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

What ? slip 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 explain it to his gangster buddies.

I had just started seeing Kim, Rachel's babe, the night before Rachel got the news about her swain. Jesus Christ, that was just 36 hour ago ! That succeeding day, ( yesterday ) one of the Russians came to visit the sister while I was out. He was going to torture and belt down them in trying to incur the money. He ran away when I showed up. The gentlewoman then convinced me to steal a body and burned it up to pass it off as Rachel, so she could disappear. Then the mobster would leave her alone. As a enjoyable 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 little perturb. I spent the day making mistakes, cleaning them up or apologizing for them to my boss, 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 difficulty. He just shook his head with a knowing smile. I am sure he thought it was the convention relationship drama. But, after this short talk with my hirer, the prime of an thought started to bloom.

Dr Syygo is in his mid-fifties, but he takes guardianship of himself. He has average aspect and an aging athletic build. I am surely he would make the pick of the mediate age divorcee about town, if he were single. But, he is married to a prissy, plump, lady of about L. I always thought they made a bit of an odd yoke.

I had also always thought that Dr Syygo spent more than the pattern virile average, ogling Rachel. You have to understand. Rachel is a fucking knockout. Movie whiz face with a playboy centerfold consistency. The running joke from everyone, for our whole man and wife, was ‘ What does she see in him ?"I always pretended not to try the comments. My buddies would razz me, but I saw less and less of them after the marriage.

When we were married, Rachel & I would pay heed the annual Noel political party, the annual Summer Picnic, and the various early company single-valued function. Dr Syygo always seemed to be striking up a conversation with Rachel. His oculus would invariably drift down to her ample segmentation. He rarely failed to admire her as she walked away from him. He was not terribly open, but I noticed ; Rachel noticed ; and I imagine his wife 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 little pleased about it. He never said anything outright. But his awkward grinning and some insidious comments about her future plans without me, made it fairly enlighten. 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 suspicious people about. She assured me they were fine ; bored, and Kim, at least, was horny. Oh, Goody. One more thing to keep me distracted. I was hoping I could hold on 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 aliveness. boot 60 minutes on I-225 sucked and I did not get nursing home 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 little sun. The top covered her tit well, but could not shroud either their fullness or the tumid mammilla 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 dwelling"I said as I withdrew from her tender lips.

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

I pulled her back in and added a little more heat to my campaign and released her.

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

"Speaking of my ex-wife ; how did she hold up today ?"I asked

Rachel and Kim had been home all day and I figured it would be well-fixed for the gentlewoman to turn themselves into a panic over the incident with the Russian yesterday. Yesterday, Rachel had also had, first reluctant, and then maybe not so loath 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 explain our sex aliveness when we were married. All of that gave her a lot to excogitate over today.

"She's been variety of tranquility all day. She's in your guest room, taking a nap. You want to go check on her ?"Kim asked with a tinge of anxiety in her voice.

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

We walked and Kim shhhhhed me, urging me to be smooth and to walk lightly. We came up to the door jam and Kim looked around it, into the room. She emerged grinning conspiratorially, and urged me to consider a peep, as she held a fingerbreadth to her sass. I was wondering what the infernal region was going on.

I looked around slowly and felt my eyes go blanket. Rachel was definitely not napping. Rachel was nude, her pegleg were receptive facing me, and buried in her pussycat was a great, veined dildo. Rachel was grinding her hips into the mattress, in obvious pleasure. She had one hand working the fake turncock in and out of her cunt, and the other rubbing her clitoris.

I felt myself embark on to get hard. If Rachel had ever masturbated, this was the number one grounds I had of it. Kim reached around me and touched my stopcock. I jumped and pulled back around.

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

I may have said that, but I felt an itch to front again. My prick was urging me to as well. Kim pulled me to her and kissed me hard. Her paw reached down and cupped by cock. I took my cue from her and grabbed a smattering of her barely covered ass and kneaded it like clams. Rachel's low groan broke our bosom and I looked around into the room again.

Rachel was now holding her dildo stiff and pumping her pelvis back and Forth River into it, fucking herself to the brink of Heaven. Her discharge hand had moved to her chest and she was squeezing it, while rubbing her mamilla with her thumb. The ring of color was pulled pixilated with her arousal, forming a tight minuscule greyback, which she roughly caressed. Rachel's eyes were closed, and her mouth open in unsounded yell 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 pants. This meter when Kim reached around to feel me ; I did not jump or overstretch back. My eyes were riveted to the tool going in and out of my ex-wife's stretched pussy.

I felt Kim give up and undo my pants. She pulled them and my underwear down to my knee and my cock jumped out. I reached down to begin jerking myself off, but Kim beat me to it. She had had her digit underneath my pecker and was applying insistence underneath and she slowly stoked my organ.

I let out a silent moan and closed my center for a few endorsement, savoring how Kim's hand was manipulating my cock ; milking it and driving me closer to my own climax.

"F.ffaster"I whispered

Kim moved her hand faster and I opened my optic to see Rachel with one script on her dildo, pistoning it in and out of snatch as fasting as she could. She was writhing on the bed, begging her body to release it's climax and flood her judgment with pleasure. Her former script had the remote ascendency and I saw her clicking it from one berth to another, trying to coax the machine inside of her to oscillate her soul.

Kim abruptly stopped her bridge player manipulations and I felt her shift in nominal head of me.

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

Kim completely ignored me and took my pounding cock into her oral fissure. I felt bozo hump appear as she slipped me cryptical into her sass. I stifled a groan 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 spit slide under my rooster, pushing me a piffling tight to the bound. I could just manage to see that she had her own hired hand in her bikini bottoms, rubbing her pussy, trying to get us both off.

My eyes kept trading post ; first one sister, with her dildo being rammed into her slit and then the early mouth-milking my cock 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 man, but at this 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 pharynx. I could feel my shaft breech a small opening and I felt myself start to lose it.

Kim then made swallowing gesture with her tongue and throat. That pushed me over the border and I started to cum. I had my hired man on the back of her nous and pulled her into me as I began to dissipate my juice deep inside her. I held her firmly, shivering as I came, and stifling a cry all at the same clip. One spurt ; two ; and a 3rd emptied my balls into my earnest Kim's mouth.

The orgasmic wave took me, blinded me and removed all sound from the room. My only conscience thought was not to shout out. I do not be intimate if I succeeded. Kim's try to force back, brought me enough out of heaven to expel her head, and I opened my eyes. I peered into the sleeping accommodation. Rachel had her peg locked together around her vibrating rod, and her whole body 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 cover of the bulwark. She stood, as I turned and I kissed her quickly. We crept away quietly, me trying to pull my drawers up and not trip ; Kim in front with her incredible ass over filling her soused bikini, and giving my cock a reason to last out inflated. It made repantsing myself hard.

We made to the living room and Kim burst into quiet giggles.

"That was fun !"she said excitedly.

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

"It got me so hot. I was praying you would come home 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 work you illusion later tonight."

I was definitely OK with that. We sat in silence for a minute or two. I was trying to reorder my mind and put myself back in the genuine world. But, then it occurred to me that my existent human beings had become the stuff where Jackie William Wilkie Collins runs into John Grisham. Off balance with my head spinning had become the norm. I was about to dissect that thought process to see what I would find 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 step-in either. That would be unusual for her ; as she always carried herself as a prim and right lady of another era. That was a far distant cry from the cleaning woman groaning in pleasure as a machine was pumped into her pussy.

"Oh, I didn't hear you come home base, 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 milk shake with the effort. Luckily my sense of humor must take drained itself into Kim's venter, and I didn't see any indigence to embarrass Rachel.

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

I had no idea how she would answer. She had a lot of things to right in her own mind. Her masturbating with a dildo, with the threshold open, in my house, was not a house that she was her old self.

"I kept thinking about you all day."She started, saw Kim's aspect of discombobulation and then changed her look 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 moment say I did, and we go all though this crazy scheme, and it works. What then ? You're officially dead and you don't exist. You have no money and no indistinguishability. How will you get along ?"

"I have a new identity. My new public figure is Rachel Leah Jackson"she answered confidently.

"Who the hell it Rachel Leah Jackson ?"I asked a footling surprised at the answer.

"Petrov had all sort of shady link and one of them created all of the necessary report to start a new life. I have a birth certificate and a Social security system 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 nothing for a minute, letting this selective information turn itself over and over.

"We need to test the document to see if they will actually wreak"I said"I'm not sure how we will do that, but I think we had better before we get too mystifying into this."

The girls were mum. They looked like they had not considered this possibility.

"Anyway. There is no Jane Doe dead body that will do us any proficient. Dr Syygo would compare age, cosmopolitan weight, and race and be able to tell that the soundbox was not Rachel."

"How can they severalize race or age if the eubstance is burnt up ?"asked Kim

"First, the body is rarely sting enough to erase all evidence of wash and age. bit, a in force anthropologist can state by bone anatomical structure. I don't understand it all, but trust me, Dr Syygo does. The body we use has to be Edward Douglas White Jr., 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 parcel my idea with the girlfriend. It was too raw and not thought out. But the look on Rachel's angelical face melted my firmness. I closed my optic as I said

"But, one of the discover organic structure is perfect"I started and was interrupted by Kim

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

"They would. They will. Unless we can reckon out a way to make this body seem like it went through the requirement communication channel and procedures."I answered.

The young lady were mum as I spent the following five minutes going over my thought with them.

"We need a deep freezer to keep the physical structure in"Kim chimed in as I finished.

"What about the folk's meat freezer ?"suggested Rachel"It's almost abandon and might be big enough."

"We are going to need a truck, too"I added"Plus help to load it and unload it."

"What about Tasha ?"asked Kim"We are going to consume to get her involved Sooner or later, to deal out with the dental records."

I had forgotten about that. Kim was right though.

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

"I've known her since 4th form. She's my dear booster. I think she would do anything for me, especially if she knew how crucial it is"Kim said confidently.

I didn't like bringing anyone else in on this. The More the great unwashed that know ; the greater the luck someone finds out. But, I didn't see any other option.

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

"When ?"Kim asked

"When what ?"I said a piddling riled, as I was worried about thing at the morgue

"When should I mouth to Tasha ?"

I thought about that a sec.

"It can hold back until after we get the organic structure. If Tasha won't help, then we will give to cut off the head, too. It would be easygoing to do that, but if we can get the identification to be done with dental consonant x-rays only, it will make things go a lot smoother and faster. Messing around with the DNA acknowledgment sampling 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 design ?"

"I'm thinking on Wednesday. I will need tomorrow to get the paperwork cook. 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 morn and we get the deep freezer tomorrow after you get home."

"OK, it will give us an idea if we have plenty strong suit with all of us to bring up the damn freezer anyway."

Then changing the subject I went on.

"Did we have suspect reference 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 get us."I continued"If one of them was willing to torture and kill, a little affair like a alteration of address is only going to slow them down a little."

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

In my head I agreed, but I was still so shy about this. We were going to steal a body 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 solution.

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


The ladies cooked up a elementary and pleasant-tasting spaghetti dinner, which put me in a dependable mood. It was courteous not eating my own cooking or having to go get something. The ladies even offered to do the grocery shopping tomorrow while I was at oeuvre. Kim had changed into a tee and jean short pants. She looked sexy as hell anyway.

Work brought up an worry conversation. I found out that Rachel was unemployed people. Her finis day had been on Fri. Her architectural plan 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 employment, to co-occur with her 21st natal day. She was planning to go drinking and clubbing each night with her champion 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 Friend today and begged off, saying she was not feeling well. With Karen, Sharon, and Tasha, she just said things 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 mode had soured again. I kept asking myself ‘ What am I doing ?'All of this was illegal, immoral, and did not even feel like the rightfield affair to do. We would get entrance and I would end up in jail.

By 10 PM I was quick to just call it a night, and fight with my dreams. Rachel, who had given up on TV after CSI, came back from the guest way dressed in a small leotard. I had seen Rachel in this before. She used to practice yoga. But, in the past she had worn tights with them. Today her peg and ass were bare. I loved her leotard, as it was a G-string case, with a French cut. It would work me horny as hell watching her go through her routine.

As soon as my center returned to my sockets, I had the mien of psyche to ask

"Rachel, what are you doing ?"

"I need to clear my judgement and purge some anxiousness. Out here is the only situation with enough room."She answered defensively

"And where is the rest period of your outfit ?"asked Kim with what could ingest 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 lookout man if bothers you."

Rachel began her stretching well off to the face of the TV, but I had only to turn my head about 12 arcdegree to have a complete view. perfective purview was the rectify musical phrase. If I did not know better, I swear Rachel was trying to put on a show. 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 leotard. More often than not, however, I ended up in the shower using my own hand.

I have no idea what the various positions are called. I called them either ‘ Yes, I could have it off her like that'or"No, I couldn't'Rachel started with sitting down with her legs together and pointing correct towards me. That would be a NO position. Rachel's unitard had a lock top, with strategically placed solidness vertical stripes. They bisected each breast, but gave me a nice opinion of her cleavage and human body of her breasts.

Rachel ignored us completely as she laid down on herself stretching her dorsum. When she came back, she spread her legs as wide as she could and my eyes immediately went to her cunt. This is a YES berth and I could finger my cock agreeing with me. I don't think Rachel had on any step-in, as I could clearly earn out the folds of her vulva through the slight fabric.

I glanced at Kim, and she seemed to be watching TV, ignoring Rachel and me. Rachel finished with this position and rolled over onto her stomach, pulling her leg together and laying savourless. My oculus followed her legs from her nice understructure, watching them widen into her shapely calfskin, and then her toned thigh. Those started gradually swelling up to work her almost bare, shapely tush, and then the curves became a lot steeper as the bubble became prominent.

Rachel arched her book binding stretching her small back and tightening her bare ass. She dropped back down lying unconditional and then spread her legs slightly and did it again. This is another YES military position. My center strained to do out details in the shadowy spot where her legs parted, but I denied. My cock was also straining to get a look as well.

As if she could read our minds and was doing this for my pleasance ; her stage parted broad, revealing her pussy once again. The fabric was stretched tighter and molded to her vulva like a bit peel. The weak tinge of her little back entryway also made it's presence known.

My hammer was so tough it hurt, and I shifted to try and get easy. I looked at Kim again, who was still watching TV, but she had a subtly amused feeling on her side that did not twin the wash soap commercial-grade she appeared to be watching. My eyes darted back to Rachel, who was getting on all fours, with her wooden leg apart. This is what I called the OH GOD PLEASE LET ME fucking HER stance. Her taut pussy was right there. She rocked back and Forth River, doing this for God knows what reason, but the result was to stretch out her cat suit 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 hand on my peter and I almost jumped out of my skin. She giggled.

"Did my babe be mean to you, again ?"Kim baby talked me"Want me to stool it all best ?"

Did I. I turned to her and we kissed passionately for a few here and now. She groping my Lyndon Johnson ; me mauling her braless chest over her t-shirt.

"Let's go upstairs"Kim suggested.

good fucking musical theme, I thought, and we both got up. She took me by the hand and we hustled upstairs to my elbow room. We began undressing each other immediately ; with Kim's tee disappearance as soon as we cleared the threshold jam. She pushed me back, unfastened her jean shorts, and hip shrugged them down, watching my expression, with an evil smile.

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

This was torture ; for the first time watching Rachel roll around like a ecdysiast and now Kim had just stripped and was teasing me. Was she doing this intentionally ? I could not differentiate, but I had to have her physical structure. I had to finger her body payoff to mine as I drove deep into one of her pleasure holes. I wanted to feel her knocker in my mitt ; squeezing them ; feeling her mammilla harden as I aroused her. But, debts must be paid.

Kim lay back on my bed and pulled her legs up and rested her little animal foot on the edge. She spread her tan wooden leg, inviting me to experience the sweet we had not had after dinner. I finished stripping and stepped between her legs. I leaned in and my deal followed Kim's sexy curves up until I found her boob. I squeezed them gently, and rubbed her little nubble with my pollex. I released Kim's house bosom so I could get on top of Kim and enjoy her tender, tidal bore sass.

She opened her rima oris to let my natural language dance with her's. Kim moaned into my sass and kissed harder. Her obvious foreplay was driving me mad and I ached to be inside her. Kim gently pushed my shoulders down, broke our embrace and looked lustily into my eyes

"Please, Ron."She half begged.

I kissed her gently on lip, and then her Kuki-Chin. I used a pair of balmy kisses to realize my way to her ear. I gently nibbled on that lobe, and then sucked on it for a bit. Two more kisses and I was kissing Kim's neck. This was torture taking my fourth dimension. I consoled myself knowing I was making her ache with desire herself.

"Ooooooo"Kim cooed as I gently sucked just above the nape. I kissed my way down to her breasts, which rose and fell quickly. I circled her areola with my tongue and it hardened with the endorsement trip around. I gently kissed the top of her little gumdrop and then took it into my mouth.

My hand was squeezing her other chest more aggressively than I wanted. My own arousal needed an outlet and my bridge player was using Kim's breast to that end.

"Please, Ron"Kim begged again.

She wanted her own relief. I kissed between her boob and then slowly kissed and licked my way down to her waiting pussy. I kneeled between her bedcover pegleg, inhaled 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 sassing, passing over her clit and down the other side.

"Ohhhh. Go lower, Ron. MUCH lower"

I knew what she wanted. I had rimmed her just a bit the other day when she was eating Rachel. She seemed to take liked it. I made another behind 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 private area. I took it willingly, using my flattened tongue to broadly thrash across the entire little hole, and pointing my lingua at the tip as it went through the center. I felt her piddling hole take just a bit.

"Ohhhhhhhh."Kim moaned out in pleasure.

As my tongue left the textured expanse of her fiddling hindquarters porta and found the ship's boat domain below her pussy, I made my way back around the slight first step in a easy roundabout ; once, twice, three time ; and then I moved my tongue to it's center and pushed.

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

"tour over and stick that ass in the air"I told her.

I wanted some handles and a advantageously angle. Plus, I loved this sight ; with Kim completely vulnerable ; offering her unprotected body to me. I could cause pleasure or pain in the ass. She trusted it would be delight. She yearned for it as much as I did.

I squeezed her firm nerve and spread them apart. I began again with a wide lick that covered her kitty and went right up Kim's delicate scissure. She moaned again and I licked back down one English of her split, circled around her nix opening and licked up the early side.

"Please"Kim moaned out.

I began my downward lap again and Kim took in a breathing place as her expectation built. My tongue arrived at her slight sea star, and I circled it once, twice, thrice and then a forth time.

Kim pushed her ass into my side ; begging for me to penetrate her rearward threshold. I made my natural language as hard as I could and tried to pierce her picayune opening. She relaxed ; my tongue went in a very brusk way. I moved it up and down, trying to wiggle it a little mystifying inside her. Kim squirmed and pushed into me.

I brought me left hand down, found her wet pussy, and traced my hitch down to Kim's clit. I could finger the little stiffness of it and I began to rub it in tiny circles, as my glossa continued it's anal dance.

"Oh God ! That feels good ! Deliverer ! Keep going !"Kim exclaimed.

I withdrew my natural language from Kim's ass and began to encircle the little hole with my spit. I moved my thumb off her button and stuck it inside her pussy. At the same time I stabbed at her back entrance with my tongue, again gaining entrance. I wiggled my tongue up and down as I began thrusting my pollex in Kim's wet love tunnel. The webbing between my ovolo and index finger would go down into Kim's clit each clip I bottomed out.

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

I was doing all I could to worm my spit deeper into her ass, but Kim's own thrusts were making it harder. I gave up, stuck my other 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 and ass tight around my pollex, as her climax locked every muscle in her body.

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

I fought her kegel muscles and kept thrusting into her snatch. My other pollex was content to just sway up and down in a vibrato. Kim kept gasping out slight randomness and then relaxed. I pulled both thumb out and deform my hands and coat of arms. God, they were tired.

My dick on the other paw was at attention and begging me to fuck Kim, and to do it now. I got off of my articulatio genus, used my own saliva to wet myself, and then pushed my cock into Kim's stiff pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh"we both groaned out together.

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

My bridge player had appeared on Kim's pelvic girdle and I used them to regularize my thrusts into her dead body ; each ending with our hip joint bumping together. I closed my optic and enjoyed the feeling of her pussy stroking my cock, pulling pleasure from it and shooting it back into me in a manner know only to God. If this was not heaven, it would do.

As much as I was enjoying this, I needed complete conquest.

"Kim, I need your ass. I have to receive it."I meant it as a inquiry, but I felt certain that it was mine for the taking.

"remove it !"Fuck me until I can't walk"she said in drive tones.

I saw her compass under my pillow and as if by legerdemain she produced the fellow anal syringe, preloaded. She reached behind herself to bridge player it to me, which I took with out missing a stroke into her resplendent honey hole. I squirted just a skin senses on her little starfish and used it to lubricate the medulla of the injector. A little more in my palm got the instrument ready for us.

I gave an extra upward thrust to my hips burying my cock into it's temp depository, as I worked the lube subway into Kim's waiting ass. She tensed, and then relaxed as I slowly fucked her butt with the trivial toy. Then I pushed it all the way in, and filled her gut with the cool liquid.

I pulled my instrument out of Kim's kitty-cat, and lined it up on her rosebud, and pushed.

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

"Relax, my minuscule angel. I'll go slow"I said in soothing tones.

But the tone in my vox belied the lust that was banging in my head, begging me to flap down my tool deep into her unyielding ass, and ignore all aftermath. I fought that urge and pushed slowly. Kim's pie-eyed pickle yielded and I broke through in a quick, little, jolt.

I shivered again as I said

"nookie ! I'm in. God, that is tight"

Kim said null. She was just breathing hard, both enduring the infliction and trying to loosen up.

I gave her to the count of five to get used to the intrusion and then I could ignore the brute no longer. I pushed again, feeling her physical structure grudgingly part and accept my rod into her about private area.

"Ohhhhhhh"Kim groaned.

It sounded like it still hurt, and I could see a pained look on her aspect. She had her eyes closed, with her facial expression resting sideways on the mattress.

I kept my steady push, stretching her pixilated opening wide of the mark, making it give me passageway ; making it break me pleasure. The idea of Kim allowing me to do this to her, regardless of the cost to her dead body made me feel sinewy ; supreme. For the moment I owned her. I owned the world.

Then my cock found the can of her ass, and I was stopped. My balls were resting on Kim's pussy, and I was amazed at how lots I had stretcher her little opening move to reconcile my girth.

"bit ! hour !"she breathed out quickly.

A arcminute was a century too long and I began to pull out back. In my judgement I felt her ass resist me. I felt like a spring was attached. Each micro inch that I moved back pulled the leap tighter. There would get a point where I could not pull back any farther and then I would be sprung inscrutable and firmly back into her bowel. I reached that dot as my cockhead began to appear.

I fought the spring with all my will, sure I would rip Kim in two if I gave in. My breathing labored as I fought. But, with each fraction of an inch that the leap pulled me in, my immunity was reduced. The pleasure of her ass squeezing my cock was killing my will to reject and leaving me prone to my base desire.

When I was buried deep in my angel's ass for the secondment sentence ; Kim moaned. This time there was a note of pleasure, which cut my resolve loose and the fauna sprang from his batting cage. I pulled back, this meter taking joy in stretching the spring. When I had again stretched it to breaking, I let go, allowing it to catapult me thick into her bowel with a suicidal plunge.

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

The leaping exploded into a million shaving and I was free. Only the beast of my own lecherousness was left and I was ordered to lb her ass viciously I obeyed and drove my cock hard into Kim's ass. I no longer cared about her pleasure or her botheration. I had to feed the animate being to sustain him from devouring me.

smacking ! slap ! Slap ! slap ! Went the speedy disturbance of flesh encounter pulp. Kim was once again marking my shot with her cries of pain/pleasure.

"Oh ! Oh ! Oh !"

Kim broke her rhythm.

"Please, Ron ! Please hurry !"

It did not seem possible but I began to Lebanese pound her ass faster. My sexual climax was building. It was a dam of joy construction over top of me. When it burst I would be washed away and drown in it. I felt a crack appear. The military force behind it was too great for the crack and it let go all at once.

"Fuuuuuuucccccck !"

I screamed as I drove my prick one final clip as late and hard as I could. I almost pulled Kim off of the bed as my hands used her hips as grip taproom to leverage another fraction of an column inch deeper into her splendid ass.

I began to unload a gallon of cum ; spraying it like a firehouse to extinguish the fire that had built in my mind. The steam of it rose and burnt away all other feelings. My hearing left me. I was blind, except for the thousand dot of bursting light. The undulation washed over me and extinguished the fervor. I felt myself float to the surface.

I could listen. I could see. I could feel my bridge player cramping with the elbow grease of holding Kim's rose hip. I released them, and she immediately fell flat onto the bed. My rooster popped out and I fell beside her.

"That must have been some coming"Kim said as she rolled over to look at me

I was breathing laborious, but managed to puff out.

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

"Are you OK ?"I asked as my reason returned and filled me with a sensation of guilt trip

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

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

She giggled"It's not too bad. I'll be ok. I managed a little sexual climax 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 niggling posterior has it's doubts about you."

"Maybe I'll have to snog it and make it all better."I responded.

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

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

We did that together. There was much kissing and mutual soaping. Kim's breasts and pussy got very fairly, as did my cock. Kim's starfish was too sore for much attending, but it got a little soaping as well. When we were done, we tumbled back into bed, naked. I spooned Kim, with my rooster between her wooden leg, and my flop hand cupping her chest. We fell asleep that way, and I was treated to dreamless sleep.


My consternation woke me at the convention weekday time and I got up. I took another shower to chase away the nap, thinking

‘ Fuck the conservationist. Al Gore uses Thomas More water system in his fucking deglutition'

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

I was less disquiet today and made no John Roy Major errors. I wasn't completely focused on my job, but I was better, and Tuesdays are not nearly the zoo that Mondays are. Monday follows the weekend, and the weekend always produces morgue business from dealings fortuity and mixer related to body process gone astray.

I called Kim on my morning break.

"Hey, lover"she answered

We made some belittled talking 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 house and get the freezer"she said

"Sounds right. We can foot up the cars and more of your former property, too"I said back.

organism at employment, I was not about to hash out any of the plans that we had made for our future morgue adventure, but I was still concerned for their safety. I had to ask.

"See anyone or anything out of the ordinary ?"

"Nope. drilling as hell over here. Day prison term 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 put"

thought process of how she might be gay, but also mentation of how inviting she looked doing her yoga last nighttime, I was being pulled in two very different directions.

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

Kim laughed."Maybe you aren't, but I did foretell you that you could have her ass again. I am a young lady of my Holy Writ"

That was going to help me focus the quietus of the day. We chatted for just a few more indorsement and I promised to call her at luncheon. Then I hung up.

What the shtup am I doing ? I asked myself for the thousandth prison term. But, I did not dwell on that tenacious. My break was over and I needed to get back to work. I had a lot of clerical hooey to do ; including getting two release purchase order typed up for Dr Syygo's signature tomorrow good afternoon. Tomorrow I would be committing a felony and there was no turning back then.

To be continued……… .