Sisters' Wimp

                 

                         Sisters' Wimp - Chapter 7

 

      I was nodding off when Evelynne returned bearing gifts. In one hand she held a tube of lubricant, indicating perhaps that she planned to let me sodomize her, which was a good plan if she wanted to keep me around for the evening and perhaps overnight. In the other was a bigger surprise, a videocassette tape. I acted annoyed with her and that paid dividends immediately. She began to apologize for her outburst, which put her in a subservient position, one that I would take full advantage.

 

      Pointing toward my limp cock and arching my eyebrows suggested she get busy sucking it back to life so we could resume fucking. So far I had deliberately avoided volunteering my name, and meant to keep it that way unless she made me an offer I couldn't refuse. She put the lube and the tape down on the table by the head of the couch and got on her knees. To show her who was boss, I told her I wanted to see what was on the tape she had brought, speculating that it must be porn. She nodded but from the look on her face this was no run of the mill suck and fuck tape.

 

      My flaccid cock disappeared into her warm, wet mouth while the tape began to unwind. It took a minute or so before I realized it was Evelynne on the tape, wearing nothing but a scared look on her face. Two guys wearing masks grabbed and dumped her onto the very couch I was lying on. Then they took turns fucking her face, making her quack like a duck as their dicks went deep down her throat. My cock grew hard quickly as in real time she sucked me greedily, and on the tape she began being strangled by the two thick dicks that were taking turns stretching her throat and making her voice become hoarse and raspy. Evidently I'd hit the jackpot for this evening.

 

      At my request she got up and turned the tape off, since I wanted to fuck her now and not be distracted by watching those two guys working on her as well. The way she slipped the condom on my stiff cock indicated plenty of experience in that category. I wondered how many guys she had fucked in her life, probably at least a couple of hundred was my wild ass guess. She mounted me and guided my dick into her twat that was slick and yet firm.

 

      I started giving it to her as fast as I could, totally disinterested in her feelings on the matter. She was just a big piece of meat to fuck as far as I was concerned. Her eyes were flat and her face set as she tried to get something out of what was happening in her cunt. I reached up and grabbed her dangling tits and tried to twist them off her sunken chest. That got a mild reaction out of her and so I tried yanking them as hard as I could. That  brought tears to her eyes and made me laugh. This was one fucked up cunt and it was a blast to mistreat the hell out of her, because that was what she wanted and needed. Somehow my hunch was correct.

 

      Fucking from the inferior position can be very tiring. At my order she turned around to face away and proceeded to give my cock a nice workout as her ass moved up and down on it.  To keep her  moving at a good pace, I slapped her nearly flat cheeks every so often. That first cum had done the trick for me and it felt as if she could ride me all night and nothing would happen unless I wanted it to happen. It was fun to watch her slow down and finally come to a halt, sweat pouring off her skinny body. Just for the hell of it I made her give me a handjob after she removed the condom. To make it even more interesting, I had her put the used condom, coated with her pussy juice and whatever else rubbed off the walls of her cunt, into her mouth for safe-keeping while she jacked me off.

 

      She alternated her hands to keep one always fresh for jacking my cock while I watched and grinned at her efforts to get me off. Whenever she got me close to giving up my cum, I'd make her stop so I could regroup before letting her have another go at my dick. I had her rub the head of my rigid prong up and down the mouth of her cunt, thrusting it into her twat on occasion, which made her nervous that I'd come inside her unprotected pussy. I tried to estimate her age and guessed perhaps early to mid forties, using Mandy as a benchmark. Her daughter was probably no more than twenty-one or so. I started to wondered if I'd get a shot at her as well as her mom. It would be nice to do them in the same session; perhaps even make them go down on each other while I watched and got hard once more. Concerns about Jill and Paula were fading fast now that I had this living blowup doll to keep me entertained.

 

      She was a gamer, that was for sure. Suddenly my cock began to spurt and cum arced onto my belly and a few drops landed on my lower chest. I grinned at her and arched my eyebrow. That was all it took to make her get busy licking up every drop of that boiling seed of mine. She didn't miss any spots, her tongue went over every square inch from my balls up to my chest. Then she retraced her path and that tongue kept working until my body glistened with her saliva from chest to nuts. Damn this was too good to be true! Now it was time for more of the home video tape starring Evelynne in the flesh.

 

      The rest of the tape was a disappointment for many reasons such as the poor lighting, bad camera angles that hid more than it revealed, and the sound track that hummed and buzzed to the point that I had her turn off the sound. It appeared that she was ass fucked by both men and once they tried and failed at a double penetration. One guy came twice that I could see, while the other one barely dribbled after pounding away on her almost ten minutes. She shyly identified the guy with the dribble glass for a dick as her husband at the time of this tape, being quick to say that he was not the father of her daughter, Mandy. I made a joke that he had made the better choice of the two if Mandy had been available at the time. That's when she started the story of Mandy and her second husband.

 

      It turned out that he had a thing for Mandy, who at the time had just turned fourteen and still looked like a boy and had periods about once every three months. Three months after they were married he started hitting on the teenager. He insisted that she needed plenty of corporal punishment to keep her in line, and decided he was the one to apply it to her in the privacy of the bedroom without any prying eyes, such as her mother's. Since he was an accredited teacher, it was easy for him to get Mandy excused from formal schooling.

 

      Once that was done, her beatings became severe and expanded into other forms of punishment. For years she walked around with cuts, welts, bruises, burns and an occasional fracture covering her nearly naked body. He had decreed that she wear only a pair of white cotton panties that were changed once a week, usually after one of his ferocious whippings that left her body a bleeding mess. She was also raped nightly, usually when he came home from teaching at a private school that paid quite well. While he was away at school, he locked Mandy in her room with only a chamberpot for company. He had Evelynne so terrified that she did nothing to prevent what he was doing  to her daughter.

 

      Evelynne was soon odd woman out when it came to sex. He reserved his fuck energy for the skinny teen who was now being regularly dosed with hormones to prevent her from maturing. The same doctor who treated her injuries from being beaten and tortured also provided the drugs that kept her looking like a young boy. The doctor was also into young stuff and her pussy paid for most of the work he did for her stepfather.

 

      To this day she still has nightmares and flashbacks about the brutal spankings her child received at first, that gradually changed to torture and rape sessions that took place almost every single day. The oddest part of the story was that Mandy suffered no permanent mental problems once he left her mother, although she is unable to conceive, which she says makes her happy because she doesn't have to worry about getting pregnant when he lets somebody fuck her these days. All this talk got me horny again,and my fuck buddy for the night was delighted to witness my erection as it grew firmer by the minute. This was without a doubt the best night of my entire adult life.

 

      My "date" for the evening knew what was coming; she'd be taking it up the ass this time for sure. It bugged her since she hadn't gotten off or even come close so far tonight, and likely there wouldn't be too many more opportunities for some hot fucking based on my performance to date. To make it easier for her to handle, Evelynne suggested she take an enema to loosen up her up before I put it to her. Enemas were definitely not my thing, but it made good sense not to ruin the poor bitch's asshole, since it looked as if she was going to be a reliable alternative to my wife and her sister from now on. So I followed her skinny body into the bathroom and watched her load up a two quart red rubber bag with a warm soapy water. She asked me to do the honors and so there I was, shoving a greased nozzle up her tight bunghole as she grunted and hissed for me not to be so rough.

 

      What can one say about administering an enema? It's a dirty job, but someone has to do it. My new "girlfriend" grunted and wiggled as she got a fill up. Then we stood there frozen as she began to shiver and sweat from the effects of the big load of soapy water as it searched out space to fill. She asked for relief and I denied it, feeling my oats, so to speak. Again she asked, a little more contrite this time. I told her to count to twenty slowly and I'd think about it. She did, and I did, my answer being give me another twenty and then I'll let you take a dump. She moaned and groaned, which just was a waste of time, I was resolute. Gritting her teeth, she gave me another twenty and I yanked the nozzle free and stepped away, heading for the door as she made a mad dash for the toilet.

 

      The noises coming from behind the closed bathroom door indicated that the enema had gone the trick when it came to loosening her bowels. Listening to and remembering how Evelynne looked as her belly expanded from the force of the enema's contents made me fantasize that it was Jill and Paula, both with their hands cuffed behind their backs, taking two gigantic enemas that  made them look like they were in the tenth month of a pregnancy and were carrying triplets. The weird noises issuing from the bathroom tailed off to an occasional splash and some grunting. I cracked the door open, got a whiff of the stench and shut it quickly, hollering to her to flush the damned toilet a few times and open the window to get some fresh air in the place.

 

      Being in command of this poor creature made me a different person, or so it seemed. Evelynne was crushed when I decided that she needed another enema to make sure she'd be able to handle my cock in her ass. So over the tub she went once more and she took another two quarts of water, this time cold. She was lucky I didn't think to get some ice cubes from the fridge to make it really chilly. She grunted and groaned as she filled up a second time.

 

      I checked her buging belly and even rubbed her fat clit for a few seconds just to tease her a little. This time I let her jump around and beg for relief for quite some time. It seemed that the cold water reacted differently than the warm soapy enema. It sucked out plenty of heat from her body's reserves and made her shake and tremble quite a bit more than previously. That's when I remembered about ice cubes and mentally kicked myself. The rest of the process went relatively smoothly and fifteen minutes later I was marching her shivering body toward her bedroom, planning on ass fucking her in more comfortable surroundings.

 

      I had her lie on her stomach and hold her skinny, almost flat  ass cheeks as wide apart as she could. Using one of the condoms as protection for my finger, I squeezed out a good sized dollop of lube, some kind of glide stuff, and pushed my protected finger as deep into her asshole as I could get it. She grunted when my finger wiggled around in hopes of lubing as much of that back fuck channel as was possible. Now all that remained was for Evelynne to suck me off until my dick got hard enough to press past that sphincter muscle guarding her rectum.

 

      She sucked, she licked , she kissed, but my cock refused to respond. Then she tried deep throating it, but that only resulted in her choking and coughing, covering my cock with saliva and whatever else came up from her belly. Then I remembered what Mandy had said about her mother enjoying a good spanking. Maybe that might incentivize her to a better effort at getting me hard. It certainly worked for me. Somehow watching that saggy ass turn colors and start showing bruises got my dick hard in a hurry.

 

      Add to that her sobs and begging for the brutal beating I was giving her, worked like an aphrodisiac on yours truly. The harder I hit her, the harder my dick became. It was so stiff and full of blood that it started to throb and cause me some pain. This would never do, so I stopped paddling her swollen butt and had her assume the position once again. I slipped on a lubed condom and wasted no time planting the flag deep into unknown territory. That tight asshole gave up quickly and her warm insides enveloped my dick and made it feel as if it were in a churn of  fresh butter. I'd never had the pleasure of ass fucking a woman before in my life. This was a major milestone in my sex life, and I enjoyed every minute of it. Evelynne was at my mercy and I did my best to invert her colon.

 

 

                  ( To be continued - rolf palsy )