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Sisters' Wimp - Chapter 8
I got so carried away sodomizing Evelynne that it took almost an hour before I filled the condom. By then my partner was reduced to her mantra of " Fuck me, fuck me hard! Make it hurt. Please hurt me good! Fuck me, fuck me hard! " It put me into some kind of a rhythm that I could sustain for the next ten years if I so desired. Naturally I made her swallow the contents of the rubber and make sure she didn't miss as much as a drop. Then she started to beg all over again, which irritated me no end. The threat of another spanking just made her begging become even more self-degrading. I tried not to think of all the things she offered to do in exchange for more cock.
Perhaps it was all the fucking, or just being in a nice soft bed with a woman of sorts, but I fell fast asleep. I awoke in darkness and discovered that my bed partner had disappeared. I guess once she figured she wasn't getting any more cock from me, she left for greener pastures. That made me prick up my ears to check if anyone else was still doing the nasty within my range of hearing. Once it was established that the place was quiet, I discovered that it was nearly five in the morning, and it made no sense to get up and go back to the apartment. So I lay there in the darkness, wondering if Mandy got lucky or was back here licking her wounds. The thought of trying to find her bedroom and joining the skinny, boyish, sex maniac in bed for another round of hot sex crossed my mind, but was quickly dismissed for reasons that were a legion.
So until it grew light I amused myself by imagining that I had Mandy and her mother under my thumb. The idea of watching the two going at it in a sixty-nine position after I'd just nailed both made my cock stir. The thought of Mandy hanging by her wrists, stark naked, while I gave her a good going over with my belt, making sure that her hairless pussy got plenty of attention, did wonders for my morale. So did the fantasy involving her mother sucking my cock while Mandy used a strap-on to sodomize her. However in almost every case, images of my wife and her evil sister kept intruding into these semi-wet dreams. That in turn led to what would occur later today when I went back to the apartment and had to face the two of them?
Before leaving the house I made sure to get the phone number and address for future reference. I peeked into the room where Evelynne was sacked out, and the sight of her naked body, arms and legs spread wide as if she was staked out, almost convinced me to arouse her and start the day off right with some pussy. I'll bet she'd be up for it in no time, but I decided to cut and run rather than probably wasting even more of the weekend amusing her and perhaps her daughter. It didn't look like today was my lucky day either; someone had hung a citation on my windshield about parking overnight without a city sticker.
At least I didn't get pulled over for speeding or have an accident on my way home. I tiptoed into the apartment in hopes of not awaking Jill or Paula; I could have saved the energy. The place was empty, but on the kitchen table there was a note informing me that they had a better offer for the weekend than listening to me whine and moan about not getting any pussy. It sounded like last weekend all over again. I wonder who was nailing them this time? Being a cuckold had its moments, mostly bad it seemed.
After waiting a couple of hours I called Mandy's house and as luck would have it, got Evelynne. She acted quite happy to hear from me so soon and when I suggested we could get together later on today she clucked and said that Mandy was going to bring a guy over for her to fuck all afternoon while some guys filmed her in action. I suggested that perhaps I could come over afterward, but she pleaded a previous engagement, telling me she had another date that night with one of her regulars. I bit my tongue, but what was a fella to do? She had me by the balls.
Rather than sound desperate, which is exactly what I was, I sighed and told her a fat lie that Sunday I had promised a buddy I'd help him move to a new apartment. Then I asked if she was available for a date during the week and she was all for that, stating that outside of Tuesday, she was open for business and to give her a call a day before I wanted to see her. Then she paused and added that it might be possible that Mandy could join in on the fun if I didn't mind. It looked as if things were looking up. Now all I had to do was deal with the weekend.
I was taking a nap after lunch, having wasted the morning watching television and browsing through the latest porn at my neighborhood adult bookstore. I had been tempted to rent a booth and check out one of the tapes, but I could never bring myself to occupying one of those small, filthy cubicles with its sticky floor and the smell of dried piss and cum that no amount of bleach could eliminate. The insistent ringing of the telephone woke me up and before I could react, the machine took over. The voice sounded vaguely familiar but knowing it wasn't Jill or her evil sister, made dashing for the phone a very low priority, that is until at the end of the message the caller identified herself as Mandy.
In less time then it takes to tell, I was on the phone to Mandy, who was delighted to hear my voice, according to her. It seems that one of the crew supporting the filming of her mom and some stud doing the nasty couldn't make it and she'd be in my debt if I could fill in for him. Then she added that Evelynne had spoken highly of me only this morning, and it looked like I was going to be one of her regular fuck buddies if she had anything to say about it. Mentally I was already adding Mandy to the mix, and I liked the way it played. Maybe they weren't any competition to Jill and Paula, but at least they would be able to provide plenty of honest pussy whenever I required some.
An hour later I was holding an arc light while another guy did the video taping of Evelynne, wearing only a garter belt and a big smile, taking on a nondescript gentlemen who was fairly well hung. Frankly the shoot was a lot of hard work and I hardly remembered who did what to whom and how many times. He sure had stamina, that I knew for sure. He pounded away at Mandy's mom like he had a jackhammer for a cock and she had a pussy made of concrete that had to be breached.
They went from one position to another as if they had been doing this for years. Mom was on top, on her side, on the bottom. She did cowgirl, spoon and the piledriver position. He did her mouth, pussy and asshole, moving from one to another without taking a deep breath. She sucked and even rimmed him to make sure he stayed interested in her skinny body. I only recall him cumming three times in the nearly two hours that they worked, with only a few five minute breaks. The best of the money shots was one where he gave her a faceful from point blank range and coated it with a mask of the white stuff. This guy was a stud!
By the end of it Mandy's mom had a pussy that looked like a baboon's ass; crimson, swollen and raw. Her asshole was agape with more of the white stuff leaking from that big brown eye. I was surprised that he didn't wear a rubber, but it turned out he was a regular fuck buddy for Evelynne, who also knew his wife of some twenty years and considered him very trustworthy when it came to staying clear of any STDs. Why he hadn't branched out with the equipment and stamina he had perplexed me, until he proudly showed a picture of the little woman in the altogether. She still looked like a porn star, which was what she was for a few years, despite the fact she was nearly forty.
My hopes for getting a taste of Evelynne, or maybe even her daughter, were dashed big time when Mandy announced she had a hot date in less than an hour and mom's first date of the afternoon was due in less than thirty minutes. I think I passed him while pulling out of the driveway a little later after helping the guy who taped the scene get his stuff back into the truck. Stopping off at the porn store on the way home yielded a tape featuring some well upholstered, dyed blondes with big tits doing it with studs that could have been their offspring. Beating off to the tape before and after a few drinks and some take-out finished me for the day. However that night I had a great wet dream, at least a great one for a cuckold.
Two policemen were escorting me down a long dark corridor to visit Jill, who had been arrested for speeding, refusing to show her license, registration and proof of insurance, driving under the influence, resisting arrest and possession of narcotics. They knocked at the steel door and after being checked, we were allowed to enter. What greeted my eyes was extremely bizarre. Jill, naked as the day she was born, was cuffed and bent over a table, legs spread wide. A beefy police woman was probing my wife's asshole with a metal cylinder while another cop was taping the action with a video camera. A bank of high intensity lights illuminated the scene almost as if they were making a movie.
I approached the table and got a better look at Jill's face, which was stretched by the metal fixture crammed into her mouth. I could see the strain it was placing on her jaws as well. The police woman glanced over and gave me a smile before asking if I was the dope dealer's husband. The question left me speechless. Suddenly I heard a snapping sound and Jill's body began to shiver like it was freezing cold. The police woman, who resembled Evelynne facially, joked and said it was too bad I hadn't been here earlier when she made Jill crap all over the floor with her little friend, the cattle prod. They'd forced my wife to clean it up with her tongue, and she'd done a great job even when one of the other cops was ass fucking her to give her a taste of what to expect when she went behind bars for drug dealing.
She pointed the cattle prod at me and grinned evilly before she started giving me the lowdown on what they'd already done to Jill, and what else was in store for her.
" I'll bet you're this bitch's connection. You can't fool me, she's nothing but a mule. I'll bet once we get her stomach pumped we'll find plenty of the white powder in little plastic bags just waiting to be turned into some serious recreational dope for the street traffic. Now that you're here, care to tear off a piece of this drug dealer? You might as well, everyone else in the precinct has. You should have heard her beg when the ladies took turns widening her asshole and cunt with their strap-ons and batons."
" Maybe that's what you need, a little convincing. Why don't you take off those clothes and get comfortable. I'm curious to see what kind of a dick your sporting. If it's big enough ,maybe you and I can do some negotiating while the dogs have another run at your wife. She's really getting into dog cock, you should see her moving that ass trying to get as much doggie dick in that fucked out twat as she can."
The moment my shriveled prick came into view everyone started laughing. Then they turned their attention to the arrival of a pack of German shepherds, barking furiously and eager to get at their new bitch. I woke in a sweat and leaped from bed still captured by the weird dream I'd had. The clock said almost four, way too early to get up and start prowling around in the empty apartment. Then again what better time to go through my wife's closet and see what was missing so I could stew and worry some more.
I definitely was not up for another viewing of the porn tape I'd seen before going to bed. All things considered, it had been a day filled with surprises as well as frustrations, but above all major uncertainty when it came to my relationship with the sisters, Jill and Paula. Was it true? Were they succeeding in turning me into some type of worthless wimp that was just around for laughs?
( To be continued - rolf palsy )
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