Sister's Pimp

       I grew up in a very loving family that also practiced corporal

punishment as a means of instilling discipline in both myself and my younger

sister. Counter balancing this was my parents firm belief in sexual freedom. My

gorgeous, well-built mom never wore more than her underwear around the house and

most of the time she went braless. It didn't take her long to notice my

erections and so one afternoon she escorted me into her bedroom, took off her

panties and began my lessons in sex education. I came four times before she let

me return to whatever I was doing. That evening when dad got home, he escorted

me into the bedroom and gave me a sound thrashing with his belt for daring to

have sex with his wife without asking his permission. Later that evening mom

suggested I ask dad if it was all right if I slept with mom tonight. He smiled

when he heard my request, and agreed on one condition, that he and I would share

mom. That was a great night because I got to put my cock into her asshole once

and she even gave me a blowjob while dad was porking her asshole.

       I was around twelve or thirteen by the time mom and dad started to get

serious about my sex education. By the time I was fifteen, I was a certified

stud according to my mom  and all her friends, and there were plenty of them. I

was on a schedule that would have worn out the most dedicated cocksman, but when

you're fifteen and know what I knew, it was a challenge, but not one that I

couldn't and didn't handle. Mom got me all to herself two nights a week, which

was fine by dad who needed the time for his other bedmates such as the two at

work and the one he met on the Internet. All three were a lot younger than mom,

the one from the Internet was only sixteen. By now mom was beginning to lie

about her age and touching up her hair. Don't get me wrong, for a woman of

thirty-six she was still a stone fox and all my buddies would have given their

left testicles to get a crack at her.

       I got one night off to myself, which meant perhaps I might score two or

three different teenage pussies before calling it a night and heading home for

the comfort and security of my own bed. The other four evenings were reserved

for the lucky women who won mom's weekly bridge game prizes which were an

evening with yours truly. The big prize however was an entire weekend day with

me that went from six to six and could and often did include friends of the

winner. You talk about your reverse gangbangs, I was a veteran of them in those

days.

       While all this was going on over the next three years, my little sister,

Megan, was beginning to fill out and had long ago gotten dad's attention in a

big way. He had this plan to turn her into a super whore capable of making

enough money to allow him to retire from his rather hum drum job and devote his

energies to developing a corps of super whores that would make him rich enough

to retire and move to somewhere in Asia where it was fine to have preteen girls

occupying his bed every night. Mom wasn't exactly thrilled by that part of his

dream, but she went along with his fantasy since she knew what he planned would

never be because of the mousy personality Megan had.

       By the time I headed off to college, dad was working Megan to the bone,

and it wasn't just his bone that was working on her tight young body either. She

had just turned thirteen and he decided it was time to take off the kid gloves

and get down and dirty with his offspring. I remember going out the door for the

last time, on my way to college, and looking back to the scene that was taking

place in the living room. Mom was stark naked and seated comfortably in one of

the big easy chairs with her legs propped wide and hanging over the arms. Megan

was standing in front of the chair, naked as a jaybird, her back, ass and legs

covered with welts and cuts in various stages of healing. She was bent at the

waist, her face buried between mom's thighs as she ate her out. Mom for her

part, was guiding her daughter to all the right spots, while dad laid the

leather to her swollen ass, going back and forth like a machine as he screamed

at her that she wasn't worth his time, and would never amount to a hill of

beans. Mom glanced up and caught my eye. Then she gave me a big smile and waved

goodbye.

       I took things kind of serious at college, managing to juggle my course

work along with working as a gigolo, making unmarried ladies on the wrong side

of forty, and a few cheating wives very happy for a fee that I considered quite

reasonable. I also managed to hunt down some truly outstanding college cunt that

I fucked just for the sport of it. This was a happy hunting ground for a stud

like myself, loaded with prime pussy very happy to give itself up to a seasoned

pro. During summer break I stayed around the college and enjoyed the weather and

the clientele that I'd developed during the school term.

       Twice I went on short cruises with shall we say, mature companions, and

once a very wealthy and senior customer took me with her to the sun coast of

Spain. There I enjoyed the sun, fucked some teenage sightseers, slathered my

companion's naked body with olive oil and licked it, along with her

perspiration, from her bare body. For her it was front and then back side, with

long stops at some of the juicier spots as she lay under the blazing sun.  In

the evening, after a fine meal featuring the best of the local wines, we'd

adjourn to the bedroom where I'd fuck her compliant body to a frazzle. For a

woman her age, she could give almost as good as she was getting. When it came to

blowjobs she was in the professional class, but like a true gentleman, I never

inquired as to where she developed such skills.

       During that summer I called home a few times.Mom said that dad was very

unhappy with Megan's progress and was threatening to go to even more stringent

discipline in hopes that she would properly respond. She sent me some pictures

of my young sister to illustrate what was happening to her. Poor Megan was down

to skin and bones plus a huge rack that was caused by having bee venom shot into

her through the nipples as a form of punishment as well as a way to give her big

tits. She was also taking monster enemas of all sorts of ugly mixtures that dad

was getting from one of his new girlfriends, a nurse, who was heavy into water

sports. Perhaps the scariest shot showed her tongue with three big studs, all in

a row, drilled through its center. Mom said that Megan had been reduced to

mumbling once these had been installed. Dad was forcing the issue of Megan

turning pro as a prostitute by advertizing her availability through the

Internet. The last time I talked to mom she said that Megan was handling two or

three customers a day while working at home, and dad was trying to make some

extra money by selling photographs of her being fucked by her various "dates".

       It was less than a week after I got those pictures of my sister, that

mom called with the news that dad had died of an apparent heart attack. I got

home in time for the funeral and to learn that mom effectively had no source of

income thanks to dad's wild schemes to turn my little sister into a big money

making whore. Mom had also begun to pack on the pounds, probably out of

frustration with dad, who wasn't performing in the sack except on very rare

occasions. Even then, mom had to do most of the work. The last time they'd done

anything was a week before he died.

       He hadn't touched mom for over a month and she was getting desperate fr

some cock. She tried walking around the house in just a pair of panties, showing

off her big tits that dad used to love to fondle and kiss whenever they were in

the sack. When that failed, she tried seducing him when he came to bed, but he

would fend her off and claim he was too tired for sex, blaming it on his new

business of pimping his daughter. Finally  she gave him an ultimatum, either

have sex with her, or she was going to file for divorce. He agreed to take care

of her that night. Mom waited for him to come to bed, naked as a jaybird,

freshly showered and douched, since she wanted him to go down on her before

screwing her. You can imagine her shock when dad arrived with Megan in tow, and

declared that tonight he wanted a threesome. Mom was furious,but decided that

getting some cock was a lot more important than complaining about her daughter

stealing some of the action.

       Mom was amazed at just how thin Megan had gotten; except for those big

swollen tits, the rest of her was just skin and bones. Dad told her and Megan to

get busy sucking his dick to get him hard so he could fuck mom. It took them

nearly a half hour of steady sucking and plenty of hand action as well to

finally get his cock stiff enough for her to mount him and start grinding away.

While she worked on his dick with her pussy, he was sucking Megan's big tits.

She fucked him until she was exhausted, but he didn't even get close to coming.

Mom put Megan to work sucking dad's dick to keep it halfway hard. After some

time, dad told mom to start jacking his cock off into Megan's mouth. She did as

he asked and after maybe fifteen minutes, he suddenly stiffened and shot a very

weak load of watery cum into his daughter's mouth. Megan swallowed it greedily,

since she was on a starvation diet at the time and anything was better than

nothing.

       Minutes later dad was sound asleep, leaving a very sexually frustrated

woman, completely unsatisfied. Mom then confessed that she put Megan to work

eating her pussy until she finally got off. Still angry about the whole

situation, mom put Megan over her knee and gave that flat ass a sound spanking

that failed to arouse her sleeping husband. That was the last time they had

anything that could be remotely described as sex. I realized that mom was

expecting me, as the man of the house, to start taking care of her sexual needs

starting immediately. I was none too thrilled about the prospect of fucking for

free a woman on the wrong side of forty who was getting sloppy fat, even if it

was my mom and we used to do it pretty regularly.

       When I told mom that she had to lose some weight or no cock, she started

blubbering and begging me to do her, saying that it was my duty to give her some

cock after all the time she had done without. We worked out a compromise. I

agreed to fuck her two evenings a week, provided she let me ass fuck her at

least once a session, and started to lose weight. I explained that from now on,

I had to devote most of my time to getting Megan straightened out and doing her

part to bring in some money to keep us all going. I was going to do my part by

developing some clients who would pay for my services. I ordered mom to start

talking me up among her friends, most of whom I'd nailed regularly before I went

away to college.

       Megan proved to be very difficult to handle. Dad had used more stick

than carrot to get her to do the things that she did, and she didn't think that

I should be able to boss her around the same way. Well, I had to cure her of

that attitude almost immediately. I decided to kill two birds with one stone. I

told mom to make herself presentable and meet me in her bedroom in half an hour.

I also warned her that if she didn't follow my orders when I joined her, she'd

be using her vibrator exclusively for the next month. Then I went and found

Megan who was in the process of blowing off her only customer for the day.

       I cracked her across the head and tied her hands behind her back while

she struggled and cursed me. She was so wasted that it was easy to take control

of her. Meanwhile the customer was watching with a nervous look on his face. I

looked over to him and anounced that tonight's fuck was on the house and if he

brought a friend the next time he visited, his fuck would be free then as well.

His face lit up and I let him take over. "If she gives you any shit, smack her

around until she stops. If she doesn't stop, holler for me and I'll take care of

this little skank but good!"  Then I added that I was throwing in an extra hour

with Megan tonight for being a good sport. His eyes lit up and a big grin broke

out across his face. My sister started to realize that I was going to be just as

bad as dad, maybe worse. She was so right.

                               Sister's Pimp

                                                                               by

                                Rolf Palsy

                                Chapter 2

       My mother's idea of presentable did not measure up to my expectations. I entered the bedroom to see her spread out, stark naked in all her flabby glory. Worse still she was diddling her fat lipped, hairy cunt with a bullet vibrator, running the tip up and down her slot which was nearly hidden by the wild growth of pubic hair, some of which was showing traces of gray in it, despite the fact that she was just a few years past forty.  As I approached her, I took a deep breath and detected a mixture of sweat, pussy slime and an overwhelming odor of unwashed flesh, tinged with the acrid scent of dried piss now being brought back to life by her body's heat. My first reaction was to knock the snot out of this flabby, stinking hunk of unwashed and unwanted cunt. Then I remembered that what I was seeing and smelling was the result of many years of neglect on the part of my deceased father, curse his black heart for leaving me to clean up his mess.

       The one who had borne and nurtured me during my formative years gave me a sickly smile and spoke. "I'm sorry sweetie, but I just couldn't wait any longer. I had to get a little taste of what you were going to give me from now on. Hurry up and get naked so you can give me a good fucking; I need your cock in the worse way."

       I sighed deeply and replied in as non-threatening a way as I knew how. "Mom this isn't exactly what I meant when I said make yourself presentable. The least you could have done was take a shower. If you were really paying attention you might have also put on some makeup and made sure that rancid cunt was freshly douched. That isn't asking too much, is it? Now you go and climb into the shower and reacquaint yourself with soap and water. Make sure you soap up that hairy snatch and get whatever is living in that nasty jungle the hell out of there. Then I want you to douche a couple of times. In case you've forgotten about douching, use some of the stuff that sis has; at least she's smart enough to make sure her pussy smells right when she takes on one of her rare customers." I thought she was going to start crying. Mom was so surprised at my words that she just lay there with that damned vibrator buzzing away inside her hairy twat. I was so tempted to give her a swat to the head, but I restrained myself, realizing that her present condition wasn't all of her own making.

       While my mother cleaned herself up, I thought back to all the women her age and older that I'd serviced over the last few years. There had been a few with hairy cunts, but after a few sessions they got the picture and were rewarded for their discovery of the razor, and in some cases even bikini waxes. The latter clients always got a little extra in appreciation of going the extra mile to make their gigolo a happy camper. Trying my damndest to treat my own mother as just another customer was a strain on the nervous system, especially considering how screwed up things were at the moment. The sooner I could get rid of this obligation, the better for all concerned. My mind started turning over as I reviewed all the options open to me.

       In the best of all possible worlds, which this wasn't, I'd develop mom into a whore who specialized in either very young guys with complexes about their mothers, or older men who were looking for a cheap, quick, comfortable fuck and didn't mind a nice clean piece in her early 40s who knew all the tricks and really enjoyed getting them off. Who knows, maybe mom might catch herself another husband this way. At least the guy would know what he was getting into with her.

       Another possibility was to team mom up with my lazy, unmotivated sister. There are lots of guys who have a fantasy involving them and a mother-daughter combination. If I played my cards right I could provide this kind of service and deliver the real goods instead of some con job that most pimps tried to pull on the customers. Another more remote possibility would be to develop a stable of young whores like my sister and have mom handle the day to day activities while I did the marketing and protection thing. I decided I'd think about these options a little more carefully while I developed a customer base for yours truly.

       It seemed that unlike mom, my former mature clients also knew something about packaging the merchandise. I was treated to see through boleros with ready panties, tight latex or leather corsets, most ending just below their tits and just above their carefully waxed pubic mounds. Some of them gave me the garter and hose look, often with perhaps a sling bra and bikinis, always sheer to show off their cunts and tits.

       However my favorite outfit was modeled by a woman in her early sixties who carried a few extra pounds. She would show up for our session wearing foundation garments, that was the way she described her outfit, featuring a sturdy, no-nonsense bra in basic utilitarian white, and black nylons attached by snaps to the confining pinkish colored rubber girdle with leg holes that covered her fleshy upper thighs as well.  Beneath the girdle, which took some time and a great deal of effort to peel from her rotund body, she always wore a pair of heavy woolen panties, that had been in place for the better part of the day to provide a very stimulating scent that guaranteed major wood on my part. Now that lady knew just what her gigolo needed to see, smell and touch to make sure he would be in the proper mood to deliver what she needed for the outrageous fees she paid me. In her case I always delivered a lot more than I had originally planned, much to her delight. I hated to admit it, but this was one lady that could have had my  services for free, that's how well she understood my little kinks.

       When it came to getting me up and keeping me in that state, my senior citizen clientele wrote the book. I was not dealing with airheads with big tits, more than a few man-made, who acted as if they were doing me a great favor by allowing me to stick my cock in their less than moist cunts. The average teen knew little about the fine art of fellatio, having not been challenged by their pimply faced partners or those high rollers who had no idea what a good piece of ass felt like. In my experience, which was considerable, the better lays among partners under let's say twenty-five, were girls who had imperfections such as a lack of tits, a face that was plain as a post or worse, a few extra pounds in the wrong places, and bodies that could easily double as ironing boards.

       I still thank my lucky stars that I survived a weekend with a pair of sisters who looked like fugitives from a concentration camp and fucked like sex-crazed minks. They got me up and off over and over, and when I cried uncle, they took turns sitting on my face or feeding me their dripping pussies until I was recharged and ready to go some more. By the time we were finished, I knew what it felt to be hooked up to a pump and sucked totally dry of any form of liquid. I did have my revenge however, enticing them individually into my bed for all day workouts where my stamina, knowledge and large numbers of little blue pills allowed me to ream out each until she was bone dry and hurting. It was at this point that I started to once more make mental plans for writing my autobiography. Shortly thereafter dad died and exploded my daydreams all to hell. Now I faced the prospect of doing a woman who did not appeal to me at all, not to mention one who was related to me by blood.

       I'll not bore the reader with the less than thrilling details of my first coupling with mom. I discovered quickly that I was not cut out to be a very good mother fucker. I'm not sure that dear old mom knew the difference between what she got from me and what she could have gotten if she was someone else. Not only someone else, but a woman who perhaps was twenty pounds lighter, took better care of her personal hygiene and appreciated what it took to generate the enthusiasm required to convince my partner that I was indeed delighted to be swapping bodily fluids with her. My favorite clients were women who had no illusions about who they were, but also realized that they were paying some of their hard earned money for the pleasure of my company, and that meant total devotion to the task at hand.

       That very same day I sat down and had a heart to heart talk with my little sister. I explained the financial facts of life to the young hooker-to-be, described my thoughts about where she could fit into my organization and then warned her that if she didn't shape up immediately I was going to put the wood to her in more ways than one. Sis made a very bad mistake at that point, telling me she was going to leave and go live with this guy she had met recently.

       Now I knew what dear old dad might have done at this point, but I refrained from tearing off her clothes, roping her to a chair and beating her half to death. Currently she was the only pussy that was worth peddling and thus deserved a little coddling. I must admit that the thought of her naked body hanging from a hook in the ceiling of the basement covered from neck to knees on both sides with welts, bruises, cuts, cigarette burns and freshly installed rings in her nipples, cunt lips, navel and clit did flash through my mind. I enjoyed the fantasy while she babbled about her new boyfriend who was on the verge of getting a divorce from his ugly, unfeeling wife. In fact I added some additional characters to my fantasy, namely a gang of motorcycle types who had just paid me two thousand bucks for the use of my sister on this run to Mexico they were making, starting as soon as they finished tattooing their gang name on her ass.

       I let her prattle on until she started to repeat herself. It was then that I held out a peace offering, one I was sure she'd happily accept. It was very apparent to me that I was definitely not into incest; thus it was easy for me to guarantee that the relationship between us would be strictly business as long as it lasted. That was something she wasn't expecting, and she jumped on it with both feet. Then she started probing to see what was behind my generosity. So I told her the truth, which made her stop and think for a time. While she was mulling over what she had heard I set the trap.

       "How would you like a situation where your customers felt lucky to have you give them the time of day?" That idea really made her mind spin. I followed up with another piece of bait. "Suppose the guys you took on were more your age, maybe only a few years older? Not only that, but you'd be the one calling the shots. They'd be doing what you wanted them to do, not the other away around."

       At that point my sister began to think I'd lost my mind. I insisted that I could make everything I'd told her happen, once a few things fell into place. I finished up by asking her to stay with me and trust what I was up to, promising no hankie panky from me. She shrugged and said she'd think about it, which was about as much as I could hope for at this moment. I felt sure that her "boyfriend" was conning her and was probably interested in free teen pussy more than anything else. So I let that situation percolate while I hustled to make my plans happen.

       The very next day I got my first break, and it came from mom of all people! It turned out she had a friend who was getting her ashes hauled at the neighborhood ladies gym. She was paying a pretty penny and then some for the attention of a personal trainer who was doing no more than I used to do, but in a different setting. A trip to the gym and a talk with the manager convinced me that one hundred percent of his profit was coming from the personal services, or should I say servicing, many of his clients were receiving from his small stable of gigolos. One thing led to another and he made me an offer that I turned down with thanks. I had a new wrinkle that might cut down the overhead and expand my potential profits. It was my guess that the ladies were not exactly gaining anything from their daily or weekly gym workouts except some aches and pains that were cause for the more personal services that followed.

       I talked mom into inviting her friend over for a chat, where I would get a chance to introduce myself to the lady in question. I was determined that by the time we parted company she'd be coming over to my place for her workouts and for a lot less when she factored in the cost of the gym fees, as well as my lower fee for personal services. At this stage of the game I was trying to build up a client base, depending upon my skill in the sack to keep my growing list of lady clients happy and willing to recommend my services to their friends as well. As it turned out, meeting one particular lady was the equivalent of winning the state lottery as far as I was concerned.

                                                                      ( To be continued )

                               Sister's Pimp                                (rolf palsy)

                                                                          Chapter 3

       Things finally began to turn around for this gigolo with my introduction to Mrs. Ruth Klunder, or should I say the former wife of Alfred Klunder, who she divorced five years ago. Like many ladies on the wrong side of thirty-five, she had little experience in properly packaging herself for today's very demanding market for middle-aged female flesh. So after a few months of being pawed, propositioned and told the most outrageous lies that even she could figure them out, Ruth went to phase two, a lesbian relationship. That quickly soured when she discovered she did not like to go down on her partner, nor did her partner's tongue thrill her in the slightest way. Now she was in phase three, total denial of the flesh under any circumstances, followed by loss of self-esteem, and a general deterioration of those charms that had enabled her to land Alfred. This was the challenge that I faced.

       Mom had set me up with an invitation to have dinner with the two of them at Ruth's place. I was my usual charming self and when we left I knew she had taken the bait, and now it was up to me to get her into the boat. Since Ruth was at least twenty-five pounds overweight, and where she should have been big, such as the tit department, she was small and vice-versa, her butt was at least two axe handles across, getting her into the boat appeared to be a daunting task. Actually it turned out to be a piece of cake once I got the lady into the sack.

       On our first date I was a perfect gentleman until I dropped her off at her house. I started by sticking half a yard of tongue down her throat while I was lifting her dress to get at her cunt. Old Ruthie surprised me by rubbing my crotch and enjoying the results of her efforts. I got wood, major wood! Then the going got rough as we jockeyed for position in the front seat of my car. There wasn't much room to maneuver and so between our sloppy kisses and flickering tongues we mutually agreed that the back seat might make a better place for us to do what we both wanted to do. Personally I wanted to get her inside on a nice comfortable bed so I could put the blocks to her big time, but the presence of her teenaged daughter put a damper on that plan for tonight at least.

       We managed to settle ourselves in the back seat and I started to feel her up while we swapped spit. Ruthie started to moan and get frisky, her hand now attached to my family jewels through the fabric of my trousers. She must have liked what she felt, because she started jacking my cock slowly as her tongue did a dirty dance in my mouth. By now I had discovered to my dismay that my target for tonight was wearing a panty girdle, the equivalent of a chastity belt as far as this gigolo was concerned.

       There were only two things I could do, be a gentleman and suggest another date where we had a chance to be alone at her place, or be an inconsiderate boor and suggest that we head for a little rundown motel I'd spotted while driving her home. Her hand captured my family jewels in a grip of steel and twisted them gently as she whispered that she was hoping I'd be forceful with her and she'd be delighted to spend the better part of the evening and early morning doing the nasty with me in a motel of my choice, no matter how seedy. That's exactly what we did, and a great time was had by all.

       When we got into our room, the couple next to us were already in high gear. Those bedsprings were creaking and we could hear the woman urging her companion to give it to her and don't stop until she came. That got Ruth Klunder's juices flowing in a big way. She convinced me to join her in the shower and we got to know each other even better while the coolish water splashed down on our bodies. One thing led to another and I made one of my patented moves, kneeling down and sticking my tongue up her cunt as she gasped, groaned and ground her hairy cunt across my face. That move never fails, and my batting average remained perfect.

       Ruth somehow managed to squeeze off her first orgasm in the last seven years, or so she told me later, after she trembled through orgasm seven as I alternately kissed and tongue fucked her puckered butthole. My ship had come in and it was loaded with all sorts of fantastic cargo. As for Ruth, I think she thought she had died and gone to heaven. That was the start of a beautiful friendship that in turn led to a major expansion of my personal services.

       It may sound as if I'm bragging, but I am a champion pussy eater. Early in my career I decided that I had to concentrate on one aspect of sex in order to be successful. My cock is maybe an inch above average, not so much as to be memorable. However according to my clients' feedback, I had a great tongue. Since I also had an affinity for eating pussy, helped along by a few school teachers who seduced me when I was just a horny teenager, this was a good match for my particular skills. There is something about pussy that drives me crazy.

       Let's face it, pussy is almost impervious to the ravages of time. I've seen outstanding pussies on women as old as their mid-sixties and had the pleasure of once going down on a client who was celebrating her eightieth birthday and I blew out all her candles that evening, and throughly enjoyed myself in the process.  It was a bit tricky to prevent her from pulling any muscles when I sank my cock into her well eaten pussy as part of the grand finale to her private birthday party, attended by her three daughters and a host of female friends as well. At the time I was a mere nineteen years of age.

       There is something mystical and magical about the combination of pussy taste, aroma, texture and even  sounds, gentle burbles that emanate from that erotic grotto. Let's face it, tits are kind of overrated unless you're one of those who never got over being breast fed. Stiff nipples on the other hand are a huge turn-on for this gigolo.  A good ass is a fine adjunct to the pussy, since it can provide a cushioning effect when one is fucking it. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and who wants to go there? Weight is generally canceled by the amount of curves it contains except in extreme cases. I myself can and do enjoy women who range from thin, even skinny, to those considered to be plump or perhaps zaftig. With this as backgrond, what was it that made Ruth Klunder so attractive to me? It's some of the above but one other quirk that makes me what I am.

       Once Ruthie and I got out from the shower and established a beachhead on the creaking bed, I gave her a good look. She had smallish tits that sagged, but long nipples that were stiff as glass, a big plus for me. She had a gut that hung over her hairy pussy plus her thighs and bottom were pockmarked with islands of cellulite. Hairy is fine provided it's under control, it's great if it's shaved or ideal if waxed or removed by electrolysis. Ruth's just needed some work. Fortunately for her, she was not prone to stubble;  that is anathema to me! Her weight was manageable and would be once I took her in hand. She was neither plain of face nor a raving beauty. Then I discovered almost by accident that she, like some European women, wasn't too fastidious when it came to having some hair growing in her armpits. That little quirk is a hot button for yours truly. That evening and well into the next morning, I spent the better part of an hour licking her armpits, moving from one to the other with stopovers at her stiff nipples to make sure they remained in the excited state. I was in heaven!

       If I thought Ruth was responsive in the shower, that was nothing to her reactions once I got down between her plump thighs and started going to town on her cunt. I wormed my tongue so far up her twat that my face was smushed against her cunt lips. Breathing became an issue. I moved from one trick to another, triple tonguing her to the point that she squealed. I nibbled on her cunt lips, going up one side and down the other with a generous stop at her clit which I coaxed out of hiding and captured between my teeth so I could worry it like a terrier with its prey. That was cause for orgasm two.  Ruthie nearly drowned me in pussy juice, my favorite beverage. It poured from her in torrents and I just sucked it up as fast as she could produce it. Later my bedmate would confess that her husband considered eating pussy to be something only harlots wanted done to them. By now she was certain that he was not only a wimp, he was stupid as well. I was in good with my newest client.

       Although Ruthie set a new personal record for orgasms in a twenty-four hour period; she cheated by using her daughter's vibrator once I got her home. I'll say this for her, she was a quick study. I managed to loosen my load a couple of times thanks to her manual dexterity and an initial foray into oral sex, another thing that was out of bounds for Alfred. We left the motel at around half past three and once I got her back, she insisted on seeing if she could get me off one more time to thank me for an extraordinary evening. I stained her handkerchief with some diluted semen much to her delight and so ended our first date with yours truly losing his load in the front seat of his car, how teenage can one get.

       I was too tired to pay mom her finder's fee for the tip on Ruth Klunder until the following morning. I was pleased to see that she was now practicing the 3Ds, douching, deordorant and diet. What more could a gigolo want than his mother cleaning up her act so she could get some free cock and in my case, tongue too! While I was putting the wood to mom after giving her a nice long session of pussy lapping, the phone rang. We both laughed, because it had to be Ruth, probably hot to trot for another evening of passion, which would cost her this time. Such is the life of the gigolo.

       Mom brought her A-game to the bedroom, and surprised me with her blowjob technique. That was something new and I was curious as to how she developed this ability. She sheepishly confessed that for the past few months while there was no money coming into the house, she was delaying the bills by providing blowjobs to key creditors such as the local grocer and butcher, and obtaining small amounts of cash by blowing some of the hornier high school students that flocked to her place once they heard about her offer of ten bucks apiece. One day she made eighty dollars just by blowing a pair of nerds who turned out to be closet sex fiends, and had the money to gratify their urges. She grinned and explained that some of her extra weight  happened once she began swallowing to make her customers feel as if they were getting their money's worth.

                               ( To be continued )  

                                Sister's Pimp                                      (rolf palsy)

                                                                          Chapter 4

       Now that Ruth  Klunder was in the boat, I had time to address other issues such as my sister. As I had suspected, her "boyfriend" turned out to be a liar and a cheat. Megan had started to put out for free and he took all the pussy she could provide until he decided to return to his wife. I had a little heart to heart talk with her once that happened and warned her that the next screw up would be her last. I spent some of the money I was getting from Ruthie to put ads in certain publications and spread the word around town that there was a hot piece of teenage ass looking to make some money in exchange for pussy.

       In the meantime Ruth was doing a very good job of spreading the word about this talented young man who was working is way through college by taking care of the needs that lonely women often could not get satisfied. She collected a finder's fee for Karen Bross, a tall, thin divorcee' with an excellent settlement from her former husband. The lady in question was rather leery of entering a new relationship until things calmed down at home.  She was also coping with her two angry teenage sons who blamed her partially for the breakup with their father.

       My first date with Karen went swimmingly. She had no illusions about her attractiveness to men, but had needs that she wanted satisfied. I was given a try-out at a local motel that lasted the better part of a day. When I wasn't eating pussy or licking her asshole, my cock was buried in her cunt, throat or that asshole which I soon discovered was almost as sensitive as her cunt. I'll say this for that sharp-faced woman, she was the no nonsense type and most demanding. Her angular body could do some serious damage to anyone who wasn't careful, especially while she was in the throes of passion. I dodged plenty of knobby knees and sharp elbows once I pushed the right buttons and sent her off on a trip to the moon or beyond. I always knew exactly what she wanted, and never failed to deliver during that marathon sex session.

       Karen had a waxed vulva that made me immediately decide that she was the type of client I wanted to cultivate. She also gave great head; where she picked up that talent remained a secret that she never revealed. Why her husband left her was also a great mystery at first. This woman was a sex machine, worthy of my talents. I'll never admit saying it, but she was the kind of bedmate that could make me give her a rebate for services rendered. Fortunately it never came to that. Unlike most women, Karen was anal oriented, which was a nice change of pace for this jaded gigolo.For once having an average sized penis paid some dividends.

       We settled into a nice comfortable routine, splitting time between a well-appointed motel for which she paid, and her even better appointed home. Since it was impossible to have sex continuously, although we tried on occasion, on our rest breaks she talked about some of the issues she was handling, especially those involving her sons. It seems that both were introverted loners lacking even average social skills. This translated into no pussy. Karen felt very guilty about this glaring weakness that her sons displayed. That's when I got this bright idea to incorporate my little sister, Megan, into the mix.

       As luck would have it, Ruthie was also having difficulties with her teenage daughter. I rarely saw her, but what I remembered was vague, in keeping with the look she achieved. One day as I was licking her armpits, my favorite sport with Ruthie, and congratulating myself for finally convincing her to shave her pubic hair, she unburdened herself on me. Now a gigolo is good for only one thing, and it isn't listening to a neutrotic woman moaning and groaning about her children. Then it dawned on me that perhaps this was still another opportunity to get Megan involved in my activities. Why not let my trampy sister take the girl under her wing and teach her some of the tricks of the trade, so to speak?

       Then and there I pitched my idea including the fee for Megan's services, and Ruthie accepted it with one condition, which troubled me some. I would be responsible for making sure that her daughter,Tracy, was able to carry out whatever tricks Megan taught her. I was an the verge of doing a threesome, I could feel it in my bones. The more I thought about it, the better I liked it. How many men ever got the chance to do a mother-daughter combination in the same bed?

       A couple of days later Megan and I paid a call on Ruthie and Tracy. Megan was tricked out like a Hollywood hooker, a black pushup bra under a tight, white tee shirt, even tighter white slacks that showed the outline of her black bikinis, and fuck-me pumps with lace trimmed anklets. She even carried one of those large white plastic purses usually filled with condoms, a bottle or two of douching solution and even her diaphragm. A lot of customers liked to watch her put it in, it got them hard,saving her the time and trouble of getting them ready to do the nasty .

       Tracy was nearly fifteen like Megan, but that's where the resemblance ended. I couldn't help but notice the way Ruthie was undressing my sister with her eyes. Things were on the verge of getting freaky across the board. I wondered what would be going on between Megan and Ruthie while I was checking out Tracy's progress as a demi-whore. The girl had lank, mousy brown hair, wore glasses with plastic frames, and evidently knew nothing about the purpose of makeup. She was average height and on the skinny side. Her features were average, nothing out of the ordinary and her posture had loser written all over it. I glanced over at Megan who had taken the same inventory and was poised to do something dramatic to get everyone's attention, especially Tracy. Her next few words got everyone's attention and made Tracy's eyes get big behind those horrible glasses.

       "If I was a guy, I wouldn't give her the time of day, even if she paid me for it. She has "go away" written all over her. Why would any stud in his right mind want to have anything to do with this loser? If I was a guy and saw her standing next to her mom, I'd make a move on mom.That would be a no-brainer as far as I'm concerned."

       The reaction on Ruthie's face was priceless. Her lips were quivering and I could see beads of perspiration breaking out on her forehead. I was in a quandry over this strange attraction that had seemed to instantly form between my client and Megan, who was almost twenty-five years her junior. How freaky was that? My sister saved the day by pointing a finger at the teenager and ordering her to take off her clothing and be quick about it. Tracy's face turned pale, but Ruthie grabbed her by the shoulder and gave her a shake. The girl began to unbutton her drab blouse to reveal a drab, utilitarian, white bra that easily handled it contents.  Simultaneously Megan was stripping down as well, giving Ruthie a heart attack as her black push-up bra came into view, presenting her tits for all to see, and for her age they were worth looking at. All that bee venom may have paid off in the long run, because she was packing a set of at least 34Cs on that nearly fifteen year-old frame.

       Off came Tracy's nondescript skirt to expose her white cotton lollipop panties, the kind little girls wore until they got smart and switched to something more adult around eleven or twelve. Poor Tracy was living the life of a retard. Ruthie gasped when Megan peeled off the super tight slacks and showed off her plump pussy bulging from the straining wisp of some stretchy fabric that was fighting to contain it. If her vulva hadn't been shaved, you could have counted every pubic hair without any difficulty since the material was also sheer to the point that you could see her slit and realize that it was dripping. Ruthie was on the verge of jumping my sister, of that there could be no doubt. I had to do something, and do it quickly.

       I was too late; Ruthie came up behind Megan and unhooked her bra. My sister's tits hardly moved despite the loss of support from that contrivance. Then Ruthie's hands cupped them, her fingers kneading the nipples to rock hardness. Megan leaned back and the two of them began to exchange tongues. I looked over at Tracy who looked as if she had just swallowed a dragonfly. I felt sorry for the ugly duckling, but also realized that with a few alterations and an upgrade or two, she could be turned into something worth jumping on a date. I could see it all in my mind's eye.

       There was Tracy in a tight tube top with no bra to show her off best features, those fat swollen nubbins of flesh jutting from her crepe-like tits. Her date had been working on those nipples with his fingers and an occasionally love bite through the flimsy material covering them. Right now he had her tight capris half-way off so he could get at the thong bikini barely covering her hairless slit. Tracy leaned forward and slipped her tongue into his mouth and directed his attention to her soaked crotch, eager for some of his hard cock.He didn't need any coaxing, shifting his body so he could shuck off the confining shorts and get his big tool into her tight cunt. Seconds later his ass was moving to and fro as he buried his dick deep into her dripping cunt as she groaned and whispered for him to really fuck her hard this time.

       The sound of Ruthie slapping her daughter across the face brought me back to the real world, or whatever was taking place here in the Klunder residence. The girl was still in her lollipop panties and matching bra while Megan was stark naked and really looking  good. I hadn't seen my little sister starkers, as the say in the UK, since I'd returned. I was impressed and also kicking myself for promising not to hit on her. She was a stone fox in the making. I suddenly realized that the mousy one had given her mother some sass and was paying the price for her disobedience. I was curious to see what the kid had to offer without the protection of that horrible underwear.

       Mrs. Klunder did the honors, tearing the bra from her daughter's chest and then yanking down those baby style underpants to show her goodies. She made Tracy put her hands on top of her head and spread her legs to give us all a good view of her cunt and its surroundings, not to mention the bee stings that passed for tits on her hollow chest. Naturally I checked out her nipples and was disappointed. They were pinkish and limp, no sign of sexual excitement in this girl despite the fact that there was enough estrogen flowing from her mom and my sister to turn a convent into a whore house.

       Tracy was forced to turn around slowly so we could all check out what she was showing, which wasn't much. Quickly Megan declared that she needed contacts to replace those hideous glasses and a new do to transform that lank hair into something that called attention to her. I got into the act and managed to pinch her butt, which wasn't that bad once the clothing hiding it was gone. Then while I was still on a roll, I slipped one and then two fingers up her thin-lipped twat to check for moisture; did I get a surprise, she was soaked! This sad little creature was a big time closet masturbator. There was hope for her after all. I wondered what kind of stuff went through her mind when she rubbed herself off or used the vibrator that mom occasionally borrowed.

       I gave Tracy that grin and wink that told her I knew what she did in private, but I wouldn't tell, if she was a nice girl and cooperated.I tested her by tweaking her nipples and watching her eyes narrow as the juices began to really flow. There was more to this little lady than met the eye, that's for sure. I was about to take a personal interest in this teen for my own selfish reasons. I wanted to be the first to nail her and nail her good. That was my new goal for this antisocial teenager. Who knows, maybe if I played my cards right, I might get her and my sister in the same bed at the same time? The more I thought of what was going on here, the more I realized that it might turn into a quartet and handling three hot pieces of ass at the same time was a challenge that made my juices flow as well.

       It was unanimous that Tracy invest in some very sexy underwear, mostly bikinis and thongs.From now on she either went braless or wore an open nipple, tight fitting bra to call attention to those hard nubbins of flesh that were going to be her trademark. The mousy clothing was to be given to charity and short skirts, see-through blouses and the like were to become the uniform of the day. The girl would be inspected by the top sergeant, her mom, every morning before she pranced out to school to troll for boys with only one thing on their minds. Her mother was tasked with the assignment of putting her daughter on the pill as well a having her fitted for a diaphragm. Tracy was to casually mention this in the presence of her peers as well as any horny boys who might be eavesdropping.

       Ruthie was falling all over herself in her eagerness to make a date with my sister. I decided it was time to raise my rate and put some pressure on her to bring me more clients. Failure to meet my demands would mean no chance to seduce Megan. Life was looking up once more. When we were clear of the house, I asked my sister what caused Ruthie to flip over her. She shrugged and said she had no idea, but the woman really knew how to get her juices flowing. I patted her on the butt and laughed; she joined in as we got into the car and headed for home.

                                                                    (To be continued) 

                                    Sister's Pimp                                

                                                                               Chapter 5

       Putting pressure on Ruthie produced the desired effect, two new clients, each with children. Pat Carmody had two sons, sixteen and eighteen, and a daughter who just turned thirteen. She had been divorced three years and got bored putting out for lots of men who made promises but never delivered. Mrs. Carmody was a looker and rather well built for her age, which I gauged to be in her early forties. Her ex paid her a lump sum settlement that made her a rich woman and she could easily afford my services.

       The boys were kind of standoffish initially, but they warmed up to me since I wasn't too much older than they. I was a little taken aback when they wanted the gory details of what their mother and I did when I visited to service her needs. That bothered me a great deal and so I discussed the matter with my client. Her response floored me. It turns out that one major reason for the divorce was her husband catching her and the two sons in flagrante delicto, the older buried in her asshole, while the younger was getting his cock sucked dry.

       I thought my head was going to explode. With two studs like that on the premises, why did she need me? She mentioned something about giving them their freedom and not holding them back. Based on what I was hearing from them, they were on the ragged edge and any day they were going to charge into her bedroom and fuck her stupid. You talk about being between a rock and a hard place, there I was!

       My second new client was another Pat, this one named Bromback. She had sixteen year-old twins, a boy and a girl. You wouldn't have looked at her twice on the street, but look out if you ever caught her in bed. This one was a man eater, and partially, a man hater,compliments of her cheating husband who died in an auto accident a few years ago. The insurance policy he carried made her wealthy, and some good advice from one of her lady lovers had made the nest egg double every eight months or so. She was my kind of client.

       Pat B, as I called her, went both ways and found it inconvenient to concentrate on both sexes. I was her sop to the opposite sex, and she was one tough customer when it came to properly satisfying her considerable needs. Those skinny ones are sometimes hell on wheels in the sack, and she fit that mold. The only thing that cemented our professional relationship was my ability to eat pussy like a woman, which is how she described my technique after I made her get off half a dozen times in a three hour period without once coming up for air. She was impressed, and we became good bed partners, not friends, just good bed partners.

       While I was trying to settle into a routine with the two Pats, things were coming to a head at the Klunder residence. Megan had begun to spend more and more time working on her project to transform Tracy into a teenage tramp ready for action at the sound of a trouser being unzipped. The girl's new hairdo, contacts, make-up and sexy wardrobe got rave reviews at school. Most of the guys who used to ignore her were now asking who the new student was, and did she put out. Less than a week since Megan gave the girl her new trampy-slut look, her protogee' had her first rendezvous after school with one of the in-crowd. It might have gone better, but she did manage to get his cock out of his trousers before he went off, spoiling her first serious date.

       It was however cause for a celebration at the Klunder home and that is when Ruthie made her move on Megan and discovered they were simpatico in a big way. Tracy hardly noticed since she was dressing for a movie date that started in less than half an hour and was stressing over whether to wear an open nipple bra or go native. She had already decided on the narrowest thong she owned and had tested it to make sure it presented no obstacle to her date when he decided to check how available and wet she was. By the time the girl hopped into her date's car, Megan and her mother were locked in a sixty-nine that set some sort of record for combined orgasms in a three hour period. On the other hand I had fallen behind in my obligation to Tracy, and knew there would be hell to pay once Ruthie figured that out.

       Getting my sister's attention once this little love match got rolling presented a big problem. I was between a rock and a hard place. If I tried to break things up, I'd piss off my sister who was getting very pivotal to many of my schemes, and perhaps alienate my client to the point she might cancel our arrangement. That was not a good way to go under almost any circumstance, so I fretted and stewed in my own juices, waiting  for the lovers to calm down and get into a groove, which would make Megan easier to handle, or so it said in the fine print.

       Things were also getting out of hand, big time, at the Bross residence. Her two sons had taken matters into their own hands and the day before I was to service my client, they broke into her bedroom, overpowered and tied her down to the bed and proceeded to have their way with her for hours on end, taking turns reaming her tight cunt out and then after rearranging her body, sodomized their mother as well. Naturally Karen was not averse to their behavior, in fact she egged them on to even more violent manifestations of their unhappiness. Her skinny body was put through the wringer by her teenaged sons, who were frustrated by her lack of sympathy for their feelings.Hiring yours truly had  been the straw that broke the camel's back, and these camels really put the wood to their "faithless" mother.

       A few hours before my appointment they convinced the sister of one of their buds at school to give them a hand, literally in this case, teaching their mother a lesson she'd never forget. So it was that little fourteen year-old Connie worked her small fist into Karen's cunt and slowly over a period of two hours made her hand, forearm, elbow and a portion of her upper arm disappear between Karen's bloated cunt lips on the way to knocking at the gate to the chamber where her sons had stayed as they grew and prepared for birth.

       I immediately knew that something was funny the moment I stepped into the house. Her two sons were nowhere to be found and Karen wasn't waiting for me at her usual station, on the livingroom couch watching television. I took the stairs two at a time and quickly noticed that the door to her bedroom was shut. It opened easily and there she was, her cunt raw and swollen with a huge circle of drying cum staining the sheet below her spread thighs. She was tied spread-eagle fashion to the corners of the bed, with a pillow beneath her ass to elevate her cunt for easy access. I couldn't help but notice that her asshole was also gaping, not too much of a shock considering her taste for anal intercourse. She was gagged with a pair of her own panties held in place by duct tape.For a moment I thought there might have been a break-in, but one look at the place argued that no one had been rummaging around looking for money or other valuables. Then it dawned on me that it was her two sons who were responsible for this action. She confirmed it once the gag was removed and I threatened to call the police.

       "It's all my fault! I should have seen this coming. I'm afraid that we'll have to postpone our little sessions until I can get my sons under control. I do however want your sister to get involved with my boys immediately; they are in desperate need of some social skills, and frankly I can't take this kind of treatment too often at my advanced age."

       Karen said that with a smile,so I knew she wasn't too bummed out at what had taken place here. She stopped me from untying her from the bed, stating that her sons had only stepped out to get some reinforcements, intending to gangbang her for the rest of the day if necessary. She then asked for some water to get the taste of her own spendings out of her mouth. It seems that every so often Connie had her lick the pussy juice off whatever part of her arm had been inside her cunt. At first it was a nice turn-on, but after an hour or so it got old. Then she bragged about her sons' cocks, saying they'd gotten bigger than she recalled, and Megan would certainly enjoy having them stretching her tight little cunt when she started teaching them some sexual etiquette.

       After her drink she made me gag her again once she let me know that whenever the boys and their friends got through turning her insides to mush, she'd be in touch to let me know when Megan could start working with her sons. I tiptoed from the room and on my way out I met her sons and half a dozen other teens heading purposefully upstairs to continue their mother's education. I gave them the high sign and they grinned in reply as we passed on the stairway. It looked as if Karen Bross was in for a very long day.

       I returned home and got a pleasant surprise, in fact two pleasant surprises before the dust settled. Megan was taking care of a customer in her bedroom; I could tell because her bedsprings creaked if there was more than just Megan on the bed. Based on the frequency of those squeaks and squeals I'd judge that Megan was earning her keep. Mom was no where in sight, which was unusual. Normally she'd be huddled over in her favorite chair watching the soaps. So I took a walk upstairs to see if she was in her room. I passed Megan's work area and her customer had picked up the pace while my sister urged him to go deeper, harder, and faster. Without thinking, I opened the door to mom's room and got a major shock. She was on her knees, naked as a jay bird, her head bobbing up and down on a rather large joint belonging to some teenager who I'd never seen previously. He was seated on the bed and had a dreamy look on his pimpy face as mom gobbled and grunted over the thick piece of meat she was working on. His hands were holding onto mom's hair and using it to guide her movements, almost as if they were reins. I gave the kid a thumbs up and took my leave. It was hard to believe, but my dear old mother was turning a trick. Would wonders ever cease!

       I settled down in the livingroom to await my "stable" of whores once they got done servicing our clients, not customers, as they described them. Mom escorted her trick to the door and gave him a big kiss.He reciprocated by squeezing her big saggy jugs as they swapped spit. I was amused at the fact that mom hadn't bothered to even put on a robe once she finished blowing the teenager. As soon as he left she made a beeline to where I was seated and gave me a big, wet kiss and half a yard of tongue. I rummaged around in her cunt which she now shaved weekly. I hated stubble and refused to go down on her unless she was freshly shaved.

        I asked her when she started turning tricks and found out this was her maiden voyage into the wonderful world of sexual communication. She gave me a huge smile when I announced that she was now a fully qualified sex professional capable of meeting the demands of those requiring sexual congress. She wasn't quite sure about everything that I said, which was why I was the educated one, having spent a year in college. She inquired if I was interested in a nice blowjob, on the house. I twisted her tits and frenched her, getting mom's hopes up. I suggested we do some serious one on one later, after I talked to Megan. She tried grabbing my family jewels, but I slapped her hand away and told her to put on some clothes before she caught a cold.

       To say that Megan was disheveled would be a momumental understatement. She looked as if she'd been dragged under a bus for about ten miles. My sister was wearing heels, stockings and a garter belt that framed her angry, gaping pussy from which a steady stream of slimy white stuff issued. Her tits were covered with love bites and bruises from rough handling and the nipples were still swollen from some ardent sucking. The client responsible for all the damage towered over her; a man in his thirties with a military type haircut, a scar on one cheek and eyes that were black as night. He slapped Megan on her cute ass as he left, pressing a wad of bills into her hand. I guess they had done all their kissing in the bedroom. My sister looked beat and not in the mood for talk, so I left her alone for now. However it was imperative that we get our heads together and try to develop a plan of action that took care of all the loose ends that seemed to be unraveling from our clients.

                               (To be continued-rolf palsy) 

                               Sister's Pimp                                

                                 Chapter 6

       I decided to give mom a visit and find out how she got her first customer and all the gory details. She was in the bathroom and invited me to watch her clean up and maybe get some ideas about using her body. Poor old mom was just an overweight woman in her forties who needed love, too much love for this pimp to deliver. Still I liked to watch her douching, strawberry, my favorite flavor. Next she gargled and I asked if she gargled her client's semen when he came in her mouth. She blushed, making me laugh to myself. Then she gave me a look and took out her diaphragm from the drawer. Now that was a serious move on her part. She had started to shed some of that excess poundage, but she still had an impressive gut that would take many more weeks of serious exercise and dieting to get down to manageable dimensions. On the other hand she had taken the first step toward independence, and deserved a reward. I sighed and nodded. She grinned from ear to ear and proceeded to load the rubber cup with spermicide before folding it up and inserting it deep into her cunt. I suggested we adjourn to her bedroom and stain the sheets. She countered by claiming that she'd suck up every drop straight from my cock or her twat. That got my juices flowing and I patted her on that broad bottom and goosed her for good measure. She squealed like a schoolgirl and I followed her quivering buns into the bedroom.

       Mom let out a loud moan of pleasure as my flickering tongue made its initial entry into her wet cunt. She had shaved maybe a day or so ago and her skin was smooth, the way I liked when eating pussy. I kissed her cunt lips, going back and forth as I moved up to her fat clit that was already beginning to peek out from its hood. I captured it with my teeth and she stiffened, fearing damage to that hot button if she made any sudden moves. I licked and sucked it to full size and then nibbled on it as she arched her back and got ready for the first orgasm of the session. It was a lalapooluza, lifting her beefy body off the sheets as she howled and whooped like a crazy woman. That inspired me to even greater feats of tonguemanship. First I made her cunt lips flap in the breeze by a combination of tongue and lip action. Even before she caught her breath, she took a triple tonguing that made her eyes cross. I did the switchback thing with the flat of my tongue and off she went on another trip around the solar system. When mom returned she just blinked her eyes and heaved a sigh that said volumes. It had been a long time for her.

       Whether she knew it or not I was just getting warmed up for the main event, intending to bury my bone so deep inside that tired old squeeze box of a twat that she'd think an army of little people had taken up light housekeepng there. To give her some sort of a rest, I concentrated on seeing how many hickies I could suck into the insides of her celluite pocked thighs. That calmed her down and so I decided to shift into a higher gear and really put the wood to her. For that I needed her mouth to get me as hard as possible. I told her what I needed and she got busy. I joked that she was getting some practice for the next guy that wanted her to blow him. She popped my cock from her mouth long enough to insinuate that the next customer just might be a woman and she was ready to deal with that situation as well, thanks to Megan's help. There was a lot going on here, about which yours truly knew nothing. Included in the list was where did mom learn to suck like a pro? She had me rock hard in almost nothing flat. I almost let her bring me off, just to see what she'd  do with my cum. Maybe after I put the wood to her I'd let her give me a sample of her technique; that might be fun.

       Finding the right position to screw my mother proved to be a major hassle. Mom wanted to try cowgirl, and when that didn't work she shifted around to reverse cowgirl. I had to admit that watching her big butt move up and down with slow deliberate strokes as her cunt swallowed and regurgitated my hard dick was a rather pleasant way to spend the time. Unfortunately it didn't give me the kind of leverage that allowed major wood to be moved in and out of her twat at the kind of speed that caused the zipper in her head to open. Next we tried spoon and for a time I managed to pack her cunt full of hard cock, but once again that big behind slowed things to a crawl in a very short time. Scissor style fucking did not cut it because mom couldn't hold her leg up long enough for me to get a good run at her dripping fuckbox.

       We were both getting frustrated. To relieve the tension I reverted to going down on her to keep that pussy hot and eager for more cock, using my tongue as the carrot. She remained restless and so I played my hole card, licking her chocolate starfish to loosen it up sufficiently so that my tongue could bore into her rectum and tickle an orgasm out of her. It wasn't much of an orgasm, lasting for perhaps ten seconds. There was only one thing left to do, get her out of bed and bent over supporting her weight with her arms. I  got behind her, and lined up my dick to discover it had lost its rigidity. A few minutes of running it between those meaty cheeks did the trick and I had major wood again.

       Now it was my turn to take out my frustrations on her hot, juicy fuckbox. My cock started pounding away inside her musky tunnel and she hissed and begged for more. I kicked it up a notch and mom grunted through her first orgasm of this session. I helped her along by seeing how far I could stretch her hanging tit meat. By now I was really into fucking her with everything I had. Her legs started to get rubbery as my dick plowed in and out of her weakening cunt. I grabbed her love handles for more leverage and put my back into it, hammering my stiff shaft home with powerful strokes that made her overweight body quiver and shake from the collision of my groin with her buns. Mom went off like a roman candle and I went along for the ride, plowing away like a crazy man, not caring about the amount of damage I was doing to that out of condition fuck hole. I have no idea how long we fucked, but the next day my back ached and I had bruises on the fronts of my legs, from the brutal pounding I dished out to my dear old mother.

       Mom and I were so involved that neither of us knew when Megan had entered the bedroom. However when she started clapping I realized it had been a while. Mom was too wasted to even look back, her sweaty body had just seemed to melt into a puddle of pussy that currently was leaking a fairly impressive amount of my semen and her cunt cream onto the sheets. Megan chattered away describing what she saw and adding some editorial comment.

       "Damn, my brother is a stud for sure! I have just got to get some of that action and very soon. No more high octane cock for mom until she cleans up her act and gets more customers. Man, oh man, that was some performance! Your dick was moving so fast it looked like a blur and poor mom looked like a punching bag, that's how hard you were pounding her. I'm not sure I want you nailing my little project if that's the kind of pussy punishment she can expect. Compared to the guys she's putting out for now, you would feel like an 800 pound gorilla. How do your clients handle the kind of action you just dished out to poor mom, or was that something special? Hey, I'm family too, and I've got a tighter pussy and better tits than mom. I wonder what might have happened if I came in earlier before you two went banzai on each other? Who knows, maybe it might have turned into a family threesome? Wouldn't that have been something to tell the grandchildren right after you fucked the girls bowlegged."

       Although it was important to talk to her before she got away, I was too tired to do much more than take a nap. Megan promised to wake me in an hour and then we'd talk. I hit the pillow and remember nothing until she shook me awake. All Megan wore was a big smile and her garter belt, which was a nice way to wake up. I had a thing for lacy garter belts and that's exactly what she was wearing. I started to get hard at the prospect of hammering my sister's cunt until she begged for mercy, but business before pleasure.

       Megan's eyes grew wide when I told her that at present Mrs. Karen Bross was probably midway through a gangbang featuring herself and about eight teenagers, including her two sons who had started the ball rolling the night before and kept the party going until my arrival for our usual session. Megan's breathing got ragged when I casually mentioned that Karen was securely tied down to her bed and unless they used her mouth, she'd be gagged to keep her from disturbing the neighbors while she was being gangbanged. My sister was blown away when she heard that Karen was taking the blame for what was happening, and may be secretly enjoying the attention those horny teenagers were giving her.

       Then I explained her new role as the Bross family's counselor on sexual etiquette. The two sons would be under her care and feeding as she taught them how to be popular at school and respectful towards their mother, that is if that was what she wanted from them. Megan was way ahead of me on that one,claiming that mommy Bross was looking for attention from her two studly sons and this gangbang was probably only the beginning of her adventures into the world of strange and kinky sex. I couldn't resist needling my sister about the way she and Ruth Klunder were beginning to carry on, and wondered if she was capable of handling another female lover old enough to be her mother. That gave Megan pause and I could see the wheels turning in that nearly fifteen year-old mind as she tried to deal with this new challenge.

       At that  point I had to bring up the fact that Megan and I looked to become more than just business partners, which added more weight on her youthful shoulders. Finally there was the matter of Tracy Klunder who was rapidly turning into a sex monster, and headed for her first serious relationship with who knows? In the best of all possible worlds we could arrange for her to become the sex slave of the Bross boys while Ruthie and Karen got it on in the interests of family harmony. My poor joke made Megan's eyes light up like a Christmas tree. She nodded her head and started talking to herself, while I sat there and checked out my little sister who was not so little any more. I licked my lips at the prospect of going down on Megan and following that thin strip of pubic hair that was maybe three inches long and pointed dead center at her cunt. Things were about to get very busy and extremely complicated, but it appeared to be worth the effort.

                               (To be continued-rolfpalsy)

                               Sister's Pimp                                                                                                                           Chapter 7

       Megan and I agreed to postpone our little tryst until things calmed down a bit. I had my obligations to fulfill towards Tracy and her mother, not bad duty I had to admit. Megan had to figure out a plan for handling the Bross brothers. As she so bluntly put it, she wasn't about to become their "stickum". Any pussy those two got from her had to be earned. She did however like the idea of matching up the Bross boys and Tracy Klunder. That just gave me more incentive to get on my horse and give little Tracy a taste of what real fucking was all about. Megan also had the bright idea of going over to the Bross residence and seeing how Karen was doing in her new role of neighborhood nympho. She checked her calendar and saw that she was open for a few hours later on today, which would dovetail nicely with her plans.

       My curiosity got the best of me and I queried her about her previous customer. She laughed and told me a strange story, but come to think of it, we were all living in a strange world, so what the hell! He turned out to be in the military, which figured based on the haircut and the scar. He's married to a woman who also is in the military. Normally they get together perhaps for a month out of each year. Otherwise they're on their own. His wife is bisexual, which doesn't bother him in the slightest. In fact sometimes it gives him a chance for some extra pussy if the timing is right.

       They have an open marriage and it manifests itself in a strange contest that they hold throughout each year. Every month they exchange trophies of their latest conquests in the form of used condoms if it was hetero, and unwrapped ones for his wife's female conquests. Her best score was forty-seven condoms, all but four used, and she claims many of them more than once. That was the time she seduced her colonel and wound up being forced to entertain his friends, all fellow officers, as well as doing him on nearly a daily basis. Her husband, on average, pays for about half the pussy he gets. He's somewhat handicapped because his wife is built and a looker, while he is just an average looking guy. His best score was a paltry thirty-two condoms, and she has been riding him about that for years.

       We needed to go our separate ways for the rest of the day. I made a phone call to the Klunder residence and arranged to meet with Tracy once she returned from school. As it happened the little tramp had a hot date after class and didn't drag her cute little butt home until it was well past dinner. Naturally Ruthie had to pay a late fee, and so I took it out in trade. She had to strip to the skin so I could see how she was progressing in her battle against the bulges. It was evident that the idea of going after my sister was motivating her in a positive way to get back into shape. I decided to get a little kinky and had her put her hands behind her back and kneel in front of the easy chair I was occupying. When her trampy daughter finally put in an appearance she discovered her mother, in the nude, giving me some serious head while I watched the evening news.

       The new Tracy jumped at the chance to watch her mom in action. Soon she was sitting on the arm of my chair playing with her new hairdo and watching my cock disappear and reappear from between her mother's lips. She started running her mouth like a teenager, which was what she was, come to think of it.

       "Wow! My mom gives good head. You really have great self control! When I go down on the boy he just shoots off all over my face in no time flat.  I have to learn how to make them last longer so I can get something out of it as well. By the way when are you going to check out my moves like you promised? I have another date tonight or I'd let you do it now.....Oh, oh! I'll bet you came over to do that and I wasn't here. I'm sorry, but mom never told me you were coming over after school. It's all her fault. I hope you make her suck until her eyes cross for doing that to you."

       There was no doubt now that Megan had created a teen sex monster who was feeling friskier by the day. I knew that if I didn't get my ass in gear, some acne case was going to pop her cherry before I could. If that happened both she and her mother were going to be in deep doo-doo. By now Ruthie was trying to swallow my balls whole and her daughter was glued to the action. That chattering wasn't doing anything for my erection and gradually my cock went  from rock to steel to soft wood over a few minutes despite Ruthie's best efforts to keep it firm. Without another word the girl hopped off the arm of the chair, patted her mom on the head like she was the family dog and headed for her room to change for her next date.

       Ruthie was still bobbing up and down on my newly hardened cock, thanks to her fast tongue and lots of saliva. As luck would have it, yours truly was emptying his nuts through the head of his prick when the teen sex monster pranced into the room to show off her latest tramp-slut outfit. We were too busy with adult things to even give it a glance, so she frowned and flounced to the door to wait for her latest conquest to escort her to some quiet place where he could undress her and check out the goodies, at least as much as she'd allow this evening. Meanwhile Ruthie gargled my cum and swished it around in her mouth before swallowing it with a loud smack of her lips.

       I guess she wasn't expecting to have me put her over my lap and whale the tar out of her for screwing up my schedule. She kicked and struggled for a time, then settled down and took it like the hot-holed sexual predator that she was. The realization that she was probably going to bed my sister even before I had the opportunity, made my spanking all the more heavy-handed. Her bottom was crimson and swollen by the time I was satisfied with my efforts. Then like the neurotic head-case that she was on occasion, she invited me to come upstairs and put the boots to her in that nice comfortable bed, for my usual fee of course. I was sorely tempted, but decided my time would be better spent on other things.

       When I got back home there was a message from Karen Bross on my machine. She had finally worn out the army of sex-crazed teens, including her two sons, who had given her a pounding that she'd long remember, at least until the next one that is.  We chatted and discussed Megan's conditions for employment. Karen had no problem with them and so we agreed that starting the next evening Megan would assume her new position. I would attend the kickoff meeting so that the boys knew what the ground rules were for this task. As for Karen's relationship with her sons, that was an issue between the family members and I had no interest in becoming involved unless directly asked by my client. I made sure she understood that in that case my fee would go up due to a change in the scope of work.

       Next I called Mrs.Pat Carmody to arrange our first session. She sounded a bit insecure and so I engaged her in conversation to see what the problem was. To no one's surprise, breaking the physical relationship she had with her two boys was causing her some serious grief. It was truly astonishing that two of my clients would be having almost identical difficulties with their sons. Without revealing any confidences I casually mentioned that Megan, my  sister, who was a fully qualified sex therapist, a little artistic license I'll admit, was currently dealing with a similar situation with another of my clients. I hinted that she might be interested, for a fee of course, to take on Mrs. Carmody's sons as well. She made no commitment, but it was quite obvious that she would spend some time mulling over the proposition before coming to any kind of a firm decision.

       While I had been on the phone, there had been quite a bit of foot traffic moving back and forth from the front door to the upstairs bedrooms. Most of it seemed to be the highschool crowd, with a smattering of adults. I turned on the tube to get some ball scores and the canned news that never told you much about what was really going on these days. What sounded like a herd of wildebeest turned out to be a group of pimply-faced kids coming downstairs after getting their cocks sucked by a professional who knew what she was doing, to wit my mom. So it seemed both of my moneymakers were pulling their weight this evening. I was tempted to give mom another roll in the hay, so to speak, for her increased production, but restrained myself; after all I had to treat her like any other whore in my stable.

       From the looks of things Megan was getting overbooked across the board, which meant I needed to add another worker or put some pressure on mom to get with the program a whole lot faster than I had originally planned. I started thinking about letting her have a boob job, maybe some liposuction treatments, vaginal rejuvenation and some minor cosmetic surgery that in toto might take ten years off her face and body. I wondered how much the surgeons might take in trade, then thought better of that idea. It would be smarter to float a loan and hope that the investment paid off quickly.

       Deciding to strike while the iron was hot, I went upstairs to mom's room. Her last customer of the night was taking his leave and looked rather satisfied about how things went inside the bedroom. I knocked and was told to enter and make sure I had my ten bucks ready to fork over. I smiled and entered, catching mom off guard. I liked her outfit, it reeked of the good old days when moms wore girdles and bras with stockings that hooked to those rubber torture chambers. Today's generation of raincoaters and strokers had never seen garments like this, but when they did, it touched some primordial nerve endings. My mother was rapidly becoming an underground sex symbol for all those guys who never could get laid while they were in highschool. How could one ever get depressed with his lot in life if his mom was always around ready to suck his dick for a mere ten bucks a pop?

       We had a nice chat and I confess there were times when I wanted to unhook that ugly pink bra and peel that uglier pink girdle off her plump body so I could get at her goodies. Mom was ecstatic about the opportunity to be reborn in a sense, and promised she'd become the best moneymaker in my stable. I was beginning to wonder if perhaps I'd greviously misjudged my downtrodden mother. After all, the few stories I'd pried from Megan painted a super grim picture of that last year with dad, the pervert. Mom had taken a brutal beating over that year and not just in a metaphoric sense. One story in particular I'll never forget. Mom got so  desperate for dad's cock, in fact for any cock, that she let him tape her being fucked by a dog in exchange for giving her a brief screwing that lasted no more than five minutes and left her almost on the verge of suicide.

                               (To be continued-rolf palsy)

                                            Sister's Pimp - Chapter 8

       The following day I made some phone calls and got a couple of recommendations for plastic surgeons. It took another day or two before I could bring mom in for consultations. For some crazy reason mom and one of those cutters hit it off big time. The surgeon was maybe ten years younger than her, but I could see that he had the hots for my overweight, saggy mother. The funny part was that mom was getting to look better and better to me as well. I wondered what would be the result when this guy finished turning her into some sex bomb, especially if he was interested in checking her new body out as part of his patient care package.

       When he announced his willingness to take mom on and told me his fee would be a little more than half what the other doctor had bid, I knew he was hooked. What made the deal even better was the work would be done piecemeal, meaning that mom could still handle her customers and probably take care of some of Megan's overflow as well. So for the next two weeks she went in as his last patient for the day and got shot up with a series of botox and collagen injections, took not one but two high colonic procedures administered by the surgeon himself, had liposuction performed on her belly, hips, thighs and ass, as well as micro dermal treatments for her face.

       Most of the time I dropped by and picked her up afterward. It didn't take long for me to figure that the surgeon was also giving her another type of injection as well. I hadn't seen mom looking so chipper ever. I guess there is nothing like getting plenty of good hard dick from a hot guy who is also rebuilding your face and body to turn you into a woman who commands attention wherever she goes.

       His work was outstanding and it got me to thinking about all my other customers who might benefit from some minor or major changes in their physical appearance. It took me no time at all to imagine what little Tracy Klunder would look like with a boob job. The young tease would probably be fighting the studs off with a club, or perhaps be working part time for me as a whore to supplement her allowance or to save for college. I could just see her mom, Ruthie, headed for the cutter in order to have her small tits turned into economy sized fun bags so she could feel better about herself and perhaps even get back into the dating scene.  The future was getting brighter and brighter the more I thought about it.

       While all this was going on, Megan took up her new assignment as advisor to the Bross boys, who turned into easy marks once they got it through their thick skulls that if they listened to what she suggested and put it into practice, they would start getting opportunities to score with the teen tramps that frequented the high school that they attended. Megan was also smart enough to recommend to their mother that she might reward her sons with some pussy now and then if Megan felt they were making good progress in their home studies, especially the sex lab which featured one on one instruction by their mentor, Megan. In point of fact it often turned into a threesome, but Megan had no problem with that since they were quick studies and demonstrated a good grasp of the materials they were taught. After a time she started looking forward to doing the nasty with boys more her own age, especially if they knew what turned her on, and the Bross brothers did in spades.

       Once Megan took the Bross boys under her wing and started to turn them into fairly normal teenagers, which meant they went around on all fours looking for teen pussy, my relations with their mother improved significantly. Now when we weren't fucking or sucking, she would be quite animated, letting me know how her boys were progressing and even describing the hot sex she had with them on occasion. I had to laugh to myself when she confessed that she had the hots for my sister; who didn't these days? I started to wonder if perhaps there might come a time for Megan to see the same surgeon that was transforming mom into a sex bomb who could give her daughter a run for her money. Teen pussy can be extremely resilient, but the amount of dick my sister was handling was heavy even for a seasoned sex worker, which she certainly wasn't, at least yet.

       I'm getting ahead of myself, so let me back off and describe the way the situation with Megan, Tracy and yours truly finally got resolved.  As I mentioned previously, Ruth Klunder had already begun to make a move on Megan and my sister was most happy to reciprocate. Then there was the budding relationship between Tracy and my sister that had the potential to lead to some very kinky sex between those two and Ruthie. All that was well and good, but there still was the matter between Megan and myself. When I finally woke up to the fact that my little sister was now a demi-sex bomb and was drawing all sorts of attention, but was reserving herself, once she got off work, for yours truly, it had become now or never.

       I rented a fancy hotel suite for a weekend and got mom to handle those customers of Megan who didn't mind a change of pace, especially for a twenty-five percent discount. It was like a mini-honeymoon for us, and we made the most of it. Megan stripped down and made a little pirouette to show off her tight, rounded buns and shaved pussy featuring some serious cunt lips, plus a nice sized clit peeping from the top of her cunt mouth.  When she added to that a set of tits that were round, firm and still growing, with nipples that were fat and sassy, I got major wood in one big hurry. My sister wanted us to take a shower together before we settled down for some very serious fucking and sucking, and who was I to argue with this slim,shapely goddess that had sprung from the skinny body of that thirteen year-old girl I last saw leaving home for college.

       It was unbelievable the way I felt when Megan and I embraced and started kissing under the warm cascade of warm water that fell on us. Since I'd left home there had been literally hundreds of women whose needs I had satisfied; yet there was nothing to compare to what was happening in this king-sized shower stall with clear glass sides to keep the excitement at a high level for all those newly weds who would come through this suite. My cock was so hard it hurt, and it didn't help matters that the head was buried in my sister's navel. It took all the will power I possessed to avoid dumping a load of boiling cum all over her belly.

       Her tongue explored my mouth and she started grinding her wet body against my chest and then her hands went to work on my cock and those fat testicles that felt as if they contained a quart of cum in each. My lips started at her ear lobe and deferred to my teeth, which nibbled away at the soft flesh while she began to slowly and gently stroke my rigid shaft, bringing me closer and closer to an explosion that I wanted desperately to postpone until we were in bed together.

       For one of the few times I've been with a female, I didn't get my way. When she cupped my family jewels in the palms of her hands and rubbed her belly against my groin, I splattered Megan from just below her hard nippled tits down to that pinkish clam of a cunt mouth she presented. It was funny, but I felt weak in the knees after shooting off like that. It was as if I had lost all the air in my body when the last drop of hot cum dribbled onto her wet, bare body,  joining the droplets that were formed by the shower of warm water.

       Megan overstepped her bounds, deliberately I discovered later, and for that she had to pay a penalty. What my sneaky sister did was quickly scoop up some of the cum I'd blasted all over her belly and pressed her cum soaked fingers to my lips. I reacted by licking them clean, until I realized what she had just made me do. That was unacceptable and she knew it. Next thing I knew, she was on her knees sucking my cock like it was a big lollipop. I moved away and ordered her to her feet. She refused and I stepped from the shower and started toweling off, ignoring my naked sister. Ignoring Megan was fairly easy now that the edge had been taken off once she got me to spurt.

       The scamp waited until I was almost completely dry before making her exit and immediately started playing grab-ass with me, forcing plenty of contact with her wet body. It felt great, but she still had to pay for her impertinence. She took a swat on the butt from me and her eyes got wide. When I whacked her on the hip as well she pouted, stuck her tongue out at me, then declared I obviously took after her father. That remark got me going and the next thing I knew, she was across my lap once I seated myself on the closed toilet. I tore into her outstanding ass and began to give those tight buns a sound spanking as she kicked and tried to wiggle off my lap. I got in maybe half a dozen good whacks on her cute butt, turning them a bright shade of red.   However her wiggling caused my cock to return to being rock hard and so I did what any sex-crazed guy dealing with a hot looking teenage teaser would do, I dragged her out to the king-sized bed and we went at it.

       For the next couple of hours we took turns showing off what we were capable of doing to the opposite sex. I did my triple tonguing with full twist trick and she responded with a hum job that was major league. We fucked in half a dozen exotic positions without getting off, then got off twice back-to back in the missionary position. We did sixty-nine for nearly half an hour while we were recovering from the back-to back orgasms. She worked her middle finger up my asshole and massaged my prostate until I had to roll over on her and sink my cock into her dripping pussy for still another great fuck. Finally we settled down on our backs side by side and played with each other's equipment, her hand skinning my cock skillfully while I finger fucked her juicy pussy and made her lick my fingers clean every so often. Naturally when she finally made me shoot off for the last time in this session I had to reciprocate. Fortunately my goo was so watery I could barely taste the salt.

       We took a nap before dinner and fucked again before we got dressed and went down to eat. We had developed appetites that could only be described as ravenous. I warned her that fucking on a full stomach was a ticket to slumberland; however she continued to shovel the food into her mouth and promised me her ass if she fell asleep before I was satisfied. That was incentive enough for me to skip dessert, but Megan inhaled her chocolate surprise along wih a big glass of milk. We took a short walk around the place and checked out the pool for tomorrow when we needed a break from screwing so we could get our second wind and go back to doing what came naturally.

       Once back in the room we jumped into the shower, played some grab ass and adjourned to the bed for another round of sucking and fucking. Megan started yawning halfway through the first round of fucking, which was being done at her request in the doggy position. I was happily pumping my stiff cock into that tight pussy and enjoying the view of her fine, taut buns bouncing in rhythm with my thrusts. I leaned over and got a couple of handfuls of bare boob to play with as I reamed her out. Initially she had been matching my thrusting with some of her own, but now she was just holding her body steady and allowing me to to do all the heavy work. That was fine with me since I'd built up a good head of steam.

       Gradually her head went from straight up to lolling as I pumped and humped her for all I was worth. By the time I unloaded deep inside her less than soaking cunt, her head was down, ready to auger into the mattress once I withdrew from her well-fucked twat. Nature called and I left for a brief time to tap a kidney. Upon returning I was greeted by a reasonable facsimile of Sleeping Beauty. I did not have the heart to wake her and say "I told you so." Instead I climbed into bed, wrapped an arm around her pert boobs and nodded off myself. It had been a great first day and I hoped that tomorrow could be as good.

                               (To be continued-rolf palsy)

                                     Sister's Pimp - Chapter 13

       I awoke first, but before I could get out of bed mom rolled over and gave me a faceful of tit. What a nice way to start the day I thought. However before mom and I could pick up at where we left off last night, there was this matter of a full bladder I had to handle. She was in the same fix and so we wound up making our way to the bathroom to relieve ourselves and then hopefully get in a little snuggling and fucking before starting the day in the outside world. Always the gentleman I allowed mom to take a seat on the toilet while I waited.

       She looked up at me and gave me a grin as she cupped her big tits and presented them to me for my inspection. The nipples were rock hard and that didn't do much to relieve my morning piss hard-on. Then mom challenged me to pee all over her tits while she relieved herself. The sight of her piss streaming from between her fat cunt lips and dribbling over her thighs only made my dick stiffer, and I knew I was in deep yogurt as far as water sports were concerned. She finished and wagged her finger at me like I was a little boy again. I had to promise to pee on her before the day was over; something I would be only too happy to deliver on.

       Mom wasn't done with me yet. She got up and stood beside me as I tried to go. Then she wrapped her hand around my super stiff cock and began to jerk it slowly, all the time licking my ear. I had to beg her to leave me alone before my bladder exploded. She gave my dick a hard squeeze and stuck her tongue in my ear before taking her time leaving, exaggerating the movement of her outstanding  ass cheeks as she headed back to bed. That woman was going to make a wreck out of me unless I went on the offensive.

       She was spread out on the bed, holding her cunt lips apart to show me the pink and her very angry red, swollen clitoris that she must have been strumming like a ukulele ever since she got back into bed. I almost attacked her in my eagerness to bury the bone into that juicing clam. I gave my hot mother one major pounding and she loved each and every stroke she got. I probably deserved to have my gigolo license suspended for the way I mistreated my best client, caring only for my own selfish needs, which fortunately dovetailed neatly with her own. She suggested a rematch as soon as I caught my breath, but I had to defer since there was major business ahead today with a client, namely Ruth Klunder and her hot-to-trot daughter, Tracy.

       As I drove over to the Klunder place I thought about what had been transpiring these last few days. Mom and I were getting close, very close, not a bad thing. Megan and I still had not resolved our relationship to my  satisfaction. Business was booming, but on the verge of getting out of hand. Then there was the matter of Dr. Daniel Patterson, cosmetic surgeon to the elite, the beautiful people as well as the not so beautiful people who just happened to have lots of money for his unique services. In the best of all possible worlds he and mom would become a couple and at the same time support my ambitions to become a super pimp/gigolo.

       It seemed that the longer my clientele list became, the less fun I had. Instead of bedding and boinking my clients, I was worrying about how to take care of their various problems, to wit their children. Oh for the good old days when I was just a kept man and had one function, and it didn't involve over or undersexed teenagers. That led to the conflict between what mom told me about Megan's condition and what my sister said in begging off to making this visit to Ruthie and her oversexed daughter. Was there something going on that I wasn't in on? I'd soon find out. Last, but certainly not least was why hadn't Mrs. Bromback called this morning after ten as I had asked? I didn't even want to speculate on that one!

       It turned out that there was something going on that I didn't know about, and I picked up on it as soon as the door opened and Mrs. Klunder ushered me inside. Usually I'd get a welcoming kiss and a good rubbing from my client whether I was visiting her or her daughter. Normally that robe she wore would somehow open to reveal lots of Mrs. Klunder and that forest of pubic hair guarding her cunt. That was not the case today. I decided that caution was the watch word, let her make the first move, whatever it might be. It didn't take long in coming. "My daughter is upstairs in bed. What happened to her last night is partially your fault." The air suddenly felt icy cold, and I discovered I lacked the proper clothing for the climate.

       Tracy Klunder was propped up by pillows, and to one side was one of her favorite stuffed animals. All the little cock-teaser needed was a halo over her empty head. Someone or ones had nailed the little prick teaser last night, and it was my fault for not being around to protect Mrs. Klunder's little darling. I played it cool and waited for the obligatory tale of woe from the aggreived party, all ninety-three lying pounds of her. Ruthie settled herself down on the bed next to her precious whore-in-training daughter and urged the urchin to speak. I decided to stand my ground in more ways than one. This way the two of them had to look up to me, a little trick I had learned in my former dealings with more than one outraged client who thought she had paid too much for what she got.

       As the tyke got started telling me her version of what happened last night, I enjoyed the view of those puffy nipples, one of her best features, poking through the almost transparent teddy she was wearing. She was on her second date of the night; the first one had not gone well since her date wanted more than the blowjob he received. Her gallant date had not only removed her soaked thong and given her juicy twat a nice lick, he had told her he was taking them for a souvenir of what he hoped would be a memorable encounter of the most intimate kind. Tracy had been sorely tempted, especially when he pulled her top up and feasted on her braless tits, sucking the nipples until they were like two little erasers. By then she had fished his super hard cock from his pants and was jacking him off at a nice pace while she enjoyed his fat tongue washing her tits from top to bottom.

       Without warning someone who was hiding in the back seat of the car grabbed her around the neck and started choking her. She passed out and the next thing she remembered was waking up in a strange house without any clothes on, and surrounded by a bunch of teenage boys, most of whom she recalled dating at one time or another during the last few weeks. To her horror she discovered that her hands were tied behind her back and something that tasted awful was filling her mouth. Her most recent date stood over her and said that she had teased her last dude. Before they let her go she was going to be fucked silly by every guy in the room and probably more than once. He also added that he hoped she wasn't on any kind of birth control so there would be a good chance that she'd be pregnant when they were done with her.

       Poor "innocent" Tracy lost count of the number of guys who fucked her tight little pussy until early in the morning. There were short ones, long ones, fat ones and skinny ones. Most were cut, but not all. A few felt good, most of them didn't. Guys with big cocks used them to hurt her. Guys with small ones usually slapped her face and twisted her nipples while they were fucking her. A lot of them spit in her face during or after they got done fucking her. Pictures were taken almost constantly and they told her if she told anyone about this they would put some of the pictures on the Internet, send some to the school plus other parents, and sell the rest overseas.

       Lots of them did her more than once, and they caused plenty of major pain and suffering by then. One guy with a fairly average sized cock did her four times, and the last time he made her bleed so much that they stopped doing her. Then they dragged her into the bathroom and put her in the tub so they could stand around and pee on her as she lay in a pool of piss that got deeper and deeper before the last guy was finished peeing all over her. A couple of the guys carried her stark naked body out to a car and put her in the trunk.

       They released her, still tied and gagged, about a block from her house and told her she'd get it even worse the next time if she ever started teasing her dates again. Somehow Tracy managed to get back to her house without being seen. At this point the little cock teaser pulled back the covers to show me her raw, puffy cunt, proof positive that she had indeed been gangbanged. I really felt bad that I hadn't had a chance to nail this little twat before the gang did, but I figured there would be plenty of time for that, since she and her mother were not going to do anything rash, including firing their friendly neighborhood gigolo.

       At my suggestion, Ruthie met with me in her bedroom. She was very angry and so I decided it was time to give the lady a break from reality to take her mind off her troubles, which to me were nothing more than her dumb daughter's growing pains. I'd have Megan over here this afternoon to take care of both of them, no matter how long it took. There was still the matter of Mrs. Bromback and her twins, but I'd be able to handle that and still have some time left over to do mom the way she deserved to be done.

       While all this was turning over in my mind, Ruth Klunder shrugged off her robe to reveal lots of Ruth, which demanded lots of my attention. I made a note to add this to my bill for the month. She evidently hadn't been too distraught since she wore my favorite outfit, a garter belt that framed her hairy cunt, black stockings and an open nipple bra. Those nipples were her second best feature, after her tight, wet cunt, and they were stiff as glass right now. It looked like it was going to be hand-to-hand combat for a good long time, and I hoped I'd be up to it, in more ways than one.

       I began my assault by licking the insides of her thighs to tease her. Licking turned into kissing and then sucking, as I moved my base of operations closer to her fat-lipped cunt mouth. Her springy pubic hair was an obstacle that always caused me grief by making me sneeze. Now I used this weakness as a strength, sneezing forcefully and directly into her cunt, making her yelp and push her pussy upwards. If I was quick enough, and I was, I managed to nip the hanging flab from her butt, causing her even more embarrassment.

       Then it was a frontal attack on that hairy jungle guarding her best feature. I gnawed at her flesh and strained her pubic hair on my way to her snatch. I pushed my tongue into that juicy, warm cavern and let her know in no uncertain terms that this was just a reconnaissance before the main push into her well fortified snatch. Ruthie spread her thighs in abject surrender and whispered for me to do my worst, or was it best. I clambered up that fleshy form and planted my cock in her cunt with one quick thrust. She moaned and wiggled her body to seat my staff properly before allowing me to pound away at her sensitive fuck tunnel to my heart's content.

       For reasons I could not understand I was on top of my game, not to mention Ruth Klunder's quivering body. At one point I had my tongue half way down her throat, both nipples stretched to their limit and my cock almost touching bottom, all at the same time. She must have thought she was being gangbanged by a bunch of midgets. Ruth surprised me with her agility, wrapping her thighs around my hips to keep my cock buried in her convulsing cunt. She managed to work her tongue into my mouth and we swapped spit by the minute as I plowed that hot, wet furrow for all I was worth. All good things must come to an end and so I finally splattered the walls of her fuck tunnel with my offering. Even after blowing my nuts, I still had enough left over to squeeze her buns until she squeaked while I dry fucked her with my three quarter hard cock. She begged for more, but I explained that I had other clients to comfort in their hour of need.

       As I dressed, she shamelessly masturbated, her eyes focused on me as she strummed her fat clit until her fingers were a blur. I was sorely tempted, but Mrs. Bromback needed my assistance as well, not to mention dear old mom who would probably put me through the wringer just for giggles. I did one more good deed, giving Ruthie the phone number of a doctor I knew who didn't ask questions when it came to underage teens needing some moral support as well as access to the morning after pill and a very thorough pelvic examination with all the trimmings to make sure that nothing had been displaced or worse still, infected. Then I baited the hook and watched Ruth take it, as I casually mentioned that Megan, Tracy, Ruth and I had to get together very soon to physically mend any fences that might have been damaged by what occurred last night. I thought she was going to pass out from the way she suddenly began hyperventilating.

                               ( To be continued - rolf palsy )

                                     Sister's Pimp - Chapter 14

       As I headed towards the Bromback residence it dawned on me that perhaps the twins had overcome their mother and actually turned her into their prisoner. That certainly would explain the lack of a phone call this morning. Then again, why hadn't Megan gone with me to see the Klunders? Was it possible that the twins had called her and she had decided to take over for me in that matter? I didn't like that idea at all. Ten minutes later I was at the door ringing the bell. I'd taken the liberty to see that Mrs. Bromback's car was in the garage, so I knew she was home.

       The girl, Loni I think her name was, opened the door after the fourth ring. I knew something was up by the look on her face. She got almost white when I questioned her about why her mother hadn't called me as I asked. When she didn't reply, I inquired if her mother was home and got a nod for an answer. When I asked if I could see her, Loni sighed and told me to follow her up the stairs.This gave me a chance to check her out, since she was only wearing a teddy over a pair of bikini panties. She had definite promise based on the way her cheeks twitched from side to side. I almost forgot why I was here, then I shook myself and made a bet that Mrs. Bromback would be naked and tied down to a bed, perhaps her own. I made it a trifecta  when I also speculated that her pussy would be almost as raw and sore as little Tracy Klunder's.

       With a half smile, Loni opened the door to her mother's bedroom and ushered me inside. One quick look told me that two out of three wasn't too bad. Patricia Bromback was tied spreadeagle fashion to the queen sized bed. Her son was on top of her sawing away on her cunt as she moaned and her toes actually curled. I walked around to the side so I could get a good look at what was going on. The boy was well hung for sixteen, and with some coaching he soon would be fighting off the teen tramps of Arnold Palmer High with a stick. Based on the blissful look on his mother's face, he was making a very good impression on her in more ways than one. That's all I needed, some competition from her son!

       I felt Loni's presence as she stood next to me in her see-through teddy and told her brother that his time was almost up. "I want to lick mom and suck out all that cum you shoot inside her. Now hurry up and finish her off so I can do my thing." I was flabbergasted at the blase' way she handled what was transpiring on the bed. From this angle I could watch Pat Bromback's cunt lips open and close as her son's cock plunged deep into her juicing cunt. There was a nice big wet spot located at the junction of her spread thighs, evidence that she had been taking plenty of cock and tongue, perhaps for the entire night.

       My client looked up at me and smiled as her son's dick reamed out her tight pussy. "Sorry I didn't call until after you left, but these two kept me pretty busy when we all woke up this morning. I don't know which one does me the best, him with that big hard cock or her fast tongue that has been in places I didn't even know could get me off. These two have been holding out on their poor old mother, and I intend to stop that as soon as they untie me." Her children laughed at that remark and the boy went deep, bringing a strangled gasp from his helpless mother.

       Loni unconsciously or deliberately rubbed up against me as she watched her brother stiffen and begin to pump his latest load of baby-making fluid into his mother's yielding cunt as she rolled her eyes and trembled. It looked as if Mrs. Bromback was going to be another patient for my doctor friend to handle today. I wondered  if he gave volume discounts for the women and girls I steered his way. From the looks of what was going on here, he'd probably have an IUD implanted in my client in no time flat. Her son pulled out with a loud pop and some cum and pussy juice started oozing from between Pat's blood engorged cunt lips. It turns out his name was Will, which solved another little mystery.

       Loni pulled off her teddy revealing a very nice set of pert tits that had just begun to blossom. She'd be another heartbreaker for the boys at Arnold Palmer to fantasize about as they beat their meat just before they drifted off to a dream filled sleep featuring their favorite porn star or high school wet dream such as Brandi Barnes. I was sorely tempted to hang around and watch this little sex machine in action. Her mom was already beginning to moan and shift her body against the ropes holding her fast. However I had responsibilities to exercise, starting with wild Will as I nicknamed him.

       He gave me his version of what happened after I left last night. It seems that Loni's taste test got their mother off in a big way. However once she returned from wherever Loni's fast tongue had sent her, she was consumed with embarrassment over her behavior. They tried to console her, but she got even more agitated. Pat tried to escape to her bedroom, but they woudn't allow that for fear that she might do something to harm herself. It was Loni who suggested that they tie their mother down to the bed so she couldn't hurt herself. Once she was restrained, their mother calmed down and they thought everything was going to be fine.

       She asked if she could kiss each child goodnight. This did not turn out well at all. She frenched Will like a teenager and moaned. This combined with the proximity of all that bare flesh, since Pat was still naked from the little session the trio had downstairs, acted to get him hard, very hard and very horny. What pushed him over the edge was when Loni and her mom swapped spit and his sister stuck three fingers up her mother's wet cunt and made her suck her juices off them. At that point he lost it and the fun began.

       They started off with Loni sitting on her mother's face while Will worked his hard cock into his mom's soaking wet snatch. He didn't last more than a few minutes or so despite all the screwing he had done with his sister previously. Then Loni sucked his cum out of their mother's cunt and made the woman down it after swishing his cum around in her mouth until Loni told her to swallow. After that, Loni made her mother have two orgasms, the second one was so huge that she passed out. That got Will all excited once again and he finished her off for the night by screwing her a second time until he flooded her convulsing fuck tunnel with another load of little swimmers. They let their mother go to sleep after that and went to their room where they fucked again before calling it a night.

       It sounded as if Will had pumped a quart of cum into his mother's cunt in the last half day, not a good sign. She might still be able to ovulate, which meant a possible blessed event in about nine months from now. On the bright side she wouldn't have to worry about getting pregnant during that period. I winced when after I asked how many times Will had boinked his mom today, he had to pause to count them up, before replying the last one was number five, but he was sure he could do her lots more before he ran out of cum to shoot. I looked him squarely in the eye and told him I'd tie his dick into a knot if he even got near his mom until she had some good protection against his little armada of blind swimmers. The quizzical look on his  face told me I'd wasted some of my valuable time.

       After making an emergency doctor's appointment  for Mrs. Bromback and having to listen to his secretary give me a hard time, unfortunately not the one I'd really appreciate from that sex bomb, she penciled my client in for very late in the afternoon. I knew what that trio of sex crazed folks would be doing for the rest of the time, and I just shrugged, since that was out of my hands. Just what I needed, another sex mad family, incest unlimited. Then it struck me that who was I to talk. I'd spent most of the weekend nailing my sister and plenty of time since I'd arrived back home doing the nasty with my mother. You talk abut a family into incest, we were the standard based on my knowledge.

       Before leaving I stuck my head into the bedroom to let the children know about the appointment time. What I saw almost made me stay. Loni was doing a teenage superior sixty-nine with her mother, who had been retied so that her legs were pinned almost by her ears. This allowed her son to be the first to sodomize her, after twenty plus years of fucking. It was slow going as he wedged inch after slow inch of his hard cock between her cheeks. It took an effort of the will, but I resisted temptation and took my leave, shutting the bedroom door behind me. I had a date with my mother and perhaps even Megan, so I didn't want to be late for that potential family battle royal.

       I walked into the living room to discover mom and Megan locked in a hot sixty-nine while in the background a girl-girl porn tape was running to a nonexistent audience. "Where have I seen this before?" I said  before introducing myself to the ladies. They ignored me so I sat down and checked out the porn tape which was one I hadn't seen. Then it dawned on me that it was Megan and Tracy going at it, and on the couch watching them and strumming her bloated clit as fast as her hand could move was Ruthie, wearing only a bra and garter belt. On closer inspection, it turned out to be shot in the Klunder living room. Had Megan gone into the amateur porn business as well? The more I thought about that idea the better I liked it. I had a cast of almost a dozen people who probably would love to see themselves doing the nasty with their immediate family members as well as others in the same situation as they were. What a concept!

       It looked as if my mother and sister were going to be occupied for some time to come, so a hot shower sounded very inviting. I'd been on the go for almost the entire day and the thought of just standing under a cascade of hot water floating all my troubles away was most enticing. Fifteen minutes later I was patting myself dry when the door to the bathroom opened and my two little buddies entered with mischievous looks on their faces. The aroma of pussy juice filled the steamy room and the next thing I knew we were all in the shower with Megan and mom on their knees, my sister sucking my cock until it felt like it was going to explode and mom spreading my butt cheeks apart so she could get her tongue busy on my asshole.I was in heaven.

       Megan got a mouthful after a few minutes of enthusiastic sucking helped along by mom's magic tongue that had actually gotten past my sphincter and was just beginning to approach my swollen prostate. Damn, my mom had turned into a real pro in such a short time. I was marched into the bedroom and told I had to deliver on my various promises. Then they got busy roping my wrists and ankles to the corners of mom's queen sized bed, informing me that my cock was now in their possession and it would do as they wished or I'd be punished severely.

       To demonstrate what that meant, mom sat on my face and managed to get my nose buried between her ass cheeks. She very carefully kept me on the verge of passing out. Meanwhile Megan sucked and jacked my dick until it was hard. I could barely hear what she said, but it sounded as if she was promising that when I went off, it would be an experience I'd never forget. I thought that was a bit of a reach, but as it turned out, she wasn't kidding. The only problem was it took three tries before I blew my nuts plus the top of my head off.

       You talk about torture, this was murder! Twice I was one or two short strokes from shooting my load of cum from my churning balls, but having mom abort the launch each time. All was forgiven when everything  was timed perfectly and just as I passed out, my dick twitched and my balls churned and a blast of fiery cum arced from the tip of my twitching cock and landed on mom's tits, bringing a whistle from Megan. I had gone away about then and when I returned from whatever planet that ejaculation sent me, the ladies were grinning down at me, ready for more fun and games.

       While mom revived me with some neat oral action combined with a finger that knew exactly where my prostate was located, Megan presented her asshole for my attention. I licked it, I kissed it, I tongued it, I sucked it. She gave me a B-minus for my efforts and mom chuckled and squeezed my nuts until my eyes bulged. Megan gave me another crack at her ass crack, and this time I did better, all the way up to an A-minus. Mom rewarded me by sucking my balls in turn until they were glistening with her saliva and super tight. Now it was her turn for a pony ride and ride me she did.

       To make it more interesting, Megan sat on my face and bounced her tight buns up and down, keeping pace with mom's movements. Megan described me as a living dildo, but mom wasn't as generous, comparing me to pogo stick that needed some oiling. That was a low blow, but she hopped off, and slathered my cock with baby oil to make it nice and slippery.

       I expected her to slip it back into her cunt, but she surprised me by placing the head against her tight asshole and sitting down full force, driving my cock almost entirely inside her earthy anal tube. She was tight, really tight. Then she started bouncing up and down on my slick shaft and to my amazement and her amusement I shot another watery load into that forbidden territory. Megan got into the act by sucking my much diluted cum from her mother's asshole and then feeding it to me, mouth to mouth, as mom looked on and beamed.

       I was completely wasted and they knew it. They suggested we all take a break and let me tell them what had transpired today on my two visits, not to mention last evening's activity as well. Mom promised me a surprise that would make my life a bit easier, and Megan offered to give me the lowdown on the burgeoning amatuer porn business in which she had gotten involved only a few days ago, plus the real lowdown on the sex adventures of Tracy Klunder, girl sex manaic. I was all ears to learn as much as the two of them knew. It promised to be a very interesting conversation we were about to have.

       Mom wanted all the gory details on Megan's session with the rich gigolo. I was just as interested, since Megan hadn't shared her experiences with me except for a few moans and groans about how bad it was. All I really knew was that it deprived me of a marvelous chance to get into my sister's asshole. Megan at first was reluctant to give us the low down on just what exactly happened to her that evening as she went one on one with Jonathan.  Like a good trouper she bowed to the majority, and now we all would know.

                       ( To be continued - rolf palsy )    

                                     Sister's Pimp - Chapter 15

       Sis took a deep breath and launched into her story about what happened at the suite while I was away.  As soon as they were alone Jonathan ordered Megan onto the bed and began tying her up in such a position as to make her asshole easily accessible. At that moment she knew what kind of an evening it was going to be. She almost wet herself when he stuffed a pair of Marian's ripe panties into her mouth and used a convenient roll of duct tape that he just happened to have in his valise to keep them in place. Megan almost passed out from fear when he pulled out a recorder and set the camera up to show her totally exposed body. He calmed her down by telling her that he always taped his sex sessions, but only for his own files. Jonathan didn't need any money, so they stayed in his locked safe unless he was showing them to friends.

       Satisfied that all was in readiness, he stroked himself to hardness and then began to brutally sodomize her. He pounded her mercilessly, not seeming to be interested in anything except the terrified expression on her face. When he got close to spurting, he backed his cock out and amused himself by rubbing it over her stiff-nippled tits until he was ready to "go deep" again. The first time it took him almost an hour before he let out a bellow and creamed her bowels with his initial load of cum. By this time she was beginning to bleed, but not in any great quantity.

       After removing her gag, he focused the camera to capture her in close-up mode licking and sucking off everything that his cock had picked up while he was ass fucking her. Megan was hard pressed not to vomit, but her failure this time didn't seem to bother him, for as he told her, they had all night to get it right. He then put her to work sucking his cock until it was hard enough to resume ass fucking his teenaged victim. After gagging her he started to plow open her loosening asshole, all the while telling her about all the young "teens" he had done this very same thing to over the years. He also mentioned his trips to Asia where he nailed plenty of young stuff in hotel rooms and had his efforts captured on tape. In those countries the "girls" were all thirteen, no matter how young or old they looked.

       The second anal rape was brutal. Megan was only fifteen and not as limber as a gymnast. Her muscles started cramping from the awkward position she was forced to assume, with her legs pulled up and back to be anchored at the ankles no more than a few inches from her ears. This time he took his time and dealt her one crunching blow after another, without any fear of cumming prematurely. He drilled her out until there was a small pool of blood collecting beneath her battered asshole. Megan passed out and nearly swallowed her gag, causing him to have to pause to retrieve the gag and put it back into her mouth properly.

       

       This time he picked up the pace and nearly ruptured her colon from the force generated by his thick cock as it plowed deep into her tight channel. This time after he had flooded her colon with his sperm, and she  was cleaning off his bloody cock with her mouth, she vomited and he let out a whoop of happiness at this display. Indeed the camera had caught everything in all its ugliness, and he was completely satisfied to the point that he called housekeeping to clean up the mess Megan had made of the bedding. The woman who came spoke no English and took care of everything without comment. He tipped her lavishly and she left, blind to what she had just seen, including a wasted Megan in her robe looking as if she was passed out in the chair by the window. After making sure that she wasn't bleeding too badly, he called and had Megan picked up by yours truly.

       Mom insisted that I perform anallingus on my sister as an apology for putting her in such a terrible situation, while she described the new opportunity she had discovered quite by accident. Megan wasted no time pulling down her panties and stretching her tight body out on the couch so I could begin to work on her butthole with my tongue and anything else she might suggest I insert. So I got busy and mom told us a very interesting story concerning a woman she met in the supermarket the other day.

       Mom  happened to notice this very attractive woman in her early forties, rather overdressed for shopping. One thing led to another and she introduced herself when she saw that the lady in question seemed to be having a difficult time selecting from among all the brightly colored boxes and jars of everything under the sun. Her perfume was intoxicating and mom's knees began to get weak as she got close enough to get a good view of her clevage, not to mention her well groomed hair and tastefully made-up face. If there ever was lust at first sight, this was it.

       Mom suggested they take a break and have some coffee at the little alcove off to the side of the main aisles. Martine Calvert had recently emigrated to America and was having some difficulty coping with this new land and its strange customs. This was her first time out shopping and she was totally confused. All the while mom was staring at her bosom when she wasn't checking out her legs that belonged on someone ten years younger at least. Martine certainly did not lack for sophistication, and thus her evaluation of mom was more subtle, but quite thorough. One thing led to another and the two of them formed a joint food shopping expedition that was most successful, and led to Martine inviting mom to her place located nearby.

       Mom was taken aback by the tastefully furnished apartment in which her new friend lived. It said money, in large denominations. Martine gave her a tour that ended in the bedroom featuring a custom made bed and a marvelous view of the city. Before she knew what had happened she was half naked and ardently kissing Martine's carmined lips. The woman reciprocated by worming her tongue into mom's mouth and gently squeezing her shapely, but enhanced tits. In less time than it takes to tell, they were both naked, their bodies entwined and the smell of wet pussy beginning to fill the room.

       Over the next few hours they periodically came up for air and to regain their strength that had been depleted by the near constant orgasms they produced in each other. Mom had finally met the woman of her dreams and Martine had made her first new friend in America. Like some European women, Martine eschewed the razor when it came to her underarms and pubic region. That was fine with mom who quickly developed a taste for these delightful playgrounds.

       In bits and pieces Martine revealed a life of pampered luxury, produced by the many long term relationships she had with men and a few women, all of them powerful and rich. Unfortunately her last liaison was with a well known politician that went sour as they sometimes do. In exchange for a rather large sum of money that came from the family of the politician's wife, she was bought off and agreed to take up residence in the US, a land with which she had some passing familiarity from previous extended trips.

       Mom let it slip about what she did while in the throes of passion, just after Martine had eaten her cunt until she saw stars and felt as if her body was melting into a puddle of pussy juice. Her companion squealed with delight at this revelation and urged her to tell all. Mom did her best to put a positive spin on her activities, claiming she was doing it merely to support her two children until they established themselves financially. Both Megan and I acted insulted, and warned mom she would have to pay for this slight, and not just with money either.

       She in turn commented that she had little excess energy these days thanks to Martine's knowing tongue and other tools she planned to employ to further reduce her new-found friend to total subservience. I let mom know in no uncertain terms that Martine Calvert would have to demonstrate her ability before I would even consider her for employment in my organization. That brought a laugh from both of my moneymakers. To be honest, I was quite excited about the opportunity to get my hands on  this woman and sincerely hoped that she would enjoy working with us.

       Megan insisted that I continue working on her asshole since I'd finally gotten it right and she didn't want to have me waste more asshole sucking time learning how to do it correctly again. I was too busy enjoying the way her little brown eye was winking at me every so often that I just kept on "trucking" to her delight. So she started the tale of Tracy Klunder and was I amazed!

       According to the way Megan told it, little Tracy got very jealous of the budding relationship between her and Ruth Klunder. She had walked in on the twosome on a number of occasions to find them naked and locked pussy to mouth, grinding and groaning as they got each other off again and again while the little teen teaser gawked at their antics. Although Tracy was almost as old as my sister, she lacked some of the equipment that was normally necessary to be known as a tramp, like Megan. My sister wasn't even enrolled at Arnold Palmer High thanks to the home schooling "grift" her parents had used to keep her working at her father's dream to make Megan a super whore before she was sixteen.

       Megan had a full blown set of tits that were on their way to perhaps becoming C or even D-cup size. Tracy's were just buds starting to poke out from her flat chest. While Megan had been battling the issue of pubic hair since she was twelve, Tracy had what was at best described as peach fuzz, which I personally thought was kind of cute. Poor Tracy even had a high pitched voice that gave her peers reason to nickname her "Squeaky". Admittedly Megan's advice and support when it came to the new Tracy and her wardrobe had worked wonders, but she still lacked the credentials associated with a teenaged slut. So Tracy decided to go for the gold and seduce a teacher, a male teacher.

       She started by becoming the class ballbreaker and soon she had her name on a permanent seat in detention, step one on the road to sluthood. Tracy upped the ante by refusing to wear panties to class. She'd sit in her assigned seat and flash her peach fuzz covered slit to any male teacher who cared to look her way. One of the women teachers, jealous of the competition from this budding tramp, reported her to the school principal, Niles Nailer.

       He in turn had a heart-to-heart with her, featuring an over the lap spanking of her bare butt in the presence of his live-in secretary who acted as a witness that nothing sexual occurred. Tracy did however get very, very wet and this only incentivized her to go for the whole enchilada, namely the principal himself. All that tactic caused was Tracy Klunder was selected, under threat of instant expulsion, to become a member of the second session of Camp Fukalot, his concept for lowering the sexual boiling point of his school's teen tramps to a manageable level.

       Tracy wasted no time lowering her sights and in the space of a week she was given rides home from detention that featured detours to nearby teachers' apartments where her new mentors eliminated all evidence of her former virginity, much to her relief. This in turn led to a burst of confidence and her cumming out party that culminated in the gangbang she was now planning to blame on a group of unidentified students from another local high school, yet to be determined. Tracy's mother was in on the ruse in hopes of  landing some new men, claiming the only thing she loved better than a man in uniform was the same man out of hisuniform.

       We laughed and gave Megan a round of applause for her version of Tracy's gangbang, definitely more accurate than the cock and bull story I'd been given. Now Megan and her mother turned their attention to yours truly and prepared to hear my adventures over the last day or so. I hoped my story would be as entertaining as theirs. It began with Pat Bromback's frantic call and ended in Ruth Klunder's bedroom, neatly tying up the loose ends concerning Tracy's gangbang. It also would set the stage for the next round of client needs that were definitely on the horizon.

                                                    ( To be continued - rolf palsy )

                                     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 )

                                      Sister's Pimp - Chapter 17

       The girl blushed and seemed unsure when I asked her to turn slowly so I could get a good look at that sweet ass. I squinted for effect; even though I immediately saw her gorgeous ass had been the target of what looked like either a paddle or some other blunt instrument that covered a large area of that superb bottom. I glanced over at her mother and raised an eyebrow, questioning what I was seeing, and what was this all about. Pat looked like a kid whose hand had been caught in the cookie jar. I waited for her to respond.

       "My cheating husband and I firmly believed in corporal punishment when it came to raising children. The boys got whacked almost every day for a number of years until they figured out it was smarter to at least try to behave than being constantly bent over having me or their father laying the leather to their behinds. Carly has been raised the same way, only the boys have become my surrogate over the past year or so. What you see now is nothing compared to what her cute little behind used to look like for weeks on end."

       "Her brothers were merciless, forcing her always to strip to the skin for her beatings and if she didn't hold her position, usually bent over and holding her ankles, they'd tie her down to their bed and take turns whipping her with a belt until her poor bottom was black and blue, and stayed that way for a week. Once the older thought it would be great fun to whip her little breast buds that were just pushing up. I took a cane to him and he couldn't sit down for a week."

       "That made me decide that he and his brother were not the best candidates to supervise Carly as she grew into womanhood. That's why you are here today. I've decided to trust her to your care, but she will remain at home during the process of training her in matters sexual."

       "I look upon this arrangement as a partnership involving the three of us. My boys are to be excluded, although I'm sure there will be times when they will want to play cowboys and indians with me. Naturally I'm always the indian and worse yet I have a map to a secret gold mine that they want to get from me. A couple of times they've gotten really close to making me tell, but so far, no luck."

       "On those particuar occasions my recovery required that I had to stay in bed for a couple of days and then walk with the aid of a cane, the very one they took turns using on me for the better part of a day when they weren't stretching my inner workings with all sorts of things besides their big cocks. Thank goodness our rules don't allow them to try and make princess Tonka talk more than once a month, or I'd be in the hospital and those demons probably in custody."

       "Starting at our next session Carly will join us, and we will remain a trio until I am satisfied that she is properly trained in the ways of the world. However I do allow you to add other female members of your organization to the mix when you deem it appropriate and I accept your recommendation. Do we have a deal? If so, I'll expect you in ten days, which I believe puts our meeting on the weekend. Of course I expect your fee to be raised some to accommodate my new requirements."

       At this point had Pat Carmody suggested that I reduce my fee, I might have agreed. Getting the opportunity to train a budding sex goddess and be the first to deflower her was a gift from the gods. Add to that her mother, who could hold her own with probably ninety-five percent of all the females in the world, and you have a situation most men could imagine only in their wet dreams.

       So far today had been pretty good, all things considered. There remained the little matter of taking care of those jocks who raped my client, but that could be addressed by a short meeting with principal Nailer, who hadn't changed much since I was a student at the school. Now all that remained was to take care of an obligation that was overdue to my dear old mother.

       The number of cars parked around the house was enough to make any cop suspicious about what was going on inside. We were suffering from an embarrassment of riches when it came to our bread and butter trade. I'd have to think about some way to reduce the number of cars parked within a block of our place. There was a parking lot four blocks away, but our clientele were not the type that would walk four blocks for pussy, especially in the rain or on a hot day. Maybe I could hire one of the local pimp wannabes that were always hanging around trying to score some free pussy, and let him chauffer our clients back and forth from the parking lot. A minor adjustment in our rates could cover this guy plus gas for his car.

       Then I had a brilliant idea; why not hire one of those whores in training as I called the local tramp drop-outs from school? Hire the right one and I could perhaps have another moneymaker working in the house in a few months, all broken into the way we worked and with luck able to generate her own customers, or clients as I liked to refer to those patronizing our establishment. This was one of those times when being a pimp was a most satisfying occupation. Was I glad I had sent a year in college! I was even happier that I got out when I did.

       Entering through the side door, I made my way toward the sitting room where our clients waited for Megan or mom to handle their needs. There were three guys waiting, none of whom I knew. This was another area, security, where we were asking for trouble. I had often thought it would be a smart move to see if any of the local law enforcement folks were interested in a part time job that paid well and had some terrific benefits  provided by our professional staff.

       One of the guys was in a talkative mood and so I sat down beside him and let him ramble. It turned out that one of his buddies was upstairs with mom and was getting some anal to start, then he was going to march her down into the bathroom in cuffs, and give her a golden shower while his buddy watched and beat off onto the hapless whore's face. I arched my eyebrow and gave him my bad-ass look. Then he floored me by saying the whore had been the one to suggest this to his buddy, and didn't mind getting the golden shower in front of an audience.

       Naturally I asked if I could join the crowd to witness the whore getting covered in piss. He laughed and said that I could even join in the fun and piss all over her as well. According to him she said the more the merrier. This was confirmed by the two others sitting here. I could hardly wait. My mother was going to have some explaining to do if what he said was accurate.

       About ten minutes later I heard mom's voice calling down to us that she was ready for her golden shower, and everybody was invited to participate. I led the gang up the stairs to where mom stood with only a smile on her face and her hands cuffed behind her back. Her client, a large gentleman with a big, thick but now limp cock, waved us on with one hand while her tweaked mom's tits with the other.

       Mom never batted an eyelash at my appearance, giving me a big welcoming grin and licking her lips in anticipation of what was to follow. Just before her client marched her into the bathroom, he jammed a finger up her asshole and pulled it out, now covered with his cum. Mom happily sucked it dry as if it were a little cock and asked for more. So I got into the act and without any permission from him or her, scooped a dollop of cum mixed with something else I didn't want to know about, and made her suck my finger clean.

       I got sucking, licking and a long drawn out groan of satisfaction after she made a big production of swishing whatever it was around in her mouth before gulping it down. I stepped back and let the other two guys have their fun as well. Almost against my will, mom's antics were making me hard. I wondered if she knew that the other two guys were probably going to tear off a piece of her asshole or die trying, another great reason for having some professional security guarding against just such behavior.

       The temptation was too great. When mom began to turn to head for the bathroom, her well fucked asshole with it's gaping brown eye still oozing a brownish dribble of some unknown composition seemed to be calling for my hand. In a blink of an eye she got a hearty swat across the rump, causing her to gasp and bringing a round of laughter from the group of guys, all with obvious hard-ons. We then proceeded to follow her swaying hips and gaping asshole down to the end of the corridor where the bathroom was located.

       Mom's client wanted her to lie in the tub, face up, so we could stand shoulder to shoulder and piss all over her bare body. I held out for making her kneel on the floor, her back to the toilet, and we'd surround her on three sides and piss into her face. When I mentioned that she should have her mouth and eyes open, they started grinning at the prospect of totally humiliating her this way. As one guy said, "She's only a whore and that'll remind her that she's a lower form of life."

       As one guy pointed out, the only problem with my suggestion was we stood a good chance of pissing on each other now and then. The other one, who had called my mom a whore, said we should strip and afterward she could lick off any piss that got on us. Then I added that she should have to lick up all the piss that got on the floor as well. That cinched it, mom was told to kneel, keep her mouth and eyes open and her head held back. The hard-ons made it difficult to get the piss streams started, but once that was overcome a good time was had by all, even mom, much to my shock.

       She took piss at point blank range, splattering all over her face and into her mouth, choking her as plenty made it down her throat and some of that went into her windpipe. For my own perverted reasons I concentrated on painting her open eyes with my offering, forcing her to turn away, which only meant another marksman began pissing into her exposed ear. One of the guys even managed to piss up her nostrils because of the way her head was bent back. We all gave him a round of applause before resuming our bombardment of her face and hair with our streams of  golden waste products.

       As predicted there was plenty of piss that wound up on our legs and in some cases even up to the groin area of two lucky fellows. Mom took it all like a trouper and made no complaints about having to lap up the misfires from the four of us. She even managed to get one of the lucky ones to paint her tonsils with his cum, a trick that impressed the rest of us. Her client decided that he wanted seconds on her asshole while she was on her knees licking and sucking up the piss that covered the floor around the toilet.

       I had a hard time believing what I was seeing as the guy's cock disappeared between my mom's cheeks, only to return to view shortly after. This was repeated dozens of times as mom vacuumed the floor and swallowed every drop. Just when it seemed that she had done the impossible and cleaned the place with her tongue and mouth, one of the guys stepped up and gave her a choice of swallowing his piss directly from the tap or cleaning it off the floor. Mom grinned and suggested half and half with a nice ass fucking thrown in for free. I could not believe my ears,... free?

       What had gotten into dear old mom? Did she have some kind of a vision, or was this the result of overdosing on too much crack or whatever her client was feeding her between these bouts of brutality and humiliation. I was on the verge of tossing these bozos out on their ears when mom broke the news that I was not only her son, I also doubled as her pimp on certain rare occasions such as now. You could have heard a pin drop. I announced that fun and games were over and they had ten minutes to dress and clear the premises. I also warned them that next time they were paying a hell of a lot more for a hell of a lot less, just something they ought to know in advance.

       The trio set a record in clearing out of the bathroom and I decided that mom needed a nice warm shower before I marched her back to her crib and fucked her stupid. She loved the idea, but only if it included another trip to the bathroom for a nice long piss bath, this time in the tub. Mom made some slight complaints when she realized I wasn't going to take the cuffs off her, since that required a trip back to her crib. All that whining ended when I began playing with her clit and giving her lots of tongue as well. She was positively putty in my hands when I soaped up her tits and gave them one serious scrubbing with plenty of attention to her hard nipples that refused to be tamed, a very good sign for when I got her back into her bed.

       Her knees grew weak from my finger-fucking, starting with my middle digit and finally getting four fingers inside her juicy twat that seemed to get tighter with each passing minute. Naturally she reciprocated, on her knees, giving me a no hands blowjob that almost got me off. I dried us off and pushed her in the direction of her room, just in time to intercept Megan escorting a client into her crib. She gave me a mischievous smile and a broad wink. So, my litttle sister was in on whatever caused this strange behavior of her mother. I'd soon find out for myself what motivated mom to do such a thing.

                       ( To be continued - rolf palsy )

                                     Sister's Pimp - Chapter 18

       Mom seemed no worse for wear after what had happened in the bathroom. My feelings about the scene were ambivalent; on the one hand she really got me going with her subservient demeanor, on the other side it was so out of character. Even now I didn't know which mom was going to make an appearance once we were in bed. It was time for some answers, and they better make sense!

       The look on her face was almost serene, as if she was quite content with her current situation, being alone in her room with her sometimes pimp, totally at his mercy. Why not I thought? She'd occupied the room with a perfect stranger, or someone she barely knew, and did his bidding, no matter what he wanted from her. The pimp side of my personality inquired about what she got for her efforts. When she replied it was a freebie, I had to restrain myself from bitch slapping her like she was some common streetwalker.

       I pushed her down on the bed and she misinterpreted my move as a sexual overture. That was a big mistake as she quickly discovered. I reached down and flipped her over onto her stomach and began whaling away on that liposuctioned ass like there was no tomorrow. At first she was kind of quiet, which got me even angrier. I let her have a few on the backs of her thighs, which hurt a lot more. When she started yelping, I felt a whole lot better about things. For a brief moment I thought of taking off my belt and really lighting into her, but reason took control, thank goodness.

       It was mom who broke my rage, stating that Martine had advised her to do this as a way of cleansing herself of any guilt feelings she might have concerning her situation. That stopped me in my tracks, then refocused my anger on that mystery woman who obviously had a huge impact on my mother. My mutterings about what I'd do to her when we met did not go over well with my mom. She warned me of dire consequences if I overstepped my authority when it came to dealing with MIIe Calvert.

       For a few moments I felt as if I was a small boy once more and mom was chastising me for getting out of line. That thought amused me considering that I was about to fuck her brains out for starters. Because she had cost me so much grief, the cuffs would stay on for a while as an indication that her little boy was in command most of the time, especially when it came to providing those moments when she disappeared from this earthly plane compliments of her all grownup son.

       Mom went to work on my cock despite the handicap of no hands. I laid back and enjoyed the action she provided. My mom was really turning out to be a great whore; she learned  fast and seemed to enjoy almost everything she did. I had to laugh about that when I considered the performance she gave in the bathroom. I seriously doubted if she enjoyed sucking up piss from the cold tiles while some guy ass fucked her with no concern for her well-being, after all she was nothing but a whore.

       It was bound to happen, mom deep throated me with such enthuiasm that I started shooting my load while my dick was wedged deep inside her gullet. She wound up expelling streams of cum from her nostrils as her face turned a bright red. That was the end of the handcuffs, but just the beginning of what she provided in order to reharden my joint.

       She started to giggle when I pushed into her wet cunt. Her giggling got louder and her body began to move in strange ways as my cock marched deeper into this very familiar territory. I leaned over and stared down at her. Her eyes were actually tearing from the almost uncontrollable laughter coming from her. Suddenly she gasped and told me to pull out, my body weight was putting way too much pressure on her full bladder. Now it was my turn to laugh. For all the pissing that went on in the bathroom, she never participated, never letting as much as a drop issue from her. We were too busy having our fun to notice, or even care, whether or not she pissed. It would have just been more of a mess for her to clean up later.

       Somehow she talked me into accompanying her to the bathroom so I could enjoy my first, but hopefully not my last golden shower. It began to dawn on me that this was the fine hand of her new friend from France working its magic on her. I was really getting interested in meeting this mystery woman and finding out just what made her tick.

       The next thing I was on my back in the tub watching my mother, who was squatting over my groin, parting her cunt lips so I could see her piss issuing from her bladder and pouring down on my stiff cock and swollen balls. Damn, it was quite an experience! At first I was sort of repelled, but as mom slowly moved her stream from the top of my quivering dick down to the base and then circled my tight ball sack, I felt more relaxed and discovered that I was getting turned on by this weird ritual.

       It was not what I had thought. The more she pissed, the better I liked it and she could see that from the way my dick twitched and jumped every time her piss sprayed over my joint. She squeezed out the last few drops, managing to hit the tip of my cock and nearly making me spurt. The expression on her face was one of disappointment until I confessed that in another minute I would have shot all over myself from the effect of that stream of warm piss she delivered.

       Mom leaned down and fed me some ardent tongue and suggested another shower using warm water so we could adjourn to the bedroom and fuck up a storm. She also reminded me to drink plenty of water before leaving the bathroom, because she was bound and determined to enjoy her first golden shower from her grownup son.

       I pounded my mother until she begged for rest, and then I pounded her some more. I worked up a major league sweat and thus the water I drank in copious quantites seemed to pour out of my pores. She tried to slow me down by offering up her tight asshole; well it used to be tight, but I guess that's how she was making so much money these days. Mom was a real trouper, and just loved giving it all up for her pride and joy. I corkscrewed my dick as far up her backhole as it would go and dumped a big load of blind swimmers that were in the wrong ocean to do any damage.

       Another trip to the bathroom to load up on more water and another round of mouth, pussy and asshole did the trick. Another weaker load was deposited in her gaping asshole and off we went to give mom a golden shower. I stood inside the tub and she sat on the edge, facing me. It took a little time but finally I got the flow started and my piss was soon splashing off her tits, which she cupped and held out for me.

       She asked for some on her cunt and held her pussy lips apart so I could piss on her twat and then see how my aim was when her clitoris was the target. That got mom quivering, but unfortunately my piss ran out before she could get herself off.  I was almost euphoric over what we'd experienced. I told mom that from now on this was going to be a regular part of any sex session the two of us enjoyed. She nodded and gave me a big kiss and a yard of wiggling tongue to go with it.

       The next morning mom made an appointment for me to visit Martine Calvert that very day. It was strange to be visiting someone who might be a candidate for a position with my organization. Normally the candidate would come to see me when she was invited. Let's face it, that hadn't happened too many times since we got started  in this business. Now the organization was breaking new ground so it seemed. To be candid, this was not to my liking. This mystery woman had already had quite an impact on my mother and not all of it seemed good.

       Five minutes after she admitted me into her rather spectacular apartment and we were seated having some excellent coffee, I had a chance to watch this woman in action, so to speak. We made some small talk, but that lasted about one sip of coffee before she launched her opening salvo. Roselyn was being wasted in a subsidiary role in my organization. Funny, it was almost a shock to hear anyone refer to my mom as anything but mom. I was taking advantage of Roselyn's motherly instincts for my own ends, without even bothering to describe what they were and what impact success or failure might have on her life.

       My business, such as it was, had some serious deficiencies when it came to personnel. I seemed to lack any kind of a business plan to address the future. Our client base was very unique, which was good, but we were sadly lacking in the type of personnel required to service our existing clients and increase the base. Then she sat back and took another sip of her coffee, leaving me in tatters.

       My youth was exposed; no one, even a friend of my mother's, had the right to tear into me like that. That line of reasoning got me in deeper trouble. Instead of taking what she said as constructive criticism, I responded angrily to what I considered a tirade. Included in my little rant was a reference to the "fact" that being a dominatrix did not qualify her as a judge of any business except perhaps her own. She took another sip of coffee, then proceeded to tear me a new one.

       "You were not  invited to my home to insult me! I am doing this as a favor to Roselyn. As for your remark about my being a dominatrix, allow me to set the record straight. If that were true, by now you would have been nailed to my bedroom wall waiting for your fate to be decided by your mother and I. A dominatrix is all about power. You, my young firebrand, are much closer to being a dominant than I!"

       "I would describe myself as a disciplinarian, one who seeks order in all things, especially people. Let me give you an example of how it works. The client and I decide what are the rules. Then it is my responsibility to make sure that the client follows them. Failure to do so leads to penalties; they can range from financial to physical, that too is a mututal decision involving both of us. There is no master, no slave. I do not believe in servitude."

       I did the only smart thing I'd done since I walked into her apartment, I apologized. She looked at me over the edge of her coffee cup, and I could see the devil dancing in her eyes. This was the real deal and I wondered if I'd be able to survive her. Then the business side of me piped up about what needed to be done to bring her on board. That was going to be very tricky and for that to be successful, I'd need mom's, no check that, Roselyn's assistance. I wonder what she'd want in return, as if I didn't know. I smiled at my hostess and asked for more of this delightful coffee. Her little smile spoke volumes. My life was about to get very, very interesting.

                               ( To be continued - rolf palsy )

                                         Sister's Pimp - Chapter 19

       As I drove back home I went over what had transpired between Martine Calvert and myself. It was fairly apparent that under the right circumstances she would join the organization. Figuring out the right circumstances would require lots of input from mom and perhaps Megan. Then it struck me that there was so much going on these days that what I had originally planned to become my organization had already begun to transform into something quite different. Megan had started me thinking when she demonstrated that sex tape she'd made featuring Ruthie and her daughter. What if I created a group, perhaps run by Megan, which would involve our female clients as well as their offspring? Could I sell such a concept to the right party or parties and develop an international market? What about expansion? It seems that every client I had knew someone who also needed our services, but had to wait in line just to be put on the waiting list. Then there was the issue of mom and Megan to handle as well.

       The more mom changed from a caterpillar to a butterfly, the more intense my feelings for her became. I utterly and absolutely loved to fuck my mother. I could fuck my mother all day and all night if she'd let me. As far as I was concerned, we were a perfect match in bed and the other places where we did more kinky things. Now there was all sorts of competition for that great looking ass her surgeon had just provided to go along with her new tits that were a solid 38DD, and her rejuvenated twat, tight as could be, that belonged on a teenager, not a woman in her forties. A few more nips and tucks, some extra flesh here and there, and mom would be perfect. Here she was, a woman who knew every trick in the book when it came to sucking and fucking either sex, who was built like a budding porn star. What else could a man want?

       That led up to the issue of my sister, also a budding porn star with a good head on her shoulders. What about Megan, who like her mother was undergoing a metamorphosis? With another couple of years under her belt, garter belt that is, taking on ten or fifteen clients a day plus special outcall servicing at more well-off clients' places, Megan would be a fuck monster supreme, and all mine if I played my cards right. Who knows, maybe at that point I'd retire and leave the operation to mom or her new friend, Martine? Then I could devote all my energies to fucking my sister bowlegged day and night until we got too old to fuck, maybe in fifty or sixty years. Don't get me wrong; I'd keep Megan working to stay in shape and perhaps learn some new tricks to use when she had to handle me, her best client and most severe critic. A nice dream, but a little bit unrealistic even for me to consider.

       Mom and Megan were busy turning tricks at a rapid rate, so I headed for my office in the back of the house and got to work on the numbers. I was so engrossed that the arrival of the cops and the arrests of mom and Megan along with half a dozen clients was history before a couple of cops opened my door and announced they were arresting me for running a brothel. That sure put a hitch in my immediate plans. Two hours later the three of us were bailed out of jail after being processed. The lawyer was sure that none of us would get any time, but our business was in shambles. Mentally I was kicking myself for not having done something about all the traffic into and out of our house. Now it was probably too late. Once we reached home there was a council of war to decide what was best for us.

       Any thoughts of nailing Megan or mom went out of my head, which was just as well. Our cash reserves would probably handle the lawyer's fees and the fines, leaving us almost flat broke. Then it hit me; instead of catering to the twenty dollar a pop types, we would concentrate only on our female, adult market. That would eliminate the police presence since we would be going to our clients, not the other way, which brought the cops out in force. This would take the pressure off Megan and mom as well, if Roselyn still was interested in servicing a better grade of clientele. Mom's eyes lit up and she grinned. Her only condition besides adding Martine to the mix was to be able to continue satisfying her steady clients. I frowned over that, but she persisted, telling me that what went on behind her bedroom door was her business, not the cops or mine. I made a mental note to beat the stuffing out of my mom the first good opportunity that came my way. She was getting a little out of hand, even if I still wanted to nail her to the mattress every chance I got. It looked like she was getting me addicted to her tight asshole, even as I angled for a shot at my sister's butthole.

       When I suggested that Martine's first assignment would be to handle the Klunder females, Megan heaved a sigh of relief and mom looked like the cat that swallowed the canary. I guess she had already talked to her new friend and bedmate about this challenge. I'd been having some thoughts about the other three ladies, and was ready to put them into practice as well. Basically this was an incest issue with all three. All they needed was a better division of labor. There were seven hard cocks at their disposal if they knew how to deal with their hang-ups. I'll bet they'd jump at the chance to have some strange but safe cock pumping away inside their cunts and assholes on a regular basis. I'll bet princess Tonka wouldn't mind being manhandled by some new cowboys with some new ideas about making her tell where that mine was. Come to think of it, Mrs. Bross probably would love to be gangbanged once or twice a month by the seven studs, yours truly and perhaps a few of mom's adult clients plus the ladies that might be interested in a little walk on the wild side too.

       Mom spent the better part of a day convincing Ms. Calvert of the benefits that would accrue to her by joining my organization as a specialist and freelancer, if that was what she wished to be. By the time she got back home it looked as if Roselyn had been run through the wringer from both directions. Any chance of ass fucking mom went out the window the moment I laid eyes on her. She was depleted with a capital D, but was not too tired to brag that Ms. Calvert wouldn't be getting out of bed until the middle of tomorrow if she was any judge of her condition when she finally left. I'd been busy pitching the new plan to my clients and it had been received quite well by two of them. Karen Bross was still not fully recovered from being gang raped, and was in no mood to contemplate being fucked bowlegged by an army of hot young studs. She'd need some TLC from mom or perhaps Megan, before I talked to her about that idea again.

       Of even more significance Pat Carmody, bless that awesome body and her fabulous daughter, Carly, had given me a lead that made everything else we'd done to date pale in comparison. She had arranged for me to meet with the "bridge" ladies, a quartet of ex-wives that played cards once a week. All were in their late thirties or early forties. Two were already divorced, one was a widow and the other was separated from her husband who had taken up with a girl who was just out of high school and a tramp to boot. She was a failed member of the Fukalot summer camp program aimed at rehabilitating tramps and sluts headed for a life of disrepute. All the bridge ladies were lapsed Catholics who had one thing in common, their father confessor, a radical priest who believed in the old adage of spare the rod and spoil the wife.

       Going to confession once a month and telling him the most outrageous things about their private sex lives was their entertainment prior to the monthly bridge session. All were very sure that the good priest could pick them out of a crowd with no difficulty at all, even if everyone was wearing a mask. They would be the ones standing while the others were seated comfortably. Outrageous confessions led to outrageous penances, dealt out by the good father in the privacy of his quarters. Each lady would arrive, disrobe from the waist down, then bend over and do her level best to grab her ankles. Failure to hold this position while he administered her penance with righteous might and thoroughness only added to the number of stripes that decorated her bare bottoms. At the end of each session there would be this odor, or was it aroma, of pussy juice that had dribbled from between the penitent's set of fat cunt lips. By bridge day there would be four sets of swollen buttocks criss crossed by deep welts from the three-foot long rattan cane he employed.

       Considering that the bridge game averaged at least four hours and most times barely half a dozen hands were actually dealt and played meant that there was plenty of hanky-panky going on between the foursome. Each was subject to careful examination of her well-whipped hindquarters that included fondling, ardent kissing, nibbling and tongue bathing. The latter activity always drew the most sighs and moans, prelude to the more serious activities that took place afterward in the privacy of the bedroom furnished for that purpose with various lotions, gels and ointments, each guaranteed to significantly elevate the libido of the user in concert with the vibrators and dildos that were also pivotal to the success of the bridge game.

       Each bridge lady had children. Mary Connors, who had been widowed some number of years previously, had delivered six children in the first eight years of her marriage. She was a buxom, pretty, dark haired woman who possessed a bottom that made her confessor positively salivate whenever it was bared for her penance. Her face and figure belied her forty years. Mary's first child, a boy, came when she was just nineteen. This was followed by another boy, three girls and her last at twenty-seven, a third boy to balance the Connors brood. Currently all six of her children were staying at home with her. Upon the death of her husband when she was thirty-five, Mary came under the discipline of her oldest son, Ian, who proved to be a stern taskmaster despite being only sixteen years old. It was he who decided who should be considered as a suitable partner for his widowed mother. All suitors were found wanting, and after two years Mary settled back into just being a mother, obeying Ian in all things.

       In the period in which she was seeing various candidates, Mary had on occasion offered up her charms as part of the process. This did not sit well with Ian who took offense and began punishing her for this unacceptable behavior. At first it was spankings administered with her fully clothed, skirt up, but her panties still in place. Over time her spanking became more embarrassing as first the panties came down, then the other clothing was discarded as well for her chastisements. Worst still the other children were now able to watch as Ian spanked their mother's firm, rounded bottom until it glowed.

Almost against her will, Mary became sexually excited whenever her manly son spanked her bottom for some indiscretion. Ian was well aware of his mother's reaction to his discipline, and finally took advantage of it after one rather lengthy session that left Mary Connors sobbing. That evening he paid a visit to her bedroom and was welcomed with a pent up passion that nearly overwhelmed him. It didn't take long for the others to realize that Ian had totally assumed the role of Mary's husband. A year or so later her second son made it a threesome, and Mary was delighted over the attention she was now receiving from her two studly offspring.

       These days her two older sons are kept quite busy disciplining their three sisters who have become known far and wide as the Connors whores. Ranging in age from fifteen to seventeen, this trio has cut a swath through the male population of the local high school. Along the way they've taken on a few of the male teachers, very discreetly of course, and in the case of the youngest girl, Marian, her home room teacher, a spinster in her thirties. The teacher has a wonderful collection of sex toys and has used everyone at one time or another on her provocative and very disobedient student. Marian seems to thrive on the discipline she receives from all those trying to make her into a young woman that any man would want to take as his wife.

Mary has even threatened to have Marian confess to her own priest in hopes that his form of penance will move her in the proper direction. Secretly Mary is hoping that one day she and Marian will find themselves naked and bent over in the old priest's private quarters, their bare bottoms taking twenty of the best apiece, with more to follow if they don't obey his urgings to offer up their imperfections to a higher power and beg for mercy and forgiveness.

       The youngest member of the bridge club is Claire Graves, thirty-six and very well built, with a face that at best can be described as strong. She is the most recent divorcee, only a year since settling matters with her rather selfish and less than honorable partner of eighteen years. Their union produced three children, her son, now seventeen, and two daughters, thirteen and fifteen. Her situation is almost a mirror image of what Mary Connors experienced after her loss, except much shorter in duration. Only recently has her son assumed his dominant role, complete with regular corporal punishment at the slightest infraction of his rules. He has avoided to date having sex with his mother, but he avails himself of his sisters at every opportunity and they seem to accept it as their lot.

Fortunately Claire was able to have the family doctor install IUDs in the two girls, which eliminated her major concern that they get pregnant. Ralph, her son and master, often threatens to have her provide sex for his friends both male and female. So far his threats have been just that, threats, but she lives in fear that sooner or later he will become her pimp. She will be forced to have sex for money, which he will use for his own needs and purposes. The other bridge ladies are quite sympathetic to her situation, but loathe interfering in a family matter such as this. Naturally this is not a matter she discusses with her confessor, who tears up her bottom at every opportunity.

       

                       (To be continued - rolf palsy)

         Sister's Pimp - Chapter 20

       Arlene Collier was married at eighteen, a mother for the first time at nineteen, again at twenty-one, twenty-three, twenty-six and finally twenty-eight. The first two were boys, the rest girls. Arlene split with her husband three years ago and has stopped looking for mister right. Instead she is busy spending his settlement, which was considerable. Her two sons turned out to be wimps and leeches, both still taking up space in her large rambling home that is free and clear as part of the settlement. In this family, the women rule with an iron hand. Doug and Andy are low men on the totem pole and they are reminded of their status every day by one or more of the dominant females.

This all came about during the rather acrimonious divorce proceedings. It turned out that neither parent really wanted anything to do with their slacker sons. It was Arlene who finally put her foot down and demanded that the two pull their weight in the bedroom or look for a new place to stay. As it turns out, the boys, as they're known, can do a fairly decent job when they put their minds to it. Not only do they service their mother and the three sisters, ages thirteen to eighteen, they also do friends of Arlene who occasionally drop by for some cock. Strange as it sounds, none of the other bridge club ladies have ever been involved with Doug and Andy, but on rare occasions, the boys do service a few of the younger girls in the other families.

       Discipline is harsh when it comes to the boys. They get the strap and even have been caned for more serious infractions. Arlene loves to give them enemas on a regular basis, using "recipes" she collects from various sources. To hear her tell it, very few things can top watching one of her boys, hands cuffed behind his back, dealing with a gut-busting enema held in place by a butt plug. The girls, on the other hand, love to force the boys to drink their piss straight from the tap, making it more stressful by giving them hand jobs while they load up on the yellow stuff. Doug and Andy are drained dry daily, sometimes even being forced to have that extra ejaculation or two that yields a watery substance, or at times, nothing at all.

       The Collier girls take after their mother when it comes to coloring, dark hair and eyes with creamy white skin. They also take after her when it comes to height, tall, and figures, lean with pert tits, long legs and firm, round bottoms. The girls appear at this stage to be bisexual, but that may only be a phase. The two young ones can't seem to keep their hands off each other and love taking baths together that last for hours and leave them starry-eyed and breathless when they are done. They occupy the same bed in which they giggle and play with each other's nice parts before going to sleep still naked, their tight pussies seeping and their nipples stiff as glass. They usually awaken entwined, lips scant inches apart and their crotches grinding together with every breath they take. It is the beginning of another day of life and love for these two young animals.

       The final member of the fab four was Carol Faust, currently separated from her husband of nineteen years. Allen was going through his midlife crisis and not doing well at all. Six months ago he was still slipping the salami to his wife once or twice a week and they had taken a trip without the kids that allowed them to act like honeymooners again. She still caused heads to turn when she padded across the pool area in her bikini, glowing from the fact that this morning he had done her not once, but twice and stayed hard the entire time with a little help from her practiced hand. That was then and now he needed his freedom and the company of a female only a few years older than their oldest boy. It was going to cost him plenty, but to him it was worth it, at least that's what he said. His business was booming and he could afford to offer her enough money to raise the kids and live out her life in their house that he was offering her as well.

       They had four children, two of each ranging in age from thirteen to eighteen. The girls were at that time when they were becoming aware of their ability to attract members of the opposite sex. Right now they were experimenting using their brothers. Joyce and Barbara were only a year and a few months apart in age. The fourteen year old was already taking after her mother, filling a 34B bra with very little to spare. The younger girl was a solid A-cup and developing even faster than her sister. Their rivalry was a source of amusement for Carol. What she hadn't noticed was that her two sons were taking a good look at their mom as a potential sex partner now that dad was out of the picture. What made things even more interesting was that Carol was finally admitting to herself that she had the potential to go both ways and that was something she planned to enjoy while she could. This was the main reason she became the fourth hand at the bridge club.

       To sum it up, there were ten females and eight males distributed among four families, all headed by females in a legal sense. There seemed to be incest or the potential for incest in each group, which was what I had hoped to get. It was too bad that I couldn't entice the father confessor to join the fun, but he was probably having a great time as it was. Add this bunch to what already existed, and there seemed to be room for growth and mutual advantages. It wouldn't be easy to just barge into the bridge ladies group and announce that as of now they were part of my empire of fornication and incest. What I really needed was a seed for each of the four families. In principle Megan and mom could be two and perhaps Martine make up a third. With some luck I might be able to seed the missing family, the one run by Arlene Collier. It sure wasn't going to be Doug and Andy when it came to testosterone. What I had going for me were the two young teens that were doing each other every chance they got. If that were true, then my workload was much reduced. If this were just a passing fancy, my problems would become overwhelming. The thing that was really bothering me was Carly, Pat Carmody's daughter, the budding sex goddess. She would need plenty of attention and certainly deserved it as far as I was concerned. Time would tell as things went the way they normally would.

       It's three months later and things have certainly changed for the better. Martine has taken over for the priest if you can believe that. It seems the old confessor was finally forced to retire, leaving his collection of hot ladies high and dry. All hell broke loose for about a week, and then it was mom to the rescue with a solution that was pure genius. Who in my organization was capable of keeping four hot, dominate women in thrall? The answer was obvious, Ms. Martine Calvert, disciplinarian supreme. She literally whipped the quartet into shape in less time than it takes to tell. Now once every other week they meet with her and confess their sins, which as you know is good for the soul. Let's be realistic, the old priest was never, ever going to nail any of the ladies for a variety of reasons. So why expect much of anything from Martine either? Well it turns out that Martine can really handle a dildo since that is part and parcel of her approach to cowing her clients. What was she doing prior to accepting this new assignment? She was taking care of Arlene Collier's collection of misfit children, that 's what!

       It turned out that the bridge ladies got very interested in the junior members of the other families; so much that soon they were swapping assignments among themselves and making things better than I could have imagined. It got even wilder when they started taking over the original families that formed the backbone of my organization. Don't get me wrong, there was still plenty of inbreeding, real and imaginary, going on every night, but it wasn't the total focus of things anymore. There were over two dozen boys and girls, or males and females if you insist, and that made for a rich variety of sex partners. Throw in Megan plus we adults, and there was plenty of weirdness to go around, no matter what the need. The organization had gotten so large that we now had our own doctor and a plastic surgeon as well. Dr. Patterson, I think that's his name, was kept fairly busy making sure that all the girls looked like real, live sex bombs, and the boys were better looking than the Neanderthals, who played music with their armpits and did nothing but drink beer, belch, puke and ogle chicks.

       My hot mom is still turning tricks every chance she gets. Her following is huge! That plastic surgeon is worth his weight in platinum as far as she is concerned. He gets her special rate, free, whenever he wants her, which is frequently despite her "advanced" age. Frankly, she looks ten years younger than she is and her body seems to belong to a teenager with hormone issues, if you get my drift.  She even made an arrangement with the very same cops who busted her originally. While she is seeing her special clients at their homes, one of the cops is always stationed at our place for security purposes. Since the only sex going on at our place involves me and Megan in most cases, with an occasional visit from one of the other ladies who needs her itch scratched by yours truly, the cop has little to do until mom gets home and takes him for a ride in the bedroom as a tip for services or servicing rendered.

Mom has a major following among the law enforcement types, and even attends some of their off site functions as an "entertainer", if you know what I mean. I've had a few laughs at her expense when she's been returned in a squad car, naked, hobbled and cuffed, with what looks like an ocean of sperm seeping from her well stretched cunt that might have taken on more than a dozen hard cocks and usually more than once.  On those occasions, mom always sleeps very late the next morning and then moves around the house rather slowly for most of the day.

       Megan and I are extremely busy almost all the time. The only time we get for fun and games is late in the evening, if we aren't too bushed. I'd like to say that I've gotten into my sister's asshole, but that is still pending. The closest I've been is to be allowed to rim her tight asshole for maybe ten minutes, and that happens maybe ten percent of the time, not a great batting average. She has yet to fully recover emotionally from the scene at the resort where she was brutally sodomized by the old gigolo. I'm sorely tempted to look the bastard up and even the score, but I just don't have the time. Perhaps that's a cop-out since it was yours truly who let this happen to his sister so he could make a few bucks extra. I am haunted by this realization, and it may take a long time before I'm over it. Thank goodness there is the delectable Carly and her awesome mother to take my mind off such negative things. There's plenty more to tell, but that will have to wait until next time.

                               (To be continued - rolf palsy)    

     Sister's Pimp - Chapter 21

       It was astonishing the way Martine whipped Ruth Klunder and her ditzy daughter into shape. At first Ruthie continued to ignore Martine's suggestions, and her bad attitude rubbed off on Tracy in no time flat. The skinny prick teaser came and went as she pleased, spreading for any guy who gave her a second look. At school she was known as "mattress back", and was on every teacher's shit list. Detention was a place where she trolled for cock, arranging to do guys after they were let out for the day. Martine just pushed up the heat and let things come to a boil before she moved in and took command.

       During the waiting period, she did some work with the new additions to the organization. She and Mary Connors got pretty thick, but mom didn't seem to care. Later I learned that mom and Dr. Patterson had gotten very serious. The plastic surgeon had gone so far as to rejuvenate mom's twat again and make her tight as a teenager. He also added another cup size to her already impressive tits. This helped her business significantly and naturally she reciprocated whenever she got a chance to do him. You have to remember that most of his patients from the organization were paying with pussy and ass for the nice things he did for their self esteem.

       It was the good doctor P who finally got Karen Bross out of her funk. She had really taken the gangbang she experienced very hard. It had been ugly and violent, leaving her a basket case. Only Martine seemed to understand exactly what was causing her problem. I had finally gotten around to realizing the lady from France was a jewel, a crown jewel no less. It took lots of groveling on my part before she accepted my efforts to apologize for my boorish behavior. One of these days I'll describe some of the treatments I had to endure in order to get on her good side.

       Karen Bross had tits that charitably could be described as crepe shaped, and during her period they swelled to almost B-cup size. After going under the knife she awoke to discover she now was sporting a set of tits that threatened to overflow from a 37C bra. To make her even more enticing he had nearly doubled the size of her nipples and by readjusting the blood flow to them made them stiff as granite most of the time. She broke down and shed tears of joy when she got a good look at her new squeezies with their pointed nips.

       Once her boys got a look at their mother's new tits, there was no way she could keep them out of her bed. After a few sessions that left her breathless and pleasantly sore, she could not pass their room without dropping in for some hot sex, even when they had visitors. Karen didn't care whether they were male or female, just as long as they wanted to join in the fun. These days she was extremely popular around the groups and was scheduled for more work that would make her tight as a teen for perhaps five years before she needed some rework. Life was good for Ms. Bross and only going to get better.

       Getting back to the Klunders, Martine finally brought down the hammer and moved into their place and really put the wood to both of them. Ruthie was now thirty-one pounds overweight, and Tracy had turned into a slut. It took a little energy but Martine managed to overcome Ruthie's weight advantage and soon had her naked and in restraints, a canvas straitjacket that Tracy declared to be utterly tacky. The short chain that hobbled her further only made Ruth Klunder resist even more and make enough noise to wake the dead, at least that's the way the French woman described those first few hours.

       Ruth was soon muffled with a giant ball gag that hardly allowed her to swallow her saliva. Her jaws began to hurt within an hour and it only got worse over the next day or so. Her slutty daughter was horrified when she returned from her little tryst with an older student who took her to a deserted building on the outskirts of town and screwed her bowlegged in the backseat of his car. He kept her thong as a souvenir, and warned Tracy about telling anyone what he and she had done. She went over Martine's knee and her tight, apple butt was pounded into mush; at least that's what Tracy thought. Then she was marched into the bathroom, made to strip to the skin and stand inspection to see in what kind of trouble she had gotten herself this time. The evidence was painfully apparent, a swollen cunt mouth drooling semen. The girl made an attempt to escape from the woman but was easily overpowered. It was then that the fun began, fun for Martine, misery and pain for Tracy.

       Martine had already stockpiled in the bathroom what she figured she might need to restrain the teenager. Before Tracy knew what was happening, a leather collar had been fastened around her neck and her hands were cuffed behind her back. She was ready for a nice cold shower. The little tramp was pushed roughly into the shower stall and her collar fixed to the neck of the showerhead by a small length of chain. Martine smiled at the girl and tweaked her nipples until they were hard. There was nothing that Tracy could do to stop the violation of her naked body. She gasped and tried to escape the four fingers that knifed into her cum soaked cunt. They were withdrawn and offered to the teenaged slut. Tracy shook her head and did her best to avoid having the cum on Martine's fingers fed into her mouth. The curse words meant little to the slutty cunt, but the open handed slap across her face said volumes. Then one of her crepe shaped tits was twisted cruelly until she screamed herself hoarse. Another roundhouse blow to her face turned the skinny teen into a blubbering wreck. Satisfied, Martine turned on the cold water and stepped from the shower stall, leaving Tracy to figure out a way to avoid freezing her little fanny off from the frigid stream that splashed down on her naked body. Martine smiled broadly as she heard the strumpet's teeth beginning to chatter. She closed the shower door and left the girl alone to enjoy her shower.

       The straitjacket had been deliberately designed to give easy access to  Ruth's cunt and asshole. So while Tracy was being turned into a block of shivering, tramp-slut ice, her mother was being given lesson one of her new education. She started out grunting and crying as Martine shaved her crotch with no lubrication, using a cheap razor that left a trail of nicks and gashes in its wake. It seemed that every time Ruth grunted and moved her body, the razor dug deep into her flesh, leaving another gash that bled profusely. The ex-Mrs. Klunder began to panic and struggle fruitlessly in a vain attempt to escape from the confining canvas shroud that covered her upper body and kept her arms immobilized. For her reward she had to contend with the woman's fist as it split her cunt lips and began moving north towards her uterus.

       Ruth Klunder had never experienced the joys of being fisted by someone who really knew what she was doing. Martine Calvert had made up her mind to give this overweight slacker a taste of what it meant to be punished for her behavior without leaving any evidence behind her. If this were someone for whom she had affection, her hand would have been liberally coated with some type of lubricant to make the experience more pleasurable. Her movements would have been gentle and much smoother as she slowly worked her fist deeper and deeper into her lover's cunt. In the case of this woman her movements were abrupt and aimed at causing pain. This was easily accomplished by rotating her fist and striking the cunt walls, trying to stretch that tube of flesh to its limits. For every movement forward, she tried to counter it with a move backward to gain some leverage for the next thrust towards her victim's birth chamber.

       It was a simple matter to learn what kept Ruth on the edge of panicking. The side-to-side movements were painful and it showed in her prisoner's eyes, but the second, more powerful thrusts with her closed hand did the most damage, bringing tears streaming down the woman's pudgy cheeks. About half way up Ruth's birth canal, Martine began opening her fist to put more pressure on the tender cunt walls that were roiling from all the contact she was giving them. Occasionally she would mange to scratch those sore walls with her long fingernails, bringing muffled screams from her captive. That always brought a smile to Martine's patrician face.

       For all the pain and suffering Ruth imagined she had endured, it was a rather short session until Martine's fist made contact with the overweight divorcee's cervix. She only dealt it one sharp blow that made Ruth's eyes nearly pop from her head. It was a threat and a message to the woman that her days of ignoring reality were ended. Martine looked her squarely in the face, only inches separating them. Without warning she coughed up some phlegm, added saliva and spit the mess into Ruth's face, getting some in her eyes.

       Her victim was in shock from this vile act. She was brought back to earth by a vicious slap to the face that made her head spin. Then her antagonist grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back to its limit before she spoke.

       " I'll not waste words or my precious time on a slattern like you. Your daughter deserves much more than what he's gotten from you as a role model. She'll be getting most of my valuable time until she improves her behavior or demonstrates she is beyond salvation. Your road will be much harder and receive precious little attention from me except to punish you for not obeying my commands, which will be for your own good. Until you have rid yourself of that ugly pot belly, flabby thighs and sagging bottom, the only things going up that dry cunt of yours will be my fist, your daughter's leg and the longest, thickest dildo I can find to use on you. "

       Ruth Klunder blanched as she heard these words. Here she was, naked and securely restrained by this horrid straitjacket, absolutely at the mercy of this angry foreigner. What was she to do? She was so busy feeling sorry for herself that she never saw the slap that numbed one side of her face. It was going to be a nightmare for her and Tracy, of that she was certain. Ruth shook her head to clear the cobwebs, and by that time Martine had left, leaving the helpless woman to her thoughts. 

       Little, skinny Tracy was blue by the time her mistress arrived to free her from the torrent of bitterly cold water pelting her shaking body. Getting her out of the shower and wrapped in a towel was no problem for the French woman. Her maternal instincts were stirred as she held the shivering girl in her arms and felt some compassion for the teenager who looked for all the world like a lost child. Martine could not resist kissing her wet brow, then her benumbed nose and finally her bluish lips. The woman was amazed when she felt the teen's tongue worming its way between her warm, wet lips and into Martine's mouth. The slut, the tramp, the whore in training, had just revealed her dirty little secret; she liked females perhaps even more than those other creatures with hard cocks and coarse, uncaring hands.

       It would have been so easy for Martine to take the skinny teen to bed and begin her training in the fine art of Sapphic love, but she demurred. Her duty was primarily to this child's mother for all the talk she had just given to that poor creature. To be so bold at this juncture would be folly as well as unprofessional. She thought quickly for a way to signal to the young girl that there might be some hope for their relationship in the future. Without thinking, she had already accomplished that. Her hands had found Tracy's stiff nipples and were gently twisting them between her fingers. The girl had her eyes shut tightly but her breathing belied her lack of any overt reaction to the gentle fondling and teasing those aroused teats were receiving. The connection had been made; they both knew it. Even as they looked away from each other, the couple was smiling in unison. Things at the Klunder residence were about to become very heated, and quickly.

                       (To be continued - rolf palsy)

            Sister's Pimp - Chapter 22

       It was touch and go for the better part of two months as Martine Calvert worked to rehabilitate Ruth and Tracy Klunder, using different techniques for each. Ruth was very set in her ways and there were many days when Martine was on the verge of throwing her hands up and leaving the woman to turn herself into a mindless lump of flesh good only for staring at the television screen whether or not it was operating. Perhaps what kept her going was the relationship she was developing with Tracy. The teen was not as malleable as Martine had hoped, but she was able to make halting progress in turning the tramp into a useful member of society.

       Tracy was allowed more freedom than she deserved, but she did have an advantage over her mistress. The teen intuitively understood that the older woman wanted her youthful body. To Tracy this attractive woman from a foreign country was the essence of excitement, the forbidden. It helped that her mother was unable to do anything about the relationship that was developing between the two. In fact, Ruth had no idea what was going on outside of the narrow world in which she existed, ruled with an iron hand by the merciless Martine Calvert.

       For the first few weeks Tracy tried to push the envelope, and succeeded almost as many times as she failed. She still flounced out the door in the morning wearing an outfit more suitable for a slut, or worse still, a prostitute. Martine was amused at first over this form of rebellion. It was refreshing when compared to what she was experiencing with Ruth. The mother did as little as possible to avoid serious pain. This irritated and exasperated her trainer, the disciplinarian. She took her morning enema, followed by a severe spanking to make her sensitive to Martine's mood that day. The harder and longer the spanking, the worse it was going to be.

       Ruth found herself on a starvation diet. Then she was introduced to exercise, something she loathed. She refused to exercise unless she was fed properly. The first time she reacted this way, Martine made her consume an entire bar of laundry soap, the caustic kind used for heavy duty cleaning. She vomited numerous times, but Martine was adamant that she finish the task or suffer a more severe punishment. An hour after she started this unequal struggle, Martine introduced her to the riding crop. For the next hour or so Martine chased the overweight Ruth Klunder around her home using the crop to decorate her saggy ass and the backs of her pudgy legs. The woman finally collapsed from exhaustion and Martine had a field day, raining dozens of accurately struck blows from her trusty riding crop onto the big target she provided. All her victim could do was roll from one side to the other so that no portion of her bare body took too many hits. Martine finally tired on this one-sided battle and left the sobbing woman alone so she could recover her equilibrium.

       Mistress Calvert returned sometime later with another bar of soap for Ruth to swallow. She also carried a sawed off broomstick she'd found in the kitchen. Ruth's eyes got wide and she tried unsuccessfully to escape from the room. She failed and paid an awful price. Tripped to the floor, she never stood a chance. Martine used the broomstick on her legs and then smashed it again and again onto the canvas straitjacket that restrained her bare body. Those blows left deep bruises that stayed for many weeks. Martine then proceeded to drag Ruth by the hair into the bathroom. Into the shower she went and on came the cold water. The shower door was slammed shut and Martine left to make some phone calls.

       During that time Tracy arrived at school and by her second class had caused enough trouble to be ticketed for detention after classes. The tramp had a date with one of the male teachers for lunch and she was the main course, spreading her legs for his big cock not once, but twice. He pumped her full of cum and didn't even let her take a shower or douche afterward. That afternoon she stunk of cum and pussy juice, irritating those around her, as well as one of the female teachers who also gigged her for after school detention. Although she had a number of offers for a little action after detention was finished, Tracy decided to go home as a peace offering for her new wet nurse as she thought of Martine. Martine Calvert was not amused.

       Ruth Klunder had been in the shower for the better part of the afternoon, and was soaked to the skin and blue from the icy torrent she had endured. Twice she had been dragged from the shower for a beating with first the broomstick and then the crop. After that she had been given the choice of another session featuring a cold shower or eating the soap. Both times she took the shower, angering Martine to the quick. Now, who should come prancing in and very late at that, but Tracy the teenage tramp, reeking of solidifying cum and oozing fresh pussy juice from her recent masturbation session in the girls bathroom. She'd done it with the stall open for all to see just what a super tramp she really was. Martine was neither amused nor in a forgiving mood. Tracy had much to learn when it came to adult females that weren't teachers or spinsters.

       The teen tramp was ordered to go to her room and wait there until Martine came for her. Naturally brain dead Tracy thought that this would be the moment when her wet nurse professed her undying love for her and offered anything she wished in exchange for her hot young body in the same bed as she. The teenager had a great deal to learn when it came to the French woman. Tracy let out a loud gasp when her mother entered, followed by Martine. Ruth's lower body was covered with blotches, bruises, blood blisters and cuts of various sizes and depth, some still bleeding. The teen's next gasp was even louder as her mother was struck viciously across the back of her head by the broomstick in the French woman's hand. Her overweight charge nearly fell to the floor from the blow that dazed her somewhat.

       Martine pointed a finger at the teen and ordered Tracy to remove all her clothing and be quick about it unless she wanted a taste of the broomstick as well. The girl got naked in record time. The skinny teen's face paled when she was told to spread her legs and allow her mother to start cleaning out that sewer she called a cunt. To emphasize the seriousness of the situation, Martine slapped Ruth across the face twice and told her to kneel and start sucking out her daughter's well-fucked pussy and not to stop until she was told. The look on the teen tramp's face was priceless as her mother's tongue tentatively licked the outside of her hairless twat.

       Twenty minutes later the French woman allowed Ruth to take a break from her labors. She had taken to her daughter's pussy like the starving wretch she had become. It was a revelation for both Klunders. Ruth discovered that it wasn't as terrible as she thought; in fact she actually enjoyed the way her daughter relaxed after the first penetration of her tongue into that forbidden territory. Tracy was thrilled to her toes by the fact that it was her mother's tongue enthusiastically scooping out all that cum that had been shot into her twat today, and greedily swallowing every trace with smacking lips. Martine was most happy to see how the two were bonding. This was going to be a very enjoyable assignment if this was any indication of how it would progress.

       Their mistress knew that it was impossible for them to completely bond or become civilized in only a few days, but this was progress and she was satisfied. Ruth was put back to work on her daughter's muffin, and from the look of bliss on Tracy's face, she was in heaven for the moment. Of course she would have to pay a penalty for her bad behavior at school today. She had already been informed by one of the female teachers about Tracy's behavior and asked to apply more discipline and control over the girl in the future. Ms. Calvert was most amused that she had been mistaken for Ruth Klunder. She would allow this charade to continue, since it provided her the information that she knew Tracy would try to conceal from her. She let Ruth lap away at Tracy's pubic mound, noisily slobbering and grunting as she did her best to inhale the girl's tender twat and the surrounding area. Finally satisfied that there would be no orgasm occurring from her efforts, she ordered Ruth to stop. After reminding Tracy that tomorrow was a school day, she strongly suggested that the teen tramp do her homework and then turn in for the night, making sure that Tracy understood that she would not be having any supper this evening.

       After locking Ruth into the small, windowless room in which she was kept when not being supervised by Martine, the French woman took a leisurely shower and after putting on her robe, decided to check up on little Tracy. It wasn't even necessary to open the door to hear what was going on in the teen's bedroom. Tracy was on the phone, talking in low tones to a student or perhaps teacher about a pending meeting for some hot sex. She was describing the outfit she'd be wearing and what she planned to have him do to her during their date. Martine's face darkened when Tracy mentioned what had happened between her and Ruth. This was totally unacceptable and so she entered the girl's room without knocking, her face tight with anger.

       Sitting on a chair beside the desk was Tracy, wearing only a see-through teddy. The food on the desk was evidence that she had disobeyed Martine in more ways than one. The teen had been masturbating while she spoke to whoever it was on the other side of the line. Caught in the act, she hung up the phone and tried to compose herself. Martine slapped the girl across the face as she attempted to rise from the chair. It tipped over and she staggered toward the bed, only to be caught by another blow to the ear, this time from the angry woman's closed fist. Tracy put up her arms to protect her face and for her troubles took a knee driven up between the trampy teen's legs, flattening her blood-filled cunt lips and forcing up some bile from her nearly empty stomach.

       Martine grabbed Tracy's hair and pushed the girl back onto the bed, quickly straddling her chest. She slammed the tramp's head against the bed a number of times, rattling her teeth and bringing tears to her eyes. Tracy didn't put up much of a struggle and Martine's anger quickly cooled. In the brief struggle the woman's robe had come undone and Tracy was staring up at a set of plump tits with large areolas and fat nipples that must have been at least an inch and half long. Martine was taken by surprise when the teen grabbed her around the midriff and pulled her down so that they were face to face. For a few seconds there was only the sound of their panting, then Tracy took the initiative, pulling Martine's face down so she could kiss her.

       This was totally unexpected and for a heartbeat or two or three, she was passive. Then the woman reciprocated with more enthusiasm and energy than she had planned. For a very long time they stayed that way, their tongues dueling and lips pressing together and breaking apart. Martine was able to smell the scent of pussy juice emanating from her skinny charge that had become a lot more to her in a matter of a few seconds time. Rationally this could not be happening. Logically this should not be happening. How did this come to be? All these thoughts flew by in fractions of seconds as Martine tried to cope with this overload of emotion that had taken control of both of them. So it came to pass that Tracy and Martine spent most of the next few hours exploring each other's bodies, discovering that despite the age difference and perspective, they did have something in common, their physical attraction.

       Tracy was astonished to discover that Martine not only had a thick pelt guarding her cunt, she also had a forest in each armpit. It took a few attempts, but soon she learned how to properly lick those hairy armpits to give her new lover a great deal of pleasure. Martine advised her to start allowing her hair to grow in the same areas as hers, guaranteeing she would attract a better grade of lover, both male and female, in this manner. When Martine went down on Tracy, she felt as if her entire body was floating in space, so great was the pleasure she experienced. Soon they were locked in an ardent sixty-nine position, tongues working diligently to pleasure their partner. It was Martine who had the first orgasm, a loud groan issuing from her as she shook like a leaf in a windstorm. Tracy felt a power within her fifteen-year-old body that she hadn't known existed.

       Martine made Tracy stretch out on her bed and spread her legs. The next thing the teen felt were fingers parting her outer, then inner cunt lips and a warm breath on her exposed clitoris. Then the warmth was replaced by a wet tongue and then a pair of lips sucking that nubbin into full hardness. It felt at times like torture as Tracy was brought closer and ever so closer to that magic moment when she would have the first orgasm produced by someone other than herself. It came suddenly and it was magical! Her entire body shook and she had difficulty breathing as her heart pounded and beads of perspiration popped out all over her bare body. When Martine kissed her nipples she went to heaven and stayed there for the longest time.

       Upon recovering from this cataclysmic event, her only thoughts were to remain with her mysterious mistress and do it over and over until she passed out from ecstasy. It was not to be, for Martine reminded her that she had to be spanked and rather hard for all the bad things she did this day. However, Martine was too weary from the wonderful time they had, that she granted Tracy a reprieve until tomorrow. The teen tramp was at a loss to explain why this had to be that way. At her tender age and lacking any experience with more adult passion, it was impossible for her to understand Martine's insistence that she pay a penalty for her poor behavior today. What did that mean compared to what they had just shared? Tracy Klunder had much to learn and many of the lessons would be painful.

       

                               (To be continued - rolf palsy)

Sister's Pimp - Chapter 23

       It was a confused Tracy Klunder who watched Martine Calvert leave the room, naked and stinking of sweat and sex, carrying her robe over one arm. For a woman her age she had a fabulous body and Tracy desperately wanted to go down on her for at least another couple of hours. She was already planning to get up early tomorrow morning and snuggle into the French woman's bed and wake her with some tongue action on or even inside her hairy pussy. Getting to school on time was a distant second when compared to eating Martine's hot, juicy slit. The trampy teen finally got to sleep by masturbating and imaging it was Martine strumming her fat, super sensitive clit.

       Martine was the one that awoke Tracy, and then abruptly left the bedroom to look after Ruth. This morning after Tracy went to school, she intended to let Ruth get out of the straitjacket to see if she was docile enough for just handcuffs and a hobble. The poor woman had not eaten anything of significance since Martine had joined the Klunder family. After tethering her in the shower, and locking the bathroom door from the outside, she checked on the progress of Tracy.

       The teen had regressed since last night and promised to be a handful, arguing that her outfit for the day was within regulations. It wasn't, and would really make her the center of attention at Arnold Palmer high school. Unfortunately for Tracy, on that she was correct. The first call to the house was less than an hour after school began for the day. Martine refused to come to the school and take "her" child home, and that was that. Whoever was on the other end of the line threatened to have Tracy suspended. That was something else. She told the person that a family member would be over shortly to escort Tracy home. You can imagine the pleasure this gave yours truly when Martine tapped me for this little assignment.

       Evidently Tracy had decided that her underwear was superfluous, and thus had removed it the moment she was within the school. Her skirt was slit to the thighs on both sides and showed that the teen tramp was naked from the waist down. Her see-through top also revealed no bra, but instead a set of pointy nipples. She immediately flashed the lesbian teacher she had for her first class. The poor woman was between lovers and the sight of Tracy's hairless clam, glistening with juice from her quick session of masturbation in the girls bathroom was most evident. To say she was tongue-tied was an understatement. When the hot teen shifted her body to give the teacher an even better view of her dripping twat, it put her over the edge. The first detention notification was presented to the teen and she was asked to leave the classroom. It took two burly hall monitors to remove the struggling Tracy Klunder and drag her down to the principal's office. Nailer hit the ceiling, and the rest was history.

       The little teaser even had the nerve to flash me as we drove over to the house. The aroma of freshly aroused pussy flesh filled my car and I had to open the window to get some clean air. Then she hiked up her super-short skirt and gave me a full view of that puffy clam, innocently inquiring if I wanted a taste or perhaps even a quickie before I dropped her off at her place. Without taking my eyes off the road, I reached over and gave that pouting pussy a good whack and she let out a yelp and accused me of trying to rape her. For her troubles she got a second slap, just as hard and just as accurate. Damned if the little cock teaser didn't try to unzip my fly and get at my semi-hard cock. I'm only human and that was a nice piece of pussy she was showing, even though it was attached to an ignorant, thoughtless, cock-teasing slut of a tramp. If I weren't on such a tight schedule, I'd have given her a spanking she'd long remember once we arrived at her place. Instead I pushed her from the car and watched her scamper into the house where an infuriated Martine Calvert awaited.

       What happened once Tracy disappeared behind the front door to her house was a deep, dark secret known to only a few confidants, including my dear old mother. What is known to those curious to ask was that Tracy Klunder was suspended for the rest of the school term and neither seen nor heard by all but a few of the inner circle. Her next appearance was at the summer camp run by principal Nailer. She had developed a nice set of tits, as the result of some advanced plastic surgery performed by Dr. Patterson, in exchange for Tracy's professional services. The details of what happened to her at camp Fukalot that summer are still not public knowledge. It is however rumored that Tracy set new records in many sexual categories and was the first camper to have had sex with all the other attendees plus every single member of the staff, as well as all those volunteers who made up the numerous O-mobs that were an integral, but unofficial part of the camp Fukalot experience. She never returned to Arnold Palmer high school, but is being home schooled by her new mistress, Ms. Martine Calvert, who is a very stern taskmistress and disciplinarian according to those who know her. Rumor has it that young Tracy loves every minute of the brutal discipline that her mistress Martine still applies to her.

       Mom was one of those trusted souls that Martine called upon to assist her in breaking the bad habits that Ruth and her trampy daughter had developed. It took some effort on my part to get mom to tell me some of the highlights of her visits. I always had to deliver plenty of hard cock while she dredged up her memories of what took place when she was at the Klunder residence. Ruth showed definite signs of benefiting from Martine's regimen of very little food and plenty of heavy exercise. Throw in daily enemas of various concoctions and as much physical and mental discipline as the woman could endure and you had the recipe for making her lose over thirty pounds in around six weeks or so. Mom never saw Ruth with any clothing no matter what the temperature in the old drafty house. The woman was always hobbled and cuffed, and lots of times gagged as well. She always seemed to have fresh welts and bruises from the beatings she took for any misstep or sign of disobedience to Martine's directives. Her pubic air was removed about midway in the program, and she was kept bald down below by means of the very painful bikini waxes she got every week.

       Little Tracy was not in evidence very often, which made the changes that took place in her physical appearance much more startling. Mom had assisted Martine in giving Tracy a huge enema one afternoon. The tramp had lost considerable weight, way too much for her skinny body. Her eyes were ringed with dark circles from lack of sleep and seemed to be sinking into her skull. Naturally she was stark naked, which showed the type of discipline that emaciated body was taking on what seemed like a daily basis. Every time that mom saw Tracy she had fresh cuts, bruises, welts, and even on one-occasion burns that couldn't have been made more than a few hours ago. Her hands were cuffed behind her back and the cuffs were always ratcheted down to bite into her bony wrists. Once, the skin had been broken and fresh blood was seeping from the area just below where the cuffs were contacting her parchment-like skin. A second set of cuffs pulled her elbows almost together, and a third set ate into the flesh of her stringy, upper arms.  

       The thing that really caught mom's eye was the condition of the teen's budding tits, rounded ass and hairless pussy. Martine had no problem with telling mom what she used to discipline young Tracy. Mom always felt that there was more behind what she said, much more. However no matter how long I ate mom's pussy or even licked and sucked her tight asshole, she never gave up any extra information about why Martine whipped the teen tramp so brutally and so often. Tracy took the strap every day, sometimes there were two or even three sessions if she was really out of hand. It was a mystery to mom exactly how the troubled teen could be out of hand considering the way she was restrained and the emaciated condition of her body.

       The strap was used on her pussy and chest, usually twenty to thirty times on each area. Tracy took those standing, with her legs wide apart to make whipping her pussy a simple task. For every lash she tried to evade, she got two more. Tracy learned to stand and take it for as long as Martine's arm was able to wield the strap. The teen's pussy was always criss crossed with angry welts and on a few occasions Martine bragged that the entrance to Tracy's cunt was swollen shut after back to back whippings for some serious infraction of the rules.

       Mom only looked at Tracy's destroyed ass when she had the need, such as sodomizing the teen with a monster dildo or shoving a nozzle up her loose asshole to give her a special enema guaranteed to make the teen tramp think that her insides had caught fire. Martine had developed an approach that utterly devastated what was Tracy's best feature, her apple shaped ass. The troublemaker would be tied down over a padded bench, making her ass a perfect target. Martine would start by using a heavy wooden paddle with holes drilled through it to make the impact greater when it flattened the teen tramp's round ass. Using a two-handed grip she'd give the girl as many as twenty plus blows, sometimes taking fifteen minutes to finish that phase of the pounding. They she'd use the strap, both ends, to whip the purple, blotchy flesh already covered with blisters, causing most to burst and spread a sheen of liquid from them that covered her blistered buns. Tracy would always be gagged for this type of beating and rarely was she conscious when Martine was done beating her. If she was really out of control, Martine would pour heavily salted hot water over Tracy's swollen ass and leave the girl to shiver and wish she were dead. You talk about tough love; this was the ultimate.

       Gradually the pendulum swung from Ruth to Tracy. Ruth began to shape up quickly and that allowed Ms. Calvert to send more time disciplining Tracy. The trampy teen would be cuffed and hobbled before being shoved into the shower to either freeze or broil by the hour, depending upon Martine's mood and the type of offense that Tracy had committed. The beatings grew more frequent and lengthier until Tracy became one large bruise from head to toe. Martine started inviting teachers of both sexes from the school to have a turn or two on a very helpless Tracy. They certainly proved the validity of the old saying about payback being a bitch. What ultimately saved the teenager's mind and health was the way she responded to any sexual hint from either Martine or her mother, Ruth. 

       This renewed interest in sex rekindled Martine's feelings for the teenager as well as making her sensitive to Ruth as a sexual being as well. It seems that Ruth had feelings for other women that she kept locked away deep in her psyche. Once she came out of the closet, everything changed. She could hardly wait to get her hands on her daughter, despite her emaciated form and inability to sexually perform with any type of energy. Ruth found that she enjoyed being the aggressor when it came to Tracy and more submissive when it was Martine and her doing something taboo in the privacy of the bedroom or bathroom or wherever their fancy took them.

       To restore the teen's self-confidence once she was brought to heel, Martine convinced Ruth to let the girl have breast implants. Dr. Patterson was delighted to be able to experiment with a new procedure on his patient, who was penniless. In his interviews before her operation, he also discovered that she had a very strong sex drive and a slight touch of masochism. She became more than just a patient despite her poor physical condition and the marks left from the brutal treatment she had endured over many long months. It turned out that despite the number of male teachers who had the teen at their mercy during her ordeal, none were interested in fucking what looked like a survivor from a concentration camp. The plastic surgeon was the first real cock she got since her expulsion from high school. In fact the night before her surgery, he did her twice and during the second pounding she had an orgasm, a weak one, but a convincing demonstration that she was on the path to full recovery when it came to having heterosexual relations.

       The surgery was so successful, that to celebrate his new breakthrough, which would bring in over a hundred thousand dollars every two or three months, and to make sure it could be done on more senior types like Ruth, he made her his second patient. For some strange reason, he and Ruth were attracted to each other. They went at it like two teenagers for months until their relationship cooled down somewhat. It seems that many of his new patients weren't half bad looking before the surgery, and looked like porn stars afterward. Often the happy client provided the good doctor a bonus involving access to her goodies for a period of time while she healed completely. As far as Ruth was concerned, she was free as a bird and looking foxy and fine to both men and women. Even yours truly was happy as a clam at high tide to share a bed with the new, confident, and very sexy Ruth Klunder.

       Jumping ahead of myself, the reunion between Tracy, her doctor, Ruth and Martine was fantastic. The night before, the teen tramp had taken on three O-mobs, a camp record. In less than six hours after the last mob member had pumped his final load into her swampy, super-loose snatch, Tracy was greeted and immediately taken to the best suite in the fancy hotel located a few miles from camp Fukalot. All she had on were a pair of shorts that hugged her pussy like a second skin and an elastic top that was stretched to its limit by the 38 double Ds it was trying to contain. Once the door to the suite was shut, off came her shorts and top and into the bedroom they marched her. By the time she reached the bed, her hands were cuffed behind her back. She grinned at the sight of the dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, condoms, gags and even a custom built straitjacket plus various lubricants waiting to be used on her not so tight twat and somewhat tighter asshole. Her grin turned into a broad smile as the doctor approached her, a syringe in his hand, ready to shoot up her big tits and pussy to make them even more sensitive for what was planned by her dear friends.

                       (To be continued - rolf palsy)

                               Sister's Pimp - Chapter 24

       Even though the new clientele now took up most of our time, we never forgot the ones that kept us going during the not so good times. A few months ago it appeared that Karen Bross had taken a turn for the better and managed to eliminate her need for male companionship that was related by blood to her. Her two boys were getting more than the average amount of teen pussy and most of it fairly decent. Studs, ranging in age from their mid-twenties to late thirties, were nailing Karen, who loved every inch of man meat she was getting. She knew the location of almost every decent motel or hotel within ten miles of her home. If she cared, she could be getting laid every night of the week with other liaisons scheduled for lunch or early afternoon. She was naturally the main course, and often her partner wanted extra helpings of her tight pussy and even tighter asshole. The fact that this tall, thin woman with great tits loved it up the ass made her a very popular date.

       Gradually the number of dates fell off as she began turning down many men who had already done her two or more times without really making the kind of impression on Karen that might lead to something more permanent. It was a chance conversation she had with Pat Carmody that changed her sex life dramatically. Pat, or "princess Tonka", her alter ego when romping with her two studly sons, had just recovered from the latest interrogation. It had included having her bottom caned until it started to crack open in places. They had sodomized her wearing double-walled, ribbed condoms to protect their cocks from the hot sauce they had packed into princess Tonka's asshole prior to raping her. The poor dear was in such pain that she almost revealed the location of the gold mine.

       Even when they passed large amounts of high voltage electricity through her big tits, swollen clit, asshole and pussy, she held out. Beating her tits with rubber hoses made them so swollen, they too cracked open in places and caused her to pass out repeatedly without providing any information that would be useful in their search for the lost gold mine. Karen's eyes grew large when Pat Carmody described the amazing orgasms she experienced during her torturing.

       That evening Karen sat down with her boys and outlined a new game they might enjoy playing with her. She would be a spy who was passing critical information to the enemy. They would be given two hours to make her identify her contact. To make it even more exciting, they would be allowed to bring other agents into the process if she proved to be too stubborn for them. The feral looks on their faces as she described what was being done regularly to Pat Carmody by her sons told her all she needed to know. She couldn't help but shiver with excitement and feel her panties being flooded with pussy juice that hadn't flowed like this since her honeymoon.

       The first session was not what Karen expected. Once they got her properly tied up so her best features were available with relative ease, she was prepared to have her tits caned, maybe even singed with a hot soldering iron, for openers. Instead her boys sent the majority of their time seeing how deep they could get their cocks into her pussy and asshole. It was more like a "getting to know you" session, as they renewed their familiarity with their mother's private parts. She sucked cock, swallowed everything they made her lick from their spent "stiffies", her nickname for their cocks, and tongued their butt holes until they glistened. Her older, who did have a sort of mean streak, fisted her and had Karen sobbing so loudly that they stuffed her mouth with their filthy briefs, and used duct tape to keep them in place.

       Attempts by her other son to get his fist into her asshole were unsuccessful, but it hurt like hell, which surprisingly turned her on. That did not go unnoticed by either of them. A few minutes before time was up, they started punching her tits, flattening those fake bags of silicone with every blow as she gasped and moved her head from side to side as each sledge hammer blow landed on her very vulnerable implants. All in all she was less than enchanted with their efforts, and suggested they get together with the Carmody boys and see what they were doing to their mother.

       The meeting with the Carmodys also included Pat, at her sons' request. The Bross boys gawked and stammered as she stripped down to her skin and a smile. Her big natural tits were swollen, lopsided and blotchy. There were areas that were purple, others black or bluish. The nipples had been skewered with inch long pins forming a cross, a souvenir from an earlier session. There were burn marks from where the electricity had moved in and out of her bare body. She even had to hold her cunt lips apart to show where the juice had fried her inner lips and done some peripheral damage to the insides of her twat. They gasped at the sight of her brutalized ass, still swollen and in places suppurating from the vicious caning it had absorbed.

       What blew them totally away were her comments that the orgasms from the recent sessions had been getting more and more intense, to the point she was afraid her heart might stop. When the Carmody boys offered to let their visitors fuck their mother as a gesture of good will, the Bross boys were struck speechless. Pat Carmody insisted that it was fine with her. She loved teenaged cock and never turned down any opportunity that came her way. Her sons laughed and one said she was a slut, not a whore, because she never asked for money. Soon Pat was sitting on the bed taking turns sucking off the Bross studs so they could get stiff enough to give it to her the way she liked it, hard, fast and lasting a long, long time.

       To make everybody comfortable, including the designated fuckee, Pat Carmody, they tied her hands tightly behind her back and warned her about moving around too much. They allowed their mother to use a pillow under her bottom to ease the pain still radiating from her devastated ass, as well as elevate her pussy to give the boys an easier time of it when they were fucking her. For the next hour or so the quartet took turns making the bed creak and bringing plenty of moans, groans, grunts and sighs from the helpless woman, except when she was being force fed hard cock orally.

       There was a huge wet spot between her spread thighs from all the cum that drooled from her well-stretched cunt. She had somehow managed to squeeze off not one but two fair-sized orgasms that curled her toes and made the lucky fucker inside her at the time feel her twat convulsing mindlessly around his stiff cock. A good time was had by all, and the Bross boys couldn't wait to get home and start interrogating their mom, the terrorist who was also a secret agent in her spare time. They had also promised the Carmody boys a crack at their mom in the very near future. This was one area where they had something to offer. It turned out that Pat Carmody was no fan of anal intercourse while Karen Bross loved to take it up the ass by the hour. Once word got around about her specialty, the Bross teens were going to become very popular and their mother very, very busy handling the cocks that wanted entry through her backdoor.

       That night they dragged their mother out of bed and took her to their room for an interrogation session that lasted most of the night. They made Karen eat a bar of laundry soap, fisting her brutally whenever she stopped chewing. To wash it down, she was forced to drink a pint of liquid detergent, then securely gagged. Naturally without her being able to speak, it was a one-sided question and answer session. They experimented with electricity, stripping the insulation off about two feet of electrical cord, and wrapping the ends around her tits. Then they plugged it in and watched their mom dance and quiver as the surge of electrons fought through the silicone oil comprising most of her implants.  It presented a detour that sent the electrons surging off to other portions of her chest and tits. Lucky for Karen her big tits weren't real. There would have been hell to pay, especially if the power stopped her heart from beating or sent it into wild oscillations, which would prove just as bad. The boys got discouraged when this attempt at sophisticated torture seemed to have no affect on their captive, mom the terrorist.

       More fisting got them nowhere, even when they removed Karen's gag and made her lick off the mess that covered the fists and even a portion of the arms of the boys working on her tight fuck tunnel. To make matters worse, she puked up the mixture of detergent and laundry soap that they had forced down her throat previously. To punish her for ruining their bedding they took turns ass fucking her for nearly an hour. Of course Karen wondered why they were doing this to her, since she loved being ass fucked. The only exception was a huge cock, both thick and long, which from bitter experience she knew would cause serious pain for weeks afterward. Next they tried sticking utensils such as knives, forks and spoons into her pussy and asshole and heating them using a small soldering iron. She twisted and moved around so much that most of the time she dislodged them before they could do any damage. The boys also shot themselves in the foot a number of times, burning themselves with the soldering iron while engaged in heating up whatever they stuck inside her twat or butthole.

       That weekend the Carmody brothers and a few of their friends assisted the Bross boys in making secret agent X69 spill her guts. For the first couple of hours they softened her up by beating her tits and pussy with straps and switches cut from the stand in the Carmody backyard. The switches were kept soaking in a brine solution except when they were put to good use cutting her big tits into bleeding strips of flesh or splitting her outer cunt lips. All the time the oversized ball gag they used to quiet her made her jaws feel as if they were about to become unhinged. To break the monotony, the seven teens took turns fucking her bleeding and bruised pussy as well as cornholing her asshole using condoms coated with hot sauce that made Karen almost rupture herself trying to evade the pain. Some of the teens suggested that Karen Bross might be a pain freak based on the way she reacted to her whippings. Her sons were shocked at this observation, but began to have second thoughts about their very submissive mother.

       Their visitors had brought the stuff they used to fry Pat Carmody's private parts, a recent addition to the tortures they used to get the information from princess Tonka about the gold mine. So far she had resisted, but they knew it was just a matter of time before she confessed there was no gold mine, but urged them to continue to think up ways to make her really hurt, but not to be crippled or hospitalized. While they set it up, the Bross brothers took turns whipping their mother's pussy with switches. Binder clamps held her pussy lips apart, making her clit and inner cunt lips completely vulnerable to the brine soaked switches that spit her cunt right down the middle from clit to base. When she started squirting whenever a particularly vicious stroke tore into her pulpy, super-sensitive flesh, the Bross sons knew that their friends were probably correct about their mother.

       Copper alligator clips were attached to Karen's clit and deep inside her dripping cunt. When the knife-edge switch was flipped, sending electricity through her intimate regions, Karen's body rose from the bed except for the tied down portions. She mindlessly shook and quivered as her clit started to boil in her own pussy juice that she was generating in huge quantities. They gave her maybe ten seconds at a time until she passed out from the pain. Revived she discovered that the clips were now digging into the flesh deep inside her pussy and securely lodged within her asshole. They gave her five-second bursts and the stink of her broiling flesh almost made the teens vomit.

       When Karen lost control of her bowels and fouled the bed, she received the beating of her life. It left her covered with welts and bloody gashes. The damage was so severe that the torture session had to be ended for fear that she might go into shock or worse still, be hospitalized. Karen Bross was never the same after her ordeal. That is not to say that she retreated into her own fantasy world. To the contrary, Karen Bross became a professional prostitute whose clients were the type no self-respecting whore would service. She traveled extensively and never failed to return with large sums of money and physical damage to her rejuvenated body, kept in good working order by the skills of Dr. Patterson.

                                (To be continued - rolf palsy)

            Sister's Pimp - Chapter 25

       Despite all the turmoil associated with absorbing the new families and implementing some advanced ideas put forward by Martine Calvert, there still remained two major issues for yours truly. One had to do with my sister's cute ass, which remained virginal, and the other Pat Carmody's gorgeous daughter, Carly. I'd been derelict in my duties toward both and it had started bothering me to no end. These days the only ass I was getting came from my dear old mom, when she got a chance. She had a clients list that was the envy of all the other women including Karen Bross, who was happily turning tricks as a professional prostitute, exclusively catering these days to the deviant types.

       Things had gotten so busy that I asked my mother for help in caring for Carly Carmody. She in turn tried to palm off the youthful sex-bomb to-be to my sister. Megan would have none of that, being busier that a one-armed paperhanger with the hives. There was a good side to that situation, Megan probably had forgotten about my promise to nail her asshole sooner than later. Sooner had gone off the calendar and later looked to be some time next year. While I was congratulating myself for getting away with a broken promise, Megan arranged a meeting between Carly and Martine. You talk about a match made in heaven. Two days after their first meeting Martine approached Pat Carmody, who at the time was having her sexuality challenged by the Connors males.

       Pat had been rotated into the Connors family, all six of them. By the end of the first day there had been a coup d'etat led by Ian, the alpha male, but firmly supported by the other five. Pat Carmody, the strong-willed mother of three, was sentenced to two weeks of very hard labor and immediately placed in restraints. Somehow Martine had talked her way into the room where Ms. Carmody was having her attitude adjusted rather significantly. The attractive, well-built, forty year-old, with tits that seemed to be able to sustain any amount of the most severe handling, and a cunt that defied the thickest cocks, was discovering that there were breaches in her armor and some were in the process of being exposed by the Connors brood.

       This was her second rotation and the first had been a piece of cake. She had ruled the roost for two solid weeks and made slaves out of the teenagers she supervised. Their mother was bisexual and started using every child once he or she reached the age of thirteen. Pat Carmody wasted no time turning the boys into her adoring slaves by the simple matter of allowing them to fuck her at least twice a day during the week and much more often on the weekends. For her amusement she also arranged for the boys to sleep with their sisters when they weren't bedding down with her. Each morning the girls had to stand inspection and woe to whoever did not have a load or two of congealing sperm deep inside her tight young pussy.

       All it took was one time and that was the end of any rebellion on the part of the girls. Poor Barbara, the youngest child, was made an example that night before supper. She had to strip naked and bend over so she could grab her ankles. Ms. Carmody gave the girl twenty with the strap and when she was done Barbara's bottom was crimson and swollen. That night the girl had to join Pat in her bed, while the boys kept Joyce busy nearly half the night. Needless to say she passed the morning's inspection with flying colors and flowing cum, lots of flowing cum.

       Here the shoe was on the other foot so to speak. Before she knew what had hit her, Pat Carmody was stripped to the skin, handcuffed and dragged into the bathroom for some water sports. She took a cold shower, followed by one that made her feel parboiled. She was still struggling and yelling at them just before they plunged her head-first into the toilet bowl filled with offerings made by the entire set of Connors children. She put up a struggle but nature took its course and Pat ingested a lot more of what was in that toilet than she wanted to recollect later while the were doing something else nasty to her. This was followed by another pair of showers going from freezing to near boiling as she screamed herself hoarse.

       She made enough noise that they gagged her with a pair of ripe panties that was dunked into the filthy toilet before winding up in Pat's mouth. Before she went into the tub, face up; they tied her ankles tightly together. Pat understood what was about to happen and did her best to prevent them from placing her in the tub. They had a tremendous advantage and used it. It was a new kind of shower and one that traumatized her personality more than she realized.

       Each Connor had a go at her, using Pat's face in most cases as their target. The girls squatted and let fly from point blank range, aiming for the eyes and then gradually working down Ms. Carmody's face as her mind began to do back flips. The boys on the other hand were more sporting, straddling her body and pissing on their victim from her brow to pussy, seeing how accurate they were at painting her eyes, nose, tits and pussy. None of the clan noticed that she was crying uncontrollably from this demeaning act. Without realizing it, they had already broken this strong-willed woman's resistance, and started her down the slope to ultimate submission. Princess Tonka would soon overcome Pat Carmody's personality and the consequences would be substantial.

       What Martine witnessed made her smile. Pat Carmody was tied spread-eagle fashion to the bed, a huge wet spot located between her spread legs that were trembling from the strain caused by the ropes restraining them. Her arms were pulled up over her head and her wrists tied tightly to the bed frame. A large ball gag was stretching her jaws to their limit and a steady stream of drool was oozing from the narrow region between the gag and her thinned lips. Her bottom was elevated by a pillow that revealed the large dildo buried deep within her asshole. Ian casually mentioned that the entire brood had been using her butthole for the past few hours whenever the family cat got tired of licking up the cream that they poured over her stiff, swollen clit to entice it. That fascinated Martine who stayed around for the better part of an hour watching the cat's raspy tongue drive Pat Carmody out of her mind.

       The cat had no concept of the connection between her rough tongue and the human being who was being driven to the edge of madness by the inconsiderate way the animal treated that swollen, aching, play toy that was the key to those magical orgasms that women strived to obtain as often as possible. Martine could not resist adding some fuel to the fire, first by sucking Pat's nipples until they were so stiff they ached, then using her sharp fingernails to leave a pebbled trail of goose flesh behind as they went around and around the region adjoining Pat's swollen love button.

       The Connors girls took a great interest in what the French woman was doing to their new playmate and could hardly wait to try them out on her. Meanwhile Pat Carmody trembled and broke out in a sweat, her heart beating erratically as the cat mindlessly tormented her to beyond anything she could handle in her muddled state of mind. Just as Martine took her leave, one of the girls was donning a strap-on, preparing to sodomize the half-crazed woman who drooled and twitched while her eyes stared at the ceiling, showing no interest in what was happening to her body. She had been driven over the edge for the first time. There would be many more torments that sent her spinning into space destined to fall and fall, all the time screaming until her vocal cords ceased to function.

       Martine would make a number of surprise visits to the house, sometimes in the early morning, others late in the evening. Pat Carmody was always tightly bound and usually being used by either one or more of the family or a close friend or friends. One thing was certain, Ian used her more often than the rest and seemed to be the one responsible for her disciplining, be it personally or appointed by him to one of the other family, girl or boy. Only once did she arrive while a gangbang was going on, and was surprised to discover that the group included members of both sexes, and astonished that it had been in progress for over a day and a half with no apparent end in sight. She was troubled by the fact that at no time did she ever witness Ms. Carmody experiencing any type of orgasm. Her worst fears were confirmed by a smiling Ian who readily admitted that withholding any type of orgasm from their guest was one way of disciplining her.

       On a few occasions Martine had witnessed the woman taking thorough beatings with various implements. Once she watched dispassionately as Pat Carmody's firm ass was sliced to pieces by fresh cut willow branches that had been soaked in brine. She had been guilty of failing to give one of the girls an orgasm. In another case her tits had been pounded with a rubber hose until they became so swollen that small fissures in the stretched skin finally gave way and burst open from the prolonged battering they'd received from two of the boys. She had been found guilty of disobedience, failing to show respect while she gulped down their piss as fast as they could produce it before sucking them off and swallowing their cum as well.  Lucky for her they were in the bathroom when she vomited, thus no damage was done that she couldn't fix with her very sore tongue.

       Toward the end of her assignment, princess Tonka took over Pat's personality lock stock and barrel. The Indian owner of the map to the gold mine was put to the question repeatedly, but proved difficult. Her final two and a half days were spent under the blazing sun during the day and the chilly winds that blew over her naked body at night when the insects forged for food and found her salty form most suitable for their needs. During this entire period her pussy lips, both outer and inner, were kept wide open by a system of clamps and alligator clips. This allowed easy access by the insects as well as the burning rays of the sun. As she baked in the merciless heat of the sun every drop of moisture seemed to be wrung from her sweating body. The trio of boys continued to use her, covering princess Tonka every few hours and exhausting her further by their efforts and her desire to squeeze off at least one orgasm. They denied her every time, much to her frustration.

       The girls were even crueler, inserting twigs and then rough branches into her cunt and sawing away as she babbled and begged for relief. Worst still was when they yanked her tongue from her mouth, slipped a pair of nooses made of fishing line around it and attached barbs that went into her tits, thus raising them to expose the tender undersides to the ravages of the blazing sun. The Indian princess became parched and felt sure she was on the verge of expiring from the lack of water. Both the boys and girls were only too happy to supply her all the piss she could swallow. Unfortunately in her current state, the princess was unable to absorb much because of the saltiness. It was Ian who finally decided that princess Tonka had enough for now, but promised an even more stringent session if she every returned.

       As luck would have it, the next rotation found her dealing with Arlene Collier's sad sack boys and her trio of lesbian wannabes. During those two weeks, Pat Carmody regenerated some of her old personality and recovered most of her physical strength. She also had Doug and Andy making sure she had her usual quota of orgasms, even though it meant they worked harder than they ever had previously. As for the girls, they were delighted to have a new, much more knowledgeable playmate who could teach them all sorts of tricks to make their orgasms become more frequent and stronger. It was not as wonderful as they first thought, but Pat did her best and left that group with even more of her personality restored. Then trouble reared its ugly head when she was face to face with the Graves trio, headed by another alpha male, Ralph. That was the one that made her regress back to where she was just before Ian allowed her to leave with almost a whole skin covering her bare body.

       It was more of the same for poor Pat. Ralph was a younger version of Ian and just as demanding. His sisters went along with anything their brother decided when it came to disciplining Ms. Carmody. It didn't take long for princess Tonka to reappear and the rest was just a repetition of her experiences with the Connors brood. Ralph had a large circle of friends to assist him as he tortured his victim to her limits and then drove her into that area of darkness that would remain a part of her personality for the rest of her life. Of interest Martine Calvert paid frequent visits to watch Pat being tortured or gangbanged to her limits and beyond. This seemed to excite her sexually, and the Graves daughters were only too happy to assist her in achieving one orgasm after another. Often they cavorted in the presence of Pat Carmody or her alter ego, princess Tonka, as the skin was whipped from her welted ass or another burn was added to the dozens that covered her tits and armpits. By the time Pat Carmody was allowed to return to her own family, she was merely a hollow shell, her mind having retreated to another place, where it remained for many years.

                               (To be continued - rolf palsy)

                       Sister's Pimp - Chapter 26

       By now the interaction between the two family groups had been concluded. Considering the variety of sexual preferences and quirks that were unearthed, our efforts had been successful in the majority of cases. There were new alignments as the members of the various families made more knowledgeable decisions thanks to the greater variety of selections that were now offered. The departure of Karen Bross and Pat Carmody left some significant voids that needed to be filled. In tandem the teenagers were taking a more active role in their families, especially the newer families created by the elimination of other groups that could not survive intact. Through it all I still had two major failed responsibilities to exercise.

       It would have been easy to just kick back and let nature take its course. I was certain that Martine would be delighted to effectively adopt Carly Carmody, who was showing all the signs of a budding lesbian and a tendency towards servitude and masochism. Add to that her beauty and youth and you had a nearly perfect package that would appeal to almost any pervert. Somehow the idea of Martine having total power over this child bothered me. Carly still didn't know who she was in many respects. She needed a guide or teacher not a mistress, at least not yet. My mom and sister had shied away from that responsibility early in the game, leaving yours truly holding the bag.

       Megan had developed into one fine piece of ass and yours truly had no problem moving her into my bed on a semi-permanent basis. In fact the prospect of a threesome featuring my sister, Carly and lucky me sounded like a winner. The big obstacle to that arrangement was anal compatibility. Would Megan's asshole enjoy my cock, and vice-versa; that was the big issue? An added problem had to do with Megan's recovery from the botched sex session we had with the older couple; especially what happened to her with Jonathan, who turned out to be an experienced gigolo.

       A lot of things, all bad according to mom, happened to Megan while I was away learning my trade. Dad beat her constantly when he wasn't "supervising" Megan while she took on his friends for free to gain experience. Just before he died he had started pimping her out to perverts who did things to her that she refused to tell even her mother. At the rate she was going, her career as a professional prostitute would have ended before it truly began. Those dark times still remain hidden from sight. The more I thought about things the more important it became that she reveal to me what did happen to her, regardless of how painful it might be. For this I'd need mom's assistance. I just couldn't bring myself to allow Martine to poke her nose into family business.

       Then there was the issue of prying Carly away from the baleful influence of Martine. The French woman was a very valuable member of my organization and I would hate to lose her. However I was having second thoughts about effectively leaving Carly to her tender mercies. At her age the teen should be experiencing sex in all its forms with both sexes. Instead she seemed to be concentrating on sixty-nine exclusively and only with older women who Martine trusted. I knew for a fact that Carol Faust and Pat Bromback spent plenty of their free time enjoying Carly's tight body under Martine's supervision. It was doubtful if any male had ever gotten within arm's length of her. Home schooling, Calvert style, precluded members of the opposite sex. I resolved to end this unnatural situation even if it meant losing Martine and adding the extra burden of teaching Carly the tricks of the trade to yours truly.

       Not unexpectedly Megan stonewalled my suggestion that she unburden herself about the dark times with the family, especially dad. That led to a discussion with mom about the situation. Even though I got her off twice with some triple tonguing and cock in every hole before shooting my load all over her big tits, and she provided one of her spectacular blowjobs, we were not any closer to solving the Megan problem. It was while we were resting up that I made an off-hand remark about turning Megan over to Ian Connors and Ralph Graves so they could get the truth out of her. Mom's face lit up and she announced that was the answer to the Megan problem. Personally I thought she had lost her mind.

       While mom set up the rendezvous that she claimed would break the silence about what happened to Megan while she "serviced" her perverted clients, I had a heart-to-heart talk with Martine and got the answer I expected. That's when I played my ace and announced that Martine's services were no longer needed in this manner. Since Pat Carmody had given me the responsibility to educate Carly, I was going to turn the girl over to the Graves clan until such time as I could take over the duties of educating her myself. My adversary's face grew tight and blanched; she had lost the game to me and knew it. I wasted no time collecting my charge and escorting the hot bodied teen to her temporary home, warning her that she was now under their discipline and things would go very hard on her if she proved to be a disobedient member of this family.

       Claire Graves was only too happy to take charge of Carly Carmody until such time as I could take full responsibility for her education and discipline. Little did I know that five minutes after I left, little Carly was naked as a jaybird, her hands tightly tied behind her back, and being marched towards Mrs. Graves' bedroom for her first lesson on how to properly satisfy her new mistress. On the way to her first of many lessons she saw the Graves girls with their brother. The trio was as naked as Carly, one girl sucking her brother's long, thick cock, the other seated on his face with a blissful smile on her face. At that moment Carly realized there was a lot more to having fun than just eating Martine's wet hairy cunt all the time.

       

       The next day mom accompanied Megan to the Connors place, or what was left of that family. Four family members, two of each sex, had gone to live with different families, leaving only Mary Connors, Ian and Marian. Ian ran a very strict operation, and his hot, bisexual mother and lesbian sister had the bruises and welts to prove it. Mary was in love with her son's dominant characteristics, not to mention his hard cock. Marian on the other hand was terrified to be around members of the opposite sex except when her big brother ordered her to service them. Ian was thinking ahead and planning for the time when he would have a stable of hot whores that would make him lots of money and provide all the great sex he could imagine. He and I were already discussing ways to train his lesbian sister so she could work both sides of the street. I had to admit that at fifteen, she was built like a porn star. I loved to fuck Marian despite her reluctance to really get down and dirty unless Ian threatened her.

       I was kept busy with a number of problems that arose from the new families. On paper almost all of the new arrangements looked great. Then reality would begin to expose the minor flaws in some of the groupings.  My job would be to straighten things out quickly before the tiny fissures became deep cracks and finally chasms. It was a thankless task, but one well worth the trouble when I did the books and saw what kind of cash flow was being developed by the new organizations. There was no doubt about it, sex sells.

       We were providing custom-made porn films for Japan, other Far East countries and the new rich nations that had oil for sale. Porn films led to invitations to satisfy the needs of those wealthy enough to rent a teen or two for their pleasure. It turned out there was also a market for mature American women with good bodies and a willingness to go the extra mile for their clients. A pain slut like Pat Carmody or an anal queen like Karen Bross were making huge amounts of money for one or two trips every six months or so. In the case of pain sluts, it usually took many months for them to return to normal when the surgery provided by Dr.Patterson and recovery time were added.

       That evening mom had some clients to handle, which meant no information concerning what was happening at the Connors' place until she got back. However she did leave a message on the machine asking me to avoid visiting my little sister as she was being kept rather busy by Ian and some of his close friends, including a few hotties from school who were eager to see just how hot Megan really was. Her laugh was chilling. Then came the kicker, she had left me a little tape of the proceedings to let me know Megan was still alive and kicking thanks to the uppers Ian was feeding my sister every few hours to keep her in high spirits.

       In a matter of a few minutes I was in my favorite chair watching the monitor as the picture came into focus revealing Megan in the nude. She was on her back, arms and legs pulled out to the corners of the bed and tied tightly to the posts. A large ball gag was stuffed into her mouth and it looked like her jaws would fracture any second. Her bald pussy was stuffed with a king-size dildo that was so thick her cunt lips looked like narrow bands of rubber. I nearly jumped out of the chair when the rubber hose came crashing down on her taut belly. By the time I caught my breath, it had struck twice more in the same area. Megan's face quickly turned ruddy. There was laughter from the group surrounding the bed. I identified Mary Connors, her daughter Marian, and a couple of studs that looked familiar, but didn't register. It must have been Ian doing the beating. Again the hose came down, this time flattening Megan's left tit. I winced at the sight, but that didn't stop the hose from drubbing her firm titties for at least a couple of minutes. By the time he got finished, Megan's knockers were beginning to turn black and blue and had grown a couple of cup sizes as well. I relaxed and watched my sister's stuffed pussy take half a dozen vicious hits before this segment ended.

       Megan was now tied in a different position. Her legs were pulled up and over her head and anchored to the posts at the corners of the bed, spreading her thighs and making it easy to access either her cunt, which was now open for business, and her tight asshole. As I watched, a disembodied finger applied a dollop of lube to Megan's asshole. She tensed and grunted at this hint of some one or something going up her tight asshole. I didn't have long to wait on this; Megan was about to be corn holed with a strap-on attached to Mary Connors' loins. She uttered a loud grunt and her entire body stiffened as the head of the dildo began breaching her sphincter. Then inch by stubborn inch it penetrated into her anus, and she couldn't do a damned thing about it. One of the studs grabbed a handful of Megan's swollen, bruised tit and squeezed it until tears flowed down her cheeks. I made a mental note to see who this character was and whether he was worth the money it would take to arrange for a convenient accident that would put him in a cast for a couple of months. Suddenly the screen went blank, leaving me hanging.

       When the screen brightened I was caught by surprise. Megan was still the center of attraction, but plenty had changed. She was now in the bathroom, on her feet, still naked with her hands tied tightly behind her back. Moreover she had a belly on her that should have belonged to a woman in her seventh month or so. Her head was pulled back and the screen showed her jaws propped open with some type of dental fixture. What blew me away was the hose running into her mouth and attached to a bulging enema bag hanging from the shower rod. Then Mary stepped into the scene and mugged for the camera as she measured Megan's bulging belly, declaring that it was almost forty-five inches around. There was laughter and a voice claiming my sister should be able to hit fifty inches if she was properly incentivized. Then the camera moved to show Megan's asshole. It was distended and what looked like cum was oozing out and sliding down the backs of her legs. Then it was dark for good. Until mom returned, I sat in darkness and watched the tape over and over, each time getting me a little hotter at what it showed. What at first was pure anger was now almost pure lust. I hate to admit it, but I wished I'd have been there watching my sister getting worked over good and proper. It would take some time for me to understand my feelings that evening.

       I must have fallen asleep with the tape running. It was mom who woke me up with a knowing grin on her face. My cock was hard as steel, the result of watching my naked sister being put through her paces. Mom pleaded exhaustion from a long day keeping an eye on Megan to make sure Ian and his buddies didn't ruin her for life. Then there was the matter of taking on four clients in their early twenties who had a mom thing and took it out on her with a vengeance. The look on her face told me that she always had them under control and more than one would sign up for another chance to lay the lumber to her. Just to make sure that all was well at the Connors residence she put in a call to Mary and got a blow-by-blow account of what was going on as they spoke.

       Megan was back on the bed, tightly roped and gagged. There were two giant dildos churning away inside her asshole and twat that had been fucked raw for hours after her trip to the bathroom for water sports. They had given her two gut busters by the time they finished. Neither one hit fifty inches, but the last came close enough to make it a foregone conclusion that tomorrow she'd break fifty inches, but hopefully her belly would recover its normal dimensions within a few days. Once they emptied her as much as possible, everyone took a turn making her drink their piss and there was plenty available. Mary had made a tape of that part of the session and she would share it tomorrow when we visited. Megan was on uppers and wouldn't sleep for at least another day. According to Ian it might take that long to break Megan's will and have her spill her guts with all in attendance. I was too confused and mom too tired to have a little friendly fuck session, but she promised me some action in the morning.

       The next morning mom delivered as promised. Last night he'd been too tired to shower and by morning she was over-ripe and frisky, insisting that I go down on her before she would suck my hard cock to make it even harder. Mom's muff was salty, wet and stunk of dried cum. She had me do a fairly good job of cleaning her cunt out so that I could dump my first load of the morning into it. I added a little tease by sucking her clit and then once it got stiff, nibbling on it until it practically hummed. We moved almost seamlessly into a sixty-nine and chowed down, mom getting the better of things. Mom teased me by offering her asshole if I rimmed it for at least ten minutes, kept my erection and fucked her for at least ten minutes. I passed on her generous offer. Still in all, her pussy was a good consolation prize under almost any circumstances. I flooded her loose, sloppy cunt with a huge load of wigglers and she just looked at the ceiling and moaned during the entire time. Afterward we hit the shower and got ready for the day, despite her teasing me that once was definitely not enough for her these days.

       Mom had some business to take care of and so did I. While I made my rounds of the various new groupings and collected my cut of the money the girls were generating in their spare time jobs as semi-pro prostitutes, mom was meeting with Martine to hear her side of the story. By the time I got over to the Connors house things were going full blast and mom was in the middle of things. Megan was obviously juiced to the eyeballs, and from the looks of her body she'd been given a taste of the whippings that were to come today and possibly tonight as well if she proved to be uncooperative. Two teens, who must have been auditioning to be members of Ian's yet to be formed stable of whores, were taking turns fisting Megan. It was astonishing just how much of their fists and forearms my sister's cunt was swallowing.

       Squatting over her was Ian, presenting his bared ass and package for her to worship. Megan's tongue was gliding in and out of his asshole as part of the rim job she was providing. Ian evidently had her totally under his control, ordering her to suck his balls when he got tired of her tongue licking his asshole. My sister's eyes were slits and her face drawn tight, as she worked to meet his demands. It was easy to see that Ian had made quite an impression on her already. He looked up and our eyes met. He grinned and shook his fist, indicating that Megan was doing a good job on him. I gave him the high sign and checked out the two working intently on reaching Megan's cervix.

       They both were stripped down to just their panties, giving me a good look at their tits. One had a set that were perky with nice nipples, but on the small side. Her companion had a pair of grown up tatas with dark areolas and fat, hard nipples. She gave me a look that she must have practiced before her mirror for hours on end. I responded with my middle finger and a tongue wiggle. She colored, while her little buddy giggled and worked her forearm a little deeper into Megan's bloated cunt. It was at that moment the doorbell rang, followed by a pounding at the door. Ian was too busy getting his balls licked to tell them to enter, so I did the honors, almost getting trampled under foot as what seemed like the entire high school football team had just arrived. It looked like Megan was about to become the fuck pig for another gangbang. I decided I had better things to do with my time then watch some high schoolers destroy my sister's twat and perhaps her asshole as well.

       Mom motioned for me to join her in another part of the house where we could have some privacy. We found a quiet place on the second floor for our discussion. It seems mom and Martine had a long talk this morning about her future with the organization, Carly and yours truly. For a change, I didn't blow my top, listening and thinking about what my position was on each topic. Mom smiled happily when I admitted that losing Martine would be a big blow to my plans for the future of the organization. However I was less than enchanted by what was happening to my charge, Carly, under her direction. It bothered me to discover that the teen was being exposed only to women, many of whom were dedicated lesbians with an agenda that included making sure that Carly became one of them. In my opinion Carly needed to see both sides of the coin, and the fault there was my own for not paying any attention to what was going on between her and Martine.

       Mom grinned and casually mentioned that she loved sex with women, girls, men and boys, depending on her mood and their availability. She and the surgeon had discussed her tastes more than once and he didn't seem to have any problem with sharing her with members of the other sex. Naturally he hoped that perhaps threesomes might soon become the norm rather than an isolated event. He didn't know it, but she had already lined up some ladies who expressed a great deal of interest in discovering how the doctor was in bed. That made me chuckle and also offered a way to mend fences with my star employee. Perhaps a threesome now and then with Martine and a lady friend might be just what the doctor ordered. It would be a win-win situation if the third party turned out to be Carly, who wanted to go both ways. When I broached that idea mom beamed.

       We checked back with Ian who had just given Megan a double dose of uppers since she was going to be gangbanged all day without any water or bathroom breaks. She'd not be shown any mercy by the teen male animals that had been saving up their sperm for this event. Ian knew better, but he let them think that Megan was without any protection and might get knocked up before the gangbang was done. That's all these sex-crazed animals had to hear and the fun began in earnest. Mom nodded her head, giving her tacit approval. I bit my tongue since in a court of law she would have jurisdiction over Megan, who was technically still under her mother's, not my responsibility. As we headed out the door, another group of cars was circling the area, looking for a place to park so they too could get in on the action.

                       (To be concluded - rolf palsy)

       Sister's Pimp - Chapter 27

       Since there wasn't too much to do except watch Megan get her pussy and asshole reamed out to the max by the army of teen studs, I dropped mom off at the house and paid a surprise call on the Graves residence. Claire and Ralph had wasted little time introducing their new boarder to her daughters, who were about the same age as Carly. In the Graves home the girls were forbidden to wear clothing in the event Ralph or one of his buddies from school wished to avail themselves of their services. Naturally Mrs. Graves was also very eager for teen cock anytime and especially in the big comfortable bed that she shared with her son and master, Ralph.

       One of the girls let me inside and informed me that Ralph and her mother were busy with the new girl in the bedroom. For a few moments I mulled over the idea of perhaps giving this young morsel a ride on my cock. She must be the younger of the two and already was showing signs of taking after her busty mother. I put that thought from my mind, but made a mental note to get to know her a lot better in the very near future. I was developing a taste for young stuff that sometimes scared me. Following her swaying hips and rounded ass only got me hot to trot, but I resisted temptation.

       Carly was on her back, wrists and ankles tied tightly to the corners. Claire was between the cute teen's spread thighs with her fist disappearing and reappearing from the girl's bald pussy. Her son, Ralph, was straddling Carly's chest and feeding his cock into her mouth and then pushing it down her throat based on the way Carly was choking and gasping for breath. I was sorely tempted to join the trio. I hate to admit it, but I'd yet to get my cock into Carly's tight pussy, and didn't want Ralph to be the one that got her cherry. Was I in for a surprise!

       It took some time, but at last Claire noticed me. Her face was set into a mask of concentration, evidence that she'd been fisting the teen for quite some time. Ralph barely acknowledged my presence, continuing to gag Carly with his cock and occasionally calling her a slut or whore. Claire sighed and rolled off the bed. All she had on was a pair of bikini panties that clung to her pubic mound like a second skin. Damn that woman had some body! I didn't know when, but sooner or later I'd get her in bed and fuck her brains out.

       "You must be a mind reader. I was just getting ready to call and ask you to take this troublemaker back to your place. In less than a day she's managed to seduce both my daughters and almost did the same to me. She's teased my horny son to the point that he damn near raped her twice today. The little prick teaser has threatened to call the cops and have us arrested for lewd conduct among other charges. Both Ralph and I got so tired of her threats and whining that we gave her a dose of the strap. Even that was a failure. This was our last resort, but we seemed to have failed here as well. Oh, before I forget, she's no virgin either. She bragged about losing her virginity six months ago to her brothers and then taking on lots of their friends. Take it from me, this little cock teaser has taken plenty of hard cock in that not so tight pussy."

       That rang a bell as my mind wandered back to the way Pat had acted when she was giving me the responsibility for her only daughter. It was almost as if she was afraid of her own daughter and what she might do if left unsupervised. I had been the fall guy it seemed; at least that made handling Carly a lot easier. I was already thinking of selling her tight body to various perverts that were on our special list of clients. Naturally she'd have to be taught manners and how to always make sure that the client was satisfied with her performance. A few months of intensive discipline and training should do the trick and I planned to be intimately involved with every phase.

       With help from an irritated Ralph we got Carly released from the ropes binding her to the bed and then securely restrained her once more with wrists and ankles tied so tightly, the cord threatened to cut into her flesh. Claire gagged the teen while Ralph had her in a choke hold to keep her from struggling. Ralph and I carried the naked teenager to my car, which was parked by the house and dumped her into the trunk. I promised Ralph a chance to even the score with my new trainee and extended the offer to Claire as well. I called ahead to give mom a heads up about our new addition to the family. She was not exactly thrilled to hear what I told her.

       Mom was kind of upset for other reasons. It seems the gangbang at the Connors place had gotten completely out of hand to the point that the neighbors complained to the cops. Ian managed to talk his way out of trouble thanks to his mother who offered her body to the two officers who interviewed them. By the time the cops left, only a ravaged and totally wasted Megan and a few studs that had hidden were left. It was doubtful the gangbang could be reconstituted, so things were up in the air and needed some decisions from either mom or myself. I left Carly with mom and took off for the Connors place to make a few decisions and check on my sister's condition.

       Megan was on her back, untied but out of it. Marian Connors had glued her pussy to Megan's mouth and two of the Collier teens were taking turns eating and fisting Megan's swollen, raw cunt. A steady stream of cum and pussy juice dripped from the mouth of that terribly abused twat, and was sucked up greedily by the Collier sisters. Ian was on the phone arranging something involving Megan. I was almost speechless at the condition of my sister who showed no signs of being aware of her surroundings. He laughed at my reaction and yelled at the teens to turn Megan over so I could get a good look at her asshole.

       I'd seen one or two blown-out assholes in my time, but this was off scale. It looked like a large doughnut filled with creamy raspberry jelly oozing from its interior. Her sphincter muscle had been stretched to its limit and beyond, revealing the raw pulsating walls of her rectal passageway. Ian snorted and remarked that half an hour before the "eye" was twice the size it was now. It was his guess by morning it would be almost closed and able to handle the big surprise he was planning.

       "If this doesn't get her to spilling her guts, nothing will. I've yet to see any cunt able to handle what's in store for this package tomorrow. It's my ultimate threat when mom gets out of hand. One of these days I just know I'll have the opportunity to watch old Mary beg and plead for mercy, and promise me anything, but she'll just have to take everything I dish out, you can be sure of that!"

       The look on his face and the way he said it made me nervous. There was no way I was going to stand by and watch him grind my sister into pulp; that was for sure. The name of the game was for her to come out of this in one piece, both physically as well as mentally. I casually asked him what was in store for Megan until the big surprise. He grinned wolfishly and replied she was due for a good beating with a rubber hose just to pump up her titties to the max before he used the cane on her pussy and ass.

       I winced at the thought of my sister hanging nude from her bound wrists, her tits being pounded mercilessly by Ian until they were so swollen that the skin started to crack. Then I shook my head to rid me of that terrible picture, only to have another take its place. This time Megan's firm ass was being crisscrossed with welts that soon turned into cuts that generated rivulets of blood that dripped steadily from the bottom portion of those rounded globes of almost skinned meat.

       It was not a pretty sight, but I had to let Ian make his play before I took over the care and feeding of what remained of my sister. He wasn't finished tormenting me. It seems he had taken the liberty of inviting a few of his closest friends over to work on Megan through the night. All he required of them was that when they finished she was awake, able to feel pain in all her good spots and be capable of recovering in a reasonable amount of time from the physical damage they caused. With any kind of luck, she would become the first live blowup doll, every man's wet dream. That started me thinking about Pat Carmody; right now she was very close to that state. I wondered what I could get for her services under these conditions?

       Ian offered to allow me to participate in this evening's rape and torture session, provided I didn't get in the way of what his friends planned. I declined with thanks and almost changed my mind when the first couple, a mistress wearing only a leather bikini with a fly for servicing and her naked, teenage, fuck slave, a girl who couldn't have been any older than thirteen, rang for admission. Where the slave got those 38DDs was one of the great mysteries of modern times. Her mistress offered me the slave's shaven cunt provided she could rim my asshole while I fucked the skinny teen with the huge and very real tits. I had to beg off, pleading another pressing engagement, but asking for her phone number. She cleared her throat, ignoring me and then disappeared with the naked slave following in her wake.

       My previous engagement was Carly Carmody, who was about to get an attitude adjustment that she'd long remember once she regained consciousness. I found them in of all places, the basement. The teen was hanging by her bound wrists from one of the exposed rafters that acted to support the house as well as form the basement. From the looks of Carly, she had pissed mom off royally and paid the price or was in the process of paying said price. Her cute little tush was covered from top to bottom with welts from the strap that mom was currently using on the teen's pert titties. I got hard just watching those pert bumps bounce in rhythm from the blows mom was delivering. I also noticed that mom's jumbo vibrator had been stuffed into Carly's swollen cunt and was grinding away while the leather kissed her tits.

       It turned out that mom had called for some reinforcements to help her restrain and relocate our latest family visitor. Even with all the welts that little cock teaser was showing, she still was looking good enough to eat and that was one thing that was near the top of my agenda, right after I ass fucked her until she cried or begged for more. I found myself wondering if we could hold a welcome home gangbang for the little tramp. Perhaps that hot looking leather mistress and her little sex slave would like to attend and give me some time to get acquainted with them both. Who knows, maybe she might enjoy having another sex slave for a few months? That would work for me, for sure!

       My eyes picked up on a box of spring-loaded clips, just right for a cock-teasing liar. Carly's eyes got big when I approached her holding a handful of those little devils. Her screams, when I put one on her hard nipple, were music to my ears. The matching one brought more choked screams mixed with sobs as the pain ate into those pointy nubbins of flesh. The next one was obvious and mom grinned then laid the leather even harder to Carly's tits. I pulled her thin-lipped pussy bumpers apart to see where her little man was hiding. She blubbered and pleaded, promising me as much hot sex as I could handle.

       I smiled coldly and snapped the clip onto that stiff hot button that had popped up after my fingertip had teased it for a few seconds. She tried to shout the house down when the pain blasted through her brain. I guess she had never had these kinds of things done to her tight body. She would get plenty of practice in the next few months; that was certain. I was already figuring how to involve Martine Calvert in this advanced education course Carly Carmody would be taking.

       The thought of sinking my fist into the pit of Carly's taut belly was wrong, but my reflexes were faster than my good manners. It felt so damned good to feel my clenched hand sink deep into the thirteen year-old's gut and hear the strange choking sound that came from her mouth as her eyes bulged and all the color drained from her cute face. She'd long remember my angry punch and make every effort to avoid infuriating me again. Mom was scandalized and I caught hell from her and rightly so. That ended Carly's first session in our basement. She'd spend many, many hours in the darkness her body aching from the brutal punishment she received, waiting for the footsteps coming down the stairs that signaled the beginning of another session of fear, rape and pain, always the pain. It would never be the same group from one time to the next.

       The next morning I was up and about; eager to see what surprises Ian had in store for my sister, and naturally yours truly. The way he described things when we had our last conversation got me to wondering so much that I didn't even bother to give Carly a good ass fucking before I left for my meeting with Ian. It was a relief to see Megan sleeping and showing very few signs that she had been put through the mill last night and perhaps part of this morning. Ian was all smiles and eager to get the show on the road.

       The Connors place was fairly secluded from the road and separated from the nearest houses by over a hundred yards in any direction by trees and heavy underbrush that added to their privacy. When Ian smiled and suggested that we take Megan out for some fresh air, I knew it was show time. My sister was too weak to even walk, so we half carried, half dragged, her out to the rear of the house which was enclosed by sheets of plywood at least seven feet in height. The weather was unseasonably cool and Megan's naked body was soon covered with goose flesh. I couldn't resist giving one of her bruised tits a hard squeeze to gauge her level of consciousness. She tried to pull away and groaned.

       Ian reached over and gave her a cruel slap to the face and warned her that she must obey his every command or he'd flay her tits for openers. Megan cringed, indicating that Ian had made a substantial inroad in beating down her normal personality. He made Megan kneel on the ground and put her hands behind her neck, which she did. My sister looked like some type of brainwashed concentration camp inmate, something that wasn't too far from the truth. I had to admit that Ian had done a brilliant job of grinding her down to the nub. Perhaps he might want to assist me in breaking the spirit of Carly Carmody. I'd ask him once this situation with my sister was concluded.

       It suddenly dawned on me what was about to happen. My ears picked up the muffled sounds of dogs barking at about the same time that I realized that the strange wooden fixture located in the center of this enclosed area was used to aid in the mating of dogs. In this case it had undergone some modifications to allow larger animals, such as Megan, to be bred in this manner. I glanced over to where she knelt and saw terror etched in her face and staring eyes. Evidently this was not Megan's first experience with her furry playmates. Ian caught my surprised look and he grinned cruelly as he prepared the fixture to accommodate Megan. As he worked he gave me a running commentary on how he had finally broken her spirit and at the same time discovered a secret desire that she had refused to acknowledge for who knows how long?

       The picture began to come together. Our demented father had begun her career as a whore by lending her to his friends for a nominal price. If she got out of line he beat her and to make sure his customers didn't desert him, he allowed them to discipline her as well just as long as the marks they left were not permanent. Things went well until they in turn began pimping her to their friends. According to mom he had a fit and terminated her early career. Megan was not the same girl anymore, and it had happened over a very short period of time. No amount of beating or other methods of persuasion would make her reveal the reason for this strange behavior. He grew sick and then died suddenly, leaving mom and Megan without a source of income. That's where I came into the picture, but by then Megan had buried her ugly secret deep in her subconscious, where it remained until Ian broke her will and unearthed the truth.

       He had made a shrewd guess that Megan's secret involved having sex with animals, probably dogs. It took plenty of time and lots of torturing but he finally broke her and Megan confessed to having become addicted to dog fucking in all its versions thanks to the treatment she'd received from one of her father's customers who kept it a secret from him. He left the area shortly before her father died, and she kept the secret until Ian had finally ferreted it out from her.

                               (To be concluded - rolf palsy)

       

                                                 Sister's Pimp - Chapter 28

       Ian had already strapped Megan into the fixture, her head poking out from the front board, and her haunches spread wide and easily accessible for her dog lovers. Ian walked over to me and whispered what he planned to do next and for me not to get in the way of progress. I was too stunned by what was happening to offer any argument. I watched impassively as he retrieved one of the dogs from the basement, a large animal of mixed breed composed of lab and pit bull. The canine made a beeline for Megan's face and quickly mounted the board so he could thrust his rapidly growing cock into my sister's mouth.

       To my utter amazement she opened wide and captured the dripping, red, chiseled cock. The brute began face-fucking my sister with mindless enthusiasm while she sucked furiously, her eyes open to the max and making sure she was getting as much of the animal's cock into her mouth as was possible. It didn't take long before the dog began squirting his cum down Megan's throat as she gulped and gasped to make sure that every drop of that hot slime found its way into her belly. Ian laughed and said he had her on a strict dog cum diet for over a week once and she only lost two pounds, but managed to wear out the entire pack of mutts. He added that if this hadn't worked, she was scheduled for a date with a couple of ponies a friend of his kept for just that purpose. The thought of Megan strapped to the belly of a pony with its cock buried deep inside her stretched out cunt gave me a hard on that Ian didn't miss. My filthy mind was already figuring out ways to make Megan a much more profitable member of the organization.

       I watched in almost a daze as Megan swallowed load after load of dog cum and smacked her lips for more. Then Ian had part of the pack start pounding away on my sister's loose cunt and flood it with dog sperm that soon was dripping from her well stretched pussy. Soon all the animals were curled up resting while Ian collected the massive amount of cum that flowed from her distended twat. Then he fed that to her as well and she greedily swallowed every bit and even licked his fingers clean to make sure she got it all. I got close enough to try to talk to her, but she refused to acknowledge my presence. Ian decided she needed another round of dog fucking and so he seasoned her asshole this time and let them loose.

       I had decidedly mixed feelings about watching my sister take it in the ass from a pack of dogs, especially when it seemed she enjoyed it. I made a vow that Megan would pay and pay dearly for stringing me along about her reluctance to take it up the ass. I'd wasted a lot of time worrying about that aspect of our relationship only to discover that any dog could get with ease what she so staunchly defended when it came to me taking that role. You talk about a put-down; this was the ultimate!

       Ass fucking Megan was a bit more difficult, but most managed it, even those who managed to get "wedded" to their bitch when their knot formed too quickly for them to exit in time. Ian had more to show and he did. I watched in disbelief while Megan licked the asshole of dog after dog even as her distended asshole was forced to grow to beyond its limits. Ian laughed and commented that she'd be unable to perform a normal bowel movement for at least a week, but she was still strong enough to handle most of the pain stuff she was getting regularly from him.

       All I could do was stand there and stare at what my sister had become, and partially blame yours truly. Better I had left that door to her memory closed tightly, but my curiosity got the better of me. Still there were lots of ways that Megan could still contribute to the organization and I decided to see what the future might bring. I had no animosity towards Ian, he was what he was, and I knew it in advance. He had done the job I asked and it had been done well. The rest now fell on my shoulders. Besides, there was still Carly Carmody to address and totally tame 

       Over the months more and more equipment for tormenting the hot holed-honey was either purchased or borrowed for use on our little troublemaker. In a few cases we got deep discounts in exchange for allowing the seller to participate in a session or two. We took great pains to make sure that anybody who had access to Carly's cunt and asshole was free of any STDs or the big one, HIV. Even making sure that all the males wore condoms didn't guarantee that Carly would avoid becoming pregnant. Often she would be gangbanged as punishment, sometimes doing as many as forty male partners in a session that might last over twenty-four hours with her partners doing her two or three times.

       Sooner of later at least one wise guy would either deliberately puncture his rubber or turn it inside out when he fucked her the second time. Twice she missed her period after such events and in both cases she was aspirated successfully without jeopardizing her ability to have children in the future. Then mom had the bright idea of condom free night when we'd invite a small group of studs to see if they could knock up Carly. That would freak her out big time to see all those cocks going bareback into her pussy and emptying their loads deep within her well-fucked twat. The funny thing was she never got pregnant from those condom-free mini-gangbangs, but she did come down with a few STDs that we deliberately let fester for a time. During that period she'd be told of her situation and left to worry herself sick about the consequences. That started her on the one-way trip to total servitude, which was to be an interesting story unto itself.  

       I lost count of the number of whippings I personally gave the teen tramp as she hung by her wrists, her bare body twisting one way and then unwinding to present fresh skin for whatever kind of whip was tearing her up. All that time I'd be laying the leather to her tits, back, ass, thighs, ribs and legs, always being careful to avoid any serious cuts that might leave scars, even ones that were quite faint. I preferred the rubber hose when I really wanted to take it out on the brat. There was something sexually exciting created by pounding her tits and pussy with the hose as she grunted into the ball gag that kept her from hurting my ears with her screams. More often than not I'd finish the session by fucking her ass until it bled. Now that was a successful educational session as far as I was concerned.

       The shower that was installed by one of our friends got plenty of use. I liked to hang Carly upside down in the stall and give her an ice-cold shower until her skin started to turn blue. Then out, still dripping and strung up so I could whip her dry, which often took nearly an hour. Usually Carly would just hang there like a cut of beef in a meat locker as I covered her body with welts from her neck to knees and everything in between.

       The wheel was my favorite. I'd chain her to it either face up or down depending upon my mood. Face up usually meant the hose, followed by a good fucking without benefit of a rubber so she could worry about getting pregnant. Face down always made her beg since I'd cut her tight little ass into welted squares, and then use the quirt to cut up her pussy and finally the crack between her tight ass cheeks.

       To finish her off I'd roll on a heavy walled condom, slather it with chili pepper sauce and a touch of ammonia before ass fucking her until she was certain her insides were melting. I could go for a long time before I had to take a break to recover my cool. While I was resting and calming down, I'd see if I could get my fist up that soon to be blown-out asshole, but never made it no matter how hard I tried.

       Being so young, Carly was able to heal fast and her skin never seemed to show the marks that had been made by others as well as myself. The same could not be said for her insides. All the fucking plus the STDs started to mount up as the weeks passed and her "education" continued. I remember one session that lasted more than a day, just Carly the former cock teaser and my trusty rubber hose that had been custom made overseas. She was nothing but one big bruise by the time I hit her the last time, a vicious shot that split her swollen cunt lips apart and burrowed into her aching pussy. By then my arm was so sore from hitting her I had to put it in a sling for a couple of days.

       I lost track of all the times I forced the water hose either down her throat, up her asshole or into her twat and let her have it full blast. When I think back to the number of times I pounded her bulging gut to force the water out, it's a miracle she never suffocated. It was probably the water beating against her uterus that finally tilted it to the point that her baby making days were over, just as well all things considered.

       Once every two or three weeks, usually after Carly recovered from a round the clock gangbang featuring the biggest, baddest "brothers" we could invite, it would be ladies night. Carly always freaked out when she discovered she had to handle a mob of black studs with huge cocks. They never disappointed her when it came to tearing up her insides with their giant dicks. On ladies night mom was always the hostess, but I got to nail at least one or two of the really young stuff that also were invited to keep me company.

       I loved it when Arlene Collier brought her youngest, the lovely, bisexual Brittany, a doe-eyed, flat-chested thirteen-year old who could pass for much younger until she wrapped that tight, teen pussy around her victim's dick. We made a great couple since she appreciated my fast, knowing tongue and I loved that super-tight cunt that felt like my cock was swimming in a vat of warm butter.

       One ladies night I hit the jackpot, the Collier cunt and Claire Graves' thirteen year old as well. That was a night to be treasured. When they wore me out, I enjoyed a private showing of what little girls liked to do to each other in their spare time. Somehow I made them provide three shows before they could tie my cock into a knot and declare victory. It was beginning to dawn on me that almost every female was either lesbian or bisexual. Our recalcitrant student, Carly Carmody, was certainly a perfect example of this trend. Carol Faust and Ruth Klunder were both out of the closet and Arlene Collier plus Mary Connors were leaning in that direction as well.

       We had Carly on a water diet by then and had slimmed her down to the point that she could easily pass for a child of perhaps ten. Nothing like forcing a gallon or more of water down a little teen's throat every day and making her hold it for at least an hour. Her belly would get so big that most people from a distance would think she was pregnant and close to delivering. Keeping the water inside her emaciated body took some doing, but a ball gag worked fairly well if she was closely supervised and kept calm.

       Dr. Patterson had helped significantly by introducing us to another doctor who was experimenting with a drug that showed great promise for reversing the signs of puberty in young teens. After only a few injections Carly's tits shrank to pancake and then crepe dimensions, which drove her crazy for a variety of reasons. Every trace of pubic hair disappeared and even her long blonde hair began to thin. I loved to terrify her by describing plans for pimping her out to pedophiles, the kinds that loved to hurt "little" girls regardless of their true age. I had Carly on the verge of promising to be my personal sex slave for the next three years provided she wouldn't have to have sex with pedophiles.

       I kept quiet about my real plans for the prick teaser. It would be a huge surprise if I pulled off the deal I was negotiating with some members of a foreign country who were very interested in getting their hands on this sexual wunderkind. It could be Carly's last ladies night if the deal was done successfully within the next few weeks. Mom knew what was happening and it was my guess that she'd spilled the beans to Martine who had lost interest in Carly once she discovered there were plenty of new young girls being added to the organization on a monthly basis. This meant a steady stream of young, impressionable girls eager to learn all about the real world, which in turn would give Martine plenty of new opportunities to "help" them on that path once she got back into my good graces.

       I had a few tricks up my sleeve to pay her back for past injustices and an attitude that was way over the top when it came to yours truly. I was having visions of Martine becoming the fuck pig for a gang of home boys who would pass her around from crib to crib until they wore her out and lost interest in the old used-up white woman. I wanted to be around for that little scene. Who knows, I might take her back and rehabilitate her so she could perform some menial role in the organization. However, I'm getting way ahead of myself, so back to what happened that ladies night downstairs in the family basement.

       Carly had continued to be a problem even though she was on the verge of going into a coma from the lack of food. Still mom was determined to find the little teen's limits and push right up against them. This morning, with my help we'd loaded her skinny frame into the sweatbox. Of course I'd not let an opportunity to go by without fucking that child-like pain in the ass. Her cunt was beginning to narrow as her bones softened to accommodate to her new body. I could barely get the head of my cock into that super tight channel even with plenty of lubricant. Fucking her was like sticking it to a corpse, and I finally gave up in disgust and backhanded her a couple of times just to let Carly know how annoyed she made me. Carly made no effort to avoid the blows I delivered.

       Satisfied that our guest was properly restrained and positioned inside the box, mom cranked the heat up to maximum and set the timer for four hours. At that point we'd transfer her body to another tank filled with ice water and slush. She'd remain there until she passed out from the loss of body heat. The little cunt only lasted twenty minutes in the cold pool, which pissed mom off big time. So we put the kid on the wheel, hooked her up to the power supply and sent enough electricity through that stick figure to light up a small city.

       Later she had to be jolted twice before her eyelids fluttered and she came around. We were amazed that she was still alive. We put her back into the pool and kept her there for an hour. By then her face was blue and you could barely see the faint pulse in her neck. Mom grinned and suggested she needed to be hydrated to the max and then put back into the steam box while we took a fuck break. Once we revived Carly, the stick figure cried like a little baby and promised we could do anything to her later if we'd only let her rest.

       We put her back on the wheel and juiced her until she was out cold and her body felt like a piece of ice. Mom smiled and said that perhaps we had finally killed her. I laughed since she still had a faint pulse. To demonstrate she still had plenty of life in that emaciated, skeleton of a body, I took a hatpin and jammed it into her clitoris. That woke her up in a big hurry and so we put her back in the steam box without any hydration and took a fuck break while she cooked and sweat off another few ounces that she couldn't afford to lose.

       Let's face it, after a time, what continued to happen to Carly didn't mean much to anyone. We didn't have the nerve to kill her and make the dead body disappear forever. Her mother was a basket case and so was my sister, Megan. Ian had done a great job of pushing her over the edge and she never came back from the fall. I finally figured out a way to use the trio in a way that would generate a new income stream and keep us out of the loop so to speak. I sold them to an individual who represented a very rich group who had a great interest in the three pain sluts. Megan now qualified after Ian got done with her. Carly had no vote in the matter, her only hope was that she might seduce one of her clients into letting her become his or her private torture toy and blowup doll in exchange for staying alive.

       These days my Swiss bank account gets monthly deposits from persons unknown for services rendered. I also occasionally get pictures of my property being used by clients. They seem to be relatively happy, all things considered. They get the best medical treatment that money can provide and work perhaps two or three days on average in a month. I'm still working on selecting a few more members of the organization to join the original three who are naturally being worn out by their clients' needs. Martine Calvert doesn't know it yet, but she's the top candidate for the next shipment to my partners. I could go on and describe more of my adventures, but there is nothing that is original, so I think I will instead close this story unless in the future something quite extraordinary happens to occur involving yours truly.

                                                     FINIS