Sister's Pimp

                                    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)