I lead a gracious dull living. That's the way I like it. I don't need any big heights, and I hope that is balanced out by not having the big first gear either. I have a right job ; I'm assistant Coroner at the county morgue. It's far from glamorous, but it pays the note. I drive a nice car, and I can go a little each year.

Not that I have anyone to jaunt with. I'm recently divorced. We just signed the composition last-place month. God, was that bitterness. Rachel and I had been married for five old age ; no tike, thank God. But, it got ugly over the assets. It wasn't like there were a lot of those. We had almost no equity in our house, thanks to the burst housing bubble ; two nearly paid for elevator car ; and we each had a retirement account.

I'm just happy I was in burster of our money. I'd had kept Rachel on a budget, vetoed the idea of getting a huge theater, an adjustable interest pace mortgage, and I had not allowed course credit card debt. Rachel fucking hated that. She came from a family that spent money, regardless of possessing it or not. Their credit placard were always maxed out ; they changed machine every other year, and lived in a house they couldn't afford. She thought we should live the same way.

I guess some of that was my fault. I always treated her like a queen regnant, giving her present tense, taking her out as often as I could, and spending any supererogatory money I had on her. You couldn't blame me, though. Rachel is a fucking smasher. She's the hot blonde right out of exchange casting. Five-five, tight fig, unadulterated c-cup boobs, a really skillful nates, and the side of an angel. She really looked like she belonged in the movies.

I had no idea what she saw in me. I'm good looking enough ; above average if I wanted to risk being called stuck up. But, Rachel is at least a footstep or two above me. When we were dating I was in heaven with her on my arm. The hombre would stare at her and then take care at me. When they stared at me, I knew what they were thinking. ‘ Him ? What's she see in him ?'

Yeah, that was nice. But, I had to wreak to finally get to enjoy that body of hers. She always said she was saving herself for marriage. I eventually wore her down, and the final few months before the wedding we had sex a few multiplication. At the time I thought it was great. I came to actualize she was never saving herself for the honeymoon bed ; she hated sex.

The fighting began on our honeymoon. She claimed she was tired and didn't want to have sex. Are you kidding me ? This was supposed to be one of the most exceptional nighttime of our lives and she was going to watch TV ? She eventually relented, but she did little more than lay there until I was done.

It didn't get a lot better. I'm a red blooded male and I expect sex from my wife. It was a unremitting conflict to get it once a week. It was frustrating especially when I would expend the week ogling her delicious body, seeing her raw in the shower, or just getting dressed. She would take me wild just vacuuming the room wearing jeans. Oh, trusted, If she wanted something ; like an expensive dress, she would turn on the charm, score me, and usually get what she wanted. That sex always put me on cloud nine and those sentence became the highlighting of my life.

They were also few and far between. I'm not a miser. Not even close. I do my part to help the American economy, but I just refuse to over-extend myself. My parents did that. wellspring, Dad mostly. Mom was the responsible one. Dad would bring plate useless convenience, like an automatic spud stripper, all the fourth dimension. They eventually had to adjudge bankruptcy, back when I was still in high school day. I was embarrassed for them, and even though they tried to hide it, I knew they were both, especially Dad, ashamed over it.

Not long after, we found Dad dead, in his bed. The postmortem examination said accidental death by tab and spirits. I always wondered. Dad drank, and he took painkillers for an old injury from his Army years. But, he knew the danger. He lectured me once when the dentist gave me a ethical drug for Vicoden, after having a Wisdom tooth pulled.

"Now don't you go out drinking, while you're taking those pills. That's a for certain way to get dead."He told me.

Yeah, I always wondered if it was really an stroke. Maybe we all did, but no one said a word.

You can see why I watch my money. Rachel didn't get it. We fought constantly over the money. She would see a few dollar sign in our savings account and would want to blow it. My protests of needing it in slip something happening were always answered with.

"You worry too much. We're Loretta Young ; we need to have fun."

It never mattered that I was right. She wrecked her car, and that wiped out our savings with the medical deductable and getting her car fixed. She healed up fine. She hated that I was right about the money, and sex was out of the inquiry while she convalesced.

It wasn't long after that we called it quits. It was her idea. She got a lawyer, paid for with our money. I had to get one, too. We went back and Forth River for calendar month. She demanded alimony, even though we both worked and she had a effective job. She wanted a piece of my small 401 ( k ). She wanted me to pay off her personal deferred payment cards. Finally, I gave in and signed over all interest in our house ; the only asset we had of value and she signed the papers.

I was liberate. I have seen her just once since then ; hanging on the arm of some lawyer-type. I almost felt sorry for him.

Tonight, I have a little excitement planned. Today is Kimmy's 21st natal day. Kimmy is Rachel's lilliputian baby ; the ‘ homely sister'as she calls herself. Rachel has Playboy aspect. Her babe, Kimmy, is the fille next door. Her body is on par with her babe's ; maybe a little small-scale in the bureau and slightly flat hips, but still very pretty. It was just hard to stand up to Rachel, and Kimmy hated living in her Sister's shadow.

I walked into society Regina, where Kimmy and a few champion were gathering. I wasn't sure I was going to love this ; as I only knew Kimmy's Friend on a"Hi, How are ya"fundament. And, I figured Rachel would be there. That could get awkward. But, I really liked Kimmy. She is fun, smart, and loved life.

It was dark in the club so it took me quite awhile to find the Kimmy. She saw me first and started waving frantically. I walked over and found her 6-top tabular array filled with her, three other young woman, and Rachel. I gave a perfunctory nod to Rachel, who did the same, as Kimmy threw her blazonry around me and gave me a very aggressive candy kiss. It took me a indorse to recapture my wittiness as I returned her wet, lusty, osculation.

When we broke apart, her girl were grinning ; Rachel was glaring.

"What was that for ?"I asked surprised.

"It's my birthday. All birthday girls get kissed"she replied, but that answer seemed well scant of the intensity of that kiss.

This could be an concern night I thought, and accepted Kimmy's invitation to take the remaining seat. Kim re-introduced me to her three girlfriend champion, all of which I had met. low gear there were the twin baby, Karen and Sharon. They weren't identical, and I could never see any class resemblance. Karenic was blond with low eyes. Sharon had brown hair and dark eyes. The early noblewoman was Tasha, a pretty red-head, and Kimmy's best friend.

The waitress came by for my drunkenness order. I was going to have beer. The rest looked like they might be close, so I offered to buy a round.

"peeress, do you all need another. This is a political party"I said.

Kimmy was almost aegir. Her girlfriend agreed. Rachel glared.

"Another Patrick White zin, Rach ?"I asked politely.

"I'm fine."She replied rather coldly. Her tone did not go unnoticed by everyone else. But I did not fight it. We were here to celebrate and I was going to do my intimately not to ruin it for Kimmy.

A song from Whitesnake came on and Kimmy grabbed me by the paw and started to drag me out to the dance floor.

"Wait ! Wait !"I complained"I need to pay for the drinks."

I quickly dug into my wallet found $ 50 and handed it to Tasha.

"Tasha, Can you please take concern of them for me ?"I asked"Tip her a few bucks, too."

"Ok, but you owe me a dance."Tasha replied.

My arm was nearly pulled out of it's socket, as Kimmy led me to the terpsichore story.

"What is it, 80's night or something ?"motioning up toward the music

"I guess !"Kimmy shouted"I like it though"

We gyrated and danced to the song. I could not help discover how good Kimmy looked. She was wearing nasty jean that showed off the curves of her body. She was being a effective girl and had on a bra, but that did not prevent her breasts from bouncing, heaving and capturing my care. When I looked up from checking her out she was looking at me, smiling, as if to say ‘ Gotcha ’. I felt my face go hot.

The song ended and sweetness Child of Mine by heavy weapon and Roses came on. This song was less energetic and we spent way too much time looking into each other's eye. When it ended she eased into my coat of arms and gave me another late candy kiss, which I eagerly returned. I was still confused, but I couldn't help osculate her back. Her candy kiss was hot, drive, and was meant to Sudanese pound plate a point beyond ‘ Thanks for the dance."Part of me understood that point, and I felt an erection start to grow. I broke off the kiss.

"Kimmy, mass are going to stare"I said grinning, but not taking my limb from around her.

"Yes, I know. It isn't often they see a cleaning woman as strikingly handsome as I am."She said with a grin.

I rolled my center and lead her back to the table. The drinks had arrived and I nearly drained mine with the first foresighted pull. I noticed Rachel had not warmed up to me at all, and was staring daggers at me. We talked for a few Song dynasty, telling storey, and Kim flirting with me seemingly non-stop.

The medicine era changed as Lady Gaga's fire hook facial expression came on. Tasha got up, grabbed my hand and said.

"prison term to pay up. This is my favorite Song dynasty"

I had no intent of saying no, either to paying my debt or to ogle Tasha as she moved on the trading floor. Tasha was small, about 5'2 ”. Maybe a smidgen heavy, but that only made her ass spirit really courteous. I already mentioned her flowing red head of hair, which hung down to her shoulders, and accented her twinkle Green eyes. She probably had C-cup bosom, but they looked larger on her low skeletal system. Tasha is very pretty and I could say from the table chit-chat, that she was easygoing to spill to. That was hard on the terpsichore floor, but I tried anyway.

Tasha moved with a social dancer's grace and I complimented her one it. She said that she taken some dance classes, but she has a bad knee joint and had to give it up. We danced a little more, and Tasha leaned in.

"You know, Kimmy really likes you."

I wasn't sure how to get hold of that, and Tasha picked up on my confusion and went on.

"I think she has a thing for you. Ya bang, now that you are divorced and everything"

"Ya, divorced from her baby"I added

Tasha just raised her eyebrows and shrugged.

"So, why are you telling me this ?"I said

"I really like Kimmy. She's a good friend."And then she added"And you're kinda dense."

I laughed out loud at this as the terpsichore ended. I opened my arms and gave Tasha a hug.

"Thanks for the dance……and the head up"I said

We walked back and sat down. I finished my beer and miracle of miracles the waitress appeared.

"Anyone else need another ?"I offered

Kimmy and the twins decided they were dry, Tasha was nursing her's, and Rachel gave me the expression I used to get when I she wasn't getting her way.

"C'mon, Ron ! Dance with us"the twins said in unison.

‘ Fuck'I thought. I was getting hackneyed. But, when pretty woman want your attention…..

"Tasha ?"I sang out her name and gave her some cash. She just smiled as the girls lead me out by each helping hand.

We danced an energetic version of Nazareth's Hair of the Dog, but Karen and Sharon seemed much more interested in each other than me. I variety of felt like a property, but whatever. It was fun. We all sang along to the chorus over and over again.

‘ Now you're messin'with a son of a bitch'

When the song was done they both gave me a big hug, and Karen added a mess on the cheek.

The three of us sat down. I wiped my brow, and exhaled. The new round of drinking appeared about the time my heart rate dropped to 100, and I took another foresighted pull.

"You think you're the shit."Rachel hissed at me.

Before I could even compose an answer much LE say anything, Rachel got up and stormed off.

"What'd I do ?"I looked around dumbstruck.

"You married her, you divorced her, and then you fucked her little babe"Kimmy said with a pixilated grin.

"What are you talking about ? We've never had sex"and then looking at the early noblewoman, I repeated, more earnestly

"We've never had sex !"

They all had the Saame smirk on their human face, like the joke was on me. Kimmy and I have flirted shamelessly for the finish five geezerhood. She was a gangly fifteen year old when I started dating her sister. There was sexual tension between us for age, especially when it was observable that things weren't working out between Rachel and me. But, we had never even kissed.

I would be lying if I told you I never thought of Kimmy, sexually. She is a beauty herself. Late in our union if I needed a fancy to serve relief myself when Rachel wouldn't ; Kimmy's face and body would stand in. She was an easy mortal to like. She is personable and odoriferous, with just a touch of squawk thrown in. She is smarting and has a great horse sense of humor.

Her wit is something to behold. I once watched in awe as she called another girl a

‘ pant hounding gutter-snipe, with the lesson of an back street cat, a syphilitic crotch, all tied together by psychotic belief of adequacy."

The young woman had made a pass at her then boyfriend, and left in tears. I laughed at her later about it, and almost got my own going-over, before she realized I was not mocking her.

Now, though ? I had not thought about women in general for various calendar month, to the lowest degree of all Kimmy. I damn near forgot about her birthday, I was so focused on getting out of my marriage. What was she up to ? I thought I was about to chance out when she almost shouted

"It's about time."

As the piano intro for All my life story by K-Ci and JoJo came over the speech sound system, Kimmy took me by the hand and led me out to the dancing floor and poured herself into my arms. Kimmy is much short than my 6 fundament height ; maybe coming in at 5'4 ”. ‘ Dynamite in belittled computer software"was the phase that often sprang to heed.

I took in her smell, as she rested her head on my shoulder joint ; her rose flowered shampoo, and the undertones of her elusive aroma. I could sense her breasts puppy love against my chest and that thought started to get me aroused, again.

Needing a misdirection I tried to verbalise'

Kimmy.."I started, but she interrupted without moving her head from it's rest patch.

"Call me Kim. Kimmy is a little girl's name.'and then she pulled back a full step.

"Do I look like a little girl to you ?"she said more serious than I thought she ever would ask that question.

"Noooo."I said drawing that out, and looking her from head to toe.

She was wearing a simple, pragmatic getup of jeans and a perspirer. Both were pissed than they needed to be, showing off the alluring fop of her white meat and the shapeliness of her hips and stage. She came back to me satisfied.

"What was that about us sleeping together ?"I asked very interested in the response

"I told Rachel that I was going to have you tonight."she purred as she nuzzled back into my chest.

I pushed her back, shocked.

"You said what ?"I exclaimed much too loudly.

I don't know what I expected her reaction to be to that, but binge and a hideaway to the doorway was definitely not it. I chased right behind her, caught her by the arm, and she wrenched away.

"Kimmy !"Then catching myself and starting over more in ascendancy."Kim, please talk to me."

She stopped, turned, looked down still crying, but holding her primer coat.

"I'm sorry. You just watch me by surprisal. No admiration Rachel was so pissy towards me"

"sniff…Why do you have a nookie what my precious big sis thinks, anyway ?"Kim snapped at me angrily.

A thousand reasonableness seem to inundate into my mind. But logic defeated them all in minute. I smiled at her and said.

"I guess I don't"

"Then am I not goodness enough ; not pretty enough for you ?"she snapped again.

"C'mon Kim, you know you are pretty. Why would you even think that ?"I answered

A shrug of the shoulder joint as she looked at her shoes was the only answer I got.

"You just caught me by surprise. That's all. I think you are very pretty and I really delight being with you."I said sincerely

Kim looked up, but did not reckon totally convinced.

"Really, you're fun to be around. You just watch me by surprise. You know what a beef Rachel can be. I guess I'm still on guard."I continued.

"Can we go finish our dance ? I'd really like that."I said and then added with a little hilarity"I didn't get a chance to take hold of your ass."

That got a grin from her. Kim had actually done that to me at my wedding reception. We were in the middle of a retard dance, and she dropped one deal and filled it with my butt. She giggled when I about came out of my skin.

But, then the thought of the marriage ceremony reception reminded me of something else

"How are you and Rachel doing after……"I let the interrogation stalling out.

Kim and Rachel's parents had been killed six months ago, in a dealings stroke. Kim still lived in the family place. Rachel had moved back in after the divorce. They both needed someone to lean on, plus the placard had to be paid. I led her back to the terpsichore floor. She answered me as we walked back.

"OK, I guess. The big pain and shock is passed. Now we are just dealing with the bills. We will likely birth to sell the house."She said with an air of resignation.

Kim pulled me in tight and I did not resist. The dance was nearly over so we just swayed slowly holding each other ; feeling each former's warmth and the emotion of the dance. The song ended and we held each for an extra second and then she pulled back, taking my hand with her.

"You forgot to take hold of my ass."She said with a smirk.

"I'll catch it later. I'm going to let the expectation kill you."I smirked back.

We were back to the tabular array in moments. Then I heard Tasha say.

"Welllll, I've got be going. reckon how lately it is."she smiled and glanced at her sound"It's almost 9:30"and then she gave an exaggerated yawn.

Karen and Sharon did the same matter, grinning at me, as they gathered their things.

"Very late."said Sharon.

"Nearly morning."echoed Karen

Tasha might think I'm dense but even pig atomic number 26 isn't as dense as I'd have to be to not cull up on what was going on.

"And I supposed you're not tired in the least, Kimmy"giving her a little verbal tweak by using her juvenile name.

She ignored that, but said

"Nope, I'm drunk. You have to ride me home."

I rolled my eyes and then hugged each of the departing ladies auf wiedersehen. With that Kim and I walked out to my car.

"That was so totally lame."I said

"It worked"she said smugly

"I'm really driving, though. No need to tempt fate."

Two beers on my 210 pound skeletal frame was not going to deflower me near as much as whatever Kim had tried to ward off with her 105 lbs. She did not argue. We rode to her house in silence, marked only by her insistence ( I did not mind ) to hold my right script as we traveled. My bucket backside, much to her annoyance did not let her to sit close.

I had knew what was going to happen when I got Kim home. She wasn't exactly being subtle. But, it was happening so fast. Should I kip with her ? I mean she's a slight sot ; I don't want to submit advantage of her. It's not like I don't want to ; Kim is very pretty and I haven't had sex in month. Would I be leading her on, if I do ? Hell, would I be leading her on catamenia ? Do I love her ? Did I love her Sister ? How much Ellen Price Wood would a Marmota monax chuck if a groundhog could vomit would ? Fuck, I don't know.

We pulled in the driveway, and I still had no estimation what to say or not to say, or anything. But, I followed dutifully and walked in behind Kim. The room access closed and we sat down on the couch. Kim leaned over, put her arms around me, and pulled me in for a kiss. She pulled back a few inch, and said

"So, are you going to have me any trouble ?"

I just stared stupidly at her, not knowing how I was going to answer. She added more soft osculation and then continued

"I think I've made it clear what I want, so am I gon na get golden ?'she said in a whole step that was both easygoing and insistent at the Same fourth dimension.

"Kim, I had no idea you even thought of me this way."I blurted out.

"Tasha's right, you are dense."said Kim with an browned off sigh as she pulled back

"fountainhead, I mean I knew…figured out…thought you were acting…tonight"I fumbled.

"I have been flirting with you and trying to get you to note me for nearly six years"she said with a hint of fire.

"I noticed you."I said softly and truthfully."I noticed you."

"Yeah, right. With my model-hot sister shining like the sun, you couldn't even see me, let alone placard me."

"I used to think of you when I would fantasize"I said without thinking

"Fantasize ?"she said perking up with a very impish grin.

She knew what I meant, and was daring me to say it. I could sense myself blush.

"Are you telling me, that you had my moving-picture show star sis in the house and when you would buck off, you thought of me ?"she said amused.

I blushed deeper, but could not lend myself to even nod my drumhead.

"What a waste material. You could have been living those fantasies"she said lustily and looking me suddenly in the eye.

Those ten words hung for just a second and then we both moved towards each other. Kim's kiss came to me almost as an attack. I met her with equal passion. There had been enough stimulation in the hold out one-half decade. She knew what she wanted, and so I was going to give it to her.

My hands went for her sweater, but she beat me by half a beat, and pulled it over her head. The superfluous few seconds to expect for Kim to remove her bra were too many. I needed to see her tits. I hungered to try out her fruit. I longed to palpate her pap harden in my mouth. I reached under her breasts, yanked her bra over them and took her nub into my lip. Kim's breast was firm, inviting, and I mauled her other melon vine as I teased her nipple into a mingy cherry.

Kim jumped at my aggressive action, recovered, released her now useless bra, and unfastened her dungaree. I grudging released her white meat, so I could uncase. My clothes were gone in an instant, and I pulled Kim to me and kissed her passionately, our tongues dancing, and each of us moaning our lust as we pawed at each other.


I kissed Kim into the lounge, and I worked my torso between her willingly parted legs. I was so finale to taking her. My lips moved from hers to her impudence, and then her neck. I nibbled, sucked, and kissed.

"Ohhh, God."Kim moaned out as I kissed my way down to her white meat, which pouted gently, and begged for my attention.

I took one hand and moved it above her head, earning a puzzled looking. The 2d hand followed.

"You are not allowed to move those hands."I told her with a wry smile, and I kissed my way down her taut middle to her easy pubic mound.

Kim parted her legs wider, giving my unfettered access to her neatly trimmed puss. I was greeted by the musk of her foreplay and the glistening of her swollen vulva.

"Mmmmmmmm"Kim moaned in anticipation.

Rachel had never been this willing in her life, and I dove in. I started at the bottom of her dripping nook and dragging my natural language from the top of her little rosebud, through her wet lips and ending as my natural language slathered over her clit.

"Ohhhhhhh"Kim moaned softly.

I traced her labia back down one side, and gave her another slow salt lick up, once again caressing her love pea with my tongue.

"Ohhhhhhh"Kim moaned a fiddling louder.

Kim started to pitch as I licked again, tracked back down, and licked again.

After several laps around her slit, Kim began to tense with anticipation, as I approached her clit, so I gave it my undivided attending. I licked around it, swirling my tongue, and then using my rim to agitate up the small exhaust hood to subject her love clitoris to my oral assault.

"Ohh ! Ohhh ! Kim groaned out

I took her little passion button between my back talk and massaged it with my lips imagining I was chewing it. I got the response I was hoping for as Kim took in a quick breath and let it out in ragged breathing space. I released it, licked all around it, and then took it back in between my mouth and began to hum with it there.

"Fffffffuck !"she cried out as her hands came down and squeeze my face into her quaking slit, and I felt her branch tense.

I did my best to lick, hum, and suck as she climaxed once, maybe twice, and then she relaxed and let me breathe.

"Happy natal day"I said as I came up for air.

"Shut up and fuck me."Kim said lustily.

Kim joined me on floor and got on all quadruplet

"Do me from behind ! Fuck me hard !"

The pile of Kim on her hands and knee, vulnerable, offering herself to me, made me remember all of the times I took her in my dreams ; all the times I buried myself deep into her sexual love tunnel, and the excitement I felt when I climaxed by my own mitt. I was about to live that and my tool was so hard it hurt.

I moved in behind her, but could not balk feeling her ass. It was like the residue of her youthful body ; firm, enticing, arousing. I moved my hands all over it, kneading the orb and caressing her hips. My hands followed them to her waist, getting a billow of Adrenalin as I thought how it would feel to use her hip as a lever to drive myself thick into her pussy. I could not believe this was happening. I wanted it to go on forever. I wanted it to end now. I wanted to be free of the tension that was building.

My hands left Kim's waist and they reached underneath to retrieve her free breasts. I kneaded them slowly, feeling how heavy they were ; how firm, and how tight the nipples had constricted. I ground my pelvis into hers, trying to erase just a piddling of my defeat, but there was only one way out.

"Please, Ron."Kim begged hotly.

She needed me, too. Kim was breathing deeply and pushing back to me ; offering herself ; begging for me to bottom her pussy, and bring her another climax.

I rubbed my pecker inside her, testing, teasing, and then I pushed it in firmly, feeling her mingy pussy grudgingly division to accept me. I took in a bass breath as my full measure was lost inside her and then shivered in modest rilievo and a deepening hunger

"Ohhhhhh. Yeah."Kim added as I began to slowly lie with her tight slit.

I moved in and out slowly, savoring the way her pussy milked my tool. This added more H2O to the tide building behind me, forcing me to move faster. I was rapidly losing control. My lust and hunger were taking control.

My pace quickened and it fed on itself. Each driving force in sent a jolt of pleasure that would fritter and demand another. The faster I went ; the louder my lust yelled for more. Then I realized it wasn't all lust that I was hearing.

"Yes, Ron ! shag me ! Harder ! Harder !'

The girl in my fantasy was begging to be pounded harder, driving my sexual tension to new heights. I was getting close and I was no longer in control. I could not contain now. I used Kim's rosehip to drive her back into me as I stabbed deeper and harder. The collision was violent. I might be hurting her, I could not tell, but I could not stop. I had to cum. I had to give birth relief

scissure formed in the wall resisting my climax, and Kim's net yell of pleasure shattered it and I began to explode inside her.

"Awwwwwwwwww !

I yelled above Kim's own shouts, as my pelvic girdle locked into hers and I poured my love juice into her constricting pussy. I felt myself spurt once, twice, and then a third clock time, surely sending a congius of liquidity in to her bantam hole. I viciously pulled Kim's coxa into mine and felt the flowage of pleasure wash over me, take me, and drive all other thought away. I shivered, convulsed, and saw little black smirch, as I was drowned in the sense.

Sanity oozed it's way back and I felt myself breathe again. I relaxed and as my vitals began to determine back into normal range, I became aware again. Kim was breathing deeply, trying to regain her own calmness. Her face was turned sideways, eyes closed, and her nerve on the carpet. She looked content and happy.

I looked around for something to clean ourselves, as Kim opened her oculus, met mine, and smiled happily, maybe with a feeling of superfluity. I saw a Kleenex box on a nearby stand. My muted organ melted out of Kim. I got up and retrieved the tissue so we could denigrate the staining of the carpeting.

Kim got up too and I heard her say

"Owwwwww ! That hurt's"

Oh, shag. I thought. I hurt her ! God, I'm such a fucking idiot ! I pounded and pounded, without thinking. I was so selfish and she's hurt ! I tore her ! Fuck ! She'll hate me ! Now we are going to have to go to the emergency brake room, and Kim will give birth to excuse what happened and how it happened, and who did it to her ! It will probably be in the papers ! and bullshit, what will Rachel say ?

"What's damage ? !"I asked excitedly

"I got rug burn on my knees."She said examining the red marks.

"Totally Worth it."Kim said as she pulled me into her and gave me a long, passionate kiss.

"I..I didn't scathe you ? I thought I got, you know, a little carried away."I said relieved.

Kim chuckled and said.

"I'm not name of drinking glass ! You were great !"

I let out a sigh of rest and pulled her in for a hug, feeling her firm breasts crush against me.

"shower bath ?"Kim offered


"Oh, Yeah"I said grinning

We look a farseeing hot shower, where we had sex again and I enjoyed soaping her ripe body. I made sure that her breasts got very clean, soaping them various times and licking soap from her teat making both them and my own cock hard. The water eventually turned cold and chased us into her bed for the night.



The next sunrise we were awakened by the speech sound of Kim's bedroom door being slammed. We woke with a scratch line, looked up, and saw Rachel standing there looking pissed.

"Aren't you done violating my babe, yet ? Rachel spat angrily.

"Rachel, Get out of my room !'yelled Kim

I got out of bed and looked for my underwear to draw on. I'm not shy and it's not like Rachel had never seen me naked.

"I just needed to see if you went through with it."Rachel said bitterly, and walked out

God, I knew that was coming. I had hoped to put it off awhile. Rachel was always jealous. God knows why. She attracts manly tending like flowers attract bees. It was region of the marriage I never got used to. Guys would flirt constantly with her ; and it didn't thing if I was there or not. I trusted Rachel, so I tried to blow it off. But, God forbid another woman looks crossways at me. She had snapped at Kim countless fourth dimension for being implicative. Her own Sister ! Whatever.

Kim and I threw on our clothes. I didn't like that. Kim looked very honest naked and I had enjoyed seeing every curve of her body. Her upturned, pouting titty ; her stark legs ; the delicate lines of her bare berm, the gentle flare of her hip, and the pronounced dandy of her shapely bottom. I was actually getting aroused as she moved around getting dressed. Kim noticed me watching her and said

"What ?"

"You're beautiful."I said like it had just dawned on me.

She rolled her centre

"Took you foresighted enough."She said with a smile and buttoned her jeans.

Rachel was downstairs in the livelihood room, sitting in a professorship when we came down. We plopped down on the couch.

"Why are you doing this to me ?'Rachel said, to me, with much less anger than before.

I took in a breath about to launch into a prospicient explanation as to why I enjoyed being with Kim, explaining that she was fun and how our personalities meshed well, when Kim beat me to the punch.

"Rachel, what the fuck are you talking about ? get-go, I practically raped Ron last nighttime. I went after him."

I was going to object to the rapine part. As I recall, I was pretty bequeath. But, Kim did not look like she was in the mood for sense of humour.

"Second, YOU divorced him. YOU got a attorney. YOU filed the papers. YOU decided you and Ron did not work. YOU ! Rachel. So where the fuck do you get off claiming to be some god damn victim ?"

This was a shot across Rachel's bow. Rachel had fallen prey to Kim's tongue on more than one social occasion. She was not Kim's peer when it came to psyche and wit. Rachel was no silent person, but she knew where her limits were. Kim had fired the first verbal salvo, and if Rachel decided to fire back, it would not be pretty. I swallowed and sank back a bit.

"screw it"Rachel said, but did not get up"I hope you two are happy as hell."

She did not vocalize like she was happy for us.

"Besides, I didn't really wake you for this. You two are going to help me."Rachel said very affair of factly ; like it had been decreed by God himself.

I could feel my temper start to simmer. naught peeing me off quicker than being told what to do. Even in a work environment. I always chafed under a boss who said"Do this ... Do that."My current boss, the medical examiner, Dr. Syygo, asked for anything that needed done. It was like I had a choice. Even though we both knew I didn't. It was just more genteel, more civilized. Rachel knew this and was pushing my buttons. I found my voice before Kim, this time.

"Rachel, you don't recite me what to do, anymore. I'm not your husband and I don't have to even listen to what you want, let alone do it."I growled at her.

Kim just nodded curtly at her as if to say ‘ What he said."

"Petrov and I…"Rachel started but was cut short by Kim

"Boris ? ! You want us to facilitate him ? What does he need, a green wag ?"snapped Kim

"His figure is Petrov"said Kim snootily,"And, yes, he is part of this. Actually he is virtually of this"she said, again in that tone of dictum, turning up the flaming heating system my temper.

"What exactly are we supposed to assist you with ?"ask Kim, chafe mixed with curiosity.

"You are going to help Petrov and I move"Said Rachel using the Sami tone, and further pissing me off. She seemed to be enjoying this ; watching me turn red.

"Move ? Where ? Why ?"Kim asked very lots startled and confused.

"He's asked me to get hitched with him and I've accepted. We are going to know in LA"

"A bit sudden, isn't it, Rach"I asked annoyed that she was getting married so soon after kicking me to the curb.

"That's none of your business."She said very condescendingly, and I felt my anger grow a bit more.

"Well, I'm willing to help carry if you can act around my schedule, but I'm not going to Golden State"I stated flatly, trying to assure my anger for Kim's sake.

"You two will do it. You'll do it when I want and you'll even drive the ass Ryder motortruck if I tell you. You'll do it or.."

My temper kicked up two more pass at her step and at her choice of words. She was telling me what to do again, and now she was involving Kim, too.

"or I'll show everyone the video and tell them that is the understanding Ron and I divorced."she said in the Saame god-damned tone. She was doing this on purpose.

I was confused. What video ? I looked at Kim. She seemed bewildered and then a light went on.

"You fucking bitch."Kim snarled at Rachel

"What ?"I said looking at her confused.

Kim turned to me to explain, and did so with obvious aggravator and anger.

"A year or so ago, Dad got a wild fuzz about house security and had a home plate organization installed. section of that involved a surveillance organization, inside the household. The thought process was if burglars got in, they could be identified. Mom hated it. She said it felt like it was spying on her. She always sat on that chairman, to avoid the camera in this room."

Kim said that pointing first at the president Rachel sat in, and then up above it to a minor lightlessness box looking right at us.

That was enough for me to connect the Department of Transportation. Rachel had checked out the video from the photographic camera covering the living way, doubtless hoping to get hold exactly what she did. Now we would do her bidding or she was going to read it to everyone and claim that live night's sex took place before the divorce.

Snap ! My temper boiled over. You can only plain a dog so many times before he bites.

"You fucking bitch"

I echoed Kim, but unlike her, I got up off the couch, walked over to Rachel. Her eyes got wide, she was sure I was going to belt out her one. I was, but at the last moment, the word ‘ belt'triggered a better musical theme and I grabbed her carpus and pulled her out of the death chair and drug her across the elbow room, over to the dining room.

"Let me go, dammit ! I'll show everyone the telecasting if you don't !"Rachel yelled with affright as she stumbled behind me.

"Kim, don't interfere ! She has had this coming for a recollective time."I scolded Kim, who was shocked into secretiveness ; something rarefied for her.

I pulled out a dining room chair, spun it around, sat, and pulled Rachel across my lap.

"Let me go ! Dammit ! I said let me go"

rap ! whang ! Whack ! knock ! rap !

I delivered the get-go gust of the spanking Rachel had earned over the last half decade. I had been pushed past rationality ; past even thinking.

"Owwwwwww !"Rachel screamed

"I -have –put- up -with –your- shit- for- long- plenty"I said.

Each word was punctuated with another bump to her jean covered bottom. But, even through my anger it still struck me how perfective Rachel's ass was ; perfectly rounded hips, tapering down forming a dainty fondness cast. Her can itself ; round of drinks, full, and firm.

whack ! whack ! whang ! whack !

"Owwwwww ! Kimmy ! Are you just going to stand there ? Do something ! !"yelled Rachel

"Can I help ?"said Kim coolly.

Whack ! whang ! I continued as Kim's word's filtered in. I had always loved Rachel's ass. And with each swat, my wrath was dissipating, and my stimulation was growing. I could feel myself growing intemperate with Rachel's body on top of me, both trying to muffle my growing erection and egging it on. I stopped spanking Rachel.

"Yeah, help me get her jean off. They are too hard on my hand."I said

"Don't you dare !"scolded Rachel

Whack ! Whack ! whang !

I reigned down three more swats, trying to adjust her attitude a bit. It wasn't working. Rachel was trying to kick Kim as she got near. I reached underneath and grabbed Rachel's hanging tit, feeling it's firmness of purpose through her blouse and bra.

"Get your handwriting off me !"Rachel squealed in surprise

I did, but only long enough to pull her blouse and bra up, exposing her chest. I grabbed the bare melon and squeezed it firmly for effect, and then took her teat between my ovolo and index and gave it a firm pinch.

"Owwwwww ! Don't !"

"Hold still ! Those pants are coming off, and if you don't hold still I'm going to see if this nipple twists off, too"

She kept struggling so, I began to twist it.

"Owwwwwwwwwwww ! ! Stop !"she screamed

"postponement still and I will"

She complied, and Kim reached underneath and loosen her pants, and zipper. I let go of Rachel's mamilla and instead busied myself with releasing her other breast. Rachel did not object. I quickly had both breasts free. I could finger their weight as they hung justify, and I busied one hand with fondling them. Kim was working both the blue jean and pantie down her articulatio coxae when Rachel spoke again.

"Please don't do this !"

"Hush !"I ordered"You've had this coming for a long prison term !'

The jeans and step-in cleared Rachel's hips and then slid down easily, giving me my low gear view of her hindquarters. It was red, like she just gotten out of a hot shower. Rachel held still as Kim completely stripped her bare from the waist down.

"What do think Kim, should we finish the job and foray her raw ?"I said motioning to her top.

"Yes. The embarrassment will do her good"replied Kim

"Fuck you !"Rachel snapped

"Slap ! smack ! smack ! I unloaded three rough swats to her defenseless ass.

"Owwwwwwww ! Stop !"

The audio was so much unlike. Sir Thomas More liquid state. It sounded like it hurt. It felt amazing from my end ; as her merchantman gave into the blow, but instantly bounced back as if to ask for more.

"Owwwwww !"That fucking distress"Rachel screamed.

Slap ! slap ! smack ! I continued and then added.

"Apologize to your baby and then ask her to take off your apparel"

"Owwwww ! Fuck you both !"Rachel screamed.

So I spanked her harder and faster.

Slap ! Slap ! Slap ! Slap smack ! Slap !

"Noooooooo ! arrest ! OKayyyyy ! Okayyy ! Stop ! I'm Sorry"I'm Sorry"

I stopped and asked

"What are you sorry for ?"

"I'm sorry for yelling at Kim !"she cried out, still feeling the burn on her ass

"And…"I prompted

She was silent, knowing her mouth was going to her in trouble, but ineffective to ask Kim to finish up stripping her.

smack ! smacking ! Slap ! Slap ! I began spanking her again

"Owwwwwww ! Rachel yelled"Kimmy, study off my clothes, please ! full point ! It hurts !"

I paused and Kim went to influence. She pulled the blouse up and over Rachel's head, undid her bra and pulled it off. It was done. Rachel was completely raw. I reached under and fondled her firm knocker as I viewed Rachel's bare ass.

The color had improved to a deeper red overall. I put my helping hand on her ass and felt that it had warmed, but it was not hot. That fact begged me to lead off again and I did.

"This is for trying to blackmail us !"

smacking ! smack ! smack ! smack ! smacking !

"This is for trying to order us to help you !"

smacking ! slap ! Slap ! Slap ! smack !

"No ! bar it ! turn back it ! I'm sorry ! I'm sorry !

"This is for being a bitch at Kim's birthday party"

Slap ! Slap ! Slap ! slap ! Slap !

"Please ! No more !"

"This is for that god damn condescending tone of yours !"

smack ! slap ! smacking ! Slap ! Slap !

"Owwwwwww ! halt ! Please ! No More ! I'm sorry !"

"Here."Kim said interrupting my rhythm and handing me a two-dimensional hair coppice

"Give her some for me. She was always flirting with boyfriends. Some of them would come around just to see Rachel."Kim continued

"No ! I didn't ! I'm sorry !"

Thap ! Thap ! Thap ! Sounded the hairbrush on Rachel's now very red and complaining ass. The pain was obviously much more intense as Rachel erupted into new, intense struggles and worked furiously to block the assault.

Yowwwwwww ! No ! cease it ! Owwwwww ! Please ! I'm sorry ! Stop !

"This for all of Kim's young man"

"Thap ! Thap ! Thap ! Thap ! Thap ! Thap ! Thap !

"S..stop ! P..please !"Rachel cried.

Rachel was in tears now, and my choler was starting to melt under them, but I remembered one more thing, which spurred me on.

"And this is for making me beg for sex for all those eld"

Thap ! Thap ! Thap ! Thap ! Thap ! Thap ! Thap ! Thap !

"Owwwwwwwwww ! I'm sorry ! I'm sorry ! Please ! Stop ! Don't !"

My arm was tired. My ire nearly gone. But I was now hard as a rock. Rachel was sobbing softly and Kim was looking at me expectantly. Rachel'ass was an angry red from her waistline all the way past were it melted seductively into her thigh. I took my bridge player and rubbed her red ass. Rachel jumped, probably thinking she was to be abused more. But, I was done inflicting bother. My thoughts were on pleasure ; mine.

I squeezed her red ass, feeling how hot her peel was, and firm her butt was. And then I gently spread her ass cheeks, revealing her fiddling rosebud. This got a reaction.

"sniff…sniff….We are not…sniff… married anymore ! You're not allowed to touch me like that !"she said angrily, but with simpleness. She knew how vulnerable she still was.

"You should have sex her in her ass"said Kim"She did it to you for all those years."

"No ! No ! You can't"Rachel started"

Thap ! I delivered a lukewarm smack to her ass.

"tranquility !"I ordered

Rachel hated anal retentive sex. She would never let me anywhere near her butthole. I had longed to fuck her there.

"Please don't."Rachel begged and her choice of words ; going from ‘ You can't"to"Please don't"told me she was beaten. She would allow me to take her ass, but I didn't hate her that much. I had loved Rachel at one time, and my anger was gone.

"William Tell you what, Rachel. I will give you a chance to apologize for all the mean thing you have done to me and I won't fuck you in your, oh so, shapely ass. Are you really sorry, Rachel ?"

"Yes !"she said quickly"I'm sorry"

"You're reaaaaallly dark, and not just saying that ?"I asked again.

"Yes ! I'm really sorry."said Rachel, starting to gather herself together.

"OK then. You can give me the best blowjob you have ever given and I will accept your apology."

"What !"she exclaimed.

"This way, I know you are sincere and not just lying to me to avoid having your ass fucked"

Rachel sat for a bit, mentation, and then sighed.

"Are you going to cum in my lip ?"Rachel asked debile

"Don't you think I should ?"I answered with my own condescending tone.

"Do I have to swallow ?"she asked knowing that if I said yes, she would do it.

"No, I guess you don't have to swallow."I said as I allowed her to get off my lap.

She stood up and I got to see the breasts that I had been fondling. They were like her baby's, pouty, upturned, and firm looking. One nipple, the one I had twisted, looked a minuscule swollen. My cock reminded me how steamy I was.

"Rachel, would you heed terribly if I sucked on your tits for awhile ?"I asked like I was suggesting she go get me a cup of coffee.

I knew she sure as hell minded, but she did not want to make my angry and I knew it. She took a step towards me, and I took one nipple into my mouth and sucked on it greedily. My manus went up and began to squeeze her other tit. I felt her sore nipple begin to tighten, and I teased it with my glossa. Rachel squirmed slightly and I used my unfreeze hand to puff her in tightly. She winced as I handled her sore ass, but did not force away. I switched sides and worked on her former bosom, sucking like I was drawing pleasure directly from her mortal.

I pulled back, grabbed both tit and kneaded them feeling them give to my will and spring back. I was so cook for her mouth. I stood up, pulled down my knickers and underwear and sat back in the chairman. One spirit from me and Rachel was on her knee joint.

She took me hesitantly into her mouth and began to circulate the head of my cock with her tongue, delaying the slide into her depths, but also ramping up my prediction and thwarting. I let out a groan as my cock finally slid into her oral fissure and went to the backbone of her throat. Rachel then started a wearisome back and forth, rhythmic motion. Sliding me in, while pressing her tongue on the underside, and adding a little to a greater extent suction on the way out. It felt soooo good.

I opened my eyes and saw Kim, looking at us, longingly. I motioned her over, and pulled her in for a deep, wet kiss. My hands found Kim's breasts and I massaged them through her shirt. She had not put on a bra for our rendezvous with Rachel, and I could feel her raise nub easily through her shirt. Kim pulled back, and took her shirt off letting me fete, first with my eyes, and quickly with my back talk on her staring breasts.

Rachel began to pick up the pace, and my anxiousness was transferred to Kim's breasts as I sucked more deeply, kneaded her titty with one hand, and her ass with my other.

"Mmmmmmmmm"I moaned into Kim's breast as Rachel continued to move back and forth, driving me mad. I began to sway my hips trying to get her to go faster, and was squeezing Kim's body more aggressively as my heat built.

"Faster, Rach !"Kim encouraged, sensing what I needed.

Rachel did begin to go faster. I felt a shiver run down my acantha as her lingua slid faster under my throbbing electric organ. She went faster still. I took my lip from Kim's pleasant-tasting nipple.

"Oh, God, Rachel ! nooky, that flavor good ! nearly there ! Almost…"

And then the induction flipped and I began to spurt hot cum into Rachel's backtalk. Rachel felt the first rope, and to my surprise she swallowed and kept milking me. It was like it was her own biography's blood. I squeezed Kim's bosom and at my first burst I greedily took in her nipple and began to draw it deep into my mouth.

I felt my second spurt and then my tertiary. Rachel was taking it all and Kim was pulling me blind drunk into her firm bosom making breathing impossible. But, I did not handle. Breathing was not important at the moment. Filling Rachel's mouth with cum and my own mouth with tight, rear tit overwhelmed me, and pushed everything else out.

I backed away from Kim's chest of drawers and pulled her in for another deep kiss, as my coming peaked and began to crawfish out. Rachel finished and withdrew, but slowly jacked me off, as if not wanting to be finished. Kim and I kissed, moving the needle down from red hot rage to relaxed lover.

"Wow ! Fuck, Rachel ! Where was that when we were married ?'

Rachel had rarely given me head and never let me cum in her mouth. The idea of her swallowing was as far fetched as time travel. I kissed Kim again and whispered.

"Thank you. That was the bang-up experience of my life."

I meant it. I pulled her into a tight hug and whispered again

"I think I love you"

I meant that too.

"Me, too"she whispered back.

Rachel got up, and without a word gathered up her clothes and went upstairs. We heard the toilet door close, and soon the cascade was running. Kim and I cuddled together on the lounge, saying nix for a long time.

"Kim ?"I asked"Why did you do that ?"

‘ Do what ?"came the obligatory answer, even though she knew exactly what I was talking about.

"Help me spank, and then promote me to have sex, hell to practically rape, your sister ?"

"Sister talk."Kim started."Rachel would fink to using sex to get what she wanted and rationing it out, like it was aureate. I just thought that you deserved to take a little……..and I wanted to see how you would react if you could have me or Rachel.

"What ?"I looked at her with wide eyes."That was a psychometric test ?"

"Sorta. Rachel is smoking hot and I am just cute. I wanted to see if you would even remember of me when you were given the opportunity. You did."Kim responded with a care smile.

"I'm not sure I like that."I said, and then added with a smirk"Maybe you need a spanking."

Kim cuddled back into me. I looked around for the remote, found it and clicked on the TV.

"I want to see how the Rockies did final stage night"

"So, it starts"Kim said with a smiling and a light tone"I'm soon to go a sports widow."

The TV linked up with the satellites and soon the inglorious windowpane was replaced by a scene featuring a smoldering car with emergency brake equipment all around. The announcer was in mid-sentence.

‘ on the condition of anonymity told this reporter that police force are treating this as a homicide, and that explosives were likely involved. The identity of the man killed in the burst has not been released, but my generator William Tell me that he is a Russian national, here on a work visa. His name is Boris Leniovich. My author tells me that Petrov is suspected of having ties to the Russian mob, who may be trying to gain a foot custody in the Denver domain."

"Wow"I said"It sounds like his mob sidekick blew him up. I wonder what he did ?'

"I don't know. Maybe he was doing the knob's wife."Kim answered

"A one tract-mind. My kind of lady."I tossed back to her.

"Hungry ?"Kim queried

"Yeah. I could eat a horse."I said realizing how hungry I was.

Kim was about to say something when Rachel's stressed and emotional vocalization carried down to us from upstairs

"Why, Petrov ? Why, what is wrong ? ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ..I don't understand ? Why ?"

There was a farsighted pause and Rachel's articulation changed to surprise and then shock.

"What ! ... ... ..But, Petrov ! ... ... .Why ? ! ... ... ..Petrov, they'll kill me !"

Kim and I looked at each former, each of eyeing the like unspoken dubiousness. Rachel was almost in tears now.

"Please, Petrov ! Don't…………please ! ... ... ... ... ..Nooooooooooooo !

And then all we heard was Rachel sobbing.


To be continued……..