My whole Monday was a catastrophe. I could not concentrate. Between thinking about the two beautiful cleaning woman waiting at abode for me, the Russian who had attacked them, and trying to envision out how to steal a body out of the morgue, getting anything done was out of the question.

What ? Steal a soundbox ? Yes, I know. The Reader's Digest translation 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 explicate it to his gangster buddies.

I had just started seeing Kim, Rachel's sis, the Night before Rachel got the word about her boyfriend. Jesus, that was just 36 60 minutes ago ! That next day, ( yesterday ) one of the Russians came to visit the baby while I was out. He was going to rack and wipe out them in trying to chance the money. He ran away when I showed up. The dame then convinced me to steal a organic structure and burned it up to pass it off as Rachel, so she could go away. Then the gangster would exit her alone. As a gratifying upshot to us being cooped up at my sign together, I have been fucking both of them, ceaselessly.

So, you can see. I'm a small disquiet. I spent the day making mistakes, cleaning them up or apologizing for them to my chief, Dr Syygo. Dr. Syygo is the medical examiner and runs the mortuary where I work. He asked if I was all right. I told him I was having girl trouble. He just shook his foreland with a knowing grinning. I am sure he thought it was the normal relationship drama. But, after this shortly talk with my boss, the flower of an idea started to bloom.

Dr Syygo is in his mid-fifties, but he takes caution of himself. He has average looks and an aging acrobatic build. I am sure he would have the pick of the midway age grass widow about town, if he were single. But, he is married to a prissy, plump, dame of about fifty. I always thought they made a bit of an odd pair.

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

When we were married, Rachel & I would attend the annual Christmas Day political party, the annual summer Picnic, and the versatile other society mapping. Dr Syygo always seemed to be striking up a conversation with Rachel. His eyes would invariably drift down to her rich cleavage. He rarely failed to look up to her as she walked away from him. He was not terribly overt, but I noticed ; Rachel noticed ; and I imagine his married woman noticed.

What has me thinking today are my retentiveness about when Dr Syygo heard that I was getting a divorcement ; he seemed to be a little pleased about it. He never said anything outright. But his awkward smiling and some subtle comments about her futurity programme without me, made it fairly exonerate. 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 suspect masses about. She assured me they were amercement ; bored, and Kim, at least, was horny. Oh, treat. One more thing to continue me distracted. 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 life. Rush hour on I-225 sucked and I did not get menage 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 footling sun. The top covered her knocker well, but could not hide either their fullness or the vertical nipples straining the cloth. I took her greedily into my arms and gave her a wet, invigorating candy kiss.

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

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

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

"Wow."She said looking deep into my eyes. You kiss like that and Rachel kicked you to the Curb ? My babe'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 easy for the ladies 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 reluctant 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 animation when we were married. All of that gave her a lot to mull over today.

"She's been sort of serenity all day. She's in your guest room, taking a nap. You want to go check on her ?"Kim asked with a trace 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 tranquility and to walk lightly. We came up to the room access jam and Kim looked around it, into the room. She emerged grinning conspiratorially, and urged me to pick out a peek, as she held a digit to her lips. I was wondering what the Inferno was going on.

I looked around slowly and felt my eyes go wide of the mark. Rachel was definitely not napping. Rachel was au naturel, her legs were open 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 script working the fake cock in and out of her cunt, and the other rubbing her button.

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

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

I may sustain 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 backbreaking. Her hand reached down and cupped by pecker. I took my cue from her and grabbed a fistful of her barely insure ass and kneaded it like dough. Rachel's low moan broke our embrace and I looked around into the elbow room again.

Rachel was now holding her dildo steady and pumping her rose hip back and forth into it, fucking herself to the brink of heaven. 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 tight with her foreplay, forming a tight little slub, which she roughly caressed. Rachel's heart were closed, and her mouth give in silent battle cry of pleasure. If she was not orgasming, she would be very soon.

My prick was hard enough to split firewood, and straining to get out of my pants. This sentence when Kim reached around to feel me ; I did not jumping or root for back. My eyes were riveted to the cock going in and out of my ex-wife's stretched slit.

I felt Kim contact up and unmake my pant. She pulled them and my underwear down to my genu 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 cock and was applying pressure underneath and she slowly stoked my organ.

I let out a silent groan and closed my oculus for a few seconds, savoring how Kim's deal was manipulating my cock ; milking it and driving me closer to my own climax.

"F.ffaster"I whispered

Kim moved her hand faster and I opened my optic to see Rachel with one hand on her dildo, pistoning it in and out of twat as fast as she could. She was writhing on the bed, begging her body to release it's climax and deluge her idea with pleasure. Her other handwriting had the remote control and I saw her clicking it from one placement to another, trying to wheedle the motorcar inside of her to vibrate her soul.

Kim abruptly stopped her hired hand manipulation and I felt her fracture in front of me.

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

Kim completely ignored me and took my throb cock into her oral cavity. I felt zany bumps appear as she slipped me deep into her mouth. 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 palpate her clapper slide under my cock, pushing me a little closemouthed to the edge. I could just manage to see that she had her own hand in her bikini tooshie, rubbing her pussycat, trying to get us both off.

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

"Kim ! I'm come together"I whispered.

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

Kim then made swallowing motion with her knife and pharynx. That pushed me over the bound and I started to cum. I had my hired hand on the back of her read/write head and pulled her into me as I began to bourgeon 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 tierce discharge my balls into my pricey Kim's oral fissure.

The orgasmic wave took me, blinded me and removed all strait from the room. My only conscience thought was not to holler. I do not hump if I succeeded. Kim's attempt to pull back, brought me enough out of heaven to loose her head, and I opened my eyes. I peered into the bedroom. Rachel had her peg locked together around her vibrating rod, and her whole dead body was in orgasmic lock. She was paralyzed with delight and stifling her own cry of pleasure.

Sanity rejoined me, as Kim slipped back behind the concealment of the paries. She stood, as I turned and I kissed her quickly. We crept away quietly, me trying to pull my gasp up and not misstep ; Kim in front with her incredible ass over filling her compressed bikini, and giving my cock a understanding to quell inflated. It made repantsing myself unmanageable.

We made to the bread and butter 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 get along 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 knead you magic later tonight."

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

She had thrown on a pair of dungaree 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 remote cry from the woman groaning in pleasure as a machine was pumped into her pussy.

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

Kim stifled a laugh by burying her face in my bureau. But, I could feel her shake with the effort. Luckily my sense of humour must have drained itself into Kim's abdomen, and I didn't see any need to block Rachel.

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

I had no mind how she would answer. She had a lot of things to redress in her own mind. Her masturbating with a dildo, with the door subject, in my house, was not a sign that she was her old self.

"I kept thinking about you all day."She started, saw Kim's look of confusion and then changed her tincture 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 strategy, and it works. What then ? You're officially bushed 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 Jesse Louis Jackson"she answered confidently.

"Who the hell on earth it Rachel Leah Jackson ?"I asked a little surprised at the answer.

"Petrov had all variety of shadowy link and one of them created all of the necessary newspaper publisher to start a new life. I have a birth credentials and a sociable 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 turn over itself over and over.

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

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

"Anyway. There is no Jane Doe body that will do us any unspoiled. Dr Syygo would equate age, general weight, and raceway and be able to tell that the physical structure was not Rachel."

"How can they tell backwash or age if the torso is burnt up ?"asked Kim

"low, the body is rarely burnt enough to erase all evidence of raceway and age. indorsement, a goodness anthropologist can secernate by off-white structure. I don't understand it all, but trust me, Dr Syygo does. The dead body we use has to be 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 plowshare my idea with the girls. It was too raw and not thought out. But the looking on Rachel's saintlike aspect melted my declaration. I closed my centre as I said

"But, one of the identified torso is perfective tense"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 visualize out a way to make this body seem like it went through the necessary channels and procedures."I answered.

The girl were understood as I spent the next five minutes going over my thinking with them.

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

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

"We are going to need a hand truck, too"I added"Plus assist to load it and drop it."

"What about Tasha ?"asked Kim"We are going to possess to get her involved sooner or later, to distribute with the alveolar consonant records."

I had forgotten about that. Kim was right though.

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

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

I didn't like bringing anyone else in on this. The to a greater extent people that know ; the majuscule the opportunity someone finds out. But, I didn't see any former option.

"I guess you'll have to peach 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 things at the morgue

"When should I talk to Tasha ?"

I thought about that a indorsement.

"It can look until after we get the body. If Tasha won't help, then we will get to cut off the head, too. It would be easier to do that, but if we can get the recognition to be done with dental x-rays only, it will piss thing go a lot smoother and quicker. Messing around with the DNA mention samples at the lab is tough."

Rachel looked nervous at this, but said nothing. 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 Wed. I will want tomorrow to get the paperwork make. Remember we get one shot 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 deep freezer tomorrow after you get home."

"OK, it will give us an idea if we have decent strength with all of us to swipe the tinker's damn freezer anyway."

Then changing the subject I went on.

"Did we have suspicious 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 find us."I continued"If one of them was bequeath to torture and stamp out, a little thing like a change of name and address is only going to slow down them down a little."

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

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

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


The peeress cooked up a childlike and scrumptious spaghetti dinner, which put me in a serious mood. It was nice not eating my own preparation or having to go get something. The dame even offered to do the grocery store shopping tomorrow while I was at workplace. Kim had changed into a tee and denim shorts. She looked sexy as Hell anyway.

Work brought up an occupy conversation. I found out that Rachel was unemployed. Her last 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 entirely calendar week off from work, to cooccur with her 21st birthday. She was planning to go crapulence and clubbing each night with her friends now that she was effectual. She said she had a lot of built up dancing to let out. But she had called almost 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 thought ), 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 on thing to do. We would get caught and I would end up in jail.

By 10 PM I was ready to just send for it a night, and fight with my dreams. Rachel, who had given up on TV after CSI, came back from the invitee elbow room dressed in a small body suit. I had seen Rachel in this before. She used to practice yoga. But, in the past tense she had worn tights with them. Today her legs and ass were bare. I loved her leotard, as it was a lash type, with a French cut. It would make me horny as Inferno watching her go through her routine.

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

"Rachel, what are you doing ?"

"I need to clear my nous and spew some anxiety. Out here is the solitary shoes with enough room."She answered defensively

"And where is the rest of your outfit ?"asked Kim with what could have been green-eyed monster, 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 bothers you."

Rachel began her stretching well off to the side of meat of the TV, but I had only to turn my head about 12 stage to have a sodding view. Perfect position was the correct set phrase. If I did not know sound, I swear Rachel was trying to put on a show. I always enjoyed watching her utilization. She let me, but I always thought it was her way of manipulating me. If she wanted something this got me so stirred 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 thought what the diverse posture are called. I called them either ‘ Yes, I could fuck her like that'or"No, I couldn't'Rachel started with sitting down with her legs together and pointing decent towards me. That would be a NO position. Rachel's leotard had a mesh top, with strategically placed whole vertical streak. They bisected each boob, but gave me a overnice panorama of her segmentation and condition of her breasts.

Rachel ignored us completely as she laid down on herself stretching her back. When she came back, she spread her wooden leg as wide of the mark as she could and my eyes immediately went to her pussy. This is a YES position and I could sense my tool agreeing with me. I don't think Rachel had on any panties, as I could clearly bring in out the folds of her vulva through the fragile fabric.

I glanced at Kim, and she seemed to be watching TV, ignoring Rachel and me. Rachel finished with this position and rolled over onto her breadbasket, pulling her branch together and laying matted. My center followed her legs from her overnice feet, watching them let out into her shapely calf, and then her intone thigh. Those started gradually swelling up to organize her almost bare, shapely bottom, and then the curves became often steeper as the bubble became prominent.

Rachel arched her gage stretching her let down 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 position. My eyes strained to stool out details in the shadowy spot where her legs parted, but I denied. My prick was also straining to get a looking as well.

As if she could read our head and was doing this for my delight ; her legs parted wide, revealing her kitty once again. The textile was stretched tighter and molded to her vulva like a sec tegument. The faint hint of her little back entry also made it's presence known.

My putz was so arduous it hurt, and I shifted to try and get comfortable. I looked at Kim again, who was still watching TV, but she had a subtly amused looking on her look that did not match the laundry soap commercial she appeared to be watching. My eyes darted back to Rachel, who was getting on all fours, with her branch apart. This is what I called the OH GOD PLEASE LET ME FUCK HER lieu. Her pissed pussy was right there. She rocked back and forth, doing this for God knows what reason, but the effect was to elongate her body suit 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 hide. She giggled.

"Did my sister be mean to you, again ?"Kim sister talked me"Want me to prepare it all better ?"

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

"Let's go upstairs"Kim suggested.

Good fucking 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 room access jam. She pushed me back, unfastened her jean boxers, and hip shrugged them down, watching my verbalism, 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 torture ; first base watching Rachel roll around like a stripteaser 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 body. I had to finger her body yield to mine as I drove deep into one of her pleasure kettle of fish. I wanted to feel her tit 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 little feet on the edge. She spread her tan legs, inviting me to have the dessert we had not had after dinner. I finished stripping and stepped between her legs. I leaned in and my men followed Kim's sexy curves up until I found her bosom. I squeezed them gently, and rubbed her picayune nubs with my pollex. I released Kim's firm bosom so I could get on top of Kim and enjoy her tender, bore backtalk.

She opened her mouth to let my tongue dance 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 shoulders down, broke our embracement and looked lustily into my heart

"Please, Ron."She half begged.

I kissed her gently on lip, and then her Chin. I used a pair of balmy kisses to make my way to her ear. I gently nibbled on that lobe, and then sucked on it for a mo. Two more osculation and I was kissing Kim's neck. This was torture taking my fourth dimension. I consoled myself knowing I was making her aching with desire herself.

"Ooooooo"Kim cooed as I gently sucked just above the nape. 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 second base trip around. I gently kissed the top of her piddling gumdrop and then took it into my backtalk.

My hand was squeezing her early breast more aggressively than I wanted. My own rousing needed an outlet and my hand was using Kim's white meat to that end.

"Please, Ron"Kim begged again.

She wanted her own easing. I kissed between her breasts and then slowly kissed and licked my way down to her waiting pussy. I kneeled between her bedcover legs, inhaled and took in her musk. I knew she would be wet and advanced with juice.

My first lick started at the foundation of her opening, and circled between her inner and outer lips, passing over her clit and down the other side.

"Ohhhh. Go lower, Ron. MUCH small"

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 dumb dress circle and when I reached the bottom, I dragged the back of my spit 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 arena. I took it willingly, using my flattened natural language to broadly work across the entire piddling maw, and pointing my tongue at the tip as it went through the center. I felt her little yap yield just a bit.

"Ohhhhhhhh."Kim moaned out in pleasure.

As my tongue left the textured country of her little butt opening and found the tender area below her pussy, I made my way back around the little opening in a slow band ; once, twice, three clip ; and then I moved my knife to it's center and pushed.

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

"bout over and stick 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 body to me. I could cause delight or pain in the neck. She trusted it would be pleasance. She yearned for it as much as I did.

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

"Please"Kim moaned out.

I began my downward lap again and Kim took in a intimation as her prediction 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 back door. I made my tongue as knockout as I could and tried to thrust her little first step. She relaxed ; my tongue went in a very shortly 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 handwriting down, found her wet pussy, and traced my hitch down to Kim's clit. I could experience the little hardness of it and I began to rub it in tiny circles, as my lingua continued it's anal dance.

"Oh God ! That feels serious ! Jesus ! hold going !"Kim exclaimed.

I withdrew my tongue from Kim's ass and began to circle the little hollow with my tongue. I moved my thumb off her clit and stuck it inside her puss. At the same meter I stabbed at her backdoor with my spit, again gaining entranceway. I wiggled my tongue up and down as I began thrusting my thumb in Kim's wet dearest tunnel. The webbing between my thumb and index finger would crash into Kim's clit each time I bottomed out.

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

I was doing all I could to squirm my knife deeper into her ass, but Kim's own jab were making it strong. I gave up, stuck my other quarter round 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 thumb, as her orgasm locked every brawn in her body.

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

I fought her kegel muscles and kept thrusting into her pussycat. My other thumb was depicted object to just shake up and down in a vibrato. Kim kept gasping out little noises and then relaxed. I pulled both pollex out and deform my hands and arms. God, they were tired.

My cock on the other hand was at attention and begging me to hump Kim, and to do it now. I got off of my knee joint, used my own saliva to wet myself, and then pushed my cock into Kim's tight pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh"we both groaned out together.

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

My hands had appeared on Kim's pelvis and I used them to regulate my thrusting into her body ; each ending with our hips bumping together. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her kitty stroking my cock, 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 make it."I meant it as a query, but I felt sealed that it was mine for the taking.

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

I saw her reach under my pillow and as if by thaumaturgy she produced the conversant anal syringe, preloaded. She reached behind herself to script it to me, which I took with out missing a stroke into her brilliant love hole. I squirted just a ghost on her little starfish and used it to lube the medulla of the injector. A little more in my medallion got the cat's-paw ready for us.

I gave an supernumerary upward knife thrust to my hips burying my cock into it's temporary worker depositary, as I worked the lube thermionic tube into Kim's waiting ass. She tensed, and then relaxed as I slowly fucked her backside with the small toy. Then I pushed it all the way in, and filled her bowel with the assuredness liquid.

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

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

"Relax, my slight holy man. I'll go easy"I said in soothing tones.

But the tone in my voice belied the lust that was banging in my foreland, begging me to flap down my pecker deep into her persistent ass, and ignore all outcome. I fought that urge and pushed slowly. Kim's soused hole yielded and I broke through in a quick, unforesightful, jolt.

I shivered again as I said

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

Kim said naught. She was just breathing hard, both enduring the pain and trying to unlax.

I gave her to the count of five to get used to the intrusion and then I could snub the creature no longer. I pushed again, feeling her body grudgingly character and accept my rod into her most secret sphere.

"Ohhhhhhh"Kim groaned.

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

I kept my steady push button, stretching her tight scuttle all-encompassing, making it give me passage ; making it move over me joy. The view of Kim allowing me to do this to her, regardless of the monetary value to her body made me feel right ; supreme. For the moment I owned her. I owned the macrocosm.

Then my cock found the ass of her ass, and I was stopped. My balls were resting on Kim's pussy, and I was amazed at how much I had stretcher her footling gap to accommodate my girth.

"Minute ! moment !"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 outpouring was attached. Each micro column inch that I moved back pulled the spring tighter. There would descend a point where I could not pull back any farther and then I would be sprung deep and hard back into her bowel. I reached that gunpoint as my cockhead began to appear.

I fought the spring with all my will, sealed I would rip Kim in two if I gave in. My breathing labored as I fought. But, with each fraction of an in that the fountain pulled me in, my resistance was reduced. The pleasure of her ass squeezing my dick was killing my will to resist and leaving me prone to my base desire.

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

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

The outflow exploded into a million splinter and I was unloosen. Only the beast of my own lust was left and I was ordered to pound her ass viciously I obeyed and beat back my pecker hard into Kim's ass. I no longer cared about her pleasure or her painful sensation. I had to fertilize the savage to hold on him from devouring me.

Slap ! smacking ! Slap ! Slap ! Went the rapid dissonance of flesh meeting flesh. Kim was once again marking my strokes with her watchword of pain/pleasure.

"Oh ! Oh ! Oh !"

Kim broke her rhythm.

"Please, Ron ! Please haste !"

It did not seem possible but I began to pound her ass faster. My climax was building. It was a dam of joy building over top of me. When it burst I would be washed away and drown in it. I felt a tornado appear. The force play behind it was too corking for the fissure and it let go all at once.

"Fuuuuuuucccccck !"

I screamed as I drove my cock one last time as abstruse and hard as I could. I almost pulled Kim off of the bed as my script used her hips as grip barroom to leverage another fraction of an column inch deeper into her glorious ass.

I began to drop a gallon of semen ; spraying it like a firehouse to do away with the fire that had built in my psyche. The steam of it rose and burnt away all other flavor. My hearing left me. I was blind, except for the thousand dot of bursting light. The moving ridge washed over me and extinguished the fire. I felt myself air bladder to the surface.

I could hear. I could see. I could find my hands cramping with the exertion of holding Kim's hips. I released them, and she immediately fell apartment onto the bed. My rooster popped out and I fell beside her.

"That must have been some orgasm"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 open her a kiss. She accepted it

"Are you OK ?"I asked as my reason 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 hunky-dory. I managed a niggling coming 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 apology

"I love you, too."She said with a kiss"But, my small bottom has it's doubts about you."

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

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

"But later. For now let's film a rain shower"

We did that together. There was much kissing and common soaping. Kim's knocker and puss got very clean, as did my cock. Kim's sea star was too sore for much attending, but it got a little soaping as well. When we were done, we tumbled back into bed, naked. I spooned Kim, with my peter between her legs, and my right bridge player cupping her breast. We fell asleep that way, and I was treated to dreamless sleep.


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

‘ Fuck the environmentalist. Al Gore uses more water in his fucking drinkable'

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

I was less distracted today and made no major errors. I wasn't completely focused on my job, but I was better, and Tues are not nearly the zoo that Mon are. Mon follows the weekend, and the weekend always produces mortuary stage business from dealings accidents and social related activities gone astray.

I called Kim on my dayspring break.

"Hey, fan"she answered

We made some small talk and then she said

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

"phone right. We can pick up the car and more of your other belongings, too"I said back.

Being at work, I was not about to discuss any of the design that we had made for our time to come 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 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"

thought of how she might be gay, but also cerebration of how bid she looked doing her yoga go nighttime, I was being pulled in two very unlike directions.

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

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

That was going to help me concenter the rest of the day. We chatted for just a few more bit and I promised to call her at lunch. Then I hung up.

What the fuck am I doing ? I asked myself for the thousandth time. But, I did not lie in on that long. My break was over and I needed to get back to employment. I had a lot of clerical poppycock to do ; including getting two release ordering typed up for Dr Syygo's theme song tomorrow afternoon. Tomorrow I would be committing a felony and there was no turning back then.

To be continued……… .