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Sisters' Wimp - Chapter 6
The promised pussy never did materialize.
Paula had to work late at the studio; it was now a studio instead of a spa or a
gymnasium. Jill claimed she had to work overtime, and when she got home all she
wanted to do was take a shower and go to bed. I slept alone and never even
heard Paula's arrival. It was the same excuse the following evening, which had
me thinking about were they up to some hanky-panky. What put me off was the
difference in time that they came home. If they were fooling around they
usually did it as a team, one looking out for the other.
The third evening both arrived back at the
apartment at what passed for their usual hours, Paula a little later than her
sister. I was ready and eager for my delayed pussy, but once again they put me
off, pleading total exhaustion from the overtime each worked so far that week.
When I made a fuss about being strung along by the two, my dear wife told me in
a fit of pique to hit on someone at work if I was that desperate to get laid.
That triggered something that got me in a peck of trouble.
There was this mousy girl at work who gave
every indication that she was ready, eager and able to provide me with exactly
what I needed, some strange pussy. According to a female source at work, she
was an easy lay. However she was fairly circumspect when it came to married men
at the office, which seemed to eliminate me from consideration. Then the same
source tipped me off to the fact that she often appeared at a local meat market
and rarely if ever turned down any sober man who hit on her. I decided that
either my two roomies were going to deliver tomorrow or yours truly was making
a guest appearance at the meat market, looking for love in all the right
places, to paraphrase a popular song.
That night the sisters stonewalled me with
a vengeance, arguing that they had been working their tails off all week and
were in no mood for sex with a whiner. That had become the new ephithet they
used when I pissed them off. I was furious and declared, under my breath of
course, that I was taking some independent action, just as the ladies had
suggested. Tomorrow night I was getting laid, and I wasn't going to have to beg
for it either. As for the sisters, they could do whatever they wanted, after
all, that's exactly what they do anyway.
The end of the work week and the meat
market was packed to the rafters by 6:30. If you didn't have a place by the bar
or were seated with friends, you were like a cork on a wave. I was moored
against the bar with my double bourbon that was outrageously priced, looking
over the faces as they surged past, seeking friends or some kind of connection.
She snuck up behind me and the first thing I felt was her warm breath
whispering in my ear. This was quickly followed by a nudge against the base of
my spine, a signal to give her some room. The next thing I knew we were
practically joined together as the crowd kept us from making anything except
small movements.
Somehow I ordered her a drink, some lady's
concoction that made my double sound cheap. By the time it arrived she had one
of her thin legs wedged between mine and was rubbing her crotch against one of
my upper thighs. It felt rather erotic considering the location we now
commanded. Small talk was about the limit of our conversation once she made
sure I was there for the same reason she was. Half an hour later we managed to
plow through the mob that swirled around us like a school of fish, and escaped
into the parking lot.
Strange as it sounds it was only then that
I took a very close look at young Mandy, the mousy filing clerk who passed by
my desk perhaps a dozen times a day. Up close she was no prize in the looks
department, then neither was I. She was even more painfully thin than I thought.
I found myself wondering if she had any tits at all, and if she shaved her
pussy to make her look even more childlike.
That got my juices flowing for all the
wrong reasons. To be honest I had this thing for girls who just became teens.
Perhaps it was because when I was just beginning to understand that my dick had
another function besides allowing me to drain my bladder, the only teenage
girls who would date me were overweight, flat-chested and had bad complexions. Until this day I still
wonder why Jill ever dated me, let alone why she married me. Then I confessed I
knew the reason all along; she had a wimp who she could cheat on any time she
wanted, and who was afraid to confront her on any important issue.
As we drove over to her place, which turned
out to be a small house, rather than the apartment I had automatically assumed
her to occupy, she occasionally squeezed my thigh and hinted broadly that I'd have a very good
time this evening, and I could stay as long as I wanted. That last remark got
me all hot and bothered and Mandy started looking pretty good, all things
considered. I was going to get laid and as often as I could get it up it
seemed. Tonight was my night to howl like a tom cat.
We entered the house which was well lit, a
sign that someone was inside. The door had hardly been shut when this
wild-looking woman of some hard to define age made an appearance. All she wore
was a frilly white bra, with matched garter belt and high-cut panties. She was thin as a rail with
black hair that looked like it hadn't seen a brush or comb in weeks. What
really got me was her wide staring eyes, almost as if she were on some kind of
drug. Then she spoke and what I heard, floored me.
"Oh Mandy is such a good girl! She
brought Evelynne a cock all for herself. Can he stay the night and give me lots
of good fucking? I so need some good fucking. I haven't had a dick in my tight
cunt for weeks. Please tell me I won't have to share him with you, please,
please, please."
All I could do was gawk as Mandy
disappeared for the moment, leaving me to face this strange creature. Then she
unhooked her bra to reveal a pair of crepe-shaped, drooping tits that looked
like someone had put them through a wringer. Wasting no time she rolled her
panties down her long legs, showing off a hairy muff guarding her cunt mouth.
The hair was unruly and long, but sparse. It almost looked as if it belonged on an old woman. She fiddled with
the garter belt before pulling it free and dropping it into the pile of
underwear at her feet. When she struck an exaggerated pose with her arms up I
got a good look at the hair in her armpits, almost identical to what covered
her pubic mound.
"I showed you mine, now you show me
yours. Do you want to fuck me on the couch or would you rather we do it in my
bedroom? We can watch television here, but there's nothing to do in the bedroom
after we get done fucking, and need a break before we start fucking some
more."
"Where was Mandy? How could she leave
me with this crazy woman?" Those and many other thoughts were racing
through my mind as I contemplated my sure thing. I was in big trouble if this
was my date for the evening. I'd left a packet of condoms in the car's glove
compartment, but even the comfort of my rubber protectors could not eliminate
the concern I had about entering into anything like sex with this deranged
lady. She kept posing and showing me everything she had, which wasn't exactly
appetizing. I was on the verge of bolting from the house when Mandy, wearing a
totally different outfit returned. She looked like a five dollar whore,
especially with the garish makeup she had applied to her pixie-like face. There
was no doubt that she was planning on leaving me to the tender mercies of this
skinny, loonie-tune wraith of a woman.
Mandy gave me a mischievous grin as she
explained that she was returning to the meat market, but was going to use the
family car this time. At least I wouldn't be stranded I thought. Then it struck
me, "the family car". Was this crazy lady her mother? I got my answer
when Mandy casually suggested that if her "mom" got out of hand I was
to give her a sound spanking to calm her down, and not to be fooled by her
crying and yelling, because she loved being spanked. With that she bid me good night
and told me to have fun with her mother, who was a real hot fuck once she got
going. As for herself, she had her eye on a few hunks of beef cake and she'd
probably not return this evening. Then she kissed me on the cheek and pressed a
six pack of ribbed condoms into my hand.
So there I was face to face with Mandy's
mom, who was lost in the process of preparing herself for plenty of hot sex.
One hand was holding her cunt lips apart while she was using her hand to
simultaneously thumb her fat clit and finger fuck her dripping twat. It was an
impressive move and did get my attention. She licked her lips, threw back her
head and pleaded for me to stuff my giant cock into her aching fuck hole. I
swear she must have put me into some kind of a hypnotic trance because I got
out of my clothes in a flash and threw her down on the rug and began dry
humping her as our tongues rallied
furiously.
Evelynne began thrusting her pubic mound
upwards, beating a tattoo against my groin as my cock slowly hardened. I bit
her on the shoulder, drawing blood as she mewled. She reciprocated, nipping my
lip. I responded by backhanding her across the face a number of times, making
her turn her head from side to side in a vain attempt to escape the blows. I
have no idea what made me grab her by the throat with one hand and begin
banging her head against the rug. Meanwhile my other was scratching bloody
furrows in her flat sagging tits. Her eyes grew wide, but had lost their focus.
Flecks of saliva appeared on her purpling lips. Without realizing it, I was
strangling her with just one hand. For a moment I reveled in the power I had
over this mad woman, but reality quickly set in.
The moment I released her throat from my
death grip she took a big gulp of air and in a gasping voice begged me to fuck
her brains out and not to stop until she was out cold. You talk about
weirdness, this was off scale, and getting wilder by the second. Somehow I
dragged her to the couch and draped her over the cushions as she knelt on the
rug. I reached around and stared squeezing her shrunken tits for all I was
worth while I wormed my stiff cock into her cunt with no thought for protecting
myself against STDs, AIDS or herpes, to name a few threats to my well-being or
life. I gave no thought to whether or not I was hurting her. She was just meat
at this point in time, fuck meat for me to use and abuse. I was taking sweet
revenge for all the grief Jill and her evil sister,Paula, had caused me since
they united and turned my life upside down.
I think I set a new world record for the
fastest ejaculation by a wimp fucking a crazy woman on an early Friday evening.
My partner was most unhappy with the shortness of my performance, and made no
bones about it and the fact that I hadn't used protection either. She pushed
herself up and exited the room on the dead run. As for myself, I took a rest
and plotted my next move. I'd acted out of anger and taken it out on a person
who in my humble opinion wasn't playing with a full deck. That was not my
style, at least not until tonight. Did that mean I'd be able to return to my
apartment and turn the tables on those two bitches that had taken over the
place? Unfortunately I already knew the answer to that question, no dice, no
sale, no way. This wimp knew his place.
( To be continued - rolf
palsy )
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