Sisters' Wimp

                       Sisters' Wimp - Chapter 18

       While I had been entertaining what seemed like an army of women with attitude, my wife and her sister had been working overtime at the spa, or was it the studio. I couldn't keep them straight. That night while I was suffering the torments of the damned, they were auditioning four women for the job as my handler. Only two would be selected, but the losers would become the backup team. The quartet ranged in age from twenty-eight to thirty-five; at least that's what they claimed. Each was overweight, the worst being twenty-seven pounds, the least fourteen. Two were divorcees, another was separated and the last candidate was cheating regularly on her disinterested husband, who she suspected was cheating on her with some floozy from the place where he worked.

       Shelly had been married twice and divorced twice. She was living off her second husband's settlement despite the fact that it was her doing all of the cheating. This brunette in her late twenties was carrying around a spare tire and three extra inches across her broad ass. However her 39Ds, ability to give great head and a willingness to spread her legs for anyone with money made her relatively popular among those denizens that frequented the local watering holes. Karen was a recent divorcee who was beginning to discover that she didn't like aggressive men such as her ex-husband. She held a good paying job in a bank and was ticketed for better things in the very near future. Her objective was to develop a relationship with a man with low self-esteem who would do what she wanted when he wanted it, and that included sex, which she enjoyed tremendously under the proper circumstances. She had recently gotten a breast augmentation, but counterbalanced that with an extra twenty pounds that she couldn't seem to lose.

       Gwen was a bottle blonde bombshell who was still married but wondering why, since her husband was cheating on her regularly with a variety of women. These days she was lucky to get laid once a month at home, always during her period, which was another weird characteristic of her cheating husband. He didn't even bother to hide the condoms he always carried when he left for work. A few months ago she decided to start cheating on him with men from the place where she worked. She developed a following based on her ability to give her partners exactly what they wanted, from blowjobs to anal sex, plus anything else their perverted minds could imagine for her. However what she really wanted was a man who would do what she wanted when it came to sex and weirdness. She joined the spa at the same time she started cheating on her husband, figuring that losing some weight would enhance her chances for a good relationship, which hadn't turned out to be true to date.

       Brenda was separated from her ball and chain and glad about it. Her only problem was getting enough of the right kind of cock. Brenda was the kind who liked to be on top in more ways than one, and made no bones about it. She also was beginning to realize that she liked women almost as much as men. In fact her comment that the perfect sex partner would be a woman who was an expert with a dildo was made with a straight face to her peers at the spa. Try as she could, Brenda hadn't been able to reduce the extra poundage around her hips and gut. She did however own a great set of tits that were the envy of her fellow sufferers at the spa. Brenda also had the inside track due to her friendship with Paula, who had given her the low-down on her sister's wimpy husband.

       There were plenty of other women available at the spa, but most of them were too good for Jill's husband, at least that's what she claimed. Karen looked like a lock, but the other woman was a bit harder to select. Brenda had some good characteristics, especially her desire to be in charge when it came to her sex partner. However her taste ran to both sexes, and that might cause some serious problems down the road. Gwen had lots going for her, but she was still married, which would likely put a crimp in her relationship with Jill's husband. Finally there was Shelly, but she was looking for a meal ticket, which was definitely not Jill's loser of a husband. Jill and Paula put their heads together and after some serious deliberation they took a chance with Brenda. She turned out to be an excellent choice, even though Jill's husband didn't think so.

       Had I known what was transpiring at the spa, I'd have quit my job and taken off for another state. Currently there were Evelynne and Mandy, not to mention my immediate supervisor, Lauren Manning, the other Brenda who roomed with her, and Ms. Limenke. Add to this Evelynne's friends, Nancy and Miriam, who along with the mystery lady were auditioning for a piece of my action, and you can see the predicament I faced. Oh, I also forgot my wife and her sister, the original ball breakers. What was a fellow to do, but beg for mercy and hope that some of the ladies would take pity on his miserable self? That was not about to happen in this wimp's lifetime, you can bet on that.

       To celebrate the selection of my two handlers, Paula and Jill invited the two winners back to my apartment after their shift ended. A better offer came when the boss and a few friends came by and suggested that the quartet consider a nice long weekend on his houseboat. My wife and her sister had been there and done that, but since they didn't have much else going on for the weekend, they accepted. Karen and Brenda required a little more convincing, but the opportunity for some fresh cock finally won over Karen and the prospect of both sexes to enjoy was too much for Brenda to turn down. They all agreed to rendezvous at the spa in two hours, making sure to take as little clothing as possible. After all, they would be on the houseboat almost all the time and there they were expected to show plenty of skin to get the gang in the mood for lots of hot sex. So while all on the floating whorehouse had a good time, as Frank the spa owner called his boat, yours truly was setting new records in many water sport categories.

       My ordeal began early in the day because Evelynne was one of those people who didn't need much sleep, especially if she had a playmate available to entertain her. That was my function the moment she came bounding into the room where I lay spread out for the taking. All she wore was the same garter belt she'd had on last evening. I quickly discovered that my bladder was full once more, not surprising considering the amount and kind of piss she had made me drink before letting me sleep. My mouth had this horrible after taste and my stomach was struggling to keep from ridding itself of the remnants of my keeper's piss. Naturally Evelynne was eager to play another game with me involving another exchange of our liquid waste products. From the looks of the bottle she held, her kidneys had been quite active, not too surprising considering her age.

       She announced the usual ground rules; I was to go first. Once I'd downed her acrid, murky offering, then she'd let me empty my bladder. Naturally that too would ultimately find its way back into my belly and be cycled through my kidneys again. I grimaced, but she held all the cards. She was in a frisky mood, perhaps excited by the prospect of having some visitors to help her play games with yours truly. I was soon to discover just how frisky she was and what kind of a day and night she had planned for me. First off she only allowed me to drink a portion of her piss, making me hold it in my mouth for a time before allowing me to swallow it. This was above and beyond when it came to cruelty. I shuddered at what lay in store for me. It seemed like an eternity before the bottle was finally empty. My stomach was in revolt and I wondered what might become of me if I puked up her piss all over the bed. From the look on her face I didn't want to find out.

       She took her time allowing me to void. As soon as I got the stream going she'd insist that I stop. This on again off-again was driving me insane, but she just smiled and warned me of the consequences of disobeying her orders. What should have taken maybe two or three minutes lasted the better part of twenty from all the stops and starts. That obstacle now overcome, she sprang her surprise and I groaned inwardly. Having sex with Mrs. Monroe was about the last thing I wanted to contemplate at this moment in time. I consoled myself with the observation that at least my bladder wasn't on the verge of bursting. Evelynne made me stick out my tongue, and then she shifted around to face away from me, allowing only a look at her shrunken ass cheeks as she settled her pussy down on my stiff tongue. I'd never had anyone fuck my tongue with her pussy until that morning. She acted as if it was my cock working diligently in and out of her tight cunt. Then she ruined the mood by cutting some cheese, nearly making me gag from the stench. Despite my discomfort, she wrapped her hand around my cock and began jacking it with enthusiasm, mumbling that it should be stiff as a board by now.

       To make a long story short, it took my fuck buddy almost a half hour to get my cock into fucking condition. She then mounted my shaft and we began to do the deed, but slowly. I had no energy and she was in no hurry. We fucked at a leisurely pace for what seemed like the rest of the morning, but in fact was less than fifteen minutes according to her watch. From there we went into a gallop that had me wheezing. The efforts of yesterday plus less sleep than I needed led to a coupling that lacked enthusiasm on my part. Evelynne was disappointed, but also determined to get her jollies before her visitors arrived and dominated me for the duration. Twice she broke off to suck my cock back into full hardness, each time rubbing it up and down her dripping gash before and after giving me some very professional head. I was almost ashamed of my lack of performance, but considering what was awaiting me, I refused to get that upset. Evelynne was persistent and finally after what seemed like half a day of hard labor, I flooded her pussy with an armada of wigglers. My reward was to suck my cum from her pussy and make sure I disposed of every drop.

       Evelynne was called away to answer her phone. She was away for quite a long time, and I thought that perhaps one of her invitees was calling to say that she couldn't make it. When she finally came back, the look on her face indicated that the call had been bad news. Evelynne was on the brink of tears, which didn't make much sense if it was one of the women who begged off with some lame excuse. Could it have been something to do with Mandy? Now that made a lot more sense. All I could think was she had been in an auto accident or perhaps been run in on a drunk driving charge. I was correct about it being Mandy, but her mother was close mouthed about her situation. Later I would learn all the gory details, and it kept me from totally giving up on surviving my ordeal.

       She wasted no time putting my tongue back to work on her rancid cunt. I could tell from the taste that this woman was not used to taking regular showers. I did my best to ignore the taste and smell while I concentrated on getting her off. It took some time, but at last she got into the mood and began grinding that wet pussy up and down my face. She was building up a good head of steam when the doorbell rang. It took a few seconds for it to penetrate her consciousness, but with a grunt and a sigh she rolled off my body and padded toward the foyer. I heard shouts and laughter that grew louder as whoever it was and my current mistress made their way to the bedroom where I waited, naked and totally vulnerable.

       It didn't take a genius to figure out that the henna-haired, wrinkled lady in the gaudy dress designed to show off her big fake tits as well as revealing her bare, varicose legs was Miriam. She homed in on yours truly, checking out the merchandise, especially my nearly flaccid cock. She sighed and pointed at what passed for my cock.

       "Damn it Evie! I had a better deal going at where I was staying. I had these two black bucks with cocks that looked like black snakes doing me front and rear half the night. They wanted to bring some friends over today so they could really give me some serious fucking. Instead here I am with a stud that looks like a dud. What kind of a treat is that?"

       Evelynne hugged her friend and laughed.

       "Would your black friends let you load them up with as many enemas as you wanted to give them? Do you think they'd lie in a bathtub and let you piss all over them? I'll bet they'd love to kneel before you and swallow every last drop of piss that you could squirt from that worn-out twat of yours too? Did any of your black studs lick your pussy and suck your asshole? I'm sure they didn't! This white slug here will do that and more. Take it from me; I've made him do it all and then some! By the way, what kind of a name is Kitty Fuxs? I always liked the name you used when we were doing things together. Miriam Mons really sounded classy and even had a kind of foreign ring to it."

       Even as they talked, the henna-haired lady who had to be in her mid to late fifties was unzipping her flower covered dress and wiggling out of it to show off what appeared to be at least a set of 40DD tits stretching the half-cup bra that was fighting a losing battle to contain those heavy handfuls of fake tit meat. Evelynne whistled in appreciation as her friend's body, now covered only by her lavender colored bra and bikinis plus a lilac garter belt for contrast, came into view. She made no attempt to hide the paunch hanging over the waistband of the panties. It was easy to see that she had also used henna to dye her pubic hair as well. I had to admit that she had a much thicker pelt guarding her snatch than that of her companion. Evelynne suggested that she mount up and see how I rode. Miriam or Kitty gave me a wolfish grin and peeled off her bikinis. For some strange reason my cock began to harden, something not lost on my fuck buddy who frowned at this response. Her friend reached back to pop her bra and at the same time told a quick story about the other two visitors who were to arrive shortly.

       Nancy was doing a quick girl-girl porno for a friend and was matched with a gorgeous Chinese teenager who was going to college and paying her way by doing porn. They practically burned down the set eating pussy, and decided to continue it over at Nancy's place. The teenager, her name is Li, was so wasted after doing the nasty all night with Nancy that she almost missed her classes. The next day she moved in and they've been an item ever since. She hates men, so she claims, but Li's a dominant when it comes to the ladies. She makes Nancy jump through hoops even though she's young enough to be her granddaughter. It'll be fun to see how this slug survives Li at her worst. Almost on cue, the doorbell rang and I knew I was in deep trouble if half of what I heard was true.

                               (To be continued - rolf palsy)