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TODAY'S FREE
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The promised pussy never did materialize. Paula had to work late at the studio; it was now a studio instead of a spa or a gymnasium. Jill claimed she had to work overtime, and when she got home all she wanted to do was take a shower and go to bed. I slept alone and never even heard Paula's arrival. It was the same excuse the following evening, which had me thinking about were they up to some hanky-panky. What put me off was the difference in time that they came home. If they were fooling around they usually did it as a team, one looking out for the other.
The third evening both arrived back at the apartment at what passed for their usual hours, Paula a little later than her sister. I was ready and eager for my delayed pussy, but once again they put me off, pleading total exhaustion from the overtime each worked so far that week. When I made a fuss about being strung along by the two, my dear wife told me in a fit of pique to hit on someone at work if I was that desperate to get laid. That triggered something that got me in a peck of trouble.
There was this mousy girl at work who gave every indication that she was ready, eager and able to provide me with exactly what I needed, some strange pussy. According to a female source at work, she was an easy lay. However she was fairly circumspect when it came to married men at the office, which seemed to eliminate me from consideration. Then the same source tipped me off to the fact that she often appeared at a local meat market and rarely if ever turned down any sober man who hit on her. I decided that either my two roomies were going to deliver tomorrow or yours truly was making a guest appearance at the meat market, looking for love in all the right places, to paraphrase a popular song.
That night the sisters stonewalled me with a vengeance, arguing that they had been working their tails off all week and were in no mood for sex with a whiner. That had become the new ephithet they used when I pissed them off. I was furious and declared, under my breath of course, that I was taking some independent action, just as the ladies had suggested. Tomorrow night I was getting laid, and I wasn't going to have to beg for it either. As for the sisters, they could do whatever they wanted, after all, that's exactly what they do anyway.
The end of the work week and the meat market was packed to the rafters by 6:30. If you didn't have a place by the bar or were seated with friends, you were like a cork on a wave. I was moored against the bar with my double bourbon that was outrageously priced, looking over the faces as they surged past, seeking friends or some kind of connection. She snuck up behind me and the first thing I felt was her warm breath whispering in my ear. This was quickly followed by a nudge against the base of my spine, a signal to give her some room. The next thing I knew we were practically joined together as the crowd kept us from making anything except small movements.
Somehow I ordered her a drink, some lady's concoction that made my double sound cheap. By the time it arrived she had one of her thin legs wedged between mine and was rubbing her crotch against one of my upper thighs. It felt rather erotic considering the location we now commanded. Small talk was about the limit of our conversation once she made sure I was there for the same reason she was. Half an hour later we managed to plow through the mob that swirled around us like a school of fish, and escaped into the parking lot.
Strange as it sounds it was only then that I took a very close look at young Mandy, the mousy filing clerk who passed by my desk perhaps a dozen times a day. Up close she was no prize in the looks department, then neither was I. She was even more painfully thin than I thought. I found myself wondering if she had any tits at all, and if she shaved her pussy to make her look even more childlike.
That got my juices flowing for all the wrong reasons. To be honest I had this thing for girls who just became teens. Perhaps it was because when I was just beginning to understand that my dick had another function besides allowing me to drain my bladder, the only teenage girls who would date me were overweight, flat-chested and had bad complexions. Until this day I still wonder why Jill ever dated me, let alone why she married me. Then I confessed I knew the reason all along; she had a wimp who she could cheat on any time she wanted, and who was afraid to confront her on any important issue.
As we drove over to her place, which turned out to be a small house, rather than the apartment I had automatically assumed her to occupy, she occasionally squeezed my thigh and hinted broadly that I'd have a very good time this evening, and I could stay as long as I wanted. That last remark got me all hot and bothered and Mandy started looking pretty good, all things considered. I was going to get laid and as often as I could get it up it seemed. Tonight was my night to howl like a tom cat.
We entered the house which was well lit, a sign that someone was inside. The door had hardly been shut when this wild-looking woman of some hard to define age made an appearance. All she wore was a frilly white bra, with matched garter belt and high-cut panties. She was thin as a rail with black hair that looked like it hadn't seen a brush or comb in weeks. What really got me was her wide staring eyes, almost as if she were on some kind of drug. Then she spoke and what I heard, floored me.
"Oh Mandy is such a good girl! She brought Evelynne a cock all for herself. Can he stay the night and give me lots of good fucking? I so need some good fucking. I haven't had a dick in my tight cunt for weeks. Please tell me I won't have to share him with you, please, please, please."
All I could do was gawk as Mandy disappeared for the moment, leaving me to face this strange creature. Then she unhooked her bra to reveal a pair of crepe-shaped, drooping tits that looked like someone had put them through a wringer. Wasting no time she rolled her panties down her long legs, showing off a hairy muff guarding her cunt mouth. The hair was unruly and long, but sparse. It almost looked as if it belonged on an old woman. She fiddled with the garter belt before pulling it free and dropping it into the pile of underwear at her feet. When she struck an exaggerated pose with her arms up I got a good look at the hair in her armpits, almost identical to what covered her pubic mound.
"I showed you mine, now you show me yours. Do you want to fuck me on the couch or would you rather we do it in my bedroom? We can watch television here, but there's nothing to do in the bedroom after we get done fucking, and need a break before we start fucking some more."
"Where was Mandy? How could she leave me with this crazy woman?" Those and many other thoughts were racing through my mind as I contemplated my sure thing. I was in big trouble if this was my date for the evening. I'd left a packet of condoms in the car's glove compartment, but even the comfort of my rubber protectors could not eliminate the concern I had about entering into anything like sex with this deranged lady. She kept posing and showing me everything she had, which wasn't exactly appetizing. I was on the verge of bolting from the house when Mandy, wearing a totally different outfit returned. She looked like a five dollar whore, especially with the garish makeup she had applied to her pixie-like face. There was no doubt that she was planning on leaving me to the tender mercies of this skinny, loonie-tune wraith of a woman.
Mandy gave me a mischievous grin as she explained that she was returning to the meat market, but was going to use the family car this time. At least I wouldn't be stranded I thought. Then it struck me, "the family car". Was this crazy lady her mother? I got my answer when Mandy casually suggested that if her "mom" got out of hand I was to give her a sound spanking to calm her down, and not to be fooled by her crying and yelling, because she loved being spanked. With that she bid me good night and told me to have fun with her mother, who was a real hot fuck once she got going. As for herself, she had her eye on a few hunks of beef cake and she'd probably not return this evening. Then she kissed me on the cheek and pressed a six pack of ribbed condoms into my hand.
So there I was face to face with Mandy's mom, who was lost in the process of preparing herself for plenty of hot sex. One hand was holding her cunt lips apart while she was using her hand to simultaneously thumb her fat clit and finger fuck her dripping twat. It was an impressive move and did get my attention. She licked her lips, threw back her head and pleaded for me to stuff my giant cock into her aching fuck hole. I swear she must have put me into some kind of a hypnotic trance because I got out of my clothes in a flash and threw her down on the rug and began dry humping her as our tongues rallied furiously.
Evelynne began thrusting her pubic mound upwards, beating a tattoo against my groin as my cock slowly hardened. I bit her on the shoulder, drawing blood as she mewled. She reciprocated, nipping my lip. I responded by backhanding her across the face a number of times, making her turn her head from side to side in a vain attempt to escape the blows. I have no idea what made me grab her by the throat with one hand and begin banging her head against the rug. Meanwhile my other was scratching bloody furrows in her flat sagging tits. Her eyes grew wide, but had lost their focus. Flecks of saliva appeared on her purpling lips. Without realizing it, I was strangling her with just one hand. For a moment I reveled in the power I had over this mad woman, but reality quickly set in.
The moment I released her throat from my death grip she took a big gulp of air and in a gasping voice begged me to fuck her brains out and not to stop until she was out cold. You talk about weirdness, this was off scale, and getting wilder by the second. Somehow I dragged her to the couch and draped her over the cushions as she knelt on the rug. I reached around and stared squeezing her shrunken tits for all I was worth while I wormed my stiff cock into her cunt with no thought for protecting myself against STDs, AIDS or herpes, to name a few threats to my well-being or life. I gave no thought to whether or not I was hurting her. She was just meat at this point in time, fuck meat for me to use and abuse. I was taking sweet revenge for all the grief Jill and her evil sister,Paula, had caused me since they united and turned my life upside down.
I think I set a new world record for the fastest ejaculation by a wimp fucking a crazy woman on an early Friday evening. My partner was most unhappy with the shortness of my performance, and made no bones about it and the fact that I hadn't used protection either. She pushed herself up and exited the room on the dead run. As for myself, I took a rest and plotted my next move. I'd acted out of anger and taken it out on a person who in my humble opinion wasn't playing with a full deck. That was not my style, at least not until tonight. Did that mean I'd be able to return to my apartment and turn the tables on those two bitches that had taken over the place? Unfortunately I already knew the answer to that question, no dice, no sale, no way. This wimp knew his place. |
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