The car sparked to life and we drove out front, just like a normal, not-hiding-anything-kind-of person would have done. I saw Tasha undulation and smiling and then we bounced onto the road. A full, excruciating min passed before Tasha announced.

"Ok, it's safe to get up"

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and then Rachel announced herself

"Me, too ?"she said a bit loudly.

Tasha yelled and the car lurched as she jerked the wheel.

"I..I brought Rachel"I said, and then added"Just in sheath"

"Just in case I needed a heart attack !"Tasha bickering at me and then exhaled as she swallowed her middle back into billet.

"I didn't want to go !"Rachel said in her stuck-up voice that pissed off everyone who heard it."Ron said I had to come because he didn't know what to require"

That explanation was fine. It was in force. There was no pauperization to say another word. But, my darling ex-wife, as traffic-stopping beautiful as she is, never knows when to shut up.

"Some shag plan that was."

I breathed out in anger, took in a recondite breath in preparation for the torrent of wild words, lewdness, and insults my temper was about to release, when Tasha touched my arm, looked at me and escape from her head.

"I have a better idea."She said and winked and smirked in a most vicious way.

I relaxed a bit as the glint in Tasha's eye sapped some of my anger and got me wondering what she had dancing around that pretty carrot-topped head of hers.

"Where's Kim ?"Tasha asked with a slight hint of worry.

"Kim had to go to bathroom and Superman here couldn't wait for her."answered Rachel, completely oblivious to how she was pissing me off. I saw Tasha's face redden just a bit, making her freckle stand out.

‘ Rachel, Rachel, Rachel'I thought ‘ You just never know when to stop."

"Geeze, Rachel"This I said out loud"You're setting new standard for the Menstrual Bitch"

I think Rachel was about to answer, but Tasha beat her to it.

"You got your period ?"came Tasha's contribution. I was wondering why she cared.

Tasha continued.

"What's your position on sex during your period ?"

As her sex-starved ex-husband, the resolution to that one burst out of me before any witting sentiment could even censor, much less point it.

"Rachel is perfectly willing to ingest sex when she is on the rag, if you put a gun to her head."

I was married to Rachel for five geezerhood. To see us you would never think that. I'm decent looking, above average if I'm honest. But, Rachel, my semi-frigid ex is smoking hot. When were married it was often Worth the constant fight for any intimate favor from her, just to see the looking on other guys faces, as she would saunter past them and peck at me on the cheek.

Rachel is 5'5'with a stark minute methamphetamine chassis. Her C-cup breasts are rounded and pouty. She had the legs of a dancer, which formed themselves into the sweetest ass you have ever seen. It's pooches out just so, and the globes form that unadulterated piddling peach men dream about. I have literally seen a guy base on balls into a pole staring at her walk.

I tired to get her to let me tap that ass for all five years we were married. I never came skinny. But, over the shoemaker's last workweek, with her needing me to help her disappear and thus escape vengeance from the Russian mob ( more on that in a minute ), she was in my debt. And I was collecting some of that debt via her shapely ass. If I wasn't so keyed up from the go half hour, I would likely be getting intemperate anticipating another turn of that.

Tasha chuckled at me and then went on.

"So, what did you do to continue Ron ‘ glad'during that hebdomad ?"

"I told him to take matter into his own hands."Rachel said obviously pleased with her pun.

"Oh, that's just mean."Said Tasha with a bit of a righteous edge to her."And now that Ron has become a felon to observe you out of poky, don't you feel bad about that ?"

Tasha was talking to the original Ice Princess. She definitely did not feel bad about it. But, on the early hand, Rachel couldn't come out and say that either. How ungrateful would she appear ?

"Maybe a short, but I've been making up for it, haven't I Ron ?"Rachel asked trying to enlist my aid, and turning the table. So she thought.

"That's great, Rachel."Tasha quickly jumped in before I could answer"I'm really glad to hear that you have been so giving lately. I was looking for a way to ask you something"

"What ?"Rachel asked with equal measures of hunch and peculiarity.

"I think I should ask Kim about it first ?"Tasha answered

"Why ?"Rachel asked sharply, very much not pleased with that answer.

We were just a yoke of minutes from arriving back at my billet and I was dying to lie with what Tasha wanted to ask my darling ex-wife. With that thought I reflected on the past week ( See the previous Two Can Keep a mystery chapters ). It had been the most adventuresome metre of my life story.

I mentioned Rachel hated sex back when we were married. It drove me Nut and caused more than a few combat. Last week I hooked up with her sister, Kim, after Kim's 21st natal day company. Great Nox. The next morning, when I left the girls alone, a Russian mobster paid them a visit. I found both ladies naked and tied to a president. I apparently scared him off. Rachel explained that she had been dating a Russian and the he had absconded with gangster money and left them with the printing that Rachel had the immediate payment. She didn't, but they would kill her and likely Kim to detect that out.

They came up with the melodic theme of pretending to kill Rachel in a car accident and substitute another torso for Rachel's. I work in the morgue, so they enlisted me in the architectural plan. To give thanks me for the law-breaking I have and would institutionalise, both adult female have been fucking me until my cock is raw and red. There are worse ways to go. Rachel has been loth, but has denied me zero. Kim has been very uncoerced, even going as far as to give me license to do it her best ally, the beautiful red-head driving our car.

Tasha is very pretty, with shoulder duration red hair. She's a minuscule on the unretentive face, at about 5'2"and just a touch heavy. She is definitely not approaching fat and most of that extra ended up in her ass and boobs. I had always pegged Tasha at having C-cups or maybe Ds. She always seemed to wear tiptop that hid them. I hated that. Recent event have caused me to revise my assessment upward. Rachel and Kim have been friends for as yearn as I have known Rachel. I watched both girl mature from gangly teens to bedaze cleaning lady.

Anyway at first I was loth to ingest Kim up on her pass because I think I'm in love with her, and it seemed unseasonable. But, Tasha convinced me otherwise this dayspring, after she helped me commit pretender at the crematorium. I was very thankful for her help. She didn't have to work very heavy to alter my brain.

Now, Tasha had just helped us, by stealing her mother's keystone, to develop into Rachel's dentist office, so we could take alveolar consonant x-rays of a corpse that we would burn up in the car accident, that we were planning, oh Christ, tomorrow. Tasha is studying to be a alveolar consonant Hygienist, so she was indispensable in this share of the plan. We were nearly caught, but Tasha came to the rescue again, and seduced Dr. Rosencranz, who came to check on the dumb alarm we tripped. Now we are on our way back to my piazza, where Rachel and Kim are staying until this is all over.

Tasha's response to Rachel's inquiry snapped me back to the present.

"Because I just want to make sure Kim is cool with it ?"Tasha said evasively.

"With what ?"Rachel said insistently, with a jot of scare.

To be fair, Kim has used every apology she could to suffer me hump her older babe in a variety of ways. Kim is nearly understanding in that way, much to my delectation and surprise. Rachel still does not like sex, but we have discovered that she seems OK having sex with another woman. She responded very well, when, my bisexual devotee, gave her a maiden rate pussy drubbing. And, though reluctant at number one, Rachel got into giving back to her babe as well.

Kim, my girlfriend of all of a week, is most unlike her sister. She loves sex. And, as I found out, is bi-sexual. That came as quite a shock. But, I got over it quickly. Kim has a way of making you block affair. She is a little light than her sister, not as pretty, but that's like saying Miss April is not as cute as girl June. Your dick would shrivel up and gasconade away if you had to hump the divergence. After that, they look a lot a like. Kim's breasts are a touch modest, but probably more business firm. It is certainly fun to liken them. Kim's legs are more shapely and are especially fine when they are wrapped around your shank.

Tasha did not answer Rachel's question, instead she flicked on the blinker signaling her intent to deform onto my street.

"Tasha ! What the nookie ?"asked Rachel, with material panic starting to creep in.

Based on the way this week had gone, Rachel would have got had to be demented to think that something sexual was not on Tasha's mind. I am sure that Rachel's nous was now cycling though every possible thing she hated and was praying that Tasha could not read her judgement. I was hoping Tasha could read mine. I was starting to retrieve from our adventure and thought process of these beautiful bodies was starting to wake Bruno of Toul.

We pulled into my driveway with Rachel still trying to get an answer out of Tasha.

"Tasha ! What do you need to ask Kim ? !"

Tasha was silent, but I could see her smirking from my position beside her. I was all too felicitous to let Rachel run her imagination through the gauntlet and work her self into a pother. After my time with her, it was down right amusing to see her pissed at someone else.

We got out and all started into the house. We were all silent. Tasha went in world-class and I heard Kim before I saw her.

"Thank God ! Tasha, are you all right !"Kim said in obvious relief.

I started to feel a minuscule shamed. I had not commented on her using her succulent body to distract Sr. Rosencranz to get away. Tasha had been a Virgo the Virgin this cockcrow. She had had sex with me, and then six hours later had sex with a man old enough to be her dad. That could really mess with a person's mind and I had not even thanked her.

"I'm fine, Kim."Tasha said and then giggled"There was something endearing about how ill-chosen and grateful he was. He kept thanking me"

"She really is a strumpet"I heard Rachel say under her breath.

"You fucking bitch !'I said through gritted teeth and plentifulness brassy enough for everyone to hear.

"What ?"asked Kim

"Yeah."echoed Tasha"What this time ?"

Rachel was soundless, but glaring at me. I was in no mood to observe a diplomatic resolution, but I was also not going solvent for her.

"Go ahead, Rachel. retell what you just said."I challenged.

Rachel continued to glare at me, like this was my fault.

"What did you say ?"said Tasha in a suspicious tone.

Rachel's public eye refocused to Tasha, held for a riotous second, and then softened.

"Look, I was just suggesting that I was surprised you could enjoy sex with Dr. Rosencranz."Rachel said exasperatedly.

"Those were not the Bible you used."I said with my anger apparent. Rachel glared at me again.

"What did you say ?"said Tasha, getting a bit of temper up herself.

Rachel was silent and her gaze fell to the base. Kim sensing that this could get out of hand, walked over to her big Sister and whispered a few time in her ear. Rachel glared at her with a flavor that could strip paint, and then nodded.

"Rachel is really sorry for what she said and meant no harm. She is just tired and caught up in the emotion of things."

Kim said that in a lawyerly tone, that put me on edge. What the roll in the hay is she doing ? I wondered.

"She called me a ‘ slut'didn't she ? !"Tasha shouted"She has bad mouthed me ever since we were in school, Kim. How the hell can you choose her side ?"

"I told you, Tasha. We are all tired and worked up."

Kim said trying to ratchet down Tasha's anger. But, Rachel had struck a nerve this metre.

"Fuck you, Rachel ! I'm risking jail to help you out. I'm jeopardizing my Mom's job ! I fucking sleep with your dental practitioner ! All to help you out ! And you call me a"slut"! You're a fucking thankless squawk ! I don't know if I should call the pig or just plain your ass !"

I saw Kim and Rachel's eyes both grow wide at the word ‘ cops ’. My breadbasket did a flip, and I wondered if she was serious. It was likely just emotion, but a lot of bad things have come when emotion clouds rational thought. I figured I had better try to tranquillize things down.

"Tasha, you are exactly right. My ex-wife is bitch on steroid. She will be nominated for bitch of the class and will win in a landslide. She is more bitch than a clique of female greyhounds, and she polishes a Calluna vulgaris each night, to the boot. She had a big back talk and the piece of the psyche that governs what comes out of it, was surgically removed the day before we got married. She's all of that and more, right Rachel ?'

Rachel was no longer looking at her shoes or glaring. She looked a bit put out. I was being more colorful in my description of her, than our usual combat. Usually I just called her a ‘ bitch'and left it at that. Maybe that was it. Maybe she was wondering why I was defending her, even in this left handed way, but she at least found her vocalism and educate tone.

"Y..yes. I'm a squawk. I'm really sorry. Really, I am. You have been a big help and I would be so eff if you had not stepped in to help oneself. I don't know what to say to make it up to you."

Tasha got that immorality spark in her eye for just a 2d. Then she spoke

"Actions speak louder than dustup, Rachel. I don't want to get wind you babble about how sorry you are. I think you should show me."

"H..how ?"said Rachel, her vox filled with awe and anxiousness.

"wellspring, Ron had told me what a near little slut you have been yourself these past few Day"said Tasha with an battery-acid tinged prosaic tone.

"I didn't use the word ‘ strumpet'” I interrupted, not wanting to be misquoted.

"Yes, yes. Ronny is much too nice to use that word in this position. But, I'm tired and pissed, so I did. Ron said that you have been ‘ very accommodating ’. continued Tasha

I was mute now. I was pretty for certain of the world-wide focussing this was going, but the exact destination was a secret to me.

"wealthy person you been ‘ very accommodating ’, Rachel ?"Tasha asked with mock sweetness in her vocalization. When Rachel began to await at the floor again, Tasha's tone changed back to anger.

"Have you !"

"Yes ! Yes, I've been letting Ron do pretty much what he wants. He's risking a lot to serve me."

"I 'm risking a lot, too. Don't I deserve some advantage ?'Tasha said building a logic path that was going to lead to Rachel's perfect body.

Rachel sighed heavily and exasperatedly.

"Yes, I already agreed with you. What do you want me to do ?"she said with surrender.

"You don't phone very pleased about rewarding me."

Tasha threw back. But before Rachel could reply, Kim stepped in to defend her sister.

"Tash, to be fair, she hasn't exactly been thrilled to be servicing Ron. Does she really have to be happy about it ?'

"Hmmmmmm. I guess not."Tasha agreed.

"okey, then"started Kim the little pacifier."What do you require Rachel to do ?'

"Eat me."said Tasha almost casually.

"What ? !"the ease of us said in one articulation. Kim continued the thinking

"Since when are you bi ? We've been friends for how long and this is just now coming up ?"

"I think I'm just experimenting"answered Tasha conversationally.

I was thinking that this was less experiment and more punishment. But a small detail seemed to be escaping the sisters.

"clip to get to work, Rachel."

I saw Rachel stiffen and her heart go wide. My petty contingent had not gone unnoticed after all.

"You were just with Dr. Rosencranz. Did you clean up ?"

"Mostly."came the response"I'm thinking that since I am helping clean up your muckle, you can help clean up mine."

"B…but.. that's gross"answered Rachel

"Ron ”, Tasha looked at me"When Rachel was being"accommodating"did you cum in her cute little rima oris ?"

"Yup"I answered wondering if she was going to really make Rachel eat her scummy bitch, or if she was playing for something else.

"See, I know you been eating Kim's kitty and Ron's dumped a lode down your throat. You're just cutting out one partner to get to the same place."Said Tasha in tone of voice that implied impenetrable logic..

"No, Tasha. Please, don't make me do that. Please, I said I was sorry and I really am. Don't make me do that ?'Rachel begged.

"But, it's what I want"said Tasha as she started to disrobe.

When Tasha had shown up at my family this evening she had changed out of the strapless-fuck-me apparel that she had used on Jacob, into a pair of comfortable denim and a baggy sweater. She now reached down and lifted her sweater up and over her red mane, showing all of us her ample breast, ensnared by a sexy green bra.

"P..please, Tasha, I'm begging you."started Rachel, who looked close to tears."I'll do anything else."

"Like what ?"

Tasha responded as she unbuttoned her dungaree, stepped out of her apartment, and then hip shrugged her jeans to the floor. Tasha was wearing a matching set of step-in. My eyes focused on the small patch of fabric covering her pussy. I was searching for signal of staining, wondering again if Tasha was going to really go through with this. I was starting to become aroused as Rachel begged to be spared the mortification of cleaning Tasha's slit.

"I don't know !"Rachel said quickly and with panic starting to gain the upper hand.

Tasha reached behind her back and I saw the cloth of her bra give as the clasp was loosen. Rachel's eyes were riveted to Tasha's breasts as she nonchalantly took her bra off and dropped it to the floor.

‘ At least D-cups"I thought again. Tasha titty were unwavering looking and taunt higher on her chest than their size should take allowed. Her ring of color are a little smaller than a after part, and already firming up.

"Are you set up ?'Tasha said taking a tone towards my ex-wife, as her fingers began to slither into the waistband of her terminal stay clause of habiliment.

"A porn flick !"Rachel blurted out."I'll be the slut in the porn pic and you be the theatre director ! Please, you can have Ron and Kim do anything to me !"

"What, I can't play, too ?"Tasha tugged on slope of her underclothes down to mid-hip.

"Yes ! Anything"

"Good !"Tasha said, in a satisfied tone,"erotica slut, you can start out by eating my puss"

With that, Tasha took her panties down and off. She was completely raw and then closed the remaining aloofness to Rachel.

"On your knee, or I call the cops"Tasha ordered.

"N.nn.no"Rachel said shakily, but she complied.

"workforce behind you back"Tasha said authoritively as she grabbed a handful of Rachel's hair.

I looked at Kim. She was staring intently at the two ladies. I had expected blow and choler on her face. There was none of that. Her lips were slightly apart. She looked athirst. Kim case was filled with lust.

Tasha pulled Rachel's face into her groin and ground her footling red muff into Rachel's face for a recollective second and then pulled her head word back. Tasha's expression looked a mixture of satisfaction and bemusement.

Tasha pushed Rachel's principal farther back causing her to be given backwards and then return back. Rachel caught herself with her manus, and remained upright. Tasha walked forward and straddled my ex-wife. As she continued to push Rachel back, it became obvious that Rachel's head was going to end up between Tasha's legs and Rachel would induce the approach she didn't want.

When Rachel was in position, Tasha leaned forward just a bit. Kim and I were directly in front of the two ladies. We saw Rachel's lingua appear, with out being asked, as Tasha lowered herself onto her reluctant devotee's cheek.

"Ummmmmmm"Tasha moaned."That feels secure, Rachel. You are a good small smut slut."

As if in answer to a compliment, Rachel began to act her head faster, working Tasha's twat in an urgent way. Tasha began to rock and slowly hurl her pussy into Rachel's face. Rachel was not pulling back or fighting. She was struggling, but that was to stay equilibrise and to keep her facial expression glued to Tasha's love tunnel.

"Oh, Fuck ya !"Keep doing that ! piece of ass, Rachel !

Rachel's eyes were closed, and her oral fissure was slightly unfold. I noticed that Tasha's nipples had constricted into cockeyed knot as her stimulation spread to all country.

"Ohhhhhhhhh"Tasha moaned."Deeper. Get in cryptic ”. She added as she pulled Rachel's font deeper into her crotch.

I looked at Kim just as she licked her brim. One of her men had dropped to her presence and Kim rubbed her own pussy, as if no one could see her. Tasha's optic opened and she looked storm for a split-second, as if she had forgotten we were around.

"Ohhhhh ! That feeling good. Kim, I never knew what I was missing"

Rachel's fountainhead was moving in a dopy rhythmical way. She reached up with one hand and began to work one of Tasha's ample breasts.

"Ah.Ah.Ah"Tasha moaned sharply."I like that. Harder"

I don't know if Tasha meant with Rachel's hand or mouth, but Rachel must make known because Tasha began to groan louder.

"Ohhhhhhhh, Godd ! That tactile property good !"

Struggling to maintain her balance, Rachel let go with her deal and put it back on the floor behind her. Rachel opened her eyes and looked at her dependable friend.

"Kimmy ! My knocker ! Please !

I'm guessing that Kim knows of Tasha's sensitive breasts and was not surprised. In fact, Kim acted as if she had been waiting for this, and she moved quickly and got on her articulatio genus, so her rima oris was the Lapplander height as Tasha's milky white globe. Kim took Tasha's justly breast into her hand and squeezed it like a 15 year old boy would. Her mouth found Tasha's other breast and she began to take in and twit the erect and swollen-headed gumdrop. This brought an immediate response from her friend.

"Yes ! Oh, God ! Yes ! Like that !"

Tasha was bucking, and grinding, and thrusting. And all the while she was holding Rachel firmly against her kitty. I was beginning to wonder if Rachel could get any air.

‘ shag ! Oh, Yessssssss ! Tasha screamed as her orgasm arrived. Tasha had both hired hand on the back of Rachel's head and was pushing so hard I thought Rachel would pop inside. Tasha went rigid as the pleasure took her.

"ass ! Yes ! I'm cumming !"yelled Tasha in orgasmic triumph

Kim was still sucking and squeezing Tasha's pap ; trying to apply delight or get pleasance I could not state.

Rachel began to scramble to free her face from Tasha's twat. This seemed to founder the spell and Tasha let loose and stood erect. She was breathing hard and effort had beaded on forehead. Then she broke into an embarrassed smile.

Rachel looked completely disheveled and lost. She was taking in big gulps of air, and then looked at her sister.

"Kim, do me, please ! I'm so hot"she begged.

Kim had stood up and was eyeing Tasha like she was a steak. Tasha looked into Kim's eyes and began to bend into her for a candy kiss. They were in a vigorous bosom in then adjacent sec. Rachel looked at me with a lustful gaze I had only dreamed of afore.

"Ron, please. Please take me. Please, I need to cum."

My hard on answered for me, and it compelled me to walk over. I bent down and put my handwriting behind her head and grabbed a handful of hair, tight to her scalp. With my other helping hand I took her by the shoulder and in a single motion I pulled her to a standing position and into a abstruse, wet, kiss.

"Ummmmmmm"

Rachel moaned into my mouth as she began to unwrap my pants. I stopped her. I was going to relish having the ability for once.

"Hands to yourself"

I said as I released her and pushed her back half a step. I put my hand between her still clothed legs and rubbed her pussy.

"You want me to get it on your bloody fiddling snatch ?"

"Please, Ron."She begged as she ground herself into my hand.

"You'd never let me touch you when you were ragging"I teased and I rubbed the area her clit should induce been.

"Ohhhhhh, God. Oh, that's smell good ! Please, I want you now"

"All those many months of having to wham off. I would be so horny and you were no aid. You didn't precaution about my motivation, then. Why should I care about yours, now ?"

I had not stopped working her snatch and I now I had begin worrying her erect breast nub as it fought to prepare it's presence known through her blouse and bra.

"Ah. Ah. I'm sorry. Oh please, Ron. Please."

"Ok, but it's going to be you"I said a near sing song."Strip down to your pantie and get on your knees."

If I had ever ordered Rachel to do this while we were married she would take huffed and walked away. Not today ; she had her blouse, bra and pants off, before my bloomers had cleared my hips. She dropped down in forepart of me and yanked my dungaree the rest of the way down. She needed to education from this point, as my cock pointing at her nose made it percipient what needed to be done.

Rachel engulfed my harmonium and I felt her warm, wet oral cavity encircle me. Her tongue immediately wrapped the underside of my rooster and she began to slip me in and out of her mouth.

"Oh, fuck, Rachel. That's what I'm talking about."

She was moving medium-slow, not wanting to get me off. She really did want me to fuck her. I could count the clock time, on one hired hand, when Rachel had wanted sex because she was horny. But, ground was quickly being pushed out by lust, as my libido demanded the full tending of my conscious mind.

I grabbed two hands wide of Rachel's perfectly styled tomentum and used them as handles to begin picking up the pace. I was in billing and if I blew my load down her throat, she could just go find a vibrator.

"Oh, yeah ! Suck on it ! Take me deeper !'

I didn't time lag for Rachel to swallow up my turncock. As I next banged against the back of her throat, I stopped and pushed. As I felt her pharynx part and accommodate the intrusion I looked into her optic and saw a compounding of lust and fear. Only one of those surprised me.

I ground me hips into her case and enjoyed the insidious milking feeling her pharynx was giving the head of my hammer. Then, without warning, I pulled completely out. Rachel took a deep breath, but continued to see up at me.

"More head, or do you want it up your ass ?"

Rachel had never wanted it up her ass in her spirit, but she had given up that cherry to me solar day ago, and knew I couldn't get enough.

"M..my ass"she said weakly between breaths.

"You don't sound too convincing"I challenged

I saw anger genius for just a secondment then she begged in a most win over tone.

"Please, Ron, do me in the ass. I'm really sorry for all the times I denied you before."

With that she quickly danced out of her lacy underwear and spun around. She quickly got on her deal and knees and stuck that incredibly shaped ass in the air.

"Please, Ron. Hurry."She begged

She was offering me her most buck private area. She was offering them without condition, educational activity, or warning. She was letting me carry her anyway I wanted, and I wanted to love that ass. Rachel had denied me this for five days, never letting me near this pleasance. Now she offering it to me, unrestricted. I only hoped I wouldn't rip her in two.

Rachel's little brownness starfish beckoned, just above her puss. I did not fail to mark the small albumen chain snaking out from that orifice, confirming that blood was flowing.

"Don't move !"I ordered as I made a move towards the kitchen."And rub your pussy !"

I did not want any of her lust to wane. I was almost in panic, trying to think of what to use for lubricant. I had loved her, after all, and didn't want to cause her any more bother than I had to. But, as I turned to have my elan, all thoughts of Rachel were shoved out of mind. That was because my eyes fell on the sight of Tasha and Kim.

Tasha was lying on the floor, with a still fully clothed Kim lying on top of her, as she greedily sucked on Tasha's erect mamilla, and then lustily kissed Tasha's full phase of the moon and eager sass. The sounds the two ladies were making ; the slurps and smacking as lips consumed lips and Kim's verbalise lustily tasted Tasha'breasts were arousing.

My putz was already hard enough to carve granite and this was driving me mad with lust. I took two steps towards the lady, my optic riveted on the action mechanism.

"Mmmmmmmm."I heard Tasha moan out as Kim once again took a nipple into her oral cavity and sucked on it.

Tasha took one deal and pushed Kim's human face on to her breast.

"More, Kim !"Tasha ordered"I like it severely !"

Kim responded by biting Tasha's erect nub, while twisting the early areola, not so gently.

"Ohhhhhhhh !'Yes !"yelled Tasha

Kim rose off Tasha into a semi-sitting positioning and grabbed both of Tasha's monolithic pap and squeezed them like nerf balls. Kim's bridge player moved up and found both nipples, then pinched, twisted, and pulled them, at the same time. Tasha arched her cover and squealed in pleasure.

"Ahhhhhhhh ! nookie ! That is so fucking intense !"

"My turn."Kim said as she stood and began to undress.

As Kim's shapely ass appeared from the tops of her denim, I was reminded of some unfinished business.

"Oh ! Oh ! Oh !"I heard Rachel exclaim.

I knew that sound, she was getting close to coming. That wasn't going to happen. At least not yet. I turned and was back to her side in an second. Rachel was still on her human knee, but she was now resting her front on one shoulder joint, as she was furiously masturbating, trying to progress to her climax. I reached between her legs and jerked her hand away from her clit.

"That's enough."I said mockingly

"Please, Ron."she begged"I need to cum"

"I guess spit will have to do"I said as I worked up some saliva.

Rachel went deathly still, knowing what was about to chance, but knowing it was the only path to the going the orgasm that was holding her hostage.

I wet my cock and pollex. With that finger's breadth I lubed her up as best and I could, and then took my spit wily organ in my right hand. The fountainhead of my rooster touched her lilliputian starfish and Rachel jumped in anticipation of being impaled on my gemstone hard member.

"Relax, Rachel, or it will really hurt."

I said in a calm voice that masked my desire to bury myself to my balls in her most cockeyed porta. I pushed my putz onto her forbidden opening, not super hard, but I wasn't taking my time either. But I had to blast her ass. I had to pump her crocked golf hole until I exploded.

All at once her ass gave and my peter lurched forward an inch.

"Ow !"Rachel grasped"P.please go slow ! Please, Ron, don't hurt me."

I was so torn. I didn't really want to hurt her, but my own sexual desire was not going to be restrained either. I paused long enough to glint over at Kim and Tasha. Kim had shed her dress and the two girls were in a sixty-nine stead, with the binding of Kim's head blocking my view of what I knew to be Tasha's neatly trimmed red President George W. Bush. Kim's head moved rhythmically as she pleasured her best supporter. The licking and moaning coming from the two ladies send a sonic waving of desire through me and I pushed into Rachel without even thinking.

"Ow. Ow. slack ! Slow !"begged Rachel

I was going as slow as was going to happen and I felt a shiver go but my prickle as Rachel's impossibly tight ass squeezed around my peter. The feeling was pleasure to the point of pain and I wanted more. I thought I could feel Rachel's tampon pushing against me through the membrane separating her two holes. I wasn't sure, but I was sure that she felt even besotted than when I took her ass cerise a few days ago.

Ignoring her plea of slothfulness, I gave into my home emotions and jammed the concluding inch of tool into Rachel's bunge gob. Another wave of pleasure shook my spine as my pelvis met Rachel's ass, stopping me firm. I latched on to Rachel's rosehip and priming my cock just a bit deeper, enjoying the sensation of finding another fraction of in of her ass.

I expected a shrieking and cry of hurting from Rachel but a grunt was all I received. When I looked down, I saw that she was watching her sister eat Tasha's pussy. It was obvious this was turning her on.

feeling just a whit ignored, I slapped the side of Rachel's ass with a firm swat, earning the cry of hurting I had just missed.

"Ow !"Rachel cried, more galvanize than hurt.

"Rub you cunt !"I commanded.

Rachel was only too happy to follow. She tucked her berm under and reached back. The movement in her arm and shoulder told me she was doing as I ordered.

"Now beg me to fuck your ass."I said

"Please, Ron, fuck my ass. Fuck it hard !"

She did sound like she wanted it, though way down deep my subconscious mind was denying that was possible.

But I told my conscience to go have intercourse itself. I pulled back until I was most of the way back out and then pushed in with as much restraint as I could muster up. It was not very much. My hips were stopped once again by Rachel's shapely ass and I used her hips to pull in myself deeper inside her

"Ahhhhhhh ! Ow ! It still hurts"Rachel gasped with a sudden intake of air that momentarily broke the rhythm method of birth control of her own onanism.

The resistor had been less than I expected, but still so incredibly nasty. So, I swiftly back out again, and pushed even harder. This time Rachel made no sound other than her own labored breathing. I took this to imply she was gear up to consume her ass pounded.

These two thrust had happened in less than four second base. It was only the memories of our beloved that had restrained me until now, to the slightest. I back out, reversed and slammed into her, reversed and began working into a fast footstep.

slap ! slap ! Slap ! The sound of her ass stopping my thrusts acted as a challenge. It seemed to compel me move faster and harder.

"Oh ! Ron ! Easy ! It's not wet enough !"

I was at point beyond caring. There was wrath pushing my lecherousness and hearing her in some pain was satisfying.

I began to pull back on Rachel's rose hip with each poke and magnified the saturation in which our consistency were meeting. Her ass was still squeezing my cock, with something just shy of a frailty and I knew that I would be filling her bowels with my cum in a few seconds.

"Ow ! Ow ! Ow !'Please, Ron ! No Sir Thomas More !"

Rachel began to cry out. I could sense that my spit had worn off and it was harder to promote. It was also starting to rub my stopcock. I bottomed out again and ground my hips as hard as could into her, wanting to make this last ass thrust go into her stomach.

"Get that tampon out !"I commanded.

I felt her teddy quickly under me. The spirit of her tampon sliding out on the underside of my dick was a unique sensation that almost made me cum right then. If she had masturbated with it, I would have blown my load.

"Out !"she gasped without need. I knew her pussy was void. But, not for long.

calculation that having a wad of cotton in her pussy would have dried her out, I worked up some more spit and rubbed it on my stopcock, and then sprinkle into my hand and rubbed her cunt.

"Ohhhhhh"Rachel moaned"Please Ron, do me now"

This golf hole was meant to be fucked and I buried myself rich inside her.

"Ah !"Rachel gasped out as a combining of ease and surprise took her.

"Ohhhhhhhh ! ass !"yelled out Kim

And my eyes darted to the two gentlewoman. Kim had lifted her face from Tasha's pussy and had her eyes screwed shut, by an intense orgasm. Kim's sass was open in another soundless scream and she was pushing her own pussy onto Tasha's face.

Rachel began to sway back and Forth River, desperately needing to have her pussy worked. I took the jot and began to pump her cunt in at a firm, sensitive pace. My optic were rivoted to the two Lady less than a dozen feet away.

Kim's orgasm retreated and I saw her relax. Tasha pushed on Kim's hips to gain some external respiration way. I heard Tasha moan out

"Do my breast, Kim. Make me cum !"

"Oh ! Oh ! Oh !'came the speech sound from Rachel underneath me. She was going to cum soon.

Kim quickly repositioned herself so she was lying beside her friend with her head at Tasha's chest. Tasha's splayed legs revealed a self-conceited libia and her red fumble, that had me wishing I was eating that pussy.

I tightened my traction on Rachel's hips and began to piston into her as hard and tight I as I could. This was now per lust driven by the tight slit under my control, and the aphrodisiacal ladies putting on a show in straw man of me. My skunk were on overload. I wanted to cum as bad as Rachel did now, and my violent jab were making that authorize to Rachel.

"Awwwl…most….there !"Rachel gasped out as an approximation popped into my head.

With the melodic theme of a new way to punish Rachel as my brake, I pulled out of Rachel earning me a rebuke.

"No ! Ron ! Please !"

"On your vertebral column !'I commanded.

Rachel flipped over faster than a gymnast, spread her genu and offered me her swell up pussy, by lifting her ass off the ground. I knee crawled between her stage and scooped them onto my shoulder. Rachel hated this perspective. She hated not being in dominance when we were having sex. But, that was exactly why I was doing it.

I speared her wet, red cunt and drove myself to the hilt. Rachel did not care.

"Ohhhhh, Yes !"she cried out.

I lifted her ass off the primer coat and started thrusting as surd and as fast as I could. Every few multiplication I found the bottom of her cunt, I would inch myself forward and push Rachel leg towards her ears.

"Oh ! Oh ! Oh !"Rachel sounded again.

I was much more directly stimulating her arouse pea and I knew she wouldn't close long.
I was pounding her as fast as I could. Her tight pussy was milking me, sending me exponentially closer to my own orgasm. I too was not going to last.

"Yessssssssss !"Rachel screamed and I felt her kitty-cat tighten around my member.

Knowing I had just made her cum sent me over the edge and I felt the orgasm flood my dope and strike away my conscious view and environs. As I began to erupt I locked my hip joint into Rachel's and tried to dissipate my encumbrance through her. Rachel's genu touched the sides of her head as I felt my first shot fill her seeded player. I fired twice more and all at once my sexual climax began to recede and my perceptual experience returned.

I looked down at Rachel's angelic face. She was sweaty and breathing hard. Her bosom slightly distorted with sombreness, rose and fell in time.

"Fucckkkkk !"I heard Tasha scream in pleasure and my drumhead whipped up.

Tasha was still on her backbone with turn out peg facing me. Kim's right hand was furiously rubbing Tasha's glistening pussy, while her pass on hand was squeezing one of Tasha's D loving cup, digging finger trenches with her efforts. That pap was drawn into a taut knot about the sizing of a prominent marble. It danced as Kim squeezed and occasionally pinched or tweaked it. The former nipple was hidden from horizon by Kim's sensuous lips as she was sucking it cryptic and hard.

I had not thought it possible, but I was still hard, although Bruno was drooping a bit. I figured the gentlemanly affair to do, would be to hold Kim some help. She was on her knees, using her boldness and Tasha's breast to confirm most of her weight. This angle offered my either of Kim's opening and I got up and moved behind her. I was aroused by the vulnerability of her position. She was mine for the pickings, just as her sister had been mere moment earlier.

My lust was mostly drained from me, so I immediately zeroed in on Kim's cunt, with her lips slightly parted and very moist with her own juices. My bridge player on her hips gave her a tear bit of warning before I pierced her cunt with my rod and began to pump her as quickly as I had military strength for.

At that moment Tasha let out a wail as the penultimate import over took her.

"Yesssssssss ! Oh, fuck !

Kim released Tasha's swollen nipple and positioned her self more comfortably, lying across Tasha, so they formed a"T"as battered into Kim's screw tunnel.

Tasha was coming down from her high up, glanced at me, and gave me a watery, embarrass smile. I felt myself get harder, with both the parsimoniousness from Kim's pussy and the side to side rocking of Tasha's white meat adding to the eroticism.

I felt Kim tighten around me and let out a dampen

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh"

as her orgasm took her. That little sound seemed to puncture both my libido and my putz and I suddenly felt drained. I pulled out, rolled onto my back and closed my eyes, waiting for my own breathing and heart pace to retrovert to rule. I could hear the sounds of Kim and Tasha also shifting and then Kim snuggled up beside me.

"Did you cum inside me ?'she whispered impishly.

"I tried hard, but I 'm all out of bullets."I responded, not please, but still pretty live up to.

"Bet, I could find one more."she challenged.

I was spent. I was fucked dry, and dog tired. My dick was a short sore and I wanted a shower.

"You're going to kill me, Kim."

I heard a footling giggle and she snuggled finisher. I heard Tasha get up and opened my eyes to see her naked body squatting down to retrieve her textile. She got up and stepped into her underwear.

"departure ?"I asked

"Yeah. This was……interesting"she said searching for the last intelligence

Tasha turned her attention to Kim.

"Kimmy, I hope everything works out for you and Rachel. I enjoyed ‘ being'with you"

Tasha had added vehemence on ‘ being'making it clear she was speaking of the finale fifteen min and continued.

"But, what I said still goes. I'm out. You can call if you really, really, need my helper, like if your life is on the melody. But, this is getting to be to a greater extent than I can take."

She had not block dressing during this short speech and had her gasp and blouse on before the final geological period. She carried her bra and shoe over to the chair and finished put on her shoes.

"I understand, Tash. We are grateful for all the help you gave us '' Kim said as she got up to establish her effective friend a hug.

They embraced, looked into each other's optic, and the Tasha turned and walked to and through the door without another word.

Kim turned to face me. She looked a footling sad, but did not seem to be overcome or even approaching tears.

"Shower ?"she suggested

"That would sense trade good"I said thought process of the hot urine, not Kim's house, aphrodisiac body.

"Rach ?"Kim said looking behind me at her sister. I turned to see Rachel, in just her panties, putting the final Kleenex wrap on her used tampon.

"Yeah, but I'll wait until your done. The exhibitor is too small and I need some alone time."Rachel said in a slightly weary voice, but it brightened and hardened with her next line.

"But, don't use all the hot water !'

I grinned weakly and turned towards Kim. We went upstairs, and showered. There was no sex, just some mutual soaping. It was nice, but felt a fiddling mechanical. When we finished, hopefully leaving a little hot pee, we went down stairs and sat at the kitchen table.

"What about tomorrow ?"Kim asked

"What about it ?"I answered, knowing she was talking about crashing Rachel's car, and staging a flak to make it take care like it was the Russians who did it.

"Where are we going to do it ?"

"Somewhere off of I-70, in the batch would be best, I think. I was thinking we that if it looked enough like an stroke, then we would bear two chances of getting away with this. The constabulary could think it was an accident and if not, then we tell them about the Russians'

"I was thinking the same affair, but I think we should do it closer to home. How do we explain what Rachel was doing up there, when the police come up around ?

"We don't explain ; we just looked shocked, aroused, and severalize them we have no musical theme. Besides, if we do it around here, the body will end up on Dr. Syygo's table, and he will never buy that this was an accident. He's probably the comfortably aesculapian examiner in the DoS. Even the Colorado Bureau of Investigation calls him in as a consultant."

"But, if the eubstance was there, you could keep an eye on things, and maybe help to maneuver them in the right direction."Kim argued back at me.

"Kim, you over estimate what I can do."I said with a little emotion rising.

"I think you underestimate what you can do"she said sincerely and then added mischievously."and I think you underestimate what Rachel and I can do"

"Look Kim, the plan is to induce the police think the Russians did it, but I always had it in the spine of my nous that if the burned body ended up with a rushed or incompetent medical examiner, we might just have it ruled as an accident. That would keep the police completely out of it."

"B.but, I…I..but"Kim said with her eyes starting to swell up and her part breaking"I would experience s.so m….."

And then she lost it, and her hired hand went up to her facial expression, shielding her bout from me.

"What is it Kim ?"I said with a slender eminence of terror"What ? !"

"I want you to do it !"she burst out

"Huh ?"wondering what the devil she was talking about. I'm an helper for the doc. I don't do autopsies.

"I would feel better about all of this if it were happening in your dead room. Where you could keep an eye on affair and describe news to us. It is going to kill me not know what is going on !"Kim said with a burst of vocal clarity that belied the lowest few seconds.

‘ Fuck.'I thought ‘ There goes Plan B"

"All right. All flop. Just don't cry"I said as I scooted closer to her to take her in my implements of war

"I guess we can do it in the north voice of town, maybe around Kathryn Elizabeth Smith Rd. There are a few kind of secluded spots there and still in our legal power. But, we have to get away fast after it happens."

"Sniff. Sniff. I'm sorry. This is so stressful and I'm just so beaming to stimulate you with me."Kim said as she set aside her bust and became more calm.

"This is going to earn for a busy day tomorrow. I need to scout out a maculation and then refigure out how to make this happen. In the quite a little, I was going to just fire up the car on flame and get-up-and-go it down an embankment. We are fresh out of cliffs and such here on the plains."I said with a tone of resignation.

"I'm sorry, I'm such a pain."Kim started"But, I'll score it up to you !"she said with a twinkling and knowing border to her voice.

I rolled my eyes.

"Kim, after today, I think I will require Viagra to get it up again."

"We'll see"she giggled

"Bed."I said and then firmly"and sleep."

We went off to my room and we only spooned. Although I would occasionally massage her breast, just because it was there. Kim fell asleep quickly, but I couldn't quietus. I had tomorrow on my mind. So many interrogative sentence. How would we root for this off ? What would I say to the cops where they came around ? Would they be fishy right away ? Would our story hold up ? But, time and metre again, my judgement would return to How. I finally dozed off with that doubtfulness still torturing my mind.

I was up at 6 AM and out the doorway by 6:30 AM. I headed to north Aurora and spent about two minute driving around. I found a fairly secluded spot, where the old farm road turned 90 degrees. If a person were to pretermit that turn of events, there was a gravid cottonwood tree to keep you from ruining contribution of the husbandman's craw. I thought that was going to be the intimately we could do.

My next stop was rest home Depot. I needed to get some thing. After I had found the spot to stage our accident, it became clearly there was only one way to crap this happen. I was going to need a few thing to help us pull it off. Then I was off to the gas station to top off my armored combat vehicle and get a little extra for tonight. We were going to need it.

I got home in time for tiffin. Kim greeted my with a lingering osculation and offered to wee me something to eat. I was famished and took her up on her offer of grill tall mallow and tomato soup. Over the sandwiches, and with Rachel joining us, I explained what I came up with.

"You're frickin'crazy !"said Rachel

"You'll vote out yourself !"repeat Kim

"Fine. Do you stimulate a in effect idea ?"I said defensively.

"We could just drive it into a ditch."said Rachel

"And how likely do you think it would naturally just burst into fire. We have to at least try to produce the fire seem like part of the accident."I counterpunched.

"But, a wreck into a tree ? How will it look if you're utter, too ?"exclaimed Kim

"Rachel's car has passenger side air bags, and I'll wear the fundament smash. If things go alright the biggest concern will be getting me out of the tumble car."

We went back and Forth like this for most of an hour. But, in the end, the ladies could follow up with no former alternative if we were to do this in Aurora.

"Ok then. It's settled. Now I need to work in the garage for awhile and get things prepare for tonight."I said, closing discussion, and adding a percentage point of conclusiveness by pushing my electric chair back and getting up.

It went to the driveway and brought my home store purchases to the garage. In a couple of time of day I had finished what I called my acceleration control stick. It was a 1 x 2, cut to the length that would leave me to wedge it between Rachel's car gas treadle and the driver's seat. I had attached a wooden foot to it, set at an angle so it would better hold the foot pedal. I added a Velcro shoulder strap, which would bind the marijuana cigarette to the pedal, but fastened so I could pull it unaffixed with a sharp tug. Finally, I drilled a yap near the top and added a recollective leather strap, to give me some way to keep me from losing the joystick in the commotion.

With that done, I filled up a gallon gas can, from the five gal can I had purchased and filled earlier today, and then put a few ounces in a glass jar. It was now time to set up Rachel's sales booth in. It was absolutely critical that the stagnant dead body could not be identified through finger mark. So to micturate sure that happened, I filled a syringe with gasoline and spent an hour injecting gasoline in to many points in each finger and component of her manus. When the fire began to burn the subcutaneous gasoline, her entire workforce should burn to the bone.

I placed ziplock bags over each of her hands and left her in the now unplugged deep freezer. It had served its intention of keeping her at 34 degrees, but now with just 60 minutes to go it didn't thing anymore. I put on of Rachel's necklaces around her cervix and Rachel's gamey schoolhouse ring on one finger. I hoped that they wouldn't melt away, but I had to try to return the police something else to help with the ID. That was it. I think I had everything set. Now we just had to expect for it to get dark and late.

dinner party was fast intellectual nourishment that we all picked at. No one had an appetence ; we all had knots in our stomachs. For the past tense week things had been a virtual whirlwind, with almost no clock time to imagine about anything. I was either working on some part of the plan or being screwed senseless by one of the sisters, or Tasha. Now, there was time to do nothing but think. That was not doing me any good. I kept blurting out random motion ;

"Will this really work ?"

"Is this going to really get the Russians off our backs ?"

"What about the Russians ? We haven't heard a peep out of them in days."

"When will the police show up at my doorway ?"

Each question made the lady friend startle, and soon Rachel snapped at me.

"Damn it, Ron ! Shut up ! This isn't helping"

Kim gave her sister a ill-gotten look, and then her eyes softened as she turned her gaze to me.

"I know how to let off some tension"she said getting up.

I had an idea what her tenseness relief plan was, and ordinarily I would have been all for it. But, right now my promontory was a mess and I didn't think a blast job was going to fix that.

"Not right now, Kim"I said try to deflect her gently."I need to keep my head in the secret plan. I want to stool indisputable we aren't missing something."

"Oh, Pooh."She said a allude annoyed."You worry too much. Everything is going to be just fine."

And with that she got up and headed to my bedroom. I followed. She lay on the bed and I thought for certainly she was going to turn on the tears again. But, she just lay on her English facing me.

"I figure I might as well try to get in a nap. I doubt we will get much nap later."She said matter of factly.

I lay beside her, spooning her, and tried to follow her lead. Surprisingly, we had some winner. I know I nodded off several time and persona of the evening melted away. But, the sleep was not deep or very reposeful. Around midnight I rolled off the bed. Kim followed wordlessly and we went in lookup of Rachel. She was lying on the couch, asleep. Kim woke her up and we began our final preparations.

We loaded the two gas arse into my car and put the dead physical structure in Rachel's back seat, covering it with a blanket. I really hoped we would not be pulled over, but if we did, the blanket would at least buy us time to think of something or hope the cop got a more serious outcry taking him away. Then Kim and I got into my car and Rachel climbed into hers. We were off. In about fifteen min we would be at the crossroad of luck and conclusion. There our animation were going to transfer forever.


To be continued .