me and extinguished the flaming. I felt myself float to the surface.

I could pick up. I could see. I could feel my script cramping with the elbow grease of holding Kim's rose hip. I released them, and she immediately fell flat onto the bed. My hammer popped out and I fell beside her.

"That must birth been some orgasm"Kim said as she rolled over to await at me

I was breathing laborious, but managed to gasp out.

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

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

"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 okay. I managed a slight sexual climax 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 osculate"But, my slight bottom has it's dubiousness about you."

"Maybe I'll have to kiss it and make it all better."I responded.

"My little derriere thinks that is a just idea"and then she added

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

We did that together. There was a great deal caressing and common soaping. Kim's white meat and pussy got very unclouded, as did my cock. Kim's starfish was too sore for a lot attention, but it got a petty soaping as well. When we were done, we tumbled back into bed, naked. I spooned Kim, with my cock between her legs, and my ripe mitt cupping her boob. We fell asleep that way, and I was treated to dreamless sleep.


My alarm woke me at the formula weekday time and I got up. I took another shower to give chase away the sleep, thinking

‘ ass the conservationist. Al Gore uses to a greater extent water in his fucking potable'

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

I was less disquiet today and made no major erroneous belief. I wasn't completely focused on my job, but I was better, and Tuesdays are not nearly the zoo that Monday are. Monday follows the weekend, and the weekend always produces mortuary occupation from dealings accidents and societal touch on activeness gone astray.

I called Kim on my morning break.

"Hey, lover"she answered

We made some minor talk and then she said

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

"Sounds redress. We can nibble up the cable car and more of your other holding, too"I said back.

organism at work, I was not about to discuss any of the plan that we had made for our hereafter morgue adventure, but I was still concerned for their condom. I had to ask.

"See anyone or anything out of the ordinary ?"

"Nope. Boring as hell over here. Day meter TV sucks and Rachel is no fun as wound up as she is. Kim answered, giggled, and then said"I think she needs to get laid"

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

"I'm not sure I'm the, uh, right somebody, 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 Son"

That was going to help me center the eternal rest of the day. We chatted for just a few Thomas More minute and I promised to call her at luncheon. Then I hung up.

What the fuck am I doing ? I asked myself for the thousandth time. But, I did not dwell on that longsighted. My pause was over and I needed to get back to work. I had a lot of clerical material to do ; including getting two passing orderliness typed up for Dr Syygo's signature tomorrow afternoon. Tomorrow I would be committing a felony and there was no turning back then.

To be continued……… .