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"Oh darling ... I ... ah ... here it is ... ah, ah ... oh fuck." I panted and relaxed. "I didn't know someone could just talk and make me orgasm. You are good baby."

"Do you really have to go to work tomorrow?"

"Afraid so. What did you have in mind?"

"Well my bed isn't messed up enough. Could work on that."

"Temp me tiger, temp me. Heaven help me. I feel like a kid again. All I want to do is be with you Kim."

"I'm glad. I'm pretty hooked on you already myself."

The next month became a transition period as we consolidated our lives, our belongings, and I started living in her, well now, our apartment. It was a good time for both of us. Our personalities were so similar, our likes, interests, just everything. Almost like we were identical twins. I even let go of my apartment.

The days were torture. Time passed like all the clocks had been unplugged and the watches stopped. Fucking customers, forever asking for help. Get a life. Don't bother me. Go away. But when I walked through that front door and saw Kim each evening, I was a reborn teenaged girl. My motor was roaring and my pussy needed taking care of. And Kim had the medicine for me. Her pussy wrapped around my tongue, and mine around hers. That was the ticket for both of us. I was sure the neighbors thought wildcats had moved in next door with the way we'd scream and moan through the evening and night.

Summer was at last here and we'd been together 9 months. We had celebrated being together every day and today was no different.

"Hey Jenny! Guess what I won?" She was waving an envelope and rolling towards me. I picked her up and held her in my arms. God was she light and nice to hold.

"First, how's my little sex pot? Who loves ya baby?"

"You do." Kim wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. "No one loves me as good as my beautiful Jenny."

"Where we going?"

"To bed?"

"No silly. You won something."

"Oh. ... Yup. I'm holding a letter that says we have won ... ta da ... 14 nights in Jamaica plus air fair for 2. How's that sound my favorite pussy cakes?"

"Do we leave tonight?"

"I wish. It's at one of those adult only places. Just think of all the hot bodied tanned chickies we'll get to ogle. Woo Hoo!"

"We need to get you one of those tiny thong bathing suits. You'll make peoples eyes fall out."

"Yeah, or just puke."

"Good. All the more attention I can lavish on you stud muffin."

"Oh yeah? Pussy licker."

"Muff diver."

Still cradled in my arms, I walked straight in to the bedroom and tossed her short body onto the bed, ripped her clothes off, and began licking her pussy.

"Oh you suck me so good, oh yeah pull my clit way out like that, yeah baby, yeah baby. The 60 second cum! All most there, yeah, yeah ... Oh you're good, real good. ... Fucking good baby."

I cupped my hands over her hips, where her legs used to be. "Damn nice not to have these in the way. Damn nice." I kissed her all over her hips, ran my fingers though her ass crack, over her asshole, licked her pussy lips, teasing them as I nibbled and pulled on them with my lips, my teeth.

"There'll be hell to pay if you stop now Jenny Lou!" Not my name, but she'd toss it in when she wanted to make sure to get my attention. "You better fucking finish this next orgasm for me!"

I kept sucking her clit like a small cock, a finger explored her pussy, pressed against that wonderful patch of skin, that spot in her pussy, stroked it more and more. Her hands, her fingers grabbed the sheets, pulling it from the corners of the mattress, holding it tight across her face, then in her mouth to muffle her screams, her hips were bouncing left and right. I held on with my hands now as I sucked her clit. Her fingers scraped across her chest leaving marks.

"Oh my God Jenny. That's ... that's ... oh yeah Jenny ... oh yeah."

"Was it gooood for youuu?" I teased knowing full well it was one of her best orgasms.

"Oh you are a gooood fucker. I write it on all the bathroom walls."

"Wondered what all those strange phone calls were about?"

Kim forced me onto my back and held me down with her hand pressing against my shoulders. Her lips teased mine, first just pressing against them, then licking them lightly spreading moisture around, my tongue touching her lips here and there. She took her time. I couldn't move. I didn't want to. I wanted to be her prisoner. I was hers now. She dragged her tongue everywhere, across my eyes, my ear lobes, she nibbled some, licked some.

I already burned like a person in the desert and she had just started. I tried to touch myself, couldn't. Tried to touch her, she wouldn't let me.

Minutes, felt like hours, as she worked over my face, my neck, with her mouth, still holding me down. With almost imperceptible movements, she worked her way down my throat, across my chest, stomach. I was trying to beg her to kiss my pussy, but she would cover my mouth with her hand, her mouth, then start again each time I asked or begged.

I ached, the passion overwhelming. I was desperate for release, to be touched all over my pussy. Everything else was very nice, I just wanted to be touched, kissed, sucked, there, my pussy, my cunt, there! Nowhere but there!

On the 3rd pass, now below my stomach, she kissed my navel and then skipped over my pussy and kissed my thighs, first the left, then the right. She teased me, letting her mouth hover over my pussy, my cunt. I could feel her warm, her hot breath blow on it. She was so close. Oh my God, please! Her legless hips were in my face, her body on my chest, her mouth between my hips and knees. I leaned down and tried to kiss her pussy, to urge her to kiss mine, but she pulled it away, threatening to start over with my face, taking even longer to get where I desperately wanted her to be.

Her face comes close to the goal again. I can almost feel her tongue lick to one side of my labia, then the other. Oh fuck you Kim! I'm going to cum all over your face as soon as your tongue touches my cunt, my clit. She does. Oh my God, she does. The electricity races though my whole body. I pull her hips against my face, almost biting into them as I convulse, spasm, shake uncontrollably. This is it. Thank you, thank you. Hell yes. This is it.

I fall back, chest pounding, heart racing, feeling darkness coming over me. I try to stay in this world. I try hard. Oh my goodness that was good. My hand holds my chest to keep my heart inside. I can feel my heart start to slow a little. I'm going to live. Yes, I'm still alive. Life returns to me.

"I love you Kim. I do. Always be here with me."

The plane landed in Jamaica. It was so bloody hot as we got off the plane. My clothes were instantly soaking wet. Got Kim's chair, went through customs, got one small suitcase, filled with bathing suits and a few skirts and blouses, from the carousel, down the elevator, and waited and waited. Melting even more. Eventually we saw a man holding up a sign with our names.

"We're Kim and Jenny."

He was from the resort and drove us there. Glad he was driving. I didn't know all the correct beeps of the horn for sure.

We checked in. Our room looked like a hut with what appeared to be a grass roof. All the rooms were like ours, little huts under palm trees all over the place. A living room, bedroom, and bath. The air conditioner worked hard, almost begging to be put out of it's misery. 'hum, hum, shoot me, hum, hum, shoot me'. I was sure that's what it sounded like. It was cool inside though. Nothing like outside. Plenty of space, more than I thought from the first glance outside. Wide doorways. Very accessible as promised.

I watched as Kim swung from her chair and launched herself in an arc, as if shot from a cannon, hips first onto the middle of the bed. She's cute when she does that, but I do worry about her overshooting. I fell backwards onto the bed and landed next to her.

"Well pussy licker, what do you think?"

"Hey muff diver. I think you're pretty fine. Nice ass for a lady without legs."

"Good enough for you to eat?"

"Yeah, I guess? Want to check out the natives?"

"Only 'yeah, I guess'? If that's all, let's get those band aid sized thongs on and go terrorize everyone."

It was clear from the women around the pool, that we might have been silly to be concerned about the way we looked in thongs. Oh my God. I hope this is not everyone that is here. A few looked like chubby Mary's from work, but in a thong. If anyone gets upset at Kim for showing her stumps, I'll get my gun out. Oh my. Where's the barf bag. Some of the guys weren't much better.

I spread out our towels, helped Kim down from her chair. Sure, she can manage, but I love to do things for her even if it is faster when I don't help.

The sun in the tropics felt nice on our aging skin. Already in Heaven. Right now I didn't care if I died from skin cancer. Just loved laying next to Kim. We held hands, talked, looked around, acted like young lovers. Some man with the hotel knew exactly what I wanted and handed us each a very tall rum punch. Guess you can't be in Jamaica without one in your hand, everyone seems to have one. Doesn't take long before there are no cares in the world with one of these. Just one happy buzz.

Eventually, a few hot body women sit by the pool. I'm happy now. Good eye candy, real good. Tasty I'm sure. What a dirty old lady I am.

Hours pass, sun starts to go down, nice red glow in the sky, sailor's delight they say. Dinner is set in an open air eating area. Wheelchair by a table for 2, saving our place, I cradle Kim in my arms to go thought the line. People stare, we ignore them. As far as we're concerned, we're the only people in this world. A server insists I let him get our food for us.

The food is great, but not what we normally eat, but still great. Not sure what it was, but remembered that most everything tastes like chicken. Didn't look like chicken. Hoped it wasn't fried shark penis. After dinner, we tried a place in the resort by the beach that makes burgers. Better. Now we're full.

Sun is down now. Chair in the room. I carry Kim, love to have her cradled in my arms, one of her arms is around my neck, not very far from the room, to the 'Swing Bar' on a pier over the ocean. One with swings for seats, all hanging from long ropes around a circular bar. We take the last 2. Bar tender hands us two rum punches. Kim swings back and forth. People watch with amazement and fascination as her short black skirt flips up as she swings forward. Flips sometimes more than other times, revealing too much. No one minds that.

Two more drinks. By now, they go down like ice tea. Two more. We're pretty looped. I wonder if I can carry Kim all the way back to the room. Not that far, but even a few steps now would seem like a hundred miles. Maybe should have brought the chair. Too drunk to think of just going back by myself and getting it. My arms are noodles, my legs weak. I laugh hard at myself as I stumble a little when I take my first step. Kim is flexible like Mr. Gumby as I try to pick her up. We are 2 silly drunks. Not that everyone else isn't also.

"Would you like some help?" Some tall handsome American guy grabs my arm to keep me from falling.

I looked into his baby blue eyes. I slur my speech. "Sure. Might have to make a second trip for me though."

He cradles Kim in one arm against his chest like a big sack of flour. She looks at him and mumbles "Not even a leg to stand on." He holds my hand with this free hand as he leads me back to our room.

By our door, the smell of a joint wafts overhead. "Haven't smelled that for a long time. Can't do ...." Kim mumbles and her voice trails off, her head resting on his shoulder.

I opened the door and he lays Kim on the bed, her short black skirt flips back revealing her naked hips and pussy.

I sat down, more like I plopped down. "Thanks for the help."

"See both of you tomorrow."

"If I can get my sea legs." Kim babbles.

The door shuts.

"Gotta be more careful about those drinks."

We passed out on the bed.

A few knocks on the door. "Room service!" A few more knocks, louder this time. "Room service!"

The woman shaking my shoulder is a lovely very dark skinned person. "Ma'am? ... If you want any breakfast or coffee, you need to wake up." She shakes my shoulder again.

"What?" I stir a little. "What time is it?"

"9:30. Breakfast is almost over. We're here to clean your room."

I shake Kim. She moves a little. "Baby, we need to try and wake up. Days wasting." I help her into her chair, run a brush through both our hair, and wheel her out the door, still wearing last night clothes.

The head, humidity, and bright sunlight blast into our eyes. Startled, she sits upright. "What happened?"

"Ten gallons of rum punch dear. Time for breakfast. Try not to look too brain damaged."

She slapped her face a little. "I'm a live, I think. I kind of remember a guy carrying me back to the room last night."

"He was very nice and helped both of us back. We might have become shark bait otherwise."

"Shit! They got my legs!" She yelled a bit louder than necessary as I pushed her down the path. A few people looked at her with shock. No place for me to hide either, so I just laughed. So did Kim. Not sure everyone is up for her dry sense of humor.

Food on the tray, tray on the table, coffee cups in our shaking hands for a few minutes as we tried to sip the black liquid. I spread some butter on our toast, shake salt and pepper on the scrambled eggs.

"So you made it through the night?"

A head blocked the sun. Couldn't quite see what it looked like. Then I realized where I'd heard the voice. "Oh. Hi! Thanks for saving our sorry asses last night. A real knight in shining armor."

"You may not be ready for much conversation right now, but we'd like to join you if it is okay?"

We? I tried to focus a little. He was with 2 females, couldn't see their faces yet, but I could see their crotches. definitely female. Real hard to focus, bright light, fuzzy head. You know the drill. "Sure pull up some chairs."

"Brought mine this time so you won't have to carry me again."

"Not a problem Kim. ... This is Patty, my wife and Connie her girlfriend. ... Oh, I'm Robert."

At last I was able to focus enough to see the 3 people. They all looked like there were maybe in their early 30's. All pretty good looking. Not even a little orange hair, no Mohawk hair cuts, no whale bones through the cheeks. Nothing at all strange. The more I looked at Robert, the more I realized how handsome he was. A real Marlboro Man kind of guy.

Kim squinted, and moved her head slowly around. "Wow! The voices in my head have faces."

"Yesterday must have been your first day. Takes a while to get used to those rum punches. Lots of rum followed by lots of punch." Patty laughed. "I got pretty shit faced my first day too. Some of it is the heat."

"Oh, only the first day? I remember you knocking on more than one wrong door the 2nd night."

"Thanks for reminding me Connie. I'd forgotten I was the ONLY one that got drunk."

"Girls, girls. Be nice. We're supposed to be having fun."

Kim leaned towards Connie. "Was that a joint I smelled last night? Fuck, that stuff used to make me so horny. Been a long time though."

As I listened, I thought I heard a bit of a Australian accent. Both the women sounded the same. "You from Australia?"

Patty looked towards me. "Right mate. And you?"

"The States. We're here for 14 days."

"Guess I can rescue you for 2 more days. You're pretty light Kim. Won't mind that. Not at all."

Patty slapped him on the arm. "Be nice."

"Oh he was a perfect gentleman. Don't remember TOO many inappropriate touches." Kim laughed.

"Wasn't quite sure how to hold you. Not as many handles on your body."

"Just glad you didn't mistake me for a 2 hole bowling ball." We all laughed at that one.

Connie looked up and down at Kim. "You have a nice wit about you. Some like you don't."

Kim and I ignored the 'like you' part. "Thanks. Jenny and I are real lucky to have each other."

"Speaking of fingers in 2 holes, Connie and I need to run back to the room for a while. Stop by for a smoke later if you want."

"Bye girls." Robert waved as they walked away.

"Unusual that a guy is that comfortable letting his wife have a girlfriend."

"Oh they're lots of benefits. Like both of you, they are real easy on the eyes. Know what I mean? An I get to watch a lot of times. Something they both enjoy."

"You're sweet."

"They like to be watched?"

He looked around to see who was close by. "Hell yes. Both real show offs and Patty loves to go both ways, but I think she is very partial to Connie. Get my stones off."

The next 2 days were fun, watching Patty and Connie, and Robert and Patty, all messing around. We smoked some good weed, traded stories, made lewd suggestive comments, just being wild and crazy for a while. Never traded touches, well nothing too sexual; well maybe a finger on a clit, a tit, or a cock, nothing much else. Just had a refreshing time. Robert was kind and carried Kim out into the ocean a few times and let her swim while he stayed close by.

The resort had a half day scuba experience where they showed people how to use the equipment in the pool, then went out for a few hours in the ocean. We enquired and a lovely woman, in a revealing bathing suit, smiled and explained she would LOVE to help Kim. We both looked at Rose, then each other, and smiled as we squeezed each others hand harder.

Half an hour later we were in the pool. Kim had a few extra small weights added to her belt help keep her hips down. Rose worked just with Kim and me while 2 guys worked with the rest of the class. I watched underwater as her hands held Kim by the hips, letting them slide around more than necessary just to support her. I think Kim was enjoying herself as well. We both quickly caught on to breathing, clearing our masks, going up and down.

One of the men with the dive shop carried Kim to the boat and helped her in after the others were seated. I think she enjoyed the extra attention. I could have sworn I noticed a few stolen looks, growing bulges in a few bathing suits, and a few tongues rubbing across the lips.

The ride out into the ocean was fun, wind in the hair, blue water, boat bouncing over small waves. We anchored in water that was turquoise, a little murky, with brightly colored fish swimming about. I was glad Kim refrained from any jokes about how she didn't have to worry about sharks nibbling on her legs. Pretty sure some of the people didn't do well in the pool, and now we were in 40 feet of open ocean.

Kim was placed on the edge of the boat, tank on her back, Rose in the water, and then Kim leaned backwards. She landed near Rose, sank for a moment, and returned to the surface with Rose pushing her up with a hand under her crotch.

"You okay?"

"Oh baby. After that, you bet! I'm ready when you are."

Rose held Kim's hand, pulling and kicking her legs. Sometimes Rose would give her a shove with a hand under Kim's crotch, usually to help her go up, but I knew there were times she did it to cop a feel. I swam nearby, watching them together, both seeming very happy. I could not believe the amount of freedom I felt while underwater. The fish were so colorful, like a very large fish tank full of sport fish of many colors. We fed them pieces of banana and the fish would eat out of our finger tips.

Back at the bar, devoid of our scuba gear, rum punches in one hand, the fingers of the other intertwined together, we just looked at each other for a while.

Kim broke the silence. "God was that great."

"It was better than I could have imagined. Looked like Rose had a nice time. Glad she was able to help."

"Her hand was so gentle, the soft touches sent goose bumps all over me. I loved the feeling of being pulled along. She fingered me a few times, specially coming up. Very nice. I was amazed at the sensations in my hips as she pulled me though. The way the water pressed against my hips as it flowed over them, really heightened the notion that my legs weren't there."