Sister's Pimp

                                     Sister's Pimp - Chapter 16

       It started with that phone call and got crazy shortly afterward when I got over to the Bromback residence. Pat had teased her children to the point that they adjourned to their bedroom and started having sex to spite her. Naturally she freaked out and called yours truly. I believe that the twins had been fooling around a long time before their mom took up with us. My guess is those two had been doing the nasty for perhaps a year, maybe longer, and keeping their mother ignorant, which probably was easy considering how neurotic she is. I think they got tired of the charade and busted loose once they saw that she was getting into the sex thing once more.

       I unknowingly played the part of their stooge when I tried to keep the peace and suggested that they all make nice with each other. That's when everybody's hair came down, but I wasn't smart enough to realize what was happening. My guess is the twins decided to teach their mother a lesson she'd remember for a long time to come, or is it "cum". It was pretty apparent that mom was enjoying her captivity and getting off on the sex her children were providing. Maybe the bondage helped a little, but once she got some of her son's hard dick in that tight pussy she threw caution to the wind and got down and really dirty. That's what I was confronted with when I arrived the next day and got a load of what was going down.

       We are going to have some set of problems on our hands to retain that trio of sex maniacs as clients. The children need a peer to start weaning them off their mother's pussy, not to mention her asshole. Will looked like he had just discovered a gold mine while he was ass fucking his dear old mother. I may sound crazy but Loni is one hot teen firecracker, and she may be the drive behind the twins, not Will. Then there is Pat Bromback who probably is having some kind of a breakthrough in facing up to what she really is, not what she wished she were. That's probably where mom or this French babe come in. Naturally I'll be coordinating the entire effort in my capacity as gigolo and my sister's pimp. As for mom she is working strictly as a free lancer and my chief advisor, providing servicing in lieu of money to me.        

       As for what happened at the Klunders between my visits to the Brombacks, well, it's a bit strange. I have the damndest feeling that Tracy has completely fooled her mother when it comes to her life at school. Perhaps it might be wise to enlist the assistance of the school principal to set the woman straight about that tramp, who she thinks is just a misguided child. I for one would be very happy to deep six the two of them. Ruthie still hasn't done too much about her weight problem, and has a weird idea of what I'm supposed to do for her. I'm willing to give Megan one more shot at getting her and that little cock teaser back on the right path, which is to take our advice and be happy they are getting plenty of top notch sex for a reasonable fee.

       This brings me to what we have as clientele and what the future holds in the matter of broadening our appeal. Incest is the name of the game we are playing, and I'm not too comfortable with this as a steady diet. I'd like to see our adult clients taking a more active interest in their appearances and plans for landing some new means of financial support. For his to happen we need to get Dr. Patterson on board as part of the team. I think mom is the conduit to him, although her new friend might  be a viable alternate if I like what I see, and mom seeks other avenues in which to express herself.

       Mom and Megan just sat there and took it all in. As usual I wished I could clone my sister, but that was strictly a pipe dream that kept me going. On the other hand getting into her asshole was high on my list of things to do. Mom brought up the  issue of interviewing Martine and I agreed to meet with the woman, on a one-to-one basis, in order to evaluate her capabilities and judge her interest in joining our little organization in a well defined capacity. However for the rest of today I was going to visit Karen Bross and Pat Carmody to check on their situations. I also had a special sex session with mom high up on my list of things to do today, and I made sure she knew it. Her reply that I had better drink a lot of coffee or tea well before my visit told me she had definitely not forgotten my promise.

       I speculated on why I hadn't heard from Karen Bross since she had been gangbangd by her sons and their friends. It had been well past her usual time to call and invite me to scratch her itch. There were any number of reasons for this oversight, but I freted over the fact that she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the fucking her boys and their friends had been providing. She had been almost reluctant to allow me to pay her a social visit, but relented when I promised that was all it would be since I was in the neighborhood on another appointment. Her lack of curiosity about my other client also made me wary of what was going on at the Bross residence these days.

       I'd deliberately chosen a time when her sons should have been in class, that way there would be no distractions while we chatted. A couple of blocks from her place I was passed from the other direction by a carload of teenage boys. That made me a bit uneasy and I unconsciously accelerated the car even though it would save at best a few seconds. I arrived to discover a battered van parked in the driveway that led to the garage. By now I was on alert; something was going on, that was for sure. I parked out front and walked up to the front door just in time to hear a high pitched squeal issuing from one of the upstairs rooms. It was followed by a round of suppressed laughter, then the sound of a window being shut. Now I knew something was going on for sure.

       Had I been thinking clearly the thought might have crossed my mind that Karen Bross was being burglarized, or worse still being raped. I started to pound on the door and shout her name, but there was no response from within. More pounding and shouting produced the same lack of response. Suddenly there was the sound of an engine turning over and before I could react, the battered van backed out from the driveway and sped off down the block. The side door to the house was open and in a matter of less than a minute I was upstairs looking for Karen Bross. She was not in her bedroom, but instead was occupying a smaller room down by the bathroom.

       My client was bound tightly to the bed, naked with her legs spread wide. Her mouth was stuffed with a pair of her panties and a pillow elevated her pelvis making it fairly easy to screw her in either hole. From the looks of the sheet beneath her crotch there had been lots of traffic based on the large damp spot centered just below her puffy, red cunt mouth. There was also a goodly amount of spent semen oozing from her gaping asshole as well. What convinced me that this was not a friendly gangbang was the bruises and bites on her tits and the cross hatched welts on that perfectly smooth, waxed vulva, probably caused by someone's belt that featured a large buckle ornament. She wouldn't need to be hospitalized, which made me thankful,but she'd not require my personal services for at least two to three weeks.

       Considering her ordeal, Karen Bross was a pretty cool cucumber. Once I pulled her panties from her mouth and she got her jaw back into working order, the first thing she said was that this was a private matter and no police were to be involved. The client is always right, that is my motto. So I untied Karen and helped her get to the bathroom so she could assess the damage and take measures to repair most of it. I kept my distance and was finally asked to stay outside while she took care of some personal business. Even with the door closed I could hear her grunt, gasp and occasionally curse as she went about doctoring her wounds, internal as well as the more obvious ones, making her face and covering her bare body. When she came out wearing a robe with new make-up on her angular features, she appeared none the worse for wear.

       We went down to the living room and she gave me the story from start to finish. It certainly was interesting and called for some kind of response on my part to avoid losing her as a client. Karen had met one of the teachers from her sons' school at a parents-teachers conference. One thing led to another and the teacher, who taught physical education and looked it, asked her out on a date. Karen was flattered and decided to take him up on his offer. That date was disaster, as he moved too quickly, propositioning her halfway through dinner, and when she rejected his far too aggressive way of doing things, he got angry and stormed out of the restaurant leaving her to pay the tab. Karen wrote it off to experience and gave it not much thought afterward. That was her big mistake.

       Her dinner companion was infuriated at her nerve in rejecting him. He was used to having any woman he wanted, and to be turned down by some "skinny skank with no tits and a face made from stone'' was not to be tolerated, his exact words according to her sons who thought the whole thing was funny rather than serious. What happened today was the teacher's way of retaliating. Somehow or the other he discovered that Karen and her sons were having sex at home. He threatened to go to the school principal, Niles Nailer, and spill the beans on them unless they cooperated in what he had planned for their mother.

       His threat was successful and so he went about gaining his revenge using some members of the football team. Unfortunately for Karen, one of them was his source, because he had been involved in her original gangbang, and thus knew what was going on and that she dared not blow the whistle on them if they gangbanged her again. They had come in two waves, the first earlier in the morning and staying for well over an hour, six of them making sure her cunt and asshole were kept filled with hard cock. She was thankful I had interrupted the second wave as they were just warming up to the task of stretching her weakened and very sore channels using a tag-team approach that frightened her no end.

       I asked if there was anything I could do for her, but she waved me off. I did however make an appointment for Karen to have my favorite doctor take a look at her "injuries" and give her a  prescription for the magic pill that would eliminate any concern about an unwanted pregnancy as a result of this little event. Promising to check in on her later today, I made my exit, leaving a sad eyed Karen Bross wondering what was going to happen to her next.

       My next stop was at the home of the ex-Mrs Patricia Carmody, still using her married name three years after her bitter divorce from her husband of twenty-one years. Of all my clientele this woman was without a doubt the sexiest. She was in her early 40s with a flat stomach, flaring hips and a set of all natural D-cup tits that hardly moved when she took off her bra. Pat kept her pussy mound smooth as silk and was a pleasure to go down on. Add to that an appetite for deep throating, and anal in all forms, and you had some idea why I could not believe that her husband was cheating on her with a number of below average women.

       The way she found out was the fall off in his need for sex. Prior to his cheating, they fucked almost every night and sometimes on weekends they acted like two sex crazed teens and would go at it almost constantly until she wore him out with killer blowjobs featuring deep throating that was as good as a pro whore. It helped that a few years after their last child was born, she got her tubes tied as a birthday present for her husband. Their children would often watch them going at it around the house, especially on the weekends. That was what made it so easy for her to switch over to her two boys when she got tired of loser dates.

       Pat was having a very hard time in weaning her two sons from her pussy and asshole, not to mention her deep throating and killer blowjobs. She was still capable of taking both of them at the same time, even when she was securely tied up just to make it more interesting. The reason I was seeing her today was her plans for breaking in her only daughter, Carly. Now that the girl was thirteen and having periods, Pat was trying to decide whether to turn her over to her brothers for sex education, or leave it to a professional such as myself. Today was to be decision time, and I could hardly wait for her choice in this matter.

       Pat ushered me into her nicely furnished home and led me to the den located in the rear of the house. The weather was warm and sunny, a little out of character for this time of year, but I'd take it. It was surprising to hear someone splashing around in the backyard pool since it was a school day and all the children should have been in school. Pat grinned and anounced that she had kept Carly home because she wanted me to get a good look at her, and also have her daughter speak her piece if I was selected to become her sexual mentor. Pat ducked her head out and called to her daughter to get in here and be quick about it.

       I had a hard time handling the sight of this teen goddess. Except for her red bikini bottoms that seemed like a second skin, she was naked. Her tits were spectacular for one so young; they must have been B-cups already and her nipples were so hard they could probably cut diamonds. Carly was sleek as a seal and already showing signs of rounded hips. Mrs. Carmody ordered her to turn around slowly so I could see the rest of her tight body. Those legs I talked about seemed to melt into an apple ass that would be the envy of a teen five years her senior. Topping off this vision of loveliness was a face that was still forming, but already incredibly cute with promise of developing into one of those rare natural beauties we hear so much about, but rarely see. Her golden hair was plastered to her skull, but that just added to the animal magnetism she was already projecting.

       My hostess seemed to be enjoying the dazed look that must be plastered on my face. I'd not seen this young beauty except at a distance,and then she was wearing jeans and a checkered shirt that hid this awesome figure from my eyes. She asked Carly to remove her bottoms and spread her lips to show me what her pussy looked like. I gawked at the display of pink and her equally pink tongue licking nervously across her lips. "Well, what do you think of my daughter? Isn't she good enough to eat? Then realizing she had made a poor joke, Pat laughed and Carly joined in as well. I just sat there and hoped what I was thinking didn't show on my face.

                       ( To be continued - rolf palsy )