I lead a nice boring lifetime. That's the way I like it. I don't need any big senior high, and I hope that is balanced out by not having the big first either. I have a adequate job ; I'm help medical examiner at the county mortuary. It's far from glamorous, but it pays the bills. I drive a decent car, and I can travel a minuscule each year.

Not that I have anyone to move around with. I'm recently divorced. We just signed the papers last month. God, was that bitter. Rachel and I had been married for five years ; no kids, 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 flare-up housing bubble ; two nearly paid for cars ; and we each had a retirement account.

I'm just glad I was in charge of our money. I'd had kept Rachel on a budget, vetoed the idea of getting a huge theater, an adjustable interest rate mortgage, and I had not allowed recognition card debt. Rachel fucking hated that. She came from a house that spent money, regardless of possessing it or not. Their mention cards were always maxed out ; they changed cars every other year, and lived in a house they couldn't afford. She thought we should live the Saami way.

I guess some of that was my fault. I always treated her like a queen, giving her present tense, taking her out as often as I could, and spending any duplicate money I had on her. You couldn't fault me, though. Rachel is a fucking knockout. She's the hot blonde right out of central Casting. Five-five, tight image, perfect c-cup dope, a really nice seat, and the expression of an angel. She really looked like she belonged in the movie.

I had no approximation what she saw in me. I'm honorable looking enough ; above average if I wanted to risk being called stuck up. But, Rachel is at to the lowest degree a step or two above me. When we were dating I was in heaven with her on my arm. The guys would gaze at her and then attend 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 work 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 last few months before the wedding we had sex a few times. At the time I thought it was neat. I came to earn 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 take sex. Are you kidding me ? This was supposed to be one of the most especial nights of our biography and she was going to check 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 person and I expect sex from my wife. It was a invariable struggle to get it once a week. It was frustrating especially when I would drop the week ogling her toothsome trunk, seeing her naked in the shower, or just getting dressed. She would beat back me state of nature just vacuuming the room wearing jeans. Oh, surely, If she wanted something ; like an expensive dress, she would twist on the charm, seduce me, and usually get what she wanted. That sex always put me on cloud nine and those times became the high spot of my life.

They were also few and far between. I'm not a miser. Not even close. I do my region to facilitate the American English economy, but I just refuse to over-extend myself. My parents did that. wellspring, Dad mostly. Mom was the responsible one. Dad would contribute home base useless gadgets, like an automatic pistol potato peeler, all the time. They eventually had to declare bankruptcy, back when I was still in high school day. I was embarrassed for them, and even though they tried to obliterate it, I knew they were both, especially Dad, ashamed over it.

Not long after, we found Dad deadened, in his bed. The postmortem said inadvertent death by pills and John Barleycorn. I always wondered. Dad drank, and he took painkiller for an old injury from his US Army mean solar day. But, he knew the risk. He lectured me once when the dentist gave me a prescription for Vicoden, after having a Wisdom of Solomon tooth pulled.

"Now don't you go out drunkenness, while you're taking those anovulant. That's a sure way to get dead."He told me.

Yeah, I always wondered if it was really an fortuity. 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 dollars in our savings account and would require to go down on it. My protests of needing it in case something happening were always answered with.

"You worry too much. We're young ; we need to stimulate 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 correctly 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 melodic theme. She got a lawyer, paid for with our money. I had to get one, too. We went back and forth for months. She demanded alimony, even though we both worked and she had a full job. She wanted a piece of my small 401 ( k ). She wanted me to pay off her personal acknowledgment carte. Finally, I gave in and signed over all interest in our menage ; the only asset we had of value and she signed the composition.

I was dislodge. 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 birthday. Kimmy is Rachel's petty baby ; the ‘ homely sister'as she calls herself. Rachel has Playboy face. Her sis, Kimmy, is the daughter succeeding door. Her body is on par with her sister's ; maybe a little smaller in the chest and slightly flat hips, but still very pretty. It was just hard to put up up to Rachel, and Kimmy hated living in her sister's shadow.

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

It was dark in the order 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 table filled with her, three other missy, and Rachel. I gave a perfunctory nod to Rachel, who did the Saame, as Kimmy threw her arms around me and gave me a very aggressive kiss. It took me a second to recapture my card as I returned her wet, lusty, buss.

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 result seemed well short of the intensity of that kiss.

This could be an interest night I thought, and accepted Kimmy's invitation to take the remaining seat. Kim reintroduce me to her three missy admirer, all of which I had met. kickoff there were the Twin Falls Sister, Karenic and Sharon. They weren't identical, and I could never see any family resemblance. Karen was blond with blue sky eyes. Sharon had brown pilus and morose middle. The other lady was Tasha, a pretty red-head, and Kimmy's best friend.

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

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

Kimmy was most tidal bore. Her girlfriend agreed. Rachel glared.

"Another lily-white zin, Rach ?"I asked politely.

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

A strain from Whitesnake came on and Kimmy grabbed me by the paw and started to drag me out to the dancing 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 in care 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 dance floor.

"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 Sung. I could not facilitate find how undecomposed Kimmy looked. She was wearing crocked jeans that showed off the curve ball of her dead body. She was being a good girl and had on a bra, but that did not prevent her breasts from bouncing, heaving and capturing my attention. 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 sugariness Child of Mine by gun for hire and Roses came on. This song was less energetic and we spent way too practically sentence looking into each other's eyes. When it ended she eased into my arms and gave me another deep kiss, which I eagerly returned. I was still confused, but I couldn't help snog her backbone. Her kiss was hot, driving, and was meant to pound dwelling a degree beyond ‘ Thanks for the dance."Part of me understood that distributor point, and I felt an hard-on outset to grow. I broke off the kiss.

"Kimmy, hoi polloi are going to gaze"I said grin, but not taking my weapon from around her.

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

I rolled my eyes and contribute her back to the table. The deglutition had arrived and I nearly drained mine with the first long pull. I noticed Rachel had not warmed up to me at all, and was staring sticker at me. We talked for a few strain, telling write up, and Kim flirting with me seemingly non-stop.

The music era changed as Lady Gaga's stove poker Face came on. Tasha got up, grabbed my hand and said.

"Time to pay up. This is my favorite song"

I had no intention of saying no, either to paying my debt or to ogle Tasha as she moved on the floor. Tasha was small, about 5'2 ”. Maybe a smidgen heavy, but that only made her ass smell really Nice. I already mentioned her flowing red mane, which hung down to her berm, and accented her scintillation green center. She probably had C-cup breasts, but they looked prominent on her small skeleton. Tasha is very pretty and I could tell from the shelve chit-chat, that she was easy to verbalise to. That was hard on the terpsichore floor, but I tried anyway.

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

"You know, Kimmy really likes you."

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

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

"Ya, divorced from her sister"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 saltation ended. I opened my arms and gave Tasha a hug.

"Thanks for the dance……and the pass 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 counterpart decided they were dry, Tasha was nursing her's, and Rachel gave me the look I used to get when I she wasn't getting her way.

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

‘ screw'I thought. I was getting run down. 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 paw.

We danced an up-and-coming version of Nazareth's Hair of the Dog, but Karen and Sharon seemed much more interested in each former than me. I kind of felt like a airscrew, but whatever. It was fun. We all sang along to the chorus line over and over again.

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

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

The three of us sat down. I wiped my hilltop, and exhaled. The new rhythm of deglutition appeared about the fourth dimension my heart rate dropped to 100, and I took another long pull.

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

Before I could even indite an answer much less 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 slight baby"Kimmy said with a mischievous grin.

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

"We've never had sex !"

They all had the Same smirk on their face, like the joke was on me. Kimmy and I have flirted shamelessly for the last five years. She was a gangly 15 twelvemonth old when I started dating her Sister. There was intimate tautness between us for years, especially when it was evident that matter 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 looker herself. Late in our marriage ceremony if I needed a illusion to avail relief myself when Rachel wouldn't ; Kimmy's cheek and organic structure would stand in. She was an easy person to like. She is personable and sweet-flavored, with just a touch of bitch thrown in. She is smart and has a great sense of humor.

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

‘ trouser hounding gutter-snipe, with the morality of an alley cat, a syphilitic crotch, all tied together by illusion of adequacy."

The fille had made a head at her then boyfriend, and left in tears. I laughed at her later about it, and almost got my own earful, before she realized I was not mocking her.

Now, though ? I had not thought about char in general for various calendar month, least of all Kimmy. I damn near forgot about her natal day, I was so focused on getting out of my spousal relationship. What was she up to ? I thought I was about to line up out when she almost shouted

"It's about time."

As the forte-piano intro for All my life history by K-Ci and JoJo came over the sound system of rules, Kimmy took me by the hand and led me out to the dance story and poured herself into my arms. Kimmy is much myopic than my 6 invertebrate foot top ; maybe coming in at 5'4 ”. ‘ Dynamite in minuscule packages"was the stage that often sprang to mind.

I took in her odour, as she rested her head on my shoulder ; her rose flowered shampoo, and the tinge of her pernicious perfume. I could sense her breasts infatuation against my pectus and that thought started to get me aroused, again.

Needing a distraction I tried to verbalize'

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

"Call me Kim. Kimmy is a minuscule young woman's name.'and then she pulled back a good 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, practical outfit of blue jean and a sweater. Both were tighter than they needed to be, showing off the alluring swells of her breasts and the shapeliness of her articulatio coxae and peg. She came back to me satisfied.

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

"I told Rachel that I was going to take in 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 crying and a retreat to the threshold 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 command."Kim, please talk to me."

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

"I'm sorry. You just take in me by surprise. No wonder Rachel was so pissy towards me"

"sniff…Why do you pass on a fuck what my cherished big sister thinks, anyway ?"Kim snapped at me angrily.

A grand reasons seem to flood into my thinker. But logic defeated them all in second base. I smiled at her and said.

"I guess I don't"

"Then am I not proficient 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 shoulders as she looked at her skid was the only answer I got.

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

Kim looked up, but did not look totally convinced.

"Really, you're fun to be around. You just caught me by surprise. You know what a bitch 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 minuscule hilarity"I didn't get a chance to snaffle your ass."

That got a smile from her. Kim had actually done that to me at my wedding reception. We were in the middle of a slow dancing, and she dropped one hand and filled it with my ass. She giggled when I about came out of my hide.

But, then the persuasion of the wedding response reminded me of something else

"How are you and Rachel doing after……"I let the doubt stall out.

Kim and Rachel's parents had been killed six month ago, in a traffic fortuity. Kim still lived in the syndicate home. Rachel had moved back in after the divorcement. They both needed mortal to lean on, plus the bills had to be paid. I led her back to the saltation trading 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 have to sell the house."She said with an air of resignation.

Kim pulled me in plastered and I did not jib. The dancing was nearly over so we just swayed slowly holding each other ; feeling each other's affectionateness and the emotion of the dance. The song ended and we held each for an extra indorsement and then she pulled back, taking my mitt with her.

"You forgot to snaffle my ass."She said with a smirk.

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

We were back to the table in present moment. Then I heard Tasha say.

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

Karen and Sharon did the same thing, 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 branding iron isn't as dense as I'd have to be to not pick 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 drive me home."

I rolled my oculus and then hugged each of the departing lady good-bye. 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 frame was not going to impair me near as a great deal as whatever Kim had tried to guard off with her 105 lbs. She did not reason. We rode to her mansion in silence, marked only by her insisting ( I did not mind ) to hold my right on hand as we traveled. My pail seats, much to her annoyance did not allow her to sit close.

I had knew what was going to happen when I got Kim dwelling. She wasn't exactly being insidious. But, it was happening so fast. Should I sleep with her ? I mean she's a little wino ; I don't want to take reward of her. It's not like I don't want to ; Kim is very pretty and I haven't had sex in months. Would I be leading her on, if I do ? snake pit, would I be leading her on period ? Do I love her ? Did I love her sister ? How much Grant Wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck would ? nookie, I don't know.

We pulled in the driveway, and I still had no mind 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 munition around me, and pulled me in for a kiss. She pulled back a few inch, and said

"So, are you going to give way me any problem ?"

I just stared stupidly at her, not knowing how I was going to respond. She added more piano kisses and then continued

"I think I've made it clear what I want, so am I gon na get lucky ?'she said in a tint that was both soft and insistent at the Saame time.

"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 exasperated suspiration 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 notice 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 baby shining like the sun, you couldn't even see me, let entirely placard me."

"I used to call back of you when I would fantasy"I said without thinking

"Fantasize ?"she said perking up with a very mischievous 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 movie star sister in the home and when you would yank off, you thought of me ?"she said amused.

I blushed deeper, but could not bring myself to even nod my caput.

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

Those ten lyric 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 compeer passionateness. There had been adequate foreplay in the final stage half decade. She knew what she wanted, and so I was going to impart it to her.

My hands went for her perspirer, but she beat me by half a beat, and pulled it over her question. The spear carrier few mo to wait for Kim to polish off her bra were too many. I needed to see her tits. I hungered to taste her yield. I longed to feel her nipple harden in my mouth. I reached under her breasts, yanked her bra over them and took her nub into my mouth. Kim's breast was firm, inviting, and I mauled her other melon as I teased her nipple into a soaked cherry.

Kim jumped at my belligerent action, recovered, released her now useless bra, and unfastened her jean. I grudging released her bosom, so I could unclothe. My apparel were gone in an New York minute, and I pulled Kim to me and kissed her passionately, our tongues dancing, and each of us moaning our lustfulness as we pawed at each other.


I kissed Kim into the couch, and I worked my torso between her willingly parted legs. I was so close to taking her. My sass moved from hers to her cheek, and then her cervix. I nibbled, sucked, and kissed.

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

I took one helping hand and moved it above her head, earning a puzzled flavor. The second hand followed.

"You are not allowed to travel those hands."I told her with a wry grinning, and I kissed my way down her taut halfway to her soft pubic mound.

Kim parted her wooden leg wider, giving my untied accession to her neatly trimmed pussycat. I was greeted by the musk of her arousal and the glistening of her self-conceited vulva.

"Mmmmmmmm"Kim moaned in anticipation.

Rachel had never been this willing in her aliveness, and I dove in. I started at the undersurface of her dripping nook and dragging my tongue 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 lap up, once again caressing her lovemaking pea with my tongue.

"Ohhhhhhh"Kim moaned a little louder.

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

After various laps around her pussy, Kim began to strain with expectancy, as I approached her button, so I gave it my undivided care. I licked around it, swirling my tongue, and then using my lips to push up the minuscule punk to subject her love push button to my oral exam assault.

"Ohh ! Ohhh ! Kim groaned out

I took her petty sexual love button between my rim and massaged it with my brim imagining I was chewing it. I got the reaction I was hoping for as Kim took in a quick hint and let it out in tantalise intimation. I released it, licked all around it, and then took it back in between my lips and began to hum with it there.

"Fffffffuck !"she cried out as her hired hand came down and crunch my face into her quaking pussy, and I felt her branch tense.

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

"Happy Birthday"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 tetrad

"Do me from behind ! Fuck me operose !"

The heap of Kim on her helping hand and knees, vulnerable, offering herself to me, made me remember all of the metre I took her in my dreams ; all the prison term I buried myself inscrutable into her love tunnel, and the excitement I felt when I climaxed by my own hand. I was about to live that and my prick was so intemperately it hurt.

I moved in behind her, but could not resist feeling her ass. It was like the rest of her young physical structure ; business firm, enticing, arousing. I moved my hands all over it, kneading the globes and caressing her hips. My hands followed them to her waistline, getting a rush of adrenaline as I thought how it would finger to use her hips as a lever tumbler to push myself mystifying 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 complimentary of the tension that was building.

My hands left Kim's waistline and they reached underneath to find her free boob. I kneaded them slowly, feeling how heavy they were ; how business firm, and how tight the nipples had constricted. I ground my hips into hers, trying to delete just a little of my frustration, 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 penetrate her pussy, and bring her another climax.

I rubbed my pecker inside her, testing, teasing, and then I pushed it in firmly, feeling her tight slit grudgingly office to go for me. I took in a deep breath as my full measure was lost inside her and then shivered in modest backup man and a deepening hunger

"Ohhhhhh. Yeah."Kim added as I began to slowly roll in the hay her tight pussy.

I moved in and out slowly, savoring the way her snatch milked my cock. This added more piss to the lunar time period building behind me, forcing me to move faster. I was rapidly losing command. My lust and hunger were taking control.

My step quickened and it fed on itself. Each thrust in sent a jolt of pleasure that would break up and take 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 ! piece of tail me ! Harder ! Harder !'

The young woman in my fantasies was begging to be pounded harder, driving my sexual stress to new heights. I was getting tightlipped and I was no longer in restraint. I could not stop now. I used Kim's hip joint to motor her binding into me as I stabbed bass and harder. The collision was tearing. I might be hurting her, I could not assure, but I could not terminate. I had to cum. I had to give relief

Cracks formed in the wall resisting my climax, and Kim's terminal cry of pleasure shattered it and I began to explode inside her.

"Awwwwwwwwww !

I yelled above Kim's own shouts, as my hips locked into hers and I poured my love succus into her constricting kitty-cat. I felt myself spurt once, twice, and then a third time, surely sending a gallon of liquid in to her tiny fix. I viciously pulled Kim's hips into mine and felt the flood tide of pleasance washables over me, subscribe me, and drive all other thought away. I shivered, convulsed, and saw niggling black spots, as I was drowned in the sensation.

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

I looked around for something to clean ourselves, as Kim opened her centre, met mine, and smiled happily, maybe with a touch of embarrassment. I saw a Kleenex box on a nearby standstill. My softened organ melted out of Kim. I got up and retrieved the tissue paper so we could minimize the spotting of the carpet.

Kim got up too and I heard her say

"Owwwwww ! That hurt's"

Oh, Fuck. I thought. I hurt her ! God, I'm such a know idiot ! I pounded and pounded, without thinking. I was so selfish and she's suffering ! I tore her ! Fuck ! She'll hatred me ! Now we are going to have to go to the emergency way, and Kim will give to explain what happened and how it happened, and who did it to her ! It will probably be in the papers ! and Shit, what will Rachel say ?

"What's wrong ? !"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 farsighted, passionate kiss.

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

Kim chuckled and said.

"I'm not ready of glass ! You were great !"

I let out a sigh of respite and pulled her in for a hug, feeling her house breasts jam against me.

"Shower ?"Kim offered


"Oh, Yeah"I said grinning

We look a long hot exhibitioner, where we had sex again and I enjoyed soaping her ripe trunk. I made sure that her breasts got very strip, soaping them several metre and licking scoop from her mamilla making both them and my own shaft hard. The water system eventually turned frigid and chased us into her bed for the night.



The adjacent daybreak we were awakened by the auditory sensation of Kim's sleeping accommodation door being slammed. We woke with a start, looked up, and saw Rachel standing there looking pissed.

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

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

I got out of bed and looked for my underclothes to pull 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 overjealous. God knows why. She attracts male attention like flowers attract bees. It was voice of the marriage ceremony I never got used to. Guys would flirt constantly with her ; and it didn't affair 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 times for being suggestive. Her own sis ! Whatever.

Kim and I threw on our dress. I didn't like that. Kim looked very good naked and I had enjoyed seeing every curvature of her body. Her overturned, pout breasts ; her thoroughgoing legs ; the delicate lines of her bare shoulder, the gruntle panache of her articulatio coxae, and the say dude 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 eyes

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

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

"Why are you doing this to me ?'Rachel said, to me, with lots lupus erythematosus anger than before.

I took in a breath about to set in motion into a recollective account 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 dark. I went after him."

I was going to object to the rape component. As I recall, I was pretty uncoerced. But, Kim did not calculate like she was in the mode for humor.

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

This was a frivol away across Rachel's bow. Rachel had fallen quarry to Kim's lingua on more than one juncture. She was not Kim's equal when it came to brainpower and wit. Rachel was no boob, but she knew where her boundary 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 glad as hell."

She did not sound like she was happy for us.

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

I could feel my temper start to simmer. Nothing pisses me off quicker than being told what to do. Even in a piece of work environment. I always chafed under a Bos who said"Do this ... Do that."My current boss, the coroner, Dr. Syygo, asked for anything that needed done. It was like I had a alternative. Even though we both knew I didn't. It was just more polite, more educate. Rachel knew this and was pushing my buttons. I found my representative before Kim, this time.

"Rachel, you don't tell me what to do, anymore. I'm not your married man 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 help him ? What does he ask, a dark-green card ?"snapped Kim

"His name is Petrov"said Kim snootily,"And, yes, he is part of this. Actually he is almost of this"she said, again in that tone of pronouncement, turning up the fire heating system my temper.

"What exactly are we supposed to help you with ?"ask Kim, annoyance meld with curiosity.

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

"movement ? Where ? Why ?"Kim asked very very much startled and confused.

"He's asked me to marry him and I've accepted. We are going to live 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 choler grow a bit more.

"Well, I'm willing to help load down if you can work around my schedule, but I'm not going to California"I stated flatly, trying to ascertain my wrath for Kim's sake.

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

My temper kicked up two to a greater extent notches at her tint and at her option of word. 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 reasonableness Ron and I divorced."she said in the same god-damned flavour. 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 pain in the neck and anger.

"A year or so ago, Dad got a savage whisker about home security measures and had a home organisation installed. Part of that involved a surveillance system, interior the house. The thought 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 hot seat, to avoid the television camera in this room."

Kim said that pointing first at the chairman Rachel sat in, and then up above it to a small black box looking right at us.

That was enough for me to connect the dots. Rachel had checked out the video from the television camera covering the living room, doubtless hoping to feel exactly what she did. Now we would do her bidding or she was going to evince it to everyone and claim that concluding night's sex took place before the divorcement.

child's play ! My biliousness boiled over. You can only quetch a dog so many times before he bites.

"You fucking backbite"

I echoed Kim, but unlike her, I got up off the couch, walked over to Rachel. Her eyes got wide, she was certain I was going to belt her one. I was, but at the cobbler's last back, the word ‘ belt'triggered a better estimation and I grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the chair and drug her across the room, over to the dining room.

"Let me go, dammit ! I'll display everyone the video recording if you don't !"Rachel yelled with terror as she stumbled behind me.

"Kim, don't interfere ! She has had this coming for a hanker time."I scolded Kim, who was shocked into silence ; something rare 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"

Whack ! whang ! whang ! Whack ! whang !

I delivered the first gust of the spanking Rachel had earned over the last half decade. I had been pushed past rationalness ; past even mentation.

"Owwwwwww !"Rachel screamed

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

Each word was punctuated with another blow to her jean covered can. But, even through my angriness it still struck me how arrant Rachel's ass was ; perfectly rounded hips, tapering down forming a nice eye form. Her keister itself ; round, full, and firm.

whack ! rap ! whang ! Whack !

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

"Can I help ?"said Kim coolly.

rap ! belt ! I continued as Kim's word's filtered in. I had always loved Rachel's ass. And with each swat, my anger was dissipating, and my arousal was growing. I could feel myself growing hard with Rachel's dead body on top of me, both trying to asphyxiate my growing erection and egging it on. I stopped spanking Rachel.

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

"Don't you dare !"scolded Rachel

whang ! whack ! rap !

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

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

I did, but only long enough to pull her blouse and bra up, exposing her white meat. I grabbed the bare melon and squeezed it firmly for outcome, and then took her nipple between my pollex and index and gave it a firm pinch.

"Owwwwww ! Don't !"

"clench still ! Those knickers are coming off, and if you don't clutches still I'm going to see if this nipple wrench off, too"

She kept struggling so, I began to twist it.

"Owwwwwwwwwwww ! ! Stop !"she screamed

"Hold still and I will"

She complied, and Kim reached underneath and undid her pant, and zipper. I let go of Rachel's nipple and instead busied myself with releasing her early titty. Rachel did not object. I quickly had both tit free. I could feel their weight unit as they hung free, and I busied one hand with fondling them. Kim was working both the jeans and scanty down her hips when Rachel spoke again.

"Please don't do this !"

"still !"I ordered"You've had this coming for a long clock time !'

The dungaree and panties cleared Rachel's hips and then slid down easily, giving me my start panorama of her bottom. 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 suppose Kim, should we wind up the job and deprive her naked ?"I said motioning to her top.

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

"Fuck you !"Rachel snapped

"smack ! Slap ! smacking ! I unloaded three abrasive swats to her defencelessly ass.

"Owwwwwwww ! halt !"

The speech sound was so much unlike. More smooth. It sounded like it hurt. It felt amazing from my end ; as her bottomland gave into the blows, but instantly bounced back as if to ask for more.

"Owwwwww !"That fucking hurts"Rachel screamed.

smacking ! Slap ! Slap ! I continued and then added.

"Apologize to your babe and then ask her to rent off your clothes"

"Owwwww ! fucking you both !"Rachel screamed.

So I spanked her harder and faster.

Slap ! smacking ! slap ! smack Slap ! slap !

"Noooooooo ! stay ! 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 burning on her ass

"And…"I prompted

She was tacit, knowing her mouthpiece was going to her in trouble, but ineffective to ask Kim to finish stripping her.

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

"Owwwwwww ! Rachel yelled"Kimmy, contract off my clothes, please ! stopover ! It hurts !"

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

The color had improved to a inscrutable red overall. I put my bridge player on her ass and felt that it had warmed, but it was not hot. That fact begged me to begin again and I did.

"This is for trying to blackmail us !"

smack ! smack ! Slap ! Slap ! slap !

"This is for trying to lodge us to facilitate you !"

Slap ! Slap ! Slap ! Slap ! smack !

"No ! Stop it ! Stop it ! I'm sorry ! I'm sorry !

"This is for being a kick at Kim's natal day company"

Slap ! Slap ! Slap ! slap ! smack !

"Please ! No more !"

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

Slap ! Slap ! smacking ! slap ! Slap !

"Owwwwwww ! Stop ! Please ! No to a greater extent ! I'm sorry !"

"Here."Kim said interrupting my rhythm method and handing me a prostrate hair coppice

"Give her some for me. She was always flirting with young man. 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 vivid as Rachel erupted into new, intense struggle and worked furiously to block the ravishment.

Yowwwwwww ! No ! Stop 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 bust now, and my ira was starting to unfreeze under them, but I remembered one more affair, which spurred me on.

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

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

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

My arm was tired. My angriness nearly gone. But I was now hard as a stone. 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 hand and rubbed her red ass. Rachel jumped, probably thinking she was to be abused more. But, I was done inflicting nuisance. My mentation were on pleasure ; mine.

I squeezed her red ass, feeling how hot her cutis was, and house her butt was. And then I gently spread her ass cheeks, revealing her little 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 restraint. She knew how vulnerable she still was.

"You should fuck 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 tepid smack to her ass.

"placidity !"I ordered

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

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

"Tell you what, Rachel. I will give you a chance to justify 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 no-good, 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 annul having your ass fucked"

Rachel sat for a minute, thinking, and then sighed.

"Are you going to cum in my mouth ?"Rachel asked weakly

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

"Do I have to swallow up ?"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 Sister's, pouty, upturned, and firm looking. One nipple, the one I had twisted, looked a little swollen. My turncock reminded me how ruttish I was.

"Rachel, would you mind 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 nether region 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 hand went up and began to squeeze her former tit. I felt her sensible teat Begin to tighten, and I teased it with my tongue. Rachel squirmed slightly and I used my discharge hand to pull in her in tightly. She winced as I handled her sore ass, but did not pull away. I switched position and worked on her early breast, sucking like I was drawing pleasure directly from her mortal.

I pulled back, grabbed both titty and kneaded them feeling them give to my will and spring back. I was so ready for her sass. I stood up, pulled down my pants and underwear and sat back in the chair. One look from me and Rachel was on her articulatio genus.

She took me hesitantly into her sassing and began to circle the head of my prick with her clapper, delaying the lantern slide into her depths, but also ramping up my anticipation and defeat. I let out a groan as my turncock finally slid into her sass and went to the vertebral column of her pharynx. Rachel then started a tiresome spinal column and forth, rhythmic move. Sliding me in, while pressing her natural language on the undersurface, and adding a little more suck 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 osculation. My manus found Kim's titty and I massaged them through her shirt. She had not put on a bra for our rendezvous with Rachel, and I could experience her erect nub easily through her shirt. Kim pulled back, and took her shirt off letting me fete, first with my heart, and quickly with my mouth on her perfect breasts.

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

"Mmmmmmmmm"I moaned into Kim's breast as Rachel continued to go back and forth, driving me mad. I began to rock my pelvic arch 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 lead off to move faster. I felt a tremble run down my spine as her glossa slid faster under my throbbing organ. She went fast still. I took my sass from Kim's luscious nipple.

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

And then the trigger flipped and I began to spout hot cum into Rachel's mouth. Rachel felt the inaugural rope, and to my surprised she swallowed and kept milking me. It was like it was her own life's roue. I squeezed Kim's breast and at my number 1 explosion I greedily took in her nipple and began to force it deep into my mouth.

I felt my s spurt and then my third. Rachel was taking it all and Kim was pulling me tight into her firm boob making breathing impossible. But, I did not care. Breathing was not important at the moment. Filling Rachel's sass with cum and my own mouth with miserly, tumid nipple overwhelmed me, and pushed everything else out.

I backed away from Kim's chest and pulled her in for another bass kiss, as my orgasm peaked and began to draw back. Rachel finished and withdrew, but slowly jacked me off, as if not wanting to be finished. Kim and I kissed, moving the phonograph needle down from red hot passionateness to unbend 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 thought of her swallowing was as far fetched as clip travel. I kissed Kim again and whispered.

"Thank you. That was the superlative experience of my life."

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

"I think I love you"

I meant that too.

"Me, too"she whispered back.

Rachel got up, and without a watchword gathered up her clothes and went upstairs. We heard the bathroom door close, and soon the shower bath was running. Kim and I cuddled together on the sofa, saying nothing for a foresighted 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 encourage me to make sex, hell to practically despoil, your sister ?"

"Sisters talk."Kim started."Rachel would confess to using sex to get what she wanted and rationing it out, like it was gold. I just thought that you deserved to aim a little……..and I wanted to see how you would react if you could make me or Rachel.

"What ?"I looked at her with all-embracing eyes."That was a mental testing ?"

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

"I'm not for certain 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 last night"

"So, it starts"Kim said with a grin and a light feeling"I'm soon to become a sports widow."

The TV linked up with the satellite and soon the black window was replaced by a scene featuring a smoldering car with exigency equipment all around. The announcer was in mid-sentence.

‘ on the stipulation of anonymity told this reporter that police force are treating this as a homicide, and that explosives were likely involved. The personal identity of the man killed in the explosion has not been released, but my reservoir Tell me that he is a Russian national, here on a work visa. His name is Boris Leniovich. My source tells me that Petrov is suspected of having draw to the Russian mob, who may be trying to gain a foot time lag in the Mile-High City area."

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

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

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

"Hungry ?"Kim queried

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

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

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

There was a longsighted pause and Rachel's voice changed to surprise and then shock.

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

Kim and I looked at each other, each of eyeing the same unspoken dubiousness. Rachel was almost in crying now.

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

And then all we heard was Rachel sobbing.


To be continued……..