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Wimp's Progress - Chapter 5
Sylvia Lasher lived in a strange apartment
house peopled by perverts like herself, prostitutes, an occasional child
molester passing through to another town, addicts strung out on all sorts of
drugs, teenaged runaways, some as young as thirteen, and students attending the
nearby storefront college that was not accredited, but taught the kind of
material that appealed to today's slackers who were looking for an easy way to
the top.
To get to her apartment required that one
climb three flights of stairs since the elevator was hardly ever in service,
and when it was, it served as a place for addicts to shoot up, prostitutes to
handle quickies and your garden variety muggers who needed the money to buy
drugs or frequent the prostitutes. So the sight of a teenage boy with his hard
cock jutting from his pants being escorted by an older woman with big tits
didn't draw much, if any, attention from the other occupants and those who were
visiting. Of course Charles didn't know this, and so he felt totally
humiliated, which was exactly why Ms. Lasher made him expose himself in this
manner.
She made the youth stand outside her door
as she entered her apartment to check if her roommate had arrived home yet.
Katrina had already started the party. Her statuesque companion and lover was
stark naked on their bed, busily masturbating with her favorite toy, a large
wheeled vibrator that she was running up and down between her blood-bloated
cunt lips as her unfocused eyes stared
up at the ceiling. Sylvia was sorely tempted to strip off her clothing
and join the big-titted blonde on the bed, but she resisted. They had bigger
fish to fry, or was it a wimp to humiliate and punish?
She had to practically wrestle the
industrial strength vibrator from the blonde's hands to get her attention. They
kissed and swapped saliva for a time before Ms. Lasher said their victim for
the afternoon was standing outside the apartment with his stiff cock hanging
from his pants, and they better get him inside before one of the other denizens
of the apartment house carried him off to their lair for some fun and games
that might prove harmful to his physical and mental health as well. However
before they let him enter, he had to strip
naked and hand them his clothing. Then they slammed the door in his face
and stood there laughing at his plight. He started yelling and begging for them
to let him come inside. All this racket brought him to the attention of a
number of folks and soon they were converging upon their prey like hungry
animals.
Just before they could pounce on him, the
two women threw open the door, and while Katrina ran interference for her,
Sylvia dragged the frightened youth into their apartment. Little did he realize
that this was not a sanctuary either. While Katrina put the handcuffs on
Charles and began playing with his limp cock and shrunken balls, her roommate
put in a call to Alicia to let her know that the "package" had
arrived safe and sound to her place.
She went on to chide her friend about how
unruly her son was to peek down her dress on numerous occasions today during
class. Finally she described his attempts to get her off after class, and how
amateurish his efforts were when compared to her experieced lover who was
currently checking the boy's equipment to see if it worked properly. She
finished by letting Alicia know that they would be putting Charles through the
wringer and in all likelihood he wouldn't return home until very late this
evening, and would not be in condition to handle any requests for sex from the
ladies of the house. She laughed uproariously at that comment and then hung up.
They put Charles over the arm of the
overstuffed chair in the livingroom. He was warned that any attempt on his part
to make a lot of noise or try to avoid the whipping he was about to receive
would double the dose of leather he got. Katrina volunteered to sit in the
chair and hold the boys' face down between her thighs. What he didn't know was
that the physical education teacher had avoided showering after her own private
workout plus teaching a number of stenuous classes today. Between that and the
juices her wheel vibrator had stirred up, Katrina's crotch was a stinking swamp
of cunt sludge. Sylvia quickly stripped down to just her bra to avoid having
her big, floppy tits interfering with her balance as she picked up a thick belt
intertwined with small stones found in the desert.
Charles was totally unprepared for the
pain that resulted from the furious beating that his teacher dealt out to him.
Slyvia tore into his plumpish bottom and ripped it open after only a half dozen
strokes. Katrina, despite her size and strength advantage was hard pressed to
keep the youth from moving as his ass cheeks were turned into two swollen crimson
balls of meat crisscrossed by deep welts and dotted with blood blisters
that burst open from each new blow.
At ten strokes she tired and so Katrina
had her first go at the boy's bleeding bottom. Sylvia warned her youthful
victim not to resist or they would tie his legs and gag him before turning his
ass into raw, bleeding hamburger. His response was to bury his face into her
hairy muff and begin mining anything that remained after his previous session
eating her pussy.
The first blow from Katrina opened a deep
gash in one of his cheeks as one of the stones entwined in the belt split his
swollen skin and tore into the flesh beneath. He nearly went crazy from the
agony, but it was quickly dispelled by an even more vicious blow that cut down
between his cheeks, eating into the sensitive crevice separating those angry,
blood-bedecked buns. The teacher knew that Charles would never be able to
endure the type of whipping that Katrina was capable of providing. Still she
did her best to make the boy stay reasonably still while he took blow after
blow. Evidently the lashing from the gym instructor had numbed most of her
target, and so she shifted to the backs of his legs and he screamed into
Sylvia's cunt with every strike of the leather.
Once again they switched places and the
teacher got a real good look at the condition of the youth's ass. She called a
halt to the beating and warned Katrina that she had gone over the line with the
brutal whipping she had adminstered to the teen. Katrina shrugged and ignored
her lover's concern. Sylvia knew better than to let this slide. Unless some
type of retribution was allowed, her chances of ever seeing Charles again at
her place were nil. She passed this observation along to the big blonde who
seemed to sober up from her blood lust. This in turn led to a trip to the
bathroom for some repairs on the teen's butt before he had his first pussy
eating lesson from them.
Sylvia stretched out on her back and let
her thighs part so Charles could start learning the tricks to making a woman
have the best kinds of orgasms. He proved to be only an average student, which
disappointed her no end. Unfortunately for them, the beating had defocused
Charles to the point that he could hardly follow the simplest of instructions.
For some reason his attempts to get Katrina off were more successful. She had a
nice starter cum after only fifteen minutes of tongue action. Once the school
teacher inserted her middle finger into his asshole and found his prostate, his
technique and ability to follow Katrina's orders yielded a powerful orgasm that
rocked her world. This in turn made Sylvia jealous and she insisted upon
switching places with her lover so Charles could get her off as well.
While he strained her thick pubic hair of
any foreign material, especially cunt cream and the like, Katrina took leave
for a few minutes. When she returned, Ms. Lasher's eyes grew wide as she saw
the strap-on containing a length of hard rubber that appeared to be perhaps
eight inches long and of average girth. She had taken that one dozens of times
in both holes and marveled at the way Katrina was able to wield it to give her
some of the best orgasms she had experienced up until then. Even thinking about
it made her get wetter and Charles did a good imitation of a vacuum cleaner as
he suctioned every drop of cum juice that she generated.
Katrina smiled and lubed the head of the
dildo, and then worked a finger coated with more lube into the crevice between
the welted cheeks of the teenager. Charles began to get very excited and his
tongue slipped into another gear and more pussy juice started making the
journey to where his anteater-like lapper awaited. Katrina wasted no time
positioning the head of the dildo against the boy's asshole. She shifted her
hips from side to side to make sure everything was properly aligned, and then
she pressed forward with a slow steady pressure that collapsed the sphincter
muscle defending his rectum.
Sylvia knew the entrance to the teenager's
fuck tunnel had been breached by the way his mouth and tongue went wild,
licking and sucking, then kissing and sucking then nibbling and sucking. She
did her best to accommodate herself to all the things that seemed to be
happening at once. In the background she could hear Kristina's panting, as well
as all the odd noises she was making to match the stranger noises that Charles
was creating in her cunt, plus the slick, wet sound of that dildo moving like a
piston deeper and deeper into his colon. Part of her wondered if the neighbors
had caught on to what was transpiring here, or were they too busy with their
own weird trips to even care?
Katrina gave Charles the reaming of his
young life. She went from side to side, front to back, slow to rapid. She
repeated this one way, and then another. She took cues from the way her lover
reacted to Charles, who in turn was reacting to Katrina's thrusts, lunges and
plunges. His asshole was raw and distended after almost forty minutes of
uninterrupted buggery, as the Brits would say. Finally the trio took a break
and surveyed the damage. Katrina was positively glowing from the exercise and
mastery she had displayed over her challenger for Sylvia's affections, as if a
callow youth could have any influence over a mature woman strongly attracted to
other women, not young boys who knew nothing about pleasuring an adult female.
Sylvia had that "I've almost been
satisfied, but not quite yet" look, although her dripping cunt and
cum-flecked pubic hair might have argued otherwise, not to mention the hickies
that Charles had put on her inner thighs previously, and had revisited once or
twice while Katrina was making a "man" or "mouse" out of
him. However it was their guest victim who had the most obvious sign that he
had enjoyed a wonderful time, despite the groans, moans, screaming and begging
that came from him as Katrina sawed away inside his colon with her boy-to-man
toy. He sported an erection that was solid as a rock and stiff as a board. It
was a little less than six inches, but it twitched and precum dripped from the
head. Sylvia joked that maybe she ought to make a man out of him here and now,
by letting him bury that tuning fork into her juiced up cunt. Katrina didn't
think that was very funny, and said so with her body language and facial expressions.
To make sure that her lover was calmed
down, the school teacher suggested they introduce their boy toy to water
sports, if his mother hadn't already taken care of that matter. Charles
confessed that outside of enemas and one encounter with his mother on the
toilet, he was a water sports virgin. Secretly he was hoping that these two
just might break him in the right way, so that when the girls and his mom got
around to things such as that, he'd be ready for them. Like any true wimp, he
gravitated to female power, and right now the power center was in this
apartment, not his home.
(To be continued-rolf
palsy)