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

What ? steal a soundbox ? Yes, I know. The Reader's compilation 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 nous, dumped her, and ran off leaving her to excuse it to his gangster buddies.

I had just started seeing Kim, Rachel's sister, the night before Rachel got the word about her boyfriend. Good Shepherd, that was just 36 hours ago ! That adjacent day, ( yesterday ) one of the Russians came to inspect the Sister while I was out. He was going to torture and kill them in trying to find oneself the money. He ran away when I showed up. The noblewoman then convinced me to steal a physical structure and burned it up to pass off it off as Rachel, so she could vanish. Then the mobsters would leave her alone. As a enjoyable upshot to us being cooped up at my mansion together, I have been fucking both of them, ceaselessly.

So, you can see. I'm a petty unhinge. I spent the day making mistakes, cleaning them up or apologizing for them to my boss, Dr Syygo. Dr. Syygo is the coroner and runs the morgue where I work. He asked if I was all right. I told him I was having girl trouble. He just shook his header with a knowing smile. I am sure he thought it was the normal relationship play. But, after this brusk talk with my Bos, the heyday of an idea started to bloom.

Dr Syygo is in his mid-fifties, but he takes precaution of himself. He has mediocre looks and an aging athletic bod. I am for sure he would have the pick of the middle age divorcee about townsfolk, if he were 1. But, he is married to a nice, plump, gentlewoman of about 50. I always thought they made a bit of an odd couple.

I had also always thought that Dr Syygo spent More than the convention male average, ogling Rachel. You have to empathize. Rachel is a fucking knockout. moving picture star cheek with a playboy centerfold trunk. The running joke from everyone, for our whole union, was ‘ What does she see in him ?"I always pretended not to hear the commentary. My brother would rag me, but I saw less and lupus erythematosus of them after the marriage.

When we were married, Rachel & I would attend the one-year Christmas party, the annual Summer Picnic, and the various former company function. Dr Syygo always seemed to be striking up a conversation with Rachel. His eyes would invariably blow 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 remembering about when Dr Syygo heard that I was getting a divorce ; he seemed to be a piddling pleased about it. He never said anything outright. But his awkward smile and some elusive comments about her time to come plans without me, made it fairly clear. 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 suspicious people about. She assured me they were delicately ; bored, and Kim, at least, was horny. Oh, Goody. One to a greater extent matter to hold back me disorder. I was hoping I could keep from burning down the mortuary.

I did manage that, but not much 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 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 knocker well, but could not cover either their voluminousness or the upright nipples straining the fabric. I took her greedily into my arms and gave her a wet, invigorating buss.

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

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

I pulled her back in and added a little more than passion to my drive and released her.

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

"speaking of my ex ; how did she hold up today ?"I asked

Rachel and Kim had been home all day and I figured it would be easy for the noblewoman to work themselves into a scare over the incident with the Russian yesterday. Yesterday, Rachel had also had, first gear reluctant, and then maybe not so reluctant sex, with her own sister. 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 when we were married. All of that gave her a lot to mull over today.

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

"O-kayyy"I said drawing the discussion 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 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 naked, her stage were opened facing me, and buried in her pussy was a boastfully, veined dildo. Rachel was grinding her hips into the mattress, in obvious delight. She had one mitt working the misrepresent cock in and out of her snatch, and the early rubbing her clit.

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

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

I may feature said that, but I felt an urge to look again. My hammer was urging me to as well. Kim pulled me to her and kissed me backbreaking. Her hand reached down and cupped by cock. I took my cue from her and grabbed a handful of her barely breed 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 steady and pumping her hips back and Forth River into it, fucking herself to the verge of Shangri-la. Her free bridge player had moved to her breast and she was squeezing it, while rubbing her nipple with her thumb. The areola was pulled pixilated with her arousal, forming a plastered minuscule knot, which she roughly caressed. Rachel's eyes were closed, and her mouth loose in understood cries of pleasure. If she was not orgasming, she would be very soon.

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

I felt Kim hand up and undo my pants. She pulled them and my underwear down to my human knee and my cock jumped out. I reached down to set about jerking myself off, but Kim beat me to it. She had had her finger's breadth underneath my rooster and was applying pressure underneath and she slowly stoked my organ.

I let out a silent moan and closed my oculus for a few seconds, savoring how Kim's hand was manipulating my rooster ; milking it and driving me snug to my own climax.

"F.ffaster"I whispered

Kim moved her helping hand faster and I opened my eyes to see Rachel with one hand on her dildo, pistoning it in and out of pussycat as fasting as she could. She was writhing on the bed, begging her body to release it's climax and flood her thinker with joy. Her other hand had the remote mastery and I saw her clicking it from one attitude to another, trying to coax the political machine inside of her to thrill her soul.

Kim abruptly stopped her hand manipulations and I felt her shift in nominal head of me.

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

Kim completely ignored me and took my throbbing cock into her back talk. I felt goose bumps appear as she slipped me deep into her mouth. I stifled a moan 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 slide under my hammer, pushing me a short closer to the edge. I could just bring off to see that she had her own hand in her bikini buttocks, rubbing her pussy, trying to get us both off.

My oculus kept trading places ; first one sister, with her dildo being rammed into her cunt and then the other mouth-milking my cock and masturbating at the same 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 late inside her, shifted slightly and pushed my cock all the way down into her pharynx. I could finger my cock breech a belittled opening and I felt myself start to lose it.

Kim then made swallowing apparent movement with her natural language and throat. That pushed me over the edge and I started to cum. I had my hand on the back of her headspring and pulled her into me as I began to shoot my juice deep inside her. I held her firmly, shivering as I came, and stifling a cry all at the like time. One spurt ; two ; and a 3rd vacate my orchis into my dear Kim's backtalk.

The orgasmic Wave took me, blinded me and removed all speech sound from the room. My only conscience mentation was not to call. I do not know if I succeeded. Kim's endeavour to rend back, brought me enough out of heaven to free her drumhead, and I opened my eyes. I peered into the bedroom. Rachel had her stage locked together around her vibrating rod, and her altogether body was in orgasmic lock. She was paralyzed with joy and stifling her own cry of pleasure.

sanity rejoined me, as Kim slipped back behind the covert of the wall. She stood, as I turned and I kissed her quickly. We crept away quietly, me trying to deplume my pant up and not trip ; Kim in front line with her unbelievable ass over filling her blotto Bikini, and giving my cock a grounds to appease high-flown. It made repantsing myself difficult.

We made to the living elbow room and Kim burst into quiet giggles.

"That was fun !"she said excitedly.

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

"It got me so hot. I was praying you would come rest home before she finished"Kim said a fiddling 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 do work you deception later tonight."

I was definitely OK with that. We sat in silence for a min or two. I was trying to reorder my mind and put myself back in the real public. But, then it occurred to me that my real world had become the stuff where Jackie Wilkie Collins runs into John Grisham. Off balance with my headland spinning had become the norm. I was about to dissect that thought to see what I would happen when Rachel walked into the room.

She had thrown on a brace of jean shorts and a tee shirt. She had no bra and I doubted any panties either. That would be strange for her ; as she always carried herself as a prim and proper lady of another era. That was a far distant cry from the cleaning lady groaning in pleasure as a motorcar was pumped into her pussy.

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

Kim stifled a laugh by burying her facial expression in my pectus. But, I could feel her shake with the exploit. Luckily my signified of sense of humor must have drained itself into Kim's abdomen, and I didn't see any penury to stymy Rachel.

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

I had no idea how she would answer. She had a lot of things to compensate in her own mind. Her masturbating with a dildo, with the threshold open, in my mansion, 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 confusedness 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 looney outline, and it works. What then ? You're officially perfectly and you don't exist. You have no money and no indistinguishability. How will you get along ?"

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

"Who the pit it Rachel Leah Jackson ?"I asked a lilliputian surprised at the answer.

"Petrov had all kind of funny connectedness and one of them created all of the necessary newspaper to start a new life. I have a birthing credentials and a sociable Security carte 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 information turn itself over and over.

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

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

"Anyway. There is no Jane Doe body that will do us any good. Dr Syygo would liken age, general free weight, and backwash and be able to tell apart that the body was not Rachel."

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

"commencement, the body is rarely burn down enough to score out all evidence of raceway and age. second base, a in effect anthropologist can severalize by pearl anatomical structure. I don't understand it all, but trust me, Dr Syygo does. The body we use has to be white, female person, 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 response and had told myself I would not share my idea with the lady friend. It was too raw and not thought out. But the look on Rachel's angelic face melted my resolve. I closed my eyes as I said

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

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

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

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

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

"What about the folk's inwardness deep-freeze ?"suggested Rachel"It's almost hollow and might be big enough."

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

"What about Tasha ?"asked Kim"We are going to have to get her ask sooner or later, to deal with the dental records."

I had forgotten about that. Kim was right wing though.

"Kim, I don't know Tasha very well. Can we commit her with a secret this big ? Rachel's aliveness and our freedom would bet on her silence."I said

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

I didn't like bringing anyone else in on this. The more people that know ; the swell the hazard 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 annoyed, as I was worried about affair at the morgue

"When should I talk to Tasha ?"

I thought about that a second.

"It can waitress until after we get the body. If Tasha won't help, then we will take to cut off the headland, too. It would be light to do that, but if we can get the designation to be done with dental x-rays only, it will make affair go a lot smoother and spry. Messing around with the DNA reference sample distribution at the lab is tough."

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

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

"I'm thinking on Wednesday. I will demand tomorrow to get the paperwork quick. Remember we get one nip 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 give us an estimation if we have enough strength with all of us to lift the shucks freezer anyway."

Then changing the subject I went on.

"Did we have mistrustful characters poking around today ? I'm very concerned 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 come up us."I continued"If one of them was will to torture and kill, a little thing like a change of address is only going to slow up them down a little."

"Then I guess we adept festinate up and get this done"said Rachel

In my caput I agreed, but I was still so unsure about this. We were going to steal a eubstance and elapse it off as Rachel. This is crazy. But, I said nothing as both girls looked at me waiting for a chemical reaction or answer.

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


The ladies cooked up a simple and delicious spaghetti dinner, which put me in a dear temper. It was nice not eating my own cookery 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 dungaree boxershorts. She looked sexy as perdition anyway.

Work brought up an matter to conversation. I found out that Rachel was unemployed. Her finish day had been on Friday. Her plans with Petrov had been the impetus for this. At to the lowest degree she had no where she had to be while she was hiding from the Russians.

Kim had taken this wholly week off from oeuvre, to coincide with her 21st birthday. She was planning to go imbibing and clubbing each Night with her Friend now that she was legal. 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 things had gone well with me and more or less left it at that.

We watched a fiddling TV ( the CSI rerun was a bad idea ), after which my mode 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 matter to do. We would get enamor and I would end up in jail.

By 10 PM I was ready to just call it a Night, and fight with my aspiration. Rachel, who had given up on TV after CSI, came back from the guest way dressed in a belittled leotard. I had seen Rachel in this before. She used to practice yoga. But, in the past she had worn tights with them. Today her leg and ass were unornamented. I loved her leotard, as it was a thong type, with a French cut. It would urinate me horny as infernal region watching her go through her act.

As soon as my heart returned to my sockets, I had the presence of mind to ask

"Rachel, what are you doing ?"

"I need to sack my mind and purge some anxiety. Out here is the only if place with enough room."She answered defensively

"And where is the residuum of your kit ?"asked Kim with what could have been jealousy, but I wasn't sure.

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

Rachel began her stretching well off to the side of the TV, but I had only to turn my head teacher about 12 degrees to have a unadulterated view. Perfect view was the correct phrase. If I did not bonk undecomposed, 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 leotard. More often than not, however, I ended up in the shower using my own hand.

I have no idea what the various positions are called. I called them either ‘ Yes, I could know her like that'or"No, I couldn't'Rachel started with sitting down with her legs together and pointing decently towards me. That would be a NO lieu. Rachel's leotard had a mesh top, with strategically placed self-coloured vertical stripes. They bisected each breast, but gave me a nice position of her cleavage and soma of her breasts.

Rachel ignored us completely as she laid down on herself stretching her spinal column. When she came back, she spread her legs as wide as she could and my eyes immediately went to her pussycat. This is a YES position and I could sense my peter agreeing with me. I don't think Rachel had on any scanty, as I could clearly pass water out the bend of her vulva through the thin fabric.

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 tum, pulling her legs together and laying flat. My middle followed her legs from her dainty feet, watching them broaden into her shapely sura, and then her toned thigh. Those started gradually swelling up to shape her almost bare, shapely merchant ship, and then the curved shape became practically steeper as the burp became prominent.

Rachel arched her gage stretching her lower book binding and tightening her bare ass. She dropped back down lying savourless and then spread her legs slightly and did it again. This is another YES spot. My eyes strained to make out details in the shadowy fleck where her legs parted, but I denied. My tool was also straining to get a look as well.

As if she could register our minds and was doing this for my pleasure ; her wooden leg parted wide, revealing her slit once again. The fabric was stretched tighter and molded to her vulva like a secondment skin. The faintest hint of her little back incoming also made it's presence known.

My cock was so tough it hurt, and I shifted to try and get well-to-do. I looked at Kim again, who was still watching TV, but she had a subtly amused flavour on her face that did not match the laundry goop commercial she appeared to be watching. My middle darted back to Rachel, who was getting on all fours, with her legs apart. This is what I called the OH GOD PLEASE LET ME shag HER location. Her tight pussy was right there. She rocked back and Forth River, doing this for God knows what understanding, but the essence was to elongate her leotard tighter across her snatch 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 hand on my cock 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 piddle it all undecomposed ?"

Did I. I turned to her and we kissed passionately for a few here and now. She groping my President Lyndon Johnson ; me mauling her braless dresser over her t-shirt.

"Let's go upstairs"Kim suggested.

Good roll in the hay approximation, I thought, and we both got up. She took me by the helping hand and we hustled upstairs to my elbow room. We began undressing each early immediately ; with Kim's tee disappearance as soon as we cleared the door jam. She pushed me back, unfastened her jean shorts, and hip shrugged them down, watching my expression, with an evil grin.

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

This was overrefinement ; initiatory 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 tell apart, but I had to birth her trunk. I had to feel her body yield to mine as I drove deep into one of her delight holes. I wanted to finger her breasts in my hired hand ; 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 petty feet on the bound. She spread her tan leg, inviting me to have the dessert we had not had after dinner party. I finished stripping and stepped between her legs. I leaned in and my handwriting followed Kim's aphrodisiacal curves up until I found her bosom. I squeezed them gently, and rubbed her slight nubs with my thumbs. I released Kim's firm bosom so I could get on top of Kim and enjoy her pinnace, bore backtalk.

She opened her back talk to let my tongue dance with her's. Kim moaned into my sass and kissed harder. Her obvious rousing 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 lips, and then her chin. I used a pair of soft kisses to ready my way to her ear. I gently nibbled on that lobe, and then sucked on it for a irregular. Two more kisses and I was kissing Kim's neck. This was twisting taking my prison term. I consoled myself knowing I was making her aching with desire herself.

"Ooooooo"Kim cooed as I gently sucked just above the scruff. I kissed my way down to her tit, which rose and fell quickly. I circled her areola with my tongue and it hardened with the instant trip around. I gently kissed the top of her piddling gumdrop and then took it into my oral fissure.

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

"Please, Ron"Kim begged again.

She wanted her own rest. I kissed between her bosom and then slowly kissed and licked my way down to her waiting kitty. I kneeled between her spread branch, inhaled and took in her musk. I knew she would be wet and advanced with juice.

My first lick started at the base of her opening, and circled between her inner and outer lip, passing over her clitoris and down the other side.

"Ohhhh. Go lower, Ron. MUCH gloomy"

I knew what she wanted. I had rimmed her just a bit the former day when she was eating Rachel. She seemed to have liked it. I made another dull band and when I reached the bottom, I dragged the spine of my knife across Kim's starfish.

"Mmmmmmmm"she moaned

Kim reached behind her genu and pulled her legs back towards her, directly offering me her most private orbit. I took it willingly, using my planate glossa to broadly lick across the integral little hole, and pointing my lingua 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 tongue left the textured area of her little seat initiative and found the tender expanse below her kitty, I made my way back around the slight hatchway in a sluggish circle ; once, twice, three times ; and then I moved my tongue to it's center of attention and pushed.

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

"spell over and beat that ass in the air"I told her.

I wanted some hold and a effective angle. Plus, I loved this eyeshot ; with Kim completely vulnerable ; offering her unprotected body to me. I could cause pleasure or hurting. She trusted it would be pleasure. She yearned for it as a great deal as I did.

I squeezed her business firm cheeks and distribute them apart. I began again with a wide lap that covered her pussy and went right up Kim's delicate fissure. She moaned again and I licked back down one side of her split, circled around her forbidden opening and licked up the other side.

"Please"Kim moaned out.

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

Kim pushed her ass into my fount ; begging for me to penetrate her plump for threshold. I made my knife as hard as I could and tried to pierce her picayune hatchway. She relaxed ; my glossa went in a very short way. I moved it up and down, trying to wiggle it a piffling deeper inside her. Kim squirmed and pushed into me.

I brought me left hand down, found her wet pussy, and traced my thumb down to Kim's clitoris. I could palpate the fiddling stiffness of it and I began to rub it in bantam circles, as my glossa continued it's anal dance.

"Oh God ! That spirit dependable ! Jesus ! celebrate going !"Kim exclaimed.

I withdrew my tongue from Kim's ass and began to circle the little hole with my lingua. I moved my ovolo off her clit and stuck it inside her snatch. At the Lapp time I stabbed at her backdoor with my clapper, again gaining entry. I wiggled my tongue up and down as I began thrusting my pollex in Kim's wet honey burrow. The webbing between my thumb and index would crash into Kim's clit each time I bottomed out.

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

I was doing all I could to worm my glossa deeper into her ass, but Kim's own thrusting were making it firmly. I gave up, stick my early thumb in my sass 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 pussy and ass tight around my thumbs, as her climax locked every brawniness in her consistence.

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

I fought her kegel sinew and celebrate thrusting into her kitty-cat. My other thumb was subject to just throw off up and down in a vibrato. Kim kept gasping out niggling noises and then relaxed. I pulled both thumbs out and flexed my mitt and weapons system. God, they were tired.

My peter on the other helping hand was at attention and begging me to be intimate Kim, and to do it now. I got off of my stifle, used my own saliva to wet myself, and then pushed my cock into Kim's rigorous pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh"we both groaned out together.

Kim felt so good. Her burrow was compressed, wet, warm, and it seemed to hug my organ and pay for it in advance. 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 delight finds it's own outlet.

My hands had appeared on Kim's articulatio coxae and I used them to regulate my stab into her body ; each ending with our articulatio coxae bumping together. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her twat 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 over conquest.

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

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

I saw her reach under my pillow and as if by thaumaturgy she produced the familiar anal syringe, preloaded. She reached behind herself to hand it to me, which I took with out missing a throw into her glorious love kettle of fish. I squirted just a tactile sensation on her minuscule starfish and used it to lube the incandescent lamp of the injector. A little more in my palm got the instrument ready for us.

I gave an spear carrier upwardly thrusting to my hips burying my putz into it's irregular secretary, as I worked the lubricant vacuum tube into Kim's waiting ass. She tensed, and then relaxed as I slowly fucked her cigaret with the little toy. Then I pushed it all the way in, and filled her intestine with the cool liquid.

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

"Ow ! Ow ! Go ho-hum !"Kim cried and tensed as she did.

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

But the tone in my voice belied the lust that was banging in my point, begging me to thrash my dick deep into her unyielding ass, and ignore all consequences. I fought that urge and pushed slowly. Kim's tight mess yielded and I broke through in a quick, little, jolt.

I shivered again as I said

"shtup ! I'm in. God, that is crocked"

Kim said cipher. She was just breathing hard, both enduring the pain sensation and trying to relax.

I gave her to the reckoning of five to get used to the usurpation and then I could discount the savage no longer. I pushed again, feeling her soundbox grudgingly part and accept my rod into her well-nigh private orbit.

"Ohhhhhhh"Kim groaned.

It sounded like it still pain, and I could see a trouble look on her face. She had her eye closed, with her face resting sideways on the mattress.

I kept my truelove push button, stretching her tight opening all-inclusive, making it give me passage ; making it leave me delight. The thought of Kim allowing me to do this to her, regardless of the cost to her body made me feel powerful ; supreme. For the moment I owned her. I owned the world.

Then my stopcock found the freighter of her ass, and I was stopped. My balls were resting on Kim's kitty, and I was amazed at how much I had stretcher her little opening to oblige my cinch.

"Minute ! Minute !"she breathed out quickly.

A bit was a century too long and I began to pull back. In my mind I felt her ass resist me. I felt like a outflow was attached. Each micro inch that I moved back pulled the leaping tighter. There would come a point where I could not pull back any farther and then I would be spring recondite and hard back into her bowel. I reached that point 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 external respiration labored as I fought. But, with each fraction of an column inch that the give pulled me in, my opposition was reduced. The pleasure of her ass squeezing my cock was killing my will to balk and leaving me prone to my base desire.

When I was buried deep in my angel's ass for the secondment prison term ; Kim moaned. This clock time there was a note of pleasure, which cut my declaration loose and the animal sprang from his cage. I pulled back, this clip taking pleasure in stretching the springtime. 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 hips slammed into hers.

The leap exploded into a million slivers and I was destitute. Only the beast of my own lustfulness was left and I was ordered to punt her ass viciously I obeyed and drove my pecker hard into Kim's ass. I no longer cared about her pleasure or her bother. I had to tip the beast to keep him from devouring me.

smack ! Slap ! Slap ! slap ! Went the rapid noises of figure meeting flesh. Kim was once again marking my stroke with her cries 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 climax was building. It was a dam of delight building over top of me. When it burst I would be washed away and drown in it. I felt a crack appear. The force behind it was too great for the fissure and it let go all at once.

"Fuuuuuuucccccck !"

I screamed as I drove my cock one net prison term as deep and hard as I could. I almost pulled Kim off of the bed as my hands used her pelvic arch as grip prevention to leverage another fraction of an in deeper into her glorious ass.

I began to unload a gallon of semen ; spraying it like a firehouse to snuff out the fire that had built in my mind. The steam of it rose and cut away all former feelings. My hearing left me. I was blind, except for the thousand points of bursting light. The Wave washed over me and extinguished the fire. I felt myself swim bladder to the surface.

I could discover. I could see. I could feel my hands cramping with the travail of holding Kim's hips. I released them, and she immediately fell monotonic onto the bed. My rooster popped out and I fell beside her.

"That must own been some orgasm"Kim said as she rolled over to depend at me

I was breathing hard, but managed to gasp out.

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

"Are you OK ?"I asked as my reason returned and filled me with a horse 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 o.k.. I managed a lilliputian orgasm myself, but I don't think you noticed"

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

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

"I love you, too."She said with a candy kiss"But, my little undersurface has it's dubiety about you."

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

"My little bottom thinks that is a good estimate"and then she added

"But later. For now let's engage a exhibitor"

We did that together. There was a good deal kissing and mutual soaping. Kim's breasts and cunt got very clean, as did my cock. Kim's sea star was too sore for much aid, but it got a fiddling soaping as well. When we were done, we tumbled back into bed, bare. I spooned Kim, with my turncock between her legs, and my right paw cupping her boob. We fell asleep that way, and I was treated to dreamless sleep.


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

‘ nookie the environmentalist. Al Gore uses more pee in his fucking beverage'

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

I was less distracted today and made no major misplay. I wasn't completely focused on my job, but I was better, and Tues are not nearly the zoo that Mondays are. Mon follows the weekend, and the weekend always produces morgue business from traffic accidents and social tie in natural action gone astray.

I called Kim on my morning break.

"Hey, buff"she answered

We made some pocket-sized talk and then she said

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

"auditory sensation rectify. We can pick up the cars and more of your other belongings, too"I said back.

Being at work, I was not about to discuss any of the plans that we had made for our future morgue adventure, but I was still concerned for their safety. I had to ask.

"See anyone or anything out of the ordinary ?"

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

intellection of how she might be gay, but also thinking of how inviting she looked doing her yoga hold up night, I was being pulled in two very different directions.

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

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

That was going to help me focus the rest of the day. We chatted for just a few Sir Thomas More seconds and I promised to call off her at tiffin. Then I hung up.

What the fuck am I doing ? I asked myself for the thousandth prison term. But, I did not dwell on that foresightful. My break was over and I needed to get back to work. I had a lot of clerical clobber to do ; including getting two release parliamentary law typed up for Dr Syygo's signature tomorrow good afternoon. Tomorrow I would be committing a felony and there was no turning back then.

To be continued……… .