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Sisters' Wimp - Chapter 5
Half way up to our floor, Jill had a
little accident, losing control of her bladder and pissing her panties. I
watched in a mixture of distaste and dismay as her pee soaked into the
stockings she wore and the stain worked its way down towards her shoes. I
consoled myself with the thought that at least she hadn't puked all over the
elevator floor. Somehow I got the drunken pair down the corridor and into our
apartment without calling any attention to us.
I assisted my wife into the bathroom,
closely followed by her weaving sister, who told me to get out and let her take
care of things. I left them alone and did my best to calm down, a nice big slug
of bourbon helping me along. The shower went on and stayed on for the longest
time. Finally I knocked on the door and when there was no answer I entered to
discover a half naked Paula sleeping it off on the tiled floor.
My wife was out cold in the shower,
sitting against the wall with the water cascading down on her naked body. She
was in such a position that there was no way she would drown. I turned off the
water and decided the best thing to do was to leave this pair of drunks to
sober up on their own. On the way out I couldn't help but notice the condition
of Paula's pussy, swollen and an angry red color, evidence that she'd been
doing the nasty with person or persons unknown. I was afraid to check my wife
for fear that she had the same telltale signs. I was becoming a firm believer
in don't ask, and maybe it will go away.
The next morning I awoke to a silent
apartment. Fearing the worst, I stuck my head into the bathroom but it was
empty. The sisters were in the other room, under the covers, sound asleep.
After a quick shave and shower, I dressed and headed out the door after setting
the alarm to go off in fifteen minutes. Work was the usual pain in the ass, but
at least I didn't have to listen to those two either stonewalling me or lying
about where and what happened over the weekend.
Neither was home when I returned, not too
surprising. Jill rarely beat me home and Paula's hours at the gym, or was it
the spa, were never the same from day to day. Another hour passed and a call to
Jill's work number produced a message stating she was gone for the day. Two bourbons
later I was feeling no pain, and must have fallen asleep in my chair with the
TV on. The next thing I knew I was having this hot sex dream with my favorite
porn starlet, Tina Tighttwat, on her knees, head bobbing up and down as she
sucked my hard cock and juggled my big, tight balls as she hummed away. Without
any warning her grip on my nutsack increased to the point that it started to
hurt.
I awoke to the sound of giggles and
realized that my cock was out of my pants, just a second before it spurted all
over my freshly cleaned trousers. Paula and Jill were convulsed with laughter
at what they had caused. I for one was both humiliated and annoyed at what they
had done. Paula took no prisoners, telling me that I was some kind of a pervert
who could cum in his pants when he had a chance to fuck not one but two hot
pieces of ass who were just about to wake him up. I was mortified. They sure
knew how to throw me off the track; being so busy cleaning myself up that I
forgot to ask where they had been for all this time.
They made me wait while they jumped into
the shower and took their time cleaning up while I tried to get the cum stains
out of my trousers. To make it worse they both came out stark naked and
informed me that they were going to bed unsatisfied because someone they knew
couldn't control his urges. Later as I slipped between the covers of my empty
bed, I could hear them giggling and the bedsprings creaking as they no doubt
were having some girl-girl sex. I was even too tired by now to get myself off
by hand, especially after what had happened less than an hour ago.
They were still in bed when I awoke and
prepared for another day of being brutalized by my new female superviser, a
recent graduate of a very prestigious university who was obviously being
groomed for bigger and better things. She was in her early twenties, dressed
smartly and had a very good figure, even evident in spite of the business suits
she favored. Yesterday I had spent half my day in her office explaining my job
and how it meshed with the department she was now overseeing. Late that
afternoon, just before closing time, she had finally removed her jacket. She
was packing a set of major league tits,
that was for sure.
As I took my leave, she commented that
perhaps if I spent more time after hours working on improving my job
description and devising ways to improve my value to the organzation, things
would go better for me. For some strange reason all I could think of was
tearing off her clothes and nailing her on top of her big desk after hours,
rather than burden myself with the nonsense she was spouting. This really
bugged me to be reacting this way when I remembered that I had two hot pieces
of ass living with me. Then reality reared its ugly head and I also realized
that the amount of pussy I was getting from the sisters was falling off
rapidly.
Arriving home I found a message from Jill
on the answering machine. She and Paula had decided to do some shopping after
work and I was on my own. They'd probably be home sometime after ten, and in no
mood for any fooling around, so I raided the fridge and discovered nothing to
eat. What else was new? I ordered some take-out and once it arrived, I hunkered
down in front of the tube and watched the news and some sports before calling
it a day. That new boss of mine, Ms Lauren Manning, was wearing me out. Just
before I fell asleep I wondered what she looked like naked.
The following evening the sisters took
some pity on me and suggested that tomorrow evening we meet in my room for
a round of fucking and sucking. I was so
happy at the prospect of getting some pussy that I overlooked the remark about
"my room". I planned to have words with my wife about that at another
time. That night I had a sex dream about my new boss and it was choice.
We were at the office after everyone had
gone home. One thing led to another and Ms. Manning stripped down to her undies
and asked me what I thought of her body. All I could do was stare at her big
tits filling that half cup bra to capacity and beyond, and her bikini panties
that featured a sheer crotch showing her bald pussy with its fat cunt lips and
a clit the size of a walnut and still growing. After she stepped out of her
heels I realized she was perhaps five feet even, no where near what I thought
her to be when she was clad in one of her business suits.
Her eyes grew wide when I pulled off my
clothing and she got a look at my equipment. I let her take it all in, watching
her pink tongue licking her lips in anticipation, and the way her tits were
heaving in that bra. I surprised myself by saying that without her suit of
armor she looked like just a little girl, a well put together little girl,
nothing more. She seemed to cower at my words and I advanced and she started to
tremble while she fumbled with her bra and finally opened it to free those
melons from its confines. Lauren cupped those beauties and presented them for
my inspection.
While I sucked those big bags of fat and
made the nipples stiff as glass, Lauren managed to wiggle out of her bikinis
and whispered that she was so wet it hurt. Then her hands wrapped around my
massive pole and began a two-handed stroking that made my monster cock grow
even larger. I sank my teeth into those firm tits and bit down hard, bringing a
wimper of lust from her. She began chanting "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck
me...", all the while giving me a terrific hand job that had me ready and
eager to screw her senseless.
I backed her against the desk and pushed
her onto it, dislodging most of the stuff covering it. Her legs opened wide and
I could see the pussy cream beginning to ooze
from between her fat, crimson cunt lips. She was hot and begging for my
huge cock to hose down the fire that was burning deep inside her spasming cunt.
I climbed onto the desk and straddled her body, my cock only inches from her
pouty mouth. I didn't have to tell her what to do, she moved her head forward
and began cramming as much of that man meat as she could into her hot, wet
mouth, her tongue flickering like a snake as she worked to get more and more
inside her.
By arching my back, I managed to stab my
cock past her teeth and down her throat, cutting off her air and making the
muscles of her gullet convulse as she tried to handle the big intruder. I knew
that I could actually suffocate her in this position and there was little she
could do about it. The feeling of power was overwhelming. She took on the look
of a gaffed fish, eyes bulging, face turning blue, her nostrils flaring but
unable to drag any air into her burning lungs. Ms Lauren Manning was totally
under my control, at my mercy, so to speak. I decided to fuck her first before
deciding her fate. Withdrawing my cock from her throat was slow going, it was
wedged that far down. At last with a loud, wet, popping sound my cock was free
and my sex partner was able to draw breath once more.
The loss of air had made her disoriented
and it was no problem to spread her fat cunt lips with my fingers and slam my
mighty tool deep into her guts, bringing a gasp of pain mixed with sexual
excitement from my naked prey. I was merciless, pounding away inside her tight
tube of cunt flesh, enjoying the sensation of that wet, warm meat of hers
wrapping itself around my cock as it tunneled deeper and deeper with every blow
I delivered with the club jutting from my groin. I was fascinated by the way
her big tits bounced in rhythm with every blow I delivered to her roiling guts.
Her body was being moved across the big desk by the brutal punishment I was
dealing out to her.Her head disappeared over the edge of the desk and I found
myself staring at those big, hard nippled tits shaking and quivering to the
terrible tempo my battering was dealing to her insides.
I took a break, rocking back on my heels
but keeping about half my rigid tool securely buried in her tight twat that was
literally frothing at the mouth. She was covered wth goose bumps and sweat,
strong evidence that at least part of her was really turned on by the way I was
fucking her. I slapped her on the belly, now flat from the way her naked body
was bent backwards over the desk. Lauren groaned and hissed for me to put the
wood to her even harder! It was what she wanted; it was what she needed. That
was one thing I was sure of based on all the physical signs radiating from her
bare body. I took a deep breath and went back to seeing just how hard I could
fuck this snobby young woman with the great body.
I'll say this for Ms Manning, that body
was made for heavy duty fucking and so I really put the blocks to her. I
grabbed two hands worth of tit meat and used that for leverage as I blasted
away at that tight fuckbox. Now I was going in to the hilt and meeting
resistance from her cervix. The head of my dick was pounding away at the
barrier and tilting it with every blow. I laughed to myself realizing that if I
tilted it enough, she wouldn't have to worry about getting knocked up until
someone put it back into its proper position. I'll bet that would feel pretty
nasty once the anesthetic wore off. The thought of that just made me shift into
a higher gear and now she was gasping for breath from the brutal beating her
insides were taking.
All
good things must come to an end and so it was with this great fucking I was
delivering. I tightened my grip on her goose bumped tits and red lined my
thrusting. It felt as if I was turning her entire cunt inside out now. The
mucous membrane of her cunt seemed to have glued itself to my cock and it was
being pulled back and forth in concert with the super fast strokes she was
getting. I could see her throat convulsing as she struggled for air. I was
pounding her so hard and so fast that she was unable to draw breath, especially
with her head hanging over the side of the desk.
I wondered if she'd pass out before I popped
my nuts. It was almost a tie, but my cock began to firehose an avalanche of
thick cum against the walls of her quivering cunt. I yanked my twitching cock
free of that warm, wet prison and coated her belly and then those massive tits
with a thick coating of hot nut butter. Then I woke up with fresh warm cum
coating my heaving belly. As ejaculations went, this was a major load. What a
wet dream that was!
( To be continued - rolf palsy )
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