Sisters' Wimp

                               Sisters' Wimp - Chapter 16

       Describing the indescribable proved to be quite a challenge. The biggest thing I'd had up my ass prior was a doctor's finger or an enema nozzle. Neither was in the same class as Mandy's "little friend."  Trying to combine the sensation this was causing at the same time as my mouth was filled with hard rubber that rather quickly found its way into my throat was out of the question. It was a duel of the tools with yours truly in the middle. My colon was not doing at all well when it came to tolerating Mandy's tool. Worse still I was also trying and failing to cope with Brenda's monster dildo that was being brutally forced into areas where nothing like it had ever been. Dealing with constant pain as well as fear of suffocation proved to be a situation that was beyond the ken for yours truly.

       Brenda soon noticed that my face was pale and my eyes were starting to widen as I struggled for air. Mandy on the other end was holding my hips steady while she bored deeper and deeper into my rectum. It sounds trite, but the pain made me cry, and it was duly noted by Brenda, who gave me another inch of her dildo to swallow. I gagged and spots began exploding across my field of vision. By now Mandy was noticing the sweat that was covering my quivering body, and the muffled whimpers that were somehow escaping from my plugged windpipe. That only spurred the miserable little bitch on to even greater efforts. The nose of her dildo was delving into the unknown regions of my lower intestine, making me feel as if my insides were being scraped raw. Brenda in turn, put some muscle behind her monster weapon and forced another inch down my throat, sealing my windpipe closed. She called out to her fellow tormentor that my eyes looked as if they were going to pop from their sockets any second. Mandy laughed evilly, backed out her tool slightly, took a deep breath and rammed another couple of inches of her dildo between my quivering cheeks. The pain was blinding, but lasted only for the briefest of moments as I passed out.

       Neither of my assailants had the presence of mind to break my fall to the unforgiving tiled floor. It gave one of my knees a terrible bruising as well as bouncing my face off the side of the tub. Fortunately it was a glancing blow and didn't even loosen any of my molars. However the next day there was a lump the size of a walnut on my jaw and my ability to speak, let along eat pussy, was diminished considerably. It was Evelynne who told me later about the reaction of the ladies to what had just transpired. Lauren and the HR bitch were shocked to their toes and their immediate reaction was to fear that serious damage had been caused to my person. If so, there would be hell to pay if I had to be hospitalized. Mandy lost her cool and started acting like the little spoiled child she had become. She made the mistake of trying to place the blame on Brenda and Lauren, and by doing so she sucked up to Ms.Limenke. That proved to be a serious error in judgment as she discovered once they were back at work.

       Brenda did not take kindly to being identified as the one responsible for my accident. A brief catfight ensued and Mandy came out of it rather badly bruised, some handfuls of her hair still in the possession of her opponent, and a very sore pussy, the result of a well placed knee delivered by Brenda towards the end of the rather unequal contest. I was really sorry I hadn't witnessed Mandy's comeuppance; I so would have enjoyed it. Unfortunately instead of Mandy wielding the dildo, the responsibility was turned over to Ms. Limenke and she demonstrated beyond the shadow of a doubt that she was a real bitch in almost any language you wanted to use to describe her.

       As far as I was concerned, moving me from the bathroom into the living room was the best thing that happened, short of giving me my freedom and promising never to bother me again. The chances of that happening in the near future were remote to put it mildly. Mandy was reduced to being a spectator, which really left me having to deal with Brenda and the HR bitch. Lauren didn't seem to have the stomach for what was going on tonight, probably the result of the presence of her roommate and mistress, Brenda. That was something to put away for future reference. Right now however, it was getting through the night's activities with a whole skin, a formidable task. They leaned me over the arm of the sofa and Brenda gave the HR bitch a quick lesson on using the dildo. She proved to be a quick study as well as an evil bitch. Like her predecessor, she had a heavy hand when it came to using the heating ointment. Brenda stood in front and face fucked me mercilessly as she continued her instruction of the HR lady, who was proving to be a natural.

       From the entrance to my asshole to deep in my lower intestine, it felt as if a forest fire was burning. I was crying like a baby and making Brenda laugh at how low they had brought me. It was very obvious that the incident in the bathroom had calmed her considerably. She was making sure that I got lots of air in between the periods when she plugged my windpipe tight. It seemed I was always on the verge of passing out, but she remained one step ahead of me at all times. Ms. Limenke was pouring on the coals and my asshole felt as if it could accommodate the Goodyear blimp without any trouble. When she picked up the pace and really started hammering my defenseless colon, I began begging for mercy, bringing sneers from Brenda and cackling from the HR bitch. Just when I thought I'd pass out and stay that way, Brenda called a halt so they could switch. The thought of that monster dong splitting my asshole open and ruining my rectum, colon and lower intestine frightened me no end, but there was nothing I could do about it except hope that Brenda still remembered what might happen to her if she got carried away.

       My fears were focused on the wrong person. Ms. Limenke was by far the more sadistic of the two based on the way she utilized her dildo. She wasted no time making sure I was occupied with cleaning all the ointment and whatever else had accumulated on the dildo while it was buried in my colon and lower intestine. The fiery ointment killed my taste buds, which was a blessing. That way I could handle just about anything that had attached itself to the smooth length of plastic. While I was engaged in this manner, Brenda took on the task of splitting open my sphincter so she could work on rupturing my insides with her monster tool. It was nip and tuck until the bulbous head of that weapon breached my asshole. I could hear her grunts as she did her damndest to move it into my rectum. Sometimes brute strength is not the answer; this was one of those cases. Try as she would, her efforts met with little success. After over fifteen minutes of trying, she had only wedged another half an inch inside me, and was totally exhausted. When the HR bitch suggested another switch, Brenda accepted quickly, but under her breath she warned me that another meeting would result in blood pouring from what was left of my lower intestines.

       This time they slaughtered me in a manner of speaking. Brenda even went so far as to coat her monster dildo with some of that ointment. The combination of suffocating while my windpipe felt as if it had caught fire was something I never wanted to experience again. I was unable to speak understandably for two days afterward, and only in a very low voice for a few seconds at a time. For this session I was made to lie on my stomach on a large coffee table, my head hanging over one edge. Brenda was seated on a stool close to the table so she had easy access to my propped open mouth. Meanwhile Ms. Limenke straddled me from above and used gravity to assist her as she corn holed me like a pro. Brenda made sure that I was slobbering all over her "hot" stick, which is what she was calling her dildo. During this entire session she controlled me by yanking and twisting my ears until I was certain she was going to rip them from my head.

       Despite my near death experience in the bathroom, Brenda was determined to stretch the envelope as well as my throat, which she kept calling my gullet. Twice I passed out and twice she brought me back for more pain and suffering. The HR bitch just kept ruining my anal passage and rectum with her steady assault. Occasionally I'd catch a glimpse of the other ladies. With the exception of Mandy, who had left the field of battle, the others were shamelessly abusing their bodies. It was interesting to note that Lauren used her left hand, while my champion, Evelynne, was right-handed all the way. I had to admit that I'd love to have Lauren under my thumb for perhaps an entire weekend so I could repay her for her kindness. I wondered just how much dishwater I could make her drink in a sitting; not to mention how big an enema she could absorb and retain without passing out from the pain and shame of it all. I made a mental note that once I got back to my apartment I'd start on my list of things to do to my supervisor the first chance she screwed up and fell into my hands.

       Brenda and Ms. Limenke switched off twice, to break the monotony of making me cry and beg whenever they gave me a chance to catch my breath. Brenda used both opportunities to do her best to collapse my sphincter muscle and go deep. The first time she actually got a couple of inches of that hard rubber tool into my rectum and I thought she'd split me open. My screams were music to her ears, but Evelynne had a fit and threatened to make them leave her house before the cops came. Her partner saved the day by making me swallow half of her dildo, which effectively silenced me enough to satisfy Evelynne, who went back to pleasuring herself. All I could hope for was that she got herself off enough to let me go home without going down on her rancid cunt for any extended length of time. I was doomed to disappointment.

       The second time Brenda went exploring my colon she drew blood. It wasn't a lot and I hardly felt it, but I thought Lauren's eyes were going to pop out of her head as she gasped and pointed with a shaking finger at the thin coating of blood now covering the monster dong. Brenda whooped in triumph and went deep once more. This time it hurt, real bad, and Ms. Limenke was hard pressed to stifle my screams using her dildo that felt as if was tickling my tonsils. When Evelynne Monroe got a peek at the blood, she announced that this evening's session was coming to a close and everyone was told to leave once they were decent. I was ecstatic, for the moment. However one look at my hostess told me there was more ahead of me this night before I could be released and sent home.

       To her credit, my hostess performed some first aid to relieve the bleeding from my asshole. I wasn't thrilled about having a tampon shoved up my ass, especially one coated with an astringent that burned like fury, but it did the job and after a few minutes there was no noticeable pain. She was even considerate enough to inquire if I needed to take a leak, which I didn't. All those enemas and showers must have sucked all the moisture from my body. It was obvious that Evelynne was a bit disappointed; I imagine she wanted to hold my cock while I peed, and perhaps begin to tease me into an erection. Regardless, she marched me to her bedroom so that I could begin "pleasuring" her. I hadn't heard the word used quite like that in the past, but "pleasuring" henceforth would refer to getting this crazy lady off in a big way.

       I quickly noticed the ropes attached to the legs at the foot of the bed. She had been a busy bee this evening and yours truly was going to contribute more honey if she had her way. I was made to lie on my back with my legs spread wide so she could anchor them with the ropes that were in place. Once that was accomplished she took a position so that my mouth could make easy access to her pussy, covered sparsely with clumps of long, graying, pubic hair flecked with dried cum as well as piss. It made for an interesting combination of odors and scents, some verging on the sickening, while others were almost enjoyable to the palate. It soon became apparent that I had lost my sense of pride as well as taste. I was sinking fast as a member of the food chain. How long before I would touch bottom? Just before her warm, wet mouth captured my flaccid cock, she urged me to get busy and clean up her pussy's entrance. I was to make sure to get everything nice and clean before starting to lick her cunt and get my tongue working inside that juicy slot. It was going to be a long evening, that's for sure.

       Some portions of Evelynne's pubic mound smelled like a sewer. While I licked them clean and mentally groaned over the stench, her suctioning mouth seemed to move into another gear, as if to apologize or take my mind off what I was doing to attend to the mess she had created. I took a brief break to suck her clit, just to let her know I was interested in getting her off. She inhaled more than half of my limp cock and gummed it with practiced skill. I hadn't realized until then that her dentures were missing. For some odd reason, her gumming got me going and slowly my prong began to revive. Now she was bobbing her head up and down with an energy that belied her age. I smooched her clit even harder and she started to pound her pussy against my face in response. Perhaps it was the creaking bed sounds that got Mandy's attention, but whatever it was, she made an appearance, wearing only a see-through baby doll. She and her mother had a few words that resulted in a new alliance being formed to drain me of every drop of cum my balls could produce. Now the fat was in the fire.

                                  (To be continued - rolf palsy)