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Sisters' Wimp - Chapter 4
Paula was still fascinated by my twitching
cock. She glanced over to her sister and asked if she would mind if she took
advantage of my little surprise. Jill shrugged and mentioned the fact that I
hadn't gotten her off yet. "No problem" replied Paula and she made me
roll over onto my back so my wife could sit on my face and have me lick her
asshole and cunt while Paula got a pony ride.
I had to admit that Paula's pussy was even
tighter than my wife's. It slid down my stiff shaft until every inch was inside
that warm, wet pussy. Meanwhile Jill was rubbing her asshole back and forth
over my face, pausing to make sure my tongue did its job of stimulating her
puckered pooper, as she liked to call her asshole. Man, I was in hog heaven!
How many guys could claim with a straight face that they had sex with a pair of
hot babes, babes who just happened to be sisters?
My stiff cock remained in that state for
what seemed like an eternity. Paula got off with a loud groan and nearly
swamped me with pussy juice. I'd been told by my wife that her sister had the
habit of squirting when she really got turned on with one of the studs that
normally banged her tight twat regularly. That was two more points for me. Up
until tonight Paula had never reacted much to my cock, sort of using it like a
dildo, just something to get her cunt juicing, no more than that.
Paula rolled off my cock and whistled,
"Damn! Your stud husband is still hard. Looks like it's your turn to get a
pony ride." Jill hopped on and wiggled until she had my cock angled
properly for penetration. Paula wasn't wasting any time getting me to suck her
wet twat. That night was the best night I ever had. My hard cock went from one
cunt to the other and back again. My tongue lapped and licked steadily at
whatever was put out in front of it, tits, assholes, and lots and lots of
dripping cunt. It was a smorgasbord the likes of which I'd never have again
under such circumstances.
I wore the girls out to the point that in
self defense they ganged up on me, taking turns sucking and jacking my hard
dick, marveling at the amount of cum they wrung from my balls. I lost count of
how many loads spurted, then dribbled from my swollen, purplish prick. It was
Paula who finally finished me off by lubing my sore dick with astroglide, a gel
she liked her partners to always use while ass fucking her, and did a pretty
good imitation of a piledriver that at last took the starch from my unit. I was
late for work the next morning, but it was well worth it to recover my
masculinity as far as my wife and her sister were concerned.
I heard from my wife that Paula admitted
later to her that she had obviously misjudged me. Jill just shook her head and
could not offer any explanation for why I would turn into a super stud out of a
clear blue sky. She wondered if perhaps I'd taken some kind of a wonder drug
that she hadn't heard about, but quickly dismissed that idea. What Jill
couldn't understand was how I managed to "nut off" so often in that all
night session. Even on the honeymoon,
the best I ever did was three times one long day and evening.
The following day things got back to
normal, which was just as well. My prick was sore as a boil and my nuts were so
tender that I walked with very careful steps and really took my time going up
and down stairs. Tha ladies at the office treated me a little better, something
that I wasn't able to understand either. What had happened, and would it happen
again? I certainly hoped so. Paula came home late that evening, saying she had
to do some extra things at work, being new at the job and needing some extra
time to catch up with all the responsibilities she had. I didn't buy that story
for a minute, but my wife did. For the first night in a long time Jill and I
shared the same bed, but nothing happened, which was just fine with me.
Over the next few days things got back to
normal, that is no pussy and no Jill sleeping in the same bed as yours truly. Paula's comings and
goings remained out of kilter until the weekend. Friday night she came home in
a huff, and soon the two of them had their heads together and were talking in
low tones in the bedroom while I tried to watch some television and calm my
nerves with some bourbon after another stressful week at the job. An hour later
I poked my head into the bedroom to discover Jill and Paua locked in a
sixty-nine, their tongues slurping and mouths sucking up every drop of pussy
juice that issued from their respective cunts.
I made the mistake of inviting myself into
this little sex session. At first Jill rebuffed me, but Paula argued that maybe
she could benefit from another session like the one the three of us had earlier
this week. I was all for that, and so we got down to business. In no time flat
I discovered that what was now was definitely not what was then. Paula was on
top, her asshole glued to my mouth. Jill had taken up a position that allowed
her to lick my balls and then up and down the shaft of my half-hard cock.
Half-hard meant half-soft as well, not a good situation when one was preparing
to satisfy two hot women who had been without for nearly a week.
It turned out to be a near fiasco once it
became apparent that my dick was not up to the task at hand. Paula insisted
that I get her off, no matter how long it took. Jill did her best to get me in
the mood to eat pussy, alternating between jacking and sucking my reluctant
warrior. It didn't help that I lost my interest in Paula's pussy once I got a
good whiff of what was buried in her twat.
There is nothing to compare with the smell
or taste of semen that has been marinating in a woman's pussy for perhaps half
a day. I had that disconcerting experience on our recent honeymoon when Jill
forgot or didn't bother to shower and douche after I dumped a load into her in
the morning and that night discovered it was still there while I ate her out in
preparation for another round of fucking to close out the day. It was my
educated guess that someone at work had been feeding her a line as well as his
hard dick, and decided to drop her for something better on the weekend.
So I was the one who was going to have to
suffer for his sins. That was a bummer, especially since my cock wasn't working
properly. The thought crossed my mind that perhaps she might utter his name
during her sleep. Maybe Jill knew it already. Maybe if I kissed her ass,
literally as well as figuratively, she might disclose it to her very interested
and oh so sympathetic husband. Fat chance of that happening!
Paula was working up a sweat grinding her
stinking cunt into my face with the kind of vigor that only comes from a woman
scorned. I was so tempted to bite that twat good and hard, but held back out of respect for my genitals
which currently were in the hands of my wife. So I sucked and tongued and
gulped down her fetid offerings while Jill did her best to stay awake and keep
my cock at some semblace of hardness. I don't know what possessed her to start
rubbing the head across her tits and sticking the nipples into my piss hole,
but it worked and I went off without warning. You talk about a hair trigger,
this was it!
My wife was less than enchanted to have
her hand covered with my "slime". Her loud cry of surprise mixed with
unhappiness got her sister's attention as well.
"Don't tell me that
"dildoman" went off unannounced! That just makes my fucking day for
sure. First Don dumps me and now your wimpy husband can't get it hard and then
can't wait once it does get hard. What a day, what a night! Kick that sucker
out of here and let's get back to basics. At least you know what turns me on
and you know how to do it. How can you sleep with this loser and call yourself
a woman?"
However to add insult to injury, I wasn't
allowed to leave "their" bedroom until I had licked every last drop
of my cum from Jill's hand. I stomped off to the living room and settled down
on the couch for more television and then turned in for the night on the very
same couch. It was very quiet for a Saturday morning when I awoke to bright sunshine.
A quick glance at my watch indicated that it was nearly ten, way later than I
usually got up on the weekend. Of course most weekends I was either sleeping
with my wife or awakening to the sounds of the two sisters fooling around in
bed or taking a shower or some such noisy activity. I strained my ears but
there was dead silence in the apartment.
I hit the head and drained my bladder
before going into the kitchen to see what I could rustle up for breakfast.
There was a note waiting for me on the table. The sisters had taken off for the
weekend, destination none of my business, and would be returning late on
Sunday. They intended to see how much they could run up on our credit card, and
had no intention of providing any make-up sex upon their return. I was so
screwed, and worse yet, knew I was.
Making the most of a bad situation was not
my forte. I hung around the apartment and rummaged through the closet to see
what kind of clothing the sisters had taken. I never figured that out, but did
notice that two of the overnight bags was missing. To my surprise the car was
still in its spot under the apartment house. That didn't make too much sense
unless they were flying somewhere or had someone or ones picking them up for a
weeked of fun and games. That bothered me a great deal. Had Don relented and
offered to get Jill a date and show them a good time? That wasn't likely, but
it was a possibility that caused me plenty of worry as the weekend hours
dragged by.
Sunday evening at quarter past nine the buzzer
went off indicating someone wanted to get inside. I called down and got Paula
on the horn. She and Jill were outside, but had lost their keys and needed help
to carry their bags and help Jill get up to the apartment. I nearly broke my
leg running down the stairs to see what the hell was going on.
They both reeked of cheap booze, kind of
surprising since neither could be described as a drinker except on a very few
occasions. Jill was leaning against the wall, her eyes closed, her clothing a
bit disheveled. Paula was teetering back and forth, but seemed to be able to
walk under her own power. I grabbed the bags, and guided the two to the
elevator; there was no way they'd handle the stairs. Neither said a word, just
as well considering their situation and my anxiety.
( To be continued - rolf palsy
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