Sisters' Wimp

                                Sisters' Wimp - Chapter 17

       Evelynne, who I decided was a lot older than in her mid-forties, and her offspring, came up with the ground rules for my latest humiliation. Mandy was still smarting from the beating she had taken from Brenda, and decided it was mostly my fault. Her mother was too busy inhaling my limp dick to argue the matter. Without so much as a by your leave, Mandy settled her pussy onto my face and ground it up and down my face as her mom continued to suck and gum my slowly hardening joint. I was amazed at my ability to regain any feeling in my cock, but this old woman seemed to be able to raise it from the dead. If she didn't charge so much for her services I'd probably make a long-term arrangement with her provided I didn't have to deal with her neurotic daughter.

       When that skinny, old, bag of bones began to deep throat my half-hard joint, swallowing it to the root and managing to get some of her tongue onto my shrunken balls, it galvanized Mandy. Now I was presented with the girl's asshole and the smell indicated that she hadn't been as fastidious as I hoped. At this stage of the game it didn't matter a great deal, so I began probing that tight entryway with the tip of my tongue while Evelynne expelled my saliva coated cock from her mouth with a loud liquid pop. Damn! That old bag of bones could really deep throat a cock. I kept busy making sure that Mandy was satisfied with my tongue action on her butthole. Then I got a reminder from her mother that I was also expected to pay mom plenty of attention as well.

       I began to get the best gum job any man had ever experienced. That old lady started at the top of my cock and gummed every inch down to the base. Then she turned it into a round trip, returning to the head of my cock for a nice sloppy tongue bath. I regretted not being able to witness the way her tongue swirled and curled around my hardening prick. After a couple more round trips and plenty of slobbering, my cock was on the verge of being operational and Evelynne was getting very excited about the prospect that her old pussy would soon be handling a stiff piece of man meat. I guess Mandy was getting jealous because she tried to suffocate me in the cleft of her surprisingly broad ass. I heard the sound of a slap and realized that her mother had noticed what Mandy was doing. The girl flipped over and presented me with her pussy to suck and lick. I did my best despite her mother's efforts to get my full attention. This was turning into a lose-lose proposition for me. It didn't matter what I did, there was always one of them that was not happy. Finally Evelynne got fed up with her daughter's efforts to queer her deal, and banished the girl from her bedroom. To celebrate this victory she stuck her tongue down my throat while she jacked my semi hard cock until it was stiff and ready to work on that old snapper that lurked between her shrunken thighs.

       It was hard to believe that the sight of that old lady's wrinkled, graying snatch swallowing every inch of my stiff cock could turn me on, but it did. After all the rough handling I had endured this evening, just fucking her worn-out, wet cunt felt like a walk in the park. Up and down she moved, her hungry twat making my dick disappear and then reappear. She would clench her pussy muscles once I was all the way inside, and make funny little sounds. She changed her rhythm every few minutes, going fast, then slow and even slower, barely moving that old snapper as my cock glided in and out of that sodden swamp. For an old woman she sure was wet. I found myself looking forward to lapping up all that pussy juice once she finished the ride.

       Another part of me was questioning my sanity. How in the world could a skinny woman in her late fifties or even older, with a wrinkled body that had no outstanding features sexually excite someone like myself? The more I thought about it, the more worried I became. Had those two female demons that shared my apartment already turned me into a gutless wimp or something worse? Then Evelynne did a little move with her pussy, leaned forward with a demented grin plastered all over her wrinkled face and fed me what seemed like a yard of wiggling tongue that made my hard dick turn into a bar of steel. My response to her overture made my worst fears come true; I was totally pussy whipped by a woman almost old enough to be my grandmother!

       Evelynne celebrated her triumph by doing her imitation of a pogo stick on my stiff cock. Up and down she bounced and bounced and bounced some more. All I could do was hope that her aim was true. The thought of her landing awkwardly and injuring my cock made me nervous. To my amazement she began singing in a hoarse, almost cracked voice as she fucked me to a frazzle. I started to match my thrusts to her bounces, bringing gasps and grunts from my elderly sex partner. It felt as if my cock could stay hard for as long as it took to satisfy Mandy's mother. As it turned out, I wore Evelynne down just by staying erect and doing as little as possible to keep her well fucked and happy. With time her bounces lost some height, which made me more comfortable, and then their frequency declined as well. Evelynne Monroe finally collapsed onto my sweaty body and lay there panting and trying to regain her breath. To make my victory obvious, I thrusted upwards half a dozen times and she grunted than moaned before rolling off to escape the pounding her less than robust body was getting.

       Mandy's mom took her revenge once she recovered from the exertion associated with having sex with me. I hadn't ejaculated yet, but that didn't bother me too much. I knew that sooner or later Evelynne would want more of my hard dick, so there was nothing to worry about on that score. As we both rested, I thought about where and what Jill and Paula were doing. I was positive they both were screwing other guys as they usually did when they were "working". Somehow that didn't bother me as much as it should. I wondered if that was because I already had become so much of a wimp, that anything they did, as long as it didn't directly harm me, was fine and dandy. However there was still some semblance of a real man lurking deep within my psyche despite all the damage that had been done to it to date. Any further thoughts on this particular subject were brushed aside as Evelynne decided she would like to get into a more comfortable position and let my tongue get her in the mood for more hot sex. Soon her dripping fuck box was glued to my mouth and she was busily swallowing most of my rigid cock.

       Damned if she didn't have some new trick to try out on yours truly. This woman was amazing, all things considered. For a time I had forgotten about her early career doing porn. Obviously that had been her training ground. Now she had an opportunity to use all the tricks of the trade she had learned over the years, and I was the lucky beneficiary. She swallowed my dick like she was a python, only unlike the snake; she regurgitated my cock along with a ton of saliva. I'll never forget the way her throat convulsed just before she upchucked my dick. That was a sensation that I'd never forget. Just to make sure I'd remember, Evelynne proceeded to do her python act not once but twice more. My dick felt like it was a tuning fork that had just been sounded by someone with a very heavy hand.

       The wrinkled sex addict was no slouch when it came to keeping me hard and ready. First she jacked my cock for about two or three minutes at a nice steady pace. Then she teased it by inserting it halfway into her dripping cunt and moving her hips from side to side, giving me a taste of what awaited when she decided it was time for me to get off. More jacking followed and then down her throat my dick went for a little reminder of her capability. Evelynne grinned afterwards and presented her sweaty armpits for my tongue's attention. I kissed them. I licked them. I sucked them. Then I sucked them, licked them and kissed them. Next she wanted me to deliver the same treatment to the insides of her shrunken thighs. This time she wanted me to leave a trail of hickies behind as I sucked her wrinkled skin until she told me to go on. I lost track of just how long I spent covering her flesh with imprints of my mouth, but at last she decided that she needed some hard cock and plenty of it.

       Naturally Evelynne was not one to waste any energy when she had a stud available to do most of the work while she enjoyed the results. She sucked my cock for a few minutes until it was twitching. Then she slobbered all over the head and licked the saliva off before mounting me in the cowgirl position. By looking down, she could see my rigid fuck stick disappearing inside her soaking wet pussy. Once it was completely enveloped by her cunt flesh, she leaned forward and fed me some hot tongue to make sure I was properly excited by her presence. Evelynne moved back into a sitting position and ordered me to start fucking and not to stop until she got off. I got busy in one big hurry and off to the races we went at a good pace. She dug her knobby knees into my sides and rode me like a horse. I concentrated on giving her just enough to be satisfied, but not too much so I might go off too early and spoil the mood.

       The time went by as I thrusted and she moaned. On occasion she'd shift her body slightly to one side or the other to make sure my dick was doing the job especially on those special hot spots that only she knew from her countless experiences. She leaned over and gave me some tongue and tweaked my nipples until they were rock hard. They she nipped my lips and sucked my tongue until I groaned. Then she picked up the pace and it seemed like we were in the home stretch and moving away from the rest of the field. Now she was pounding her pussy up and down my stiff cock and making all sorts of weird sounds. I got into the spirit and started giving her all I had, which was considerable. She moaned, groaned, gasped and wheezed, but those hips never stopped swiveling and that pussy matched my moves stroke for stroke.

       I felt my balls beginning to tighten, a sure sign that a major delivery of hot sperm was in the offing. She must have sensed it as well because Evelynne stuck her tongue down my throat and dug her nails into my chest, while those hips rotated and shifted to match my movements. Then her cunt convulsed and it felt as if my dick was caught in a vise. I blew my nuts like a volcano going off and spewed my cum all over the insides of her churning cunt. It was epic and hard to believe that some old bag could have generated this reaction from yours truly. Maybe Evelynne wasn't the ancient lady I thought she was, if this was the result when she put her mind to it.

       My sex partner was still in the throes of recovery. Evidently she had blasted off for parts unknown perhaps a few milliseconds before I spurted. You talk about perfect timing, this was perhaps as good as it would ever get. I just hoped she wasn't interested in an encore performance, since I was beat and ready for some shut-eye. Unfortunately Mandy's mother wasn't finished with me quite yet. She uncoupled her loins from my crotch, and then replanted her pussy so it was pressed against my mouth. I knew what she expected before she gave the order. My tongue was already worming its way up into her cum soaked cunt before she had a chance to direct me to where I was. She was silent but made sure her pussy was pressed tightly against my mouth and I was sucking as much of my cum from her well fucked twat as was humanly possible.

       She instructed me on the protocol of cum disposal. First I had to collect as much as my mouth could hold. Then she would move her pussy so I could transfer my offering to her mouth. There she would swish it around and add her saliva to it before returning the mixture for proper disposal. It took three transfers for me to finish the task. By then my cock was at half-mast, but fortunately she seemed satisfied for the moment. She hopped from the bed and padded off to freshen up, leaving me to marinate in my own sweat and realize that my bladder was full and in need of relief. I began to wonder just what I would have to do to allow that to occur.

       My back teeth were floating by the time Evelynne returned from wherever she had been. She was still naked and carrying a bottle partially filled with what looked like piss, her piss I guessed. It suddenly dawned that there was some kind of a trade about to happen and it boded no good for me. However before she got around to breaking the news, she had another few tidbits to provide, none of them designed to make me feel much better. It seems she had made a few phone calls. The first was to my wife, Jill, who naturally was not home; evidently neither was her sister, Paula. That hadn't stopped Evelynne from leaving a message telling Jill that I was with her and would likely be there until quite late on Sunday. She also mentioned that I had no clothing, since my supervisor had taken them with her when she left earlier this evening. At that point my goose was cooked, but it got worse.

       My fuck buddy had also called two of her dear friends to invite them to visit over the weekend and enjoy her new stud who had a great tongue, but only an average sized cock. Nancy, a friend from the good old days when they both did porn for a living, was staying with another, much younger companion in a nearby city and was delighted to accept her invitation, promising to bring her friend along with her. According to Nancy, her young friend was a dyed in the wool lesbian who had no use for members of the inferior male race. Evelynne thought that would make for an exciting time for all concerned, including yours truly. She was also fortunate enough to reach another confidant who was having a difficult time connecting with the right kind of men these days. The prospect of having a man at her disposal for as long as twenty-four hours plus excited her tremendously. I winced when she casually mentioned that the last time she'd seen her, Miriam was turning tricks at a local brothel to make ends meet in more ways than one. On the brighter side, she had great tits, even though they were surgically enhanced, and used to have an extremely tight pussy that was her main moneymaker. Now what made her popular was her talent for ass fucking, something she mastered when she was in her early twenties and after thirty plus years she still leaned toward that form of sexual expression.

       All this news had put my full bladder on the back burner, but now it was center stage once more and Evelynne could sense it. That is when she made me an offer I dare not refuse. If I drank the contents of the bottle, she'd allow me to replace its contents with whatever was distending my bladder. I sighed and nodded my head. My dear friend rewarded me with a sloppy kiss and half a yard of tongue before offering me the bottle to empty. Before I even tasted her piss, I got a whiff of its smell and that nearly made me retch. When Evelynne turned her head and laughed about the smell emanating from the bottle, I knew I was in deep yogurt. She did show me some mercy by pinching my nostrils shut to eliminate the smell. Then I proceeded to swallow the contents of that bottle without taking a break for air. My old fuck buddy was impressed and rewarded me with another kiss on my piss soaked lips. Then she held the bottle and watched my stream of nitrogenous waste fill the bottle to well above her original level. I blanched when she mentioned that Nancy and Miriam were both into water sports, especially giving and receiving golden showers. To say that I was screwed would have been an understatement.

                               (To be continued - rolf palsy)