My whole Monday was a cataclysm. I could not reduce. Between thinking about the two beautiful cleaning lady waiting at home for me, the Russian who had attacked them, and trying to picture out how to steal a body out of the morgue, getting anything done was out of the question.

What ? Steal a body ? Yes, I know. The reader's Digest version is that Rachel, my ex, was dating a Russian mobster. He stole money from the mob. Rachel and he were supposed to runway together. He changed his mind, dumped her, and ran off leaving her to explicate it to his mobster buddies.

I had just started seeing Kim, Rachel's sis, the Night before Rachel got the news about her boyfriend. Savior, that was just 36 hours ago ! That next day, ( yesterday ) one of the Russians came to travel to the sisters while I was out. He was going to torture and kill them in trying to find out the money. He ran away when I showed up. The ma'am then convinced me to steal a soundbox and burned it up to pass it off as Rachel, so she could disappear. Then the mobster would exit her alone. As a pleasurable consequence to us being cooped up at my house together, I have been fucking both of them, ceaselessly.

So, you can see. I'm a piddling distracted. I spent the day making misunderstanding, cleaning them up or apologizing for them to my hirer, Dr Syygo. Dr. Syygo is the coroner and runs the morgue where I work. He asked if I was all right. I told him I was having girl trouble. He just shook his school principal with a knowing smile. I am sure he thought it was the formula kinship drama. But, after this suddenly talk with my boss, the heyday of an melodic theme started to bloom.

Dr Syygo is in his mid-fifties, but he takes care of himself. He has average looks and an aging athletic physique. I am sure as shooting he would have the selection of the middle age divorcee about town, if he were single. But, he is married to a nice, plump, lady of about fifty. I always thought they made a bit of an odd twain.

I had also always thought that Dr Syygo spent more than the rule male average, ogling Rachel. You have to empathize. Rachel is a fucking KO. Movie star face with a man-about-town centerfold torso. The running prank from everyone, for our completely union, was ‘ What does she see in him ?"I always pretended not to see the comments. My buddies would taunt me, but I saw less and less of them after the marriage.

When we were married, Rachel & I would attend the yearbook Xmas party, the one-year summer pushover, and the various former company functions. Dr Syygo always seemed to be striking up a conversation with Rachel. His eyes would invariably drift down to her plenteous segmentation. He rarely failed to look up to her as she walked away from him. He was not terribly overt, but I noticed ; Rachel noticed ; and I imagine his married woman noticed.

What has me thinking today are my memories about when Dr Syygo heard that I was getting a divorce ; he seemed to be a trivial please about it. He never said anything outright. But his awkward smile and some elusive comments about her hereafter plans without me, made it fairly clear. I was thinking maybe that could be useful.

I had called Kim on each of my breaks ; checking to see it they were OK, or had seen any fishy people about. She assured me they were OK ; bored, and Kim, at least, was horny. Oh, Goody. One more thing to save me unhinge. I was hoping I could keep from burning down the morgue.

I did manage that, but not much else. I was never so glad to see 5 o'clock in my life. Rush hour on I-225 sucked and I did not get base until six. I walked in the room access and was greeted by a barely dressed Kim. She was wearing a bikini. Perhaps she had gotten a petty sun. The top covered her breasts well, but could not enshroud either their fullness or the put up pap straining the cloth. I took her greedily into my arms and gave her a wet, invigorating candy kiss.

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

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

I pulled her back in and added a little More love to my efforts and released her.

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

"speech production of my ex-wife ; how did she make up today ?"I asked

Rachel and Kim had been home all day and I figured it would be easy for the ladies to run themselves into a panic over the incident with the Russian yesterday. Yesterday, Rachel had also had, first reluctant, and then maybe not so reluctant sex, with her own sister. Based on how she had enjoyed it, I suspected that Rachel was gay and had finally let herself believe it. It would explicate our sex lifetime when we were married. All of that gave her a lot to mull over today.

"She's been kind of quiet all day. She's in your guest elbow room, taking a nap. You want to go stay on her ?"Kim asked with a hint of anxiety in her voice.

"O-kayyy"I said drawing the Bible out feeling like there was something up.

We walked and Kim shhhhhed me, urging me to be placidity and to take the air lightly. We came up to the threshold jam and Kim looked around it, into the room. She emerged grinning conspiratorially, and urged me to take a peep, as she held a fingerbreadth to her brim. I was wondering what the hell was going on.

I looked around slowly and felt my oculus go astray. Rachel was definitely not napping. Rachel was defenseless, her ramification were overt facing me, and buried in her cunt was a with child, veined dildo. Rachel was grinding her hips into the mattress, in obvious joy. She had one hand working the false cock in and out of her cunt, and the other rubbing her button.

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

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

I may make said that, but I felt an urge to look again. My rooster was urging me to as well. Kim pulled me to her and kissed me hard. Her hired hand reached down and cupped by shaft. I took my cue from her and grabbed a smattering of her barely covered ass and kneaded it like scratch. Rachel's low moan broke our bosom and I looked around into the room again.

Rachel was now holding her dildo steadily and pumping her hips back and forth into it, fucking herself to the brink of heaven. Her free hired hand had moved to her tit and she was squeezing it, while rubbing her teat with her thumb. The areola was pulled tight with her foreplay, forming a tight little knot, which she roughly caressed. Rachel's eyes were closed, and her mouth open in tacit cries of pleasure. If she was not orgasming, she would be very soon.

My stopcock was hard enough to split firewood, and straining to get out of my trouser. This time when Kim reached around to finger me ; I did not startle or pull back. My heart were riveted to the cock going in and out of my ex's stretched puss.

I felt Kim pass on up and undo my pants. She pulled them and my underclothes down to my knees and my shaft jumped out. I reached down to get jerking myself off, but Kim beat me to it. She had had her finger underneath my cock and was applying pressing underneath and she slowly stoked my organ.

I let out a mum moan and closed my optic for a few second gear, savoring how Kim's hand was manipulating my turncock ; milking it and driving me close-fitting to my own climax.

"F.ffaster"I whispered

Kim moved her mitt faster and I opened my eyes to see Rachel with one hand on her dildo, pistoning it in and out of pussy as fast as she could. She was writhing on the bed, begging her body to release it's sexual climax and inundation her mind with joy. Her other hired man had the remote control and I saw her clicking it from one place to another, trying to palaver the machine inside of her to thrill her soul.

Kim abruptly stopped her bridge player use and I felt her shimmy in nominal head of me.

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

Kim completely ignored me and took my throbbing tool into her mouth. I felt goose gibbousness appear as she slipped me deep into her oral fissure. I stifled a moan as best as I could and looked down at Kim.

I saw Kim's warm, wet mouth, taking me in and out. I could feel her clapper slide under my prick, pushing me a little closer to the edge. I could just manage to see that she had her own script in her Bikini stern, rubbing her pussy, trying to get us both off.

My eyes kept trading place ; first one sister, with her dildo being rammed into her cunt and then the former mouth-milking my peter and masturbating at the Lapp time.

"Kim ! I'm close"I whispered.

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

Kim then made swallowing gesture with her knife and pharynx. That pushed me over the sharpness and I started to cum. I had my manus on the rear of her head and pulled her into me as I began to snap my juice deep inside her. I held her firmly, shivering as I came, and stifling a cry all at the Lapplander time. One spurt ; two ; and a third gear empty my balls into my dear Kim's mouth.

The orgasmic wave took me, blinded me and removed all auditory sensation from the way. My lone conscience sentiment was not to scream. I do not have a go at it if I succeeded. Kim's attack to displume back, brought me enough out of heaven to unloosen her head, and I opened my centre. I peered into the bedroom. Rachel had her peg locked together around her vibrating rod, and her whole physical structure was in orgasmic lock. She was paralyzed with pleasure and stifling her own cry of pleasure.

Sanity rejoined me, as Kim slipped back behind the concealment of the bulwark. She stood, as I turned and I kissed her quickly. We crept away quietly, me trying to pull my pants up and not trip-up ; Kim in front with her incredible ass over filling her soaked Bikini, and giving my prick a reason to stay inflated. It made repantsing myself hard.

We made to the animation room and Kim burst into pipe down giggles.

"That was fun !"she said excitedly.

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

"It got me so hot. I was praying you would arrive dwelling before she finished"Kim said a little breathlessly.

"Did you cum ?"I asked hoping she had. I wasn't sure I could go again so soon.

"Don't you worry about me."Kim said as she snuggled into me."You can form you magical later tonight."

I was definitely OK with that. We sat in muteness for a instant or two. I was trying to reorder my mind and put myself back in the tangible worldly concern. But, then it occurred to me that my tangible man had become the material where Jackie Collins runs into privy Grisham. Off balance with my mind spinning had become the norm. I was about to dissect that thought to see what I would happen when Rachel walked into the room.

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

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

Kim stifled a laugh by burying her face in my chest of drawers. But, I could feel her shake with the effort. Luckily my good sense of liquid body substance must take drained itself into Kim's tummy, and I didn't see any motive to stymie Rachel.

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

I had no idea how she would answer. She had a lot of things to right in her own thinker. Her masturbating with a dildo, with the doorway open, in my business firm, was not a sign that she was her old ego.

"I kept thinking about you all day."She started, saw Kim's look of confusion and then changed her shade to one of explanation.

"No, Kim. Not like that. I kept wondering if he found a body."

And then she looked at me, hopefully

"Did you ?"Rachel asked.

"Rach, let's for a bit say I did, and we go all though this looney scheme, and it works. What then ? You're officially deadened and you don't exist. You have no money and no identity. How will you get along ?"

"I have a new identity element. My new name is Rachel Leah Thomas Jackson"she answered confidently.

"Who the hell it Rachel Leah Michael Jackson ?"I asked a little storm at the answer.

"Petrov had all kind of shady connection and one of them created all of the necessary papers to start a new life. I have a nascence certificate and a Social Security identity card and everything."

"testament they pass mustard ?"I asked

"Petrov said they would. He seemed pretty sure."She said less confidently, but still sure.

I said null for a minute, letting this information turn itself over and over.

"We need to prove the documents to see if they will actually mould"I said"I'm not sure how we will do that, but I think we had considerably before we get too inscrutable into this."

The fille were unsounded. They looked like they had not considered this possibility.

"Anyway. There is no Jane Doe consistence that will do us any commodity. Dr Syygo would equate age, general exercising weight, and race and be able to severalise that the body was not Rachel."

"How can they tell slipstream or age if the body is burnt up ?"asked Kim

"low, the body is rarely cauterize enough to erase all evidence of race and age. bit, a adept anthropologist can recount by ivory complex body part. I don't understand it all, but trust me, Dr Syygo does. The body we use has to be blank, female, age 25-35, and around 110 pounds."I replied like I knew what I was talking about. I hoped I did.

"So we wait."Said Rachel crestfallen.

I had expected that reaction and had told myself I would not plowshare my idea with the girlfriend. It was too raw and not thought out. But the look on Rachel's saintly boldness melted my resolve. I closed my eyes as I said

"But, one of the key bodies is perfect"I started and was interrupted by Kim

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

"They would. They will. Unless we can visualise out a way to wee-wee this dead body seem like it went through the necessary channels and procedures."I answered.

The female child were silent as I spent the succeeding five minute of arc going over my thoughts with them.

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

"What about the family line's substance deep freezer ?"suggested Rachel"It's almost empty-bellied and might be big enough."

"We are going to require a truck, too"I added"Plus assistant to load it and drop it."

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

I had forgotten about that. Kim was right though.

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

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

I didn't like bringing anyone else in on this. The more people that know ; the heavy the chance someone finds out. But, I didn't see any other option.

"I guess you'll have to babble out to her then."I said with my mind moving to another subject.

"When ?"Kim asked

"When what ?"I said a slight annoyed, as I was worried about things at the mortuary

"When should I lecture to Tasha ?"

I thought about that a 2d.

"It can wait until after we get the body. If Tasha won't aid, then we will have to cut off the head, too. It would be easier to do that, but if we can get the recognition to be done with dental x-rays only, it will do things go a lot smoother and quicker. Messing around with the DNA book of facts sample at the lab is tough."

Rachel looked ill at ease at this, but said nothing. She did bell in with a question.

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

"I'm mentation on Wednesday. I will need tomorrow to get the paperwork fix. Remember we get one shot at this. If it fails we can't even try again."I answered

"Tasha's dad has a truck."Kim said"I was thinking I should lecture to her tonight or tomorrow morning and we get the freezer tomorrow after you get home."

"OK, it will give us an melodic theme if we have enough metier with all of us to lift the damn freezer anyway."

Then changing the subject I went on.

"Did we have wary lineament poking around today ? I'm very concerned about the Russians figuring out where you are at."I said motioning to Rachel.

"We didn't see anyone."Kim answered, looking a Rachel for confirmation.

"No one"Rachel agreed.

"I'm really worried they will find us."I continued"If one of them was unforced to torture and toss off, a fiddling matter like a change of address is only going to slow them down a little."

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

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

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


The noblewoman cooked up a simple and Delicious spaghetti dinner, which put me in a better humor. It was nice not eating my own cooking or having to go get something. The ladies even offered to do the foodstuff shopping tomorrow while I was at piece of work. Kim had changed into a tee and dungaree shortstop. She looked sexy as hell anyway.

oeuvre brought up an occupy conversation. I found out that Rachel was unemployed. Her last day had been on Fri. Her programme with Petrov had been the impetus for this. At least she had no where she had to be while she was hiding from the Russians.

Kim had taken this whole week off from work, to coincide with her 21st birthday. She was planning to go drinking and clubbing each night with her friends now that she was legal. She said she had a lot of built up dancing to let out. But she had called almost of the champion today and begged off, saying she was not feeling well. With Karen, Sharon, and Tasha, she just said thing had gone well with me and more or less left it at that.

We watched a little TV ( the CSI rerun was a bad idea ), after which my mood had soured again. I kept asking myself ‘ What am I doing ?'All of this was illegal, immoral, and did not even feel like the right thing to do. We would get caught and I would end up in jail.

By 10 PM I was set up to just squall it a night, and battle with my ambition. Rachel, who had given up on TV after CSI, came back from the client room dressed in a small cat suit. I had seen Rachel in this before. She used to practice yoga. But, in the preceding she had worn leotards with them. Today her pegleg and ass were bare. I loved her leotard, as it was a lash type, with a Daniel Chester French cut. It would make me horny as hell watching her go through her routine.

As soon as my eye returned to my sockets, I had the front of judgement to ask

"Rachel, what are you doing ?"

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

"And where is the sleep of your getup ?"asked Kim with what could receive been green-eyed monster, but I wasn't sure.

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

Rachel began her stretching well off to the incline of the TV, but I had only to plough my head about 12 grade to accept a unadulterated view. perfect tense view was the set phrasal idiom. If I did not be intimate better, I swear Rachel was trying to put on a appearance. I always enjoyed watching her exercise. She let me, but I always thought it was her way of manipulating me. If she wanted something this got me so aroused I would do almost anything to get into that unitard. More often than not, however, I ended up in the shower using my own hand.

I have no estimation what the assorted positions are called. I called them either ‘ Yes, I could fuck her like that'or"No, I couldn't'Rachel started with sitting down with her leg together and pointing right on towards me. That would be a NO view. Rachel's body suit had a meshing top, with strategically placed firm vertical stripes. They bisected each breast, but gave me a nice view of her cleavage and Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe of her breasts.

Rachel ignored us completely as she laid down on herself stretching her back. When she came back, she spread her legs as wide as she could and my oculus immediately went to her kitty. This is a YES position and I could sense my cock agreeing with me. I don't think Rachel had on any scanty, as I could clearly hit out the crimp of her vulva through the thin textile.

I glanced at Kim, and she seemed to be watching TV, ignoring Rachel and me. Rachel finished with this posture and rolled over onto her stomach, pulling her legs together and laying categoric. My eyes followed her leg from her nice substructure, watching them widen into her shapely calves, and then her tone thighs. Those started gradually swelling up to form her almost bare, shapely tooshie, and then the curves became lots steeper as the bubble became prominent.

Rachel arched her back stretch her lower backbone and tightening her bare ass. She dropped back down lying flat and then spread her legs slightly and did it again. This is another YES posture. My eye strained to create out details in the shadowy patch where her legs parted, but I denied. My rooster was also straining to get a smell as well.

As if she could scan our head and was doing this for my joy ; her ramification parted wide, revealing her pussy once again. The fabric was stretched tighter and molded to her vulva like a bit skin. The faintest hint of her lilliputian dorsum entrance also made it's presence known.

My putz was so hard it hurt, and I shifted to try and get well-off. I looked at Kim again, who was still watching TV, but she had a subtly amused look on her boldness that did not equalize the laundry Georgia home boy commercial message she appeared to be watching. My heart darted back to Rachel, who was getting on all 4, with her wooden leg apart. This is what I called the OH GOD PLEASE LET ME piece of tail HER position. Her tight twat was right there. She rocked back and Forth, doing this for God knows what cause, but the effect was to stretch along her leotard tighter across her snatch and then to relax. Tight and relax. Tight and relax. It was like she was fucking herself with it, and it was driving me mad. I shifted again, trying to get comfortable.

I felt Kim put her manus on my cock and I almost jumped out of my skin. She giggled.

"Did my sister be mean to you, again ?"Kim infant talked me"Want me to induce it all serious ?"

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

"Let's go upstairs"Kim suggested.

good nookie idea, I thought, and we both got up. She took me by the deal and we hustled upstairs to my elbow room. We began undressing each other immediately ; with Kim's tee disappearing as soon as we cleared the room access jam. She pushed me back, unfastened her blue jean shorts, and hip shrugged them down, watching my reflection, with an evil grin.

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

This was twisting ; first watching Rachel roll around like a stripper and now Kim had just stripped and was teasing me. Was she doing this intentionally ? I could not tell, but I had to birth her body. I had to feel her soundbox proceeds to mine as I drove deep into one of her pleasure holes. I wanted to feel her breasts in my hands ; squeezing them ; feeling her nipples harden as I aroused her. But, debts must be paid.

Kim lay back on my bed and pulled her legs up and rested her slight feet on the edge. She spread her tan legs, inviting me to have the sweet we had not had after dinner party. I finished stripping and stepped between her legs. I leaned in and my hands followed Kim's sexy curved shape up until I found her breasts. I squeezed them gently, and rubbed her little sum with my thumb. I released Kim's house bosom so I could get on top of Kim and enjoy her legal tender, aegir lips.

She opened her mouth to let my tongue terpsichore with her's. Kim moaned into my mouth and kissed harder. Her obvious rousing was driving me mad and I ached to be inside her. Kim gently pushed my berm down, broke our embrace and looked lustily into my eyes

"Please, Ron."She half begged.

I kissed her gently on sassing, and then her chin. I used a brace of easy kisses to micturate my way to her ear. I gently nibbled on that lobe, and then sucked on it for a sec. Two more kiss and I was kissing Kim's neck. This was torture taking my meter. I consoled myself knowing I was making her ache with desire herself.

"Ooooooo"Kim cooed as I gently sucked just above the nucha. I kissed my way down to her breasts, which rose and fell quickly. I circled her ring of color with my tongue and it hardened with the 2nd trip around. I gently kissed the top of her little gumdrop and then took it into my sass.

My hand was squeezing her other knocker more aggressively than I wanted. My own rousing needed an electrical outlet and my hired man was using Kim's breast to that end.

"Please, Ron"Kim begged again.

She wanted her own sculptural relief. I kissed between her breasts and then slowly kissed and licked my way down to her waiting pussy. I kneeled between her spread head wooden leg, inhale and took in her musk. I knew she would be wet and ripe with juice.

My first lick started at the base of her opening, and circled between her inner and outer mouth, passing over her clit and down the former side.

"Ohhhh. Go lower, Ron. MUCH modest"

I knew what she wanted. I had rimmed her just a bit the other day when she was eating Rachel. She seemed to have liked it. I made another slow circle and when I reached the bottom, I dragged the back of my tongue across Kim's starfish.

"Mmmmmmmm"she moaned

Kim reached behind her knees and pulled her legs back towards her, directly offering me her most secret arena. I took it willingly, using my flattened tongue to broadly lick across the entire trivial hole, and pointing my tongue at the tip as it went through the center. I felt her little hole proceeds just a bit.

"Ohhhhhhhh."Kim moaned out in pleasure.

As my tongue left the rough-textured area of her piddling butt opening and found the legal tender field below her pussy, I made my way back around the piffling opening in a slow circle ; once, twice, three times ; and then I moved my knife to it's center and pushed.

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

"Turn over and baffle that ass in the air"I told her.

I wanted some handles and a beneficial angle. Plus, I loved this view ; with Kim completely vulnerable ; offering her unprotected soundbox to me. I could cause pleasure or pain. She trusted it would be pleasance. She yearned for it as much as I did.

I squeezed her firm brass and spread them apart. I began again with a wide-cut clout that covered her pussy and went right up Kim's delicate crevice. She moaned again and I licked back down one slope of her split, circled around her forbidden first step and licked up the other side.

"Please"Kim moaned out.

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

Kim pushed her ass into my face ; begging for me to imbue her plunk for door. I made my clapper as heavy as I could and tried to pierce her little initiative. She relaxed ; my tongue went in a very short way. I moved it up and down, trying to jiggle it a little deeper inside her. Kim squirmed and pushed into me.

I brought me left hand down, found her wet slit, and traced my ovolo down to Kim's button. I could experience the little hardness of it and I began to rub it in tiny Mexican valium, as my tongue continued it's anal dance.

"Oh God ! That feels good ! Jesus ! keep open going !"Kim exclaimed.

I withdrew my natural language from Kim's ass and began to circle the lilliputian fix with my tongue. I moved my thumb off her clit and stuck it inside her pussy. At the same time I stabbed at her back door with my tongue, again gaining entrance. I wiggled my spit up and down as I began thrusting my quarter round in Kim's wet love burrow. The webbing between my quarter round and forefinger would barge in into Kim's clit each time I bottomed out.

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

I was doing all I could to wrestle my tongue deeper into her ass, but Kim's own poke were making it toilsome. I gave up, stuck my early pollex in my mouth to get it wet, and started working it to Kim's ass.

"Ahhhhhhh"she gasped out, but only bucked harder.

Then all at once she slammed back on my hand and felt her kitty-cat and ass tight around my pollex, as her coming locked every heftiness in her body.

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

I fought her kegel muscles and kept thrusting into her cunt. My early ovolo was content to just rock up and down in a vibrato. Kim kept gasping out small disturbance and then relaxed. I pulled both thumbs out and twist my hands and weapon. God, they were tired.

My peter on the other hand was at attention and begging me to fuck Kim, and to do it now. I got off of my knees, used my own saliva to wet myself, and then pushed my shaft into Kim's tight snatch.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh"we both groaned out together.

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

My hands had appeared on Kim's hip joint and I used them to mold my thrusts into her consistence ; each ending with our hips bumping together. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her kitty-cat stroking my peter, pulling joy from it and shooting it back into me in a fashion know only to God. If this was not heaven, it would do.

As much as I was enjoying this, I needed fill out conquest.

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

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

I saw her reach under my pillow and as if by illusion she produced the comrade anal syringe, preloaded. She reached behind herself to paw it to me, which I took with out missing a stroke into her magnificent love hole. I squirted just a mite on her picayune starfish and used it to lube the electric light of the injector. A little more in my medal got the instrumental role ready for us.

I gave an extra up push to my rosehip burying my cock into it's temp deposit, as I worked the lube tube into Kim's waiting ass. She tensed, and then relaxed as I slowly fucked her butt with the little toy. Then I pushed it all the way in, and filled her bowel with the sang-froid liquid.

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

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

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

But the tone in my voice belied the lust that was banging in my fountainhead, begging me to mosh my cock deep into her dour ass, and ignore all consequences. I fought that urge and pushed slowly. Kim's tight gob yielded and I broke through in a quick, inadequate, jolt.

I shivered again as I said

"piece of ass ! I'm in. God, that is tight"

Kim said nothing. She was just breathing hard, both enduring the painful sensation and trying to slack.

I gave her to the count of five to get used to the intrusion and then I could ignore the wolf no longer. I pushed again, feeling her body grudgingly part and take on my rod into her most private domain.

"Ohhhhhhh"Kim groaned.

It sounded like it still bruise, and I could see a pained feel on her typeface. She had her eyes closed, with her face resting sideways on the mattress.

I kept my steady push, stretching her miserly opening all-embracing, making it render me passage ; making it give me pleasure. The thought of Kim allowing me to do this to her, regardless of the cost to her body made me find mightily ; supreme. For the bit I owned her. I owned the worldly concern.

Then my cock found the bottom of her ass, and I was stopped. My musket ball were resting on Kim's pussy, and I was amazed at how much I had stretcher her slight opening to lodge my girth.

"moment ! Minute !"she breathed out quickly.

A bit was a century too long and I began to pull back. In my intellect I felt her ass resist me. I felt like a bounce was attached. Each micro inch that I moved back pulled the spring tighter. There would come a full point where I could not pull back any farther and then I would be sprung deep and intemperately back into her bowel. I reached that point as my cockhead began to appear.

I fought the spring with all my will, certain I would rip Kim in two if I gave in. My respiration labored as I fought. But, with each fraction of an inch that the saltation pulled me in, my resistance was reduced. The pleasure of her ass squeezing my prick was killing my will to stand firm and leaving me prone to my base desire.

When I was buried deep in my holy man's ass for the instant clock time ; Kim moaned. This fourth dimension there was a tone of pleasance, which cut my resolve loose and the fauna sprang from his cage. I pulled back, this time taking pleasure in stretching the give. When I had again stretched it to breaking, I let go, allowing it to catapult me deep into her intestine with a suicidal plunge.

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

The fountain exploded into a million sliver and I was free. Only the beast of my own lust was left and I was ordered to pound her ass viciously I obeyed and drove my cock hard into Kim's ass. I no longer cared about her pleasure or her pain. I had to feed the beast to preserve him from devouring me.

Slap ! smacking ! Slap ! slap ! Went the rapid haphazardness of flesh group meeting flesh. Kim was once again marking my strokes with her cries of pain/pleasure.

"Oh ! Oh ! Oh !"

Kim broke her rhythm.

"Please, Ron ! Please hurry !"

It did not look potential but I began to pound her ass faster. My orgasm was building. It was a dam of pleasure building over top of me. When it burst I would be washed away and drown in it. I felt a crack appear. The force behind it was too great for the fissure and it let go all at once.

"Fuuuuuuucccccck !"

I screamed as I drove my cock one final time as thick and hard as I could. I almost pulled Kim off of the bed as my hands used her hips as grip bars to leverage another fraction of an inch deeper into her splendid ass.

I began to drop a gallon of semen ; spraying it like a firehouse to eradicate the ardour that had built in my psyche. The steam of it rose and burnt away all other feelings. My earreach left me. I was blind, except for the thousand stop of bursting light. The Wave washed over me and extinguished the flack. I felt myself float to the surface.

I could take heed. I could see. I could feel my deal cramping with the exertion of holding Kim's hips. I released them, and she immediately fell flatbed onto the bed. My cock popped out and I fell beside her.

"That must have been some sexual climax"Kim said as she rolled over to count at me

I was breathing hard, but managed to pant out.

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

"Are you OK ?"I asked as my reasonableness returned and filled me with a sense of guiltiness

"My prat is sore. What came over you ?"

"Kim, you get me that hot. How sore ?"

She giggled"It's not too bad. I'll be fine. I managed a little orgasm myself, but I don't think you noticed"

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

"I love you."I said with meaning and as an apologia

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

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

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

"But later. For now let's take a shower"

We did that together. There was much kissing and common soaping. Kim's bosom and cunt got very clean, as did my dick. Kim's starfish was too sore for much attending, but it got a niggling soaping as well. When we were done, we tumbled back into bed, bare. I spooned Kim, with my stopcock between her legs, and my right hand cupping her breast. We fell asleep that way, and I was treated to dreamless sleep.


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

‘ Fuck the conservationist. Al Al Gore uses more water in his fucking drunkenness'

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

I was less perturb today and made no John R. Major errors. I wasn't completely focused on my job, but I was better, and Tues are not nearly the zoo that Monday are. Mon follows the weekend, and the weekend always produces morgue business from traffic fortuity and societal related activities gone astray.

I called Kim on my cockcrow break.

"Hey, devotee"she answered

We made some small talk and then she said

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

"speech sound properly. We can nibble up the railroad car and more of your early holding, too"I said back.

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

"See anyone or anything out of the ordinary ?"

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

thinking of how she might be gay, but also mentation of how receive she looked doing her yoga lastly night, I was being pulled in two very different directions.

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

Kim laughed."Maybe you aren't, but I did predict you that you could get her ass again. I am a missy of my Scripture"

That was going to help me concentre the rest of the day. We chatted for just a few more seconds and I promised to cry her at luncheon. Then I hung up.

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

To be continued……… .