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Sisters' Wimp -Chapter 2
A couple of days later my wife announced happily that Paula had decided to stay here and find a job, if that was alright with me. Since she was in the process of providing some great oral sex, Jill had me at a disadvantage. Paula had been with us almost a month and although our little apartment was a bit cramped at times, we all had gotten used to less personal space. On the other hand this allowed me to enjoy a situation that most men only fantasized about, having two hot, sexy women who loved to suck and fuck, vying for my attention. Well that last part wasn't exactly true, but I was getting more pussy than ninety-five percent of the male population in this country, that was for sure!
Paula returned from a long, unsuccessful day of job hunting, but eager to close the deal with yours truly. This was the first time since her arrival that she treated me with something resembling respect. While Jill made supper, Paula sealed the deal on the living room couch with an outstanding blow job and an iron clad guarantee that after supper her ass was mine for as long as I wanted it. Just my luck to have back to back blowjobs on today of all days. Since it was the middle of the week I doubted that an all-nighter was in the cards, unless I too wanted to be out pounding the pavement for a new job.
Supper was great, one of my favorites, another piece of evidence that the girls had spent some time planning this little deal. While Jill loaded the diswasher, Paula enticed me into taking a shower with her. By the time Jill joined us, Paula had made sure that I knew first hand, or was it finger, that her pussy and asshole were squeaky clean. Jill got busy making sure that my cock was fully erect and ready for action. While she frenched me and slowly jacked my cock to its full size and perhaps a bit more so I thought in my delerium, Paula worked her middle finger up my asshole and gave me a prostate massage that almost brought me off. We hopped out of the shower, toweled off and made a mad dash for the bedroom. Another sign of a well planned campaign was the fresh sheets on the bed and a tube of lube on the bedstand. The ladies had left nothing to chance.
Paula wanted to deliver her asshole immediately, but I was too hot and bothered to take the chance of coming too quickly in that super-tight tunnel of lust she offered. Instead I suggested she plant her pussy on my face and let me eat it until I calmed down. She kidded me about insulting her pussy, claiming that most men who started eating her cunt usually went bananas after tasting her fuck sauce for a few minutes and had to fuck it. Jill stepped in and suggested that they give me a nice tongue bath, making sure not to touch my twitching, throbbing cock or tight balls. Then once I was relaxed enough to take some head from Jill, Paula would let me tongue fuck her asshole and get it nice and loose for my cock. It sounded like a good plan and I laid back and let the two of them start licking my feet and sucking my toes, before slowly moving up to my groin for more serious stimulation.
I got so comfortable I almost fell asleep. Fortunately the ladies were in a good mood and so I was forgiven. Jill even gave me a little head to make sure I was stiff enough to ass fuck her sister. I took Paula in the doggy position, my hands stroking and pulling her tits as my cock slowly entered her hot asshole and began worming its way deeper and deeper as she wiggled her butt from side to side to assist me. When I was in to the hilt she looked back, gave me a grin and told me to give it to her good. That was all I needed to hear; my dick began plowing that tight butthole like there was no tomorrow, as Jill urged me to really give it to her tight-assed sister. I was just getting a nice rhythm established when Paula made some minor adjustments that sent me over the cliff and I started squirting my load almost against my will. Jill realized what was happening and whispered that I'd be back in the saddle before they let me sleep tonight.
The next thing I remember was waking up in the pitch dark and realizing that I was alone in the bed. I could hear the televison in the living room, and with a little concentration I managed to pick up the voices of Jill and Paula. I was curious and so I carefully got up from bed and listened at the door. That turned out to be a big mistake. You talk about having the wind being taken out of your sails. My ship wasn't that lucky, it just sank with all hands on board. My wife and her younger sister were evaluating my performance tonight and it wasn't getting rave reviews by any stretch of the imagination.
"Jill honey, how in the world did you get stuck with this guy? He's got no self control and on a scale of one to ten his cock is maybe a five on a good day. When by the way was his last good day? You know that I love taking it in the ass, ever since Bart got me into that scene. Damn, I sure am pissed off that he went and got himself tied down to that rich bitch. If that doesn't happen he'd be still putting the wood to me and I'd be one happy camper. Your husband doesn't know diddly about what it takes to give a girl like me a nice solid ass-fucking. Now I know why you keep your asshole rationed the way you do, he doesn't have the foggiest about poking a girl from the rear."
"Paula, he's not as bad as you make him out to be. I've been working with him so at least he can give me some good head when the spirit moves him. I nearly busted a gut laughing the first time he ever went down on me. It was pathetic! He didn't know where anything was either. It took me three weeks to train him to the point he at least knew what to lick. You give me another six months and he'll be a top pussy eater, you just wait and see. By then I'll have weaned him off fucking except maybe once or twice during my period, and I know I'm safe. Other than an occasional hand job to keep him in line that's all it will take. You my girl will have trouble getting him to stand still for that as long as you're under his roof and not paying rent and splitting the cost of the food."
I had heard enough for one night. I tip-toed back to bed and turned in, but it was hard getting to sleep knowing that my wife and her sister looked upon me as some kind of doofus when it came to sex. I don't know how late it was before I drifted off, but I did hear the moans and gasps coming from the living room that indicated that the girls were having a good time without me. I nearly overslept that morning and thus had no opportunity to find out if what I heard was just idle chatter or the beginning of a serious revolt in my household.
That evening Paula begged off when I hinted that she owed me something from last night. Her excuse was she was tired from looking for work and wanted to be fresh for tomorrow since she had managed to land an interview for a position. That left my dear wife as my target of opportunity. The minx managed to turn the tables, and so instead of me boffing her and possibly even managing to get into her asshole, she got me to spend the better part of an hour between her thighs licking, kissing and tonguing her pubic mound and the entrance to her cunt, as it dripped that salty fish sauce that she used to gradually turn me into a pussy eating addict. Take my word for it, I never discussed this situation with anyone at work or for that matter anyone period.
Afterwards my wife did fulfill her marital obligations by giving me a quick hand job that splattered my belly and groin with my little wigglers. Then damned if she didn't scoop my seed up in her fingers and feed it to me as she chuckled and called me a cum-eating pussy slut. Then to cap it off she announced she was going to go out to the living room and see if she could get Paula to relax. When she casually mentioned that she'd probably sleep with her sister to make sure she woke up refreshed and ready for her interview, I knew that the end of my life as her equal was nearing. What I heard last night was not just griping, it was a declaration of war on yours truly, and they had me outgunned.
Rather than have an argument with her that I'd surely lose, I grumbled and rolled over as if to go to sleep. She picked up a few things, blew me a kiss and headed for the living room. I waited for perhaps fifteen minutes and then slid from the bed and moving like a burglar reached the door and sat by it to listen to what was going on outside. For a minute or so it was silent and then I heard Paula moan and gasp. Jill hushed her sister and the pair giggled. I heard the hissing of the sheets as the two of them moved into another position. My ears pricked up when I heard the sounds of passionate kissing and groans from my wife. I had to see what was going on, so I took the risk and cracked the door just far enough to get a glimpse into the room. It was depressing to realize that my wife preferred to eat her sister's pussy than to cozy up with her lawful wedded husband.
There was just enough light from the muted television set to allow me to see the two naked figures entwined, head to crotch, their heads bobbing up and down as they munched pussy and tongued twat. For a moment I was tempted to enter the room and confront the ladies, but what could I say? They'd done this plenty of times while I watched and played with my cock as they cavorted for my entertainment. So why should this be any different? I was on a slippery slope that led to humiliation and utter disgrace, and it was my own fault for being greedy and too easy when it came to discussing matters with Jill. I wondered if there was any way to reverse this dangerous trend that had been established between me and my two antagonists.
(To be continued-rolf palsy)
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