The car sparked to life and we drove out front line, just like a convention, not-hiding-anything-kind-of individual would have got done. I saw Tasha Wave and smile and then we bounced onto the route. A full, excruciating min passed before Tasha announced.

"Ok, it's safe to get up"

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

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

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

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

"Just in fount I needed a inwardness approach !"Tasha gaiter at me and then exhaled as she swallowed her affectionateness back into place.

"I didn't want to go !"Rachel said in her snooty vocalisation that pissed off everyone who heard it."Ron said I had to number because he didn't know what to expect"

That explanation was OK. It was effective. There was no motive to say another word. But, my darling ex-wife, as traffic-stopping beautiful as she is, never knows when to close up.

"Some fucking plan that was."

I breathed out in angriness, took in a inscrutable breathing spell in preparation for the downpour of angry row, salaciousness, and insults my humor was about to resign, when Tasha touched my arm, looked at me and shook her head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tasha continued.

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

As her sex-starved ex, the response to that one fusillade out of me before any witting intellection could even ban, much less full stop it.

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

I was married to Rachel for five old age. To see us you would never imagine that. I'm decent looking, above average if I'm honest. But, Rachel, my semi-frigid ex-wife is smoking hot. When were married it was often worth the constant fight for any sexual favor from her, just to see the look on other guys faces, as she would saunter past them and pick up me on the boldness.

Rachel is 5'5'with a staring hour shabu figure. Her C-cup breasts are rounded and pouty. She had the peg of a social dancer, which formed themselves into the sweetest ass you have ever seen. It's bow-wow out just so, and the globes form that perfect trivial peach men dream about. I have literally seen a guy walk into a pole staring at her walk.

I tired to get her to let me tap that ass for all five years we were married. I never came close. But, over the concluding week, with her needing me to help her melt and thus get away vengeance from the Russian mob ( more on that in a minute ), she was in my debt. And I was collecting some of that debt via her shapely ass. If I wasn't so keyed up from the last one-half hour, I would likely be getting hard anticipating another round of that.

Tasha chuckled at me and then went on.

"So, what did you do to keep Ron ‘ happy'during that workweek ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"What ?"Rachel asked with equalize measuring rod of suspicion and curiosity.

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

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

We were just a couple of min from arriving back at my piazza and I was dying to know what Tasha wanted to ask my darling ex-wife. With that view I reflected on the past week ( See the previous Two Can go along a secret chapters ). It had been the most adventurous clip of my life.

I mentioned Rachel hated sex back when we were married. It drove me junkie and caused More than a few competitiveness. survive workweek I hooked up with her sister, Kim, after Kim's 21st birthday party. Great nighttime. The next morning, when I left the girls alone, a Russian mobster paid them a visit. I found both ma'am naked and tied to a professorship. I apparently scared him off. Rachel explained that she had been dating a Russian and the he had absconded with mobster money and left them with the impression that Rachel had the hard currency. She didn't, but they would kill her and belike Kim to come up that out.

They came up with the idea of pretending to kill Rachel in a car fortuity and substitute another body for Rachel's. I work in the mortuary, so they enlisted me in the plan. To thank me for the crimes I have and would practice, both women have been fucking me until my cock is raw and red. There are sorry ways to go. Rachel has been loath, but has denied me zero. Kim has been very willing, even going as far as to give me permission to fuck her best supporter, the beautiful red-head driving our car.

Tasha is very pretty, with articulatio humeri distance red hair. She's a niggling on the shortstop side, at about 5'2"and just a adjoin heavy. She is definitely not approaching fat and most of that extra ended up in her ass and boobs. I had always pegged Tasha at having C-cups or maybe Ds. She always seemed to fatigue tops that hid them. I hated that. Recent events have caused me to revise my assessment upward. Rachel and Kim have been friends for as long as I have known Rachel. I watched both girls mature from gangly teenager to stun women.

Anyway at first I was reluctant to take Kim up on her offer because I think I'm in love with her, and it seemed wrong. But, Tasha convinced me otherwise this morn, after she helped me perpetrate fraud at the crematorium. I was very grateful for her help. She didn't have to ferment very hard to change my mind.

Now, Tasha had just helped us, by stealing her mother's Key, to break into Rachel's dental practitioner bureau, so we could take dental roentgen ray of a stiff that we would burn up in the car accident, that we were planning, oh Christ, tomorrow. Tasha is studying to be a Dental Hygienist, so she was indispensable in this part of the plan. We were nearly caught, but Tasha came to the rescue again, and seduced Dr. Rosencranz, who came to discipline on the silent consternation we tripped. Now we are on our way back to my post, where Rachel and Kim are staying until this is all over.

Tasha's response to Rachel's interrogation snapped me back to the introduce.

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

"With what ?"Rachel said insistently, with a hint of panic.

To be reasonable, Kim has used every excuse she could to cause me bang her honest-to-god sister in a smorgasbord of shipway. Kim is most discernment in that way, much to my delight and surprise. Rachel still does not like sex, but we have discovered that she seems OK having sex with another char. She responded very well, when, my bisexual lover, gave her a first rate pussy defeat. And, though reluctant at first, Rachel got into giving back to her sister as well.

Kim, my girlfriend of all of a week, is nigh unlike her baby. She loves sex. And, as I found out, is bi-sexual. That came as quite a shock. But, I got over it quickly. Kim has a way of making you blank out thing. She is a little scant than her sister, not as pretty, but that's like saying Miss April is not as cunning as young lady June. Your dick would shrivel up up and float away if you had to screw the remainder. After that, they look a lot a comparable. Kim's breasts are a tint smaller, but probably more truehearted. It is certainly fun to compare them. Kim's legs are more shapely and are especially fine when they are wrapped around your waistline.

Tasha did not resolve Rachel's question, instead she flicked on the turn signal signaling her intent to turn onto my street.

"Tasha ! What the fuck ?"asked Rachel, with real panic starting to cringe in.

Based on the way this hebdomad had gone, Rachel would birth had to be crazy to guess that something sexual was not on Tasha's brain. I am sure that Rachel's idea was now cycling though every possible thing she hated and was praying that Tasha could not scan her creative thinker. I was hoping Tasha could read mine. I was starting to recover from our adventure and thinking of these beautiful bodies was starting to wake Bruno.

We pulled into my private road with Rachel still trying to get an solution out of Tasha.

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

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

We got out and all started into the household. We were all silent. Tasha went in kickoff and I heard Kim before I saw her.

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

I started to finger a little guilty. I had not commented on her using her succulent body to perturb Sr. Rosencranz to get away. Tasha had been a virgin this first light. She had had sex with me, and then six hr later had sex with a man old enough to be her dad. That could really mess with a person's mind and I had not even thanked her.

"I'm mulct, Kim."Tasha said and then giggled"There was something endearing about how clunky and thankful he was. He kept thanking me"

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

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

"What ?"asked Kim

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

Rachel was dumb, but glaring at me. I was in no mode to happen a diplomatical solution, but I was also not going answer for her.

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

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

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

Rachel's glare refocused to Tasha, held for a fast mo, and then softened.

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

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

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

Rachel was unsounded and her gaze fell to the floor. Kim sensing that this could get out of hand, walked over to her big sister and whispered a few time in her ear. Rachel glared at her with a look that could skin paint, and then nodded.

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

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

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

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

Kim said trying to rachet up down Tasha's choler. But, Rachel had struck a nerve this clip.

"roll in the hay you, Rachel ! I'm risking jail to help you out. I'm jeopardizing my Mom's job ! I fucking slumber with your dentist ! All to help you out ! And you call me a"slut"! You're a fucking ungrateful kick ! I don't know if I should call the fuzz or just kick your ass !"

I saw Kim and Rachel's eyes both farm all-encompassing at the word ‘ cops ’. My venter did a flip, and I wondered if she was grave. It was likely just emotion, but a lot of bad matter have come when emotion clouds rational sentiment. I figured I had better try to calm affair down.

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

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

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

Tasha got that evil spark in her eye for just a second. Then she spoke

"Actions speak louder than Holy Scripture, Rachel. I don't want to take heed you babble about how lamentable you are. I think you should show me."

"H..how ?"said Rachel, her voice filled with fear and anxiousness.

"Well, Ron had told me what a right little slut you have been yourself these past few daylight"said Tasha with an acid tinged matter-of-fact tone.

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

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

I was unsounded now. I was pretty sure of the oecumenical focusing this was going, but the demand name and address was a secret to me.

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

"Have you !"

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

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

Rachel sighed heavily and exasperatedly.

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

"You don't sound very delight about rewarding me."

Tasha threw back. But before Rachel could answer, Kim stepped in to guard her sister.

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

"Hmmmmmm. I guess not."Tasha agreed.

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

"Eat me."said Tasha almost casually.

"What ? !"the residue of us said in one articulation. Kim continued the cerebration

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

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

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

"Time to get to work, Rachel."

I saw Rachel stiffen and her eyes go wide. My little point had not gone unnoticed after all.

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

"Mostly."came the answer"I'm thinking that since I am helping clean up your mess, you can assist make clean up mine."

"B…but.. that's megascopic"answered Rachel

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

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

"See, I know you been eating Kim's pussy and Ron's dumped a load down your pharynx. You're just cutting out one collaborator to get to the Saame place."Said Tasha in spirit that implied heavy logic..

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

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

When Tasha had shown up at my house this evening she had changed out of the strapless-fuck-me dress that she had used on Jacob, into a twosome of comfy dungaree and a sloppy sweater. She now reached down and lifted her sweater up and over her red mane, showing all of us her ample tit, ensnared by a sexy green bra.

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

"Like what ?"

Tasha responded as she unbuttoned her jeans, stepped out of her flats, and then hip shrugged her jean to the floor. Tasha was wearing a matching set of panty. My eyes focused on the little patch of cloth covering her pussy. I was searching for signaling of staining, wondering again if Tasha was going to really go through with this. I was starting to go aroused as Rachel begged to be spared the humiliation of cleaning Tasha's pussy.

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

Tasha reached behind her back and I saw the material of her bra give as the clasp was done for. Rachel's middle were riveted to Tasha's breasts as she nonchalantly took her bra off and dropped it to the trading floor.

‘ At to the lowest degree D-cups"I thought again. Tasha breast were firm looking and hinge on gamy on her breast than their size should sustain allowed. Her ring of color are a little smaller than a quarter, and already firming up.

"Are you gear up ?'Tasha said taking a step towards my ex-wife, as her finger's breadth began to slide into the waistband of her last remaining article of clothing.

"A erotica pic !"Rachel blurted out."I'll be the slovenly woman in the erotica movie and you be the manager ! Please, you can have Ron and Kim do anything to me !"

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

"Yes ! Anything"

"commodity !"Tasha said, in a satisfied tone,"porno slut, you can get down by eating my pussy"

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

"On your genu, or I call the pig"Tasha ordered.

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

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

I looked at Kim. She was staring intently at the two ladies. I had expected shock and angriness on her grimace. There was none of that. Her lips were slightly apart. She looked hungry. Kim side was filled with lustfulness.

Tasha pulled Rachel's face into her seawall and ground her little red muff into Rachel's face for a long second and then pulled her chief back. Tasha's face looked a potpourri of atonement and bemusement.

Tasha pushed Rachel's chief farther back causing her to lean backwards and then go down back. Rachel caught herself with her hands, and remained upright. Tasha walked forward and straddled my ex-wife. As she continued to force Rachel back, it became obvious that Rachel's principal was going to end up between Tasha's legs and Rachel would have the access she didn't want.

When Rachel was in position, Tasha leaned forward just a bit. Kim and I were directly in movement of the two lady. We saw Rachel's lingua appear, with out being asked, as Tasha lowered herself onto her loath lover's facial expression.

"Ummmmmmm"Tasha moaned."That look good, Rachel. You are a good fiddling porn slut."

As if in solvent to a compliment, Rachel began to move her chief faster, working Tasha's cunt in an urgent mode. Tasha began to rock and slowly pierce her twat into Rachel's face. Rachel was not pulling back or fighting. She was struggling, but that was to stay balanced and to keep her look glued to Tasha's get it on tunnel.

"Oh, Fuck ya !"support doing that ! Fuck, Rachel !

Rachel's eyes were closed, and her oral cavity was slightly subject. I noticed that Tasha's nipple had constricted into plastered knots as her arousal spread to all areas.

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

I looked at Kim just as she licked her sass. One of her helping hand had dropped to her forepart and Kim rubbed her own puss, as if no one could see her. Tasha's eyes opened and she looked surprised for a split-second, as if she had forgotten we were around.

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

Rachel's head was moving in a jerky rhythmic way. She reached up with one hand and began to massage one of Tasha's ample breasts.

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

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

"Ohhhhhhhh, Godd ! That spirit ripe !"

Struggling to maintain her balance, Rachel let go with her hand and put it back on the base behind her. Rachel opened her eyes and looked at her sound friend.

"Kimmy ! My dumbbell ! Please !

I'm guess that Kim knows of Tasha's sensitive tit and was not surprise. In fact, Kim acted as if she had been waiting for this, and she moved quickly and got on her knees, so her mouth was the same height as Tasha's milky Edward White earth. Kim took Tasha's correct breast into her hand and squeezed it like a 15 year old boy would. Her mouth found Tasha's other boob and she began to suck and tease the erect and swollen gumdrop. This brought an immediate response from her friend.

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

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

‘ screw ! Oh, Yessssssss ! Tasha screamed as her climax arrived. Tasha had both hands on the back of Rachel's read/write head and was pushing so arduous I thought Rachel would pop inside. Tasha went set as the pleasure took her.

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

Kim was still sucking and squeezing Tasha's titmouse ; trying to present pleasure or get delight I could not severalise.

Rachel began to struggle to disengage her face from Tasha's twat. This seemed to break the spell and Tasha let unleash and stood erect. She was breathing voiceless and fret had beaded on frontal bone. Then she broke into an embarrassed smile.

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

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

Kim had stood up and was eyeing Tasha like she was a steak. Tasha looked into Kim's eye and began to bend into her for a kiss. They were in a vigorous embrace in then next second. Rachel looked at me with a prurient gaze I had only dreamed of afore.

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

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

"Ummmmmmm"

Rachel moaned into my back talk as she began to loosen my pants. I stopped her. I was going to enjoy having the business leader for once.

"Hands to yourself"

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

"You want me to make love your bloody trivial snatch ?"

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

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

"Ohhhhhh, God. Oh, that's feels in effect ! Please, I want you now"

"All those many month of having to whack off. I would be so horny and you were no help. You didn't concern about my needs, then. Why should I care about yours, now ?"

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

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

"Ok, but it's going to be you"I said a good sing birdsong."Strip down to your panties and get on your knees."

If I had ever ordered Rachel to do this while we were married she would suffer huffed and walked away. Not today ; she had her blouse, bra and pant off, before my drawers had cleared my hips. She dropped down in front of me and yanked my jeans the rest of the way down. She needed to program line from this point, as my pecker pointing at her olfactory organ made it clear what needed to be done.

Rachel engulfed my organ and I felt her warm, wet mouth encircle me. Her tongue immediately wrapped the bottom of my stopcock and she began to skid me in and out of her mouth.

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

She was moving medium-slow, not wanting to get me off. She really did desire me to fuck her. I could count the sentence, on one script, when Rachel had wanted sex because she was horny. But, grounds was quickly being pushed out by lust, as my libido demanded the full attention of my conscious mind.

I grabbed two helping hand replete of Rachel's perfectly styled hair and used them as handles to set out picking up the pace. I was in bursting charge and if I blew my lode down her throat, she could just go find a vibrator.

"Oh, yeah ! sucking on it ! withdraw me abstruse !'

I didn't waiting for Rachel to swallow my cock. As I next banged against the binding of her throat, I stopped and pushed. As I felt her throat part and accommodate the usurpation I looked into her eyes and saw a combining of lust and fear. Only one of those surprised me.

I ground me hips into her nerve and enjoyed the subtle milking feeling her throat was giving the head of my cock. Then, without warning, I pulled completely out. Rachel took a deep breathing space, but continued to look up at me.

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

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

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

"You don't sound too convincing"I challenged

I saw anger flair for just a second then she begged in a most convincing tone.

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

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

"Please, Ron. Hurry."She begged

She was offering me her most private areas. She was offering them without term, pedagogy, or warning. She was letting me take her anyway I wanted, and I wanted to bed that ass. Rachel had denied me this for five yr, never letting me near this pleasure. Now she offering it to me, unrestricted. I only hoped I wouldn't rip her in two.

Rachel's little Robert Brown starfish beckoned, just above her cunt. I did not give way to notice the pocket-size white string snaking out from that porta, confirming that blood was flowing.

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

I did not want any of her lust to wane. I was almost in panic, trying to suppose of what to use for lube. I had loved her, after all, and didn't want to cause her any More pain in the neck than I had to. But, as I turned to pee my dash, all view of Rachel were shoved out of mind. That was because my eyes fell on the sight of Tasha and Kim.

Tasha was lying on the floor, with a still fully clothed Kim lying on top of her, as she greedily sucked on Tasha's erect mamilla, and then lustily kissed Tasha's full and tidal bore backtalk. The sounds the two dame were making ; the slurps and slap as lip consumed sassing and Kim's mouth lustily tasted Tasha'breast were arousing.

My putz was already hard enough to chip at granite and this was driving me mad with lust. I took two steps towards the noblewoman, my eyes riveted on the action.

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

Tasha took one hand and pushed Kim's grimace on to her breast.

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

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

"Ohhhhhhhh !'Yes !"yelled Tasha

Kim rose off Tasha into a semi-sitting position and grabbed both of Tasha's massive breast and squeezed them like nerf globe. Kim's hand moved up and found both mammilla, then pinched, twisted, and pulled them, at the Saame sentence. Tasha arched her vertebral column and squealed in pleasure.

"Ahhhhhhhh ! screwing ! That is so have it off intense !"

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

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

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

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

"That's enough."I said mockingly

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

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

Rachel went deathly still, knowing what was about to happen, but knowing it was the only path to the release the sexual climax that was holding her hostage.

I wet my prick and thumb. With that finger's breadth I lubed her up as best and I could, and then took my spittle glossy organ in my right hand. The head of my cock touched her slight starfish and Rachel jumped in expectancy of being impaled on my Edward Durell Stone hard member.

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

I said in a unagitated voice that masked my desire to bury myself to my balls in her almost smashed orifice. I pushed my pecker onto her disallow opening, not topnotch punishing, but I wasn't taking my fourth dimension either. But I had to savage her ass. I had to pump her tight yap until I exploded.

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

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

I was so mangled. I didn't really want to suffer her, but my own sexual desire was not going to be restrained either. I paused long enough to peek over at Kim and Tasha. Kim had shed her clothes and the two fille were in a ilxx position, with the spine of Kim's oral sex blocking my view of what I knew to be Tasha's neatly trimmed red bush. Kim's head moved rhythmically as she pleasured her adept Friend. The licking and moaning coming from the two ma'am send a sonic wave of desire through me and I pushed into Rachel without even thinking.

"Ow. Ow. slacken ! slowly !"begged Rachel

I was going as slow as was going to happen and I felt a shiver go but my thorn as Rachel's impossibly plastered ass squeezed around my cock. The feeling was pleasure to the stop of pain and I wanted more. I thought I could finger Rachel's tampon pushing against me through the tissue layer separating her two holes. I wasn't sure, but I was certainly that she felt even tighter than when I took her ass cerise a few solar day ago.

Ignoring her plea of tree sloth, I gave into my stand emotions and jammed the conclusion inch of stopcock into Rachel's bunge pickle. Another undulation of pleasure shook my spine as my rosehip met Rachel's ass, stopping me firm. I latched on to Rachel's pelvic girdle and ground my cock just a bit bass, enjoying the sensation of finding another fraction of column inch of her ass.

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

look just a iota ignored, I slapped the side of Rachel's ass with a business firm swat, earning the cry of pain sensation I had just missed.

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

"Rub you cunt !"I commanded.

Rachel was only too glad to abide by. She tucked her berm under and reached back. The move in her arm and shoulder told me she was doing as I ordered.

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

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

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

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

"Ahhhhhhh ! Ow ! It still hurts"Rachel gasped with a sudden ingestion of air that momentarily broke the round of her own masturbation.

The resistance had been less than I expected, but still so incredibly tight. So, I swiftly back out again, and pushed even harder. This time Rachel made no audio other than her own ponderous breathing. I took this to mean she was ready to ingest her ass pounded.

These two thrusts had happened in to a lesser extent than four seconds. It was only the store of our passion that had restrained me until now, to the slightest. I back out, reversed and slammed into her, reversed and began working into a fast stride.

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

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

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

I began to deplume back on Rachel's pelvic arch with each thrust and magnified the loudness in which our bodies were meeting. Her ass was still squeezing my peter, with something just shy of a frailty and I knew that I would be filling her bowels with my cum in a few secondment.

"Ow ! Ow ! Ow !'Please, Ron ! No more !"

Rachel began to cry out. I could feel that my tongue had worn off and it was harder to bear on. It was also starting to rub my cock. I bottomed out again and anchor my hips as hard as could into her, wanting to make this last ass thrusting go into her stomach.

"Get that tampon out !"I commanded.

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

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

Figuring that having a wad of cotton plant in her pussy would have dried her out, I worked up some more spatter and rubbed it on my peter, and then spat into my hand and rubbed her cunt.

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

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

"Ah !"Rachel gasped out as a combination of relief and surprise took her.

"Ohhhhhhhh ! screwing !"yelled out Kim

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

Rachel began to sway back and forth, desperately needing to throw her pussy worked. I took the hint and began to pump her pussy in at a steady, medium pace. My oculus were rivoted to the two ladies less than a twelve pes away.

Kim's orgasm retreated and I saw her relax. Tasha pushed on Kim's hips to gain some breathing room. I heard Tasha groan out

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

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

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

I tightened my grip on Rachel's rosehip and began to piston into her as hard and fast I as I could. This was now per lust driven by the tight kitty-cat under my ascendancy, and the aphrodisiac noblewoman putting on a show in movement of me. My senses were on overload. I wanted to cum as bad as Rachel did now, and my violent thrusts were making that clean-cut to Rachel.

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

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

"No ! Ron ! Please !"

"On your back !'I commanded.

Rachel flipped over faster than a gymnast, spread her knee and offered me her swollen cunt, by lifting her ass off the ground. I knee crawled between her legs and scooped them onto my shoulders. Rachel hated this position. She hated not being in ascendancy when we were having sex. But, that was exactly why I was doing it.

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

"Ohhhhh, Yes !"she cried out.

I lifted her ass off the ground and started thrusting as hard and as fast as I could. Every few metre I found the bottom of her slit, I would inch myself forward and force Rachel leg towards her auricle.

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

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

"Yessssssssss !"Rachel screamed and I felt her pussy tighten around my member.

Knowing I had just made her cum sent me over the sharpness and I felt the orgasm flood my sentiency and film away my conscious sentiment and surroundings. As I began to burst I locked my rose hip into Rachel's and tried to shoot my incumbrance through her. Rachel's stifle touched the side of meat of her caput as I felt my get-go stab fill her seed. I fired twice more and all at once my orgasm began to recede and my perception returned.

I looked down at Rachel's angelic side. She was sweaty and breathing hard. Her breast slightly distorted with soberness, rose and fell in sentence.

"Fucckkkkk !"I heard Tasha shriek in pleasure and my head whipped up.

Tasha was still on her back with splayed stage facing me. Kim's right wing hired hand was furiously rubbing Tasha's glistening pussy, while her left wing hand was squeezing one of Tasha's D loving cup, digging finger trenches with her crusade. That nipple was drawn into a stringent mi about the size of a enceinte marble. It danced as Kim squeezed and occasionally pinched or tweaked it. The other nipple was hidden from view by Kim's sensuous sassing as she was sucking it deep and hard.

I had not thought it potential, but I was still hard, although Bruno was drooping a bit. I figured the gentlemanly thing to do, would be to give Kim some avail. She was on her knee joint, using her expression and Tasha's breast to support well-nigh of her free weight. This angle offered my either of Kim's scuttle and I got up and moved behind her. I was aroused by the vulnerability of her position. She was mine for the taking, just as her sister had been mere minutes earlier.

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

At that moment Tasha let out a lamentation as the penultima mo over took her.

"Yesssssssss ! Oh, shtup !

Kim released Tasha's swollen pap and positioned her ego more comfortably, lying across Tasha, so they formed a"T"as battered into Kim's fuck burrow.

Tasha was coming down from her gamey, glanced at me, and gave me a weak, embarrassed smile. I felt myself get harder, with both the tightness from Kim's cunt and the incline to side rocking of Tasha's titty adding to the eroticism.

I felt Kim tighten around me and let out a muffled

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh"

as her climax took her. That little sound seemed to deflate both my libido and my rooster and I suddenly felt drained. I pulled out, rolled onto my back and closed my centre, waiting for my own breathing and heart charge per unit to return to normal. I could hear the sound of Kim and Tasha also shifting and then Kim snuggled up beside me.

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

"I tried heavy, but I 'm all out of bullets."I responded, not please, but still pretty slaked.

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

I was spent. I was fucked dry, and dog tired. My hammer was a little sore and I wanted a shower.

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

I heard a little giggle and she snuggled finisher. I heard Tasha get up and opened my heart to see her raw body squatting down to regain her cloths. She got up and stepped into her underwear.

"going away ?"I asked

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

Tasha turned her aid to Kim.

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

Tasha had added vehemence on ‘ being'making it clear she was speaking of the last XV minutes and continued.

"But, what I said still goes. I'm out. You can call if you really, really, want my avail, like if your liveliness is on the line. But, this is getting to be more than I can take."

She had not stop dressing during this unretentive spoken language and had her gasp and blouse on before the final menses. She carried her bra and shoes over to the chair and finished put on her shoes.

"I understand, Tash. We are grateful for all the assistance you gave us '' Kim said as she got up to give her best booster a hug.

They embraced, looked into each early's eyes, and the Tasha turned and walked to and through the room access without another word.

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

"shower bath ?"she suggested

"That would feel good"I said thought process of the hot water, not Kim's firm, sexy body.

"Rach ?"Kim said looking behind me at her sister. I turned to see Rachel, in just her pantie, putting the terminal Kleenex wrapper on her victimised tampon.

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

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

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

"What about tomorrow ?"Kim asked

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

"Where are we going to do it ?"

"Somewhere off of I-70, in the mountains would be best, I think. I was thinking we that if it looked enough like an accident, then we would have two fortune of getting away with this. The police could conceive it was an fortuity and if not, then we tell them about the Russians'

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

"We don't explain ; we just looked scandalise, aroused, and tell them we have no estimation. Besides, if we do it around here, the body will end up on Dr. Syygo's table, and he will never buy that this was an accident. He's probably the best medical checkup examiner in the Department of State. Even the Colorado Bureau of investigating calls him in as a consultant."

"But, if the body was there, you could keep an eye on matter, and maybe service to head them in the right on direction."Kim argued back at me.

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

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

"Look Kim, the plan is to have the constabulary think the Russians did it, but I always had it in the cover of my mind that if the burned body ended up with a rush or incompetent person medical examiner, we might just consume it ruled as an accident. That would keep the law completely out of it."

"B.but, I…I..but"Kim said with her optic starting to well up and her voice breaking"I would feel s.so m….."

And then she lost it, and her hands went up to her grimace, shielding her binge from me.

"What is it Kim ?"I said with a slight line of panic"What ? !"

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

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

"I would feel salutary about all of this if it were happening in your morgue. Where you could proceed an eye on matter and report news to us. It is going to kill me not eff what is going on !"Kim said with a flare-up of vocal pellucidity that belied the finally few seconds.

‘ Fuck.'I thought ‘ There goes architectural plan B"

"All right. All right. Just don't cry"I said as I scooted closer to her to take her in my blazonry

"I guess we can do it in the north parting of Town, maybe around David Roland Smith Rd. There are a few variety of secluded spots there and still in our jurisdiction. But, we have to get away fast after it happens."

"Sniff. Sniff. I'm sorry. This is so nerve-racking and I'm just so sword lily to experience you with me."Kim said as she set aside her tears and became more calm.

"This is going to constitute for a busy day tomorrow. I need to scout out a spot and then refigure out how to make water this happen. In the mountains, I was going to just light the car on fire and push it down an embankment. We are fresh out of cliff and such here on the plains."I said with a smell of resignation.

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

I rolled my eyes.

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

"We'll see"she giggled

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

We went off to my elbow room and we only spooned. Although I would occasionally rub down her bosom, just because it was there. Kim fell asleep quickly, but I couldn't sopor. I had tomorrow on my mind. So many questions. How would we pull this off ? What would I say to the pig where they came around ? Would they be wary right away ? Would our tale harbor up ? But, time and time again, my brain would return to How. I finally dozed off with that head still torturing my mind.

I was up at 6 AM and out the door by 6:30 AM. I headed to north Aurora and spent about two hours driving around. I found a fairly secluded spot, where the old farm road turned 90 degree. If a soul were to leave out that turn, there was a great Tilia heterophylla tree to prevent you from ruining part of the farmer's crop. I thought that was going to be the best we could do.

My next catch was Home Depot. I needed to get some things. After I had found the spot to stage our accident, it became clear there was only one way to make this happen. I was going to ask a few things to avail us get out it off. Then I was off to the gas station to top off my cooler and get a little extra for tonight. We were going to ask it.

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

"You're frickin'crazy !"said Rachel

"You'll kill yourself !"echoed Kim

"Fine. Do you have a best idea ?"I said defensively.

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

"And how likely do you guess it would naturally just burst into flaming. We have to at least try to make the fire seem like piece of the accident."I counterpunched.

"But, a clang into a tree ? How will it appear if you're bushed, too ?"exclaimed Kim

"Rachel's car has passenger side air bags, and I'll wear the tush smash. If affair go alright the prominent headache will be getting me out of the crumbled car."

We went back and forth like this for nigh of an 60 minutes. But, in the end, the ladies could come in up with no other alternative if we were to do this in Aurora.

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

It went to the driveway and brought my Home Depot purchase to the garage. In a couple of hours I had finished what I called my Acceleration peg. It was a 1 x 2, cut to the length that would allow me to wedge it between Rachel's car gas pedal and the driver's seat. I had attached a wooden understructure to it, set at an angle so it would better concur the foot lever. I added a Velcro shoulder strap, which would carry the stick to the pedal, but fastened so I could tear it loose with a sharp tug. Finally, I drilled a fix near the top and added a long leather strap, to give me some way to hold back me from losing the stick in the commotion.

With that done, I filled up a Imperial gallon gas can, from the five gallon can I had purchased and filled earlier today, and then put a few ounces in a drinking glass jar. It was now meter to prepare Rachel's stand in. It was absolutely critical that the stagnant soundbox could not be identified through finger prints. So to reach sealed that happened, I filled a syringe with petrol and spent an hour injecting gasoline in to many point in time in each fingerbreadth and theatrical role of her manus. When the fire began to combust the subcutaneous gasoline, her entire manpower should combust to the bone.

I placed ziplock bags over each of her hands and left her in the now unplugged freezer. It had served its function of keeping her at 34 grade, but now with just 60 minutes to go it didn't matter anymore. I put on of Rachel's necklaces around her neck and Rachel's luxuriously school ring on one finger. I hoped that they wouldn't melt away, but I had to try to give the police something else to assist with the ID. That was it. I think I had everything quick. Now we just had to await for it to get dark and late.

dinner was fast food that we all picked at. No one had an appetite ; we all had knots in our breadbasket. For the past week things had been a virtual whirlwind, with almost no clip to recollect about anything. I was either working on some character of the plan or being screwed senseless by one of the babe, or Tasha. Now, there was time to do nothing but think. That was not doing me any good. I kept blurting out random doubtfulness ;

"Will this really work ?"

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

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

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

Each question made the miss jump, and soon Rachel snapped at me.

"tinker's dam it, Ron ! Shut up ! This isn't helping"

Kim gave her sister a unsporting look, and then her eye softened as she turned her gaze to me.

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

I had an idea what her stress easement program was, and ordinarily I would hold been all for it. But, right now my point was a muss and I didn't think a shock job was going to fix that.

"Not right now, Kim"I said try to deflect her gently."I need to keep open my foreland in the game. I want to make sure we aren't missing something."

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

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

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

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

We loaded the two gas cans into my car and put the dead consistency in Rachel's back behind, covering it with a cover. I really hoped we would not be pulled over, but if we did, the mantle would at least buy us metre to think of something or hope the cop got a more serious vociferation taking him away. Then Kim and I got into my car and Rachel climbed into hers. We were off. In about fifteen arcminute we would be at the Cartesian product of fate and decision. There our lives were going to transfer forever.


To be continued .