Neighborhood Nympho
by
Jethro Jodhpur
Chapter 1
Yes, I knew what I was getting when I married Charlie. On our honeymoon I turned a blind eye as she picked up guys out by the pool and let them take her to their rooms so they could bang her brains out. By the end of the first week she was taking on groups of studs from the area who were eager to tear off a piece of ass that looked as good as she did. Every morning Charlie would don her skimpiest bikini and pad out to the pool for some sun and to wait for somebody to invite her to their room or place. Let's face it; she looked like a porn star, too much makeup and a set of tits that were an unreal 38D.
We started having words when she left with a group of guys who wanted to gangbang her and didn't come back until the afternoon of the next day. I wasn't bothered by her appetite for hard cock, but overnight was a bit too much for this brand spanking, new husband. She claimed she fucked over thirty guys, lots of them more than once. She slept for the rest of the day, but that night she slipped out of the room and didn't return until late the next morning. I put her over my knee and gave her cute rounded ass a good spanking as she cried and told me she'd be a good girl. I went out to the pool to calm down and when I returned she was gone again, this time for two days.
By the time we got back from this disaster of a honeymoon, I knew there would be big trouble and soon unless I came up with some kind of plan to keep her happy. She confessed that she was seeing a couple of guys at the part time job she had, both of them married, which was something of a blessing. Between them and me, Charlie claimed she could probably get by provided she got plenty of action on the weekend. Based on her performance on our honeymoon, there was no way that yours truly and a couple of part time studs at her job were going to fill the bill.
I started scrambling to come up with a lot more trustworthy individuals who wouldn't mind taking care of Charlie's itch on the weekends. My goal was to be able to set her up for at least one gangbang over the weekend, although two or even three might be a better fit for her considerable appetite when it came to cock. I got lucky when an old buddy of mine who had gotten married a few years ago complained to me that he and his wife needed something extra to keep the magic going. That got me to thinking and after making a number of phone calls, I managed to arrange the first couples day involving Charlie and a few of my old buddies and ex-girlfriends who now were happily, or in some cases, not so happily married.
The initial one took place at the home of one of my closest friends and his sexy wife who went both ways it turned out, and a good time was had by all, especially Charlie who even allowed herself to be tied up for a portion of the gangbang. Although there were only four other couples in attendance, my nympho bride's itch was well scratched thanks to the enthusiastic response of the women. By far Charlie was the hottest babe there, and that sort of incentivized the distaff side to put a little extra into the way they handled my wife.
Things turned freaky when our hostess broke out her strap-on and the ladies took turns stirring up the loads of hot sperm that their husbands had pumped into every hole that Charlie possessed. One guy managed to drop a load into her armpit, and another filled one of her ears to the brim with his offering as everyone cheered him on. Once word got around about this little orgy the invitation list grew to the point that people had to make reservations to attend a couples meeting.
My nympho wife took to bondage like a duck to water. She claimed that being tied tightly freed her from any guilt feelings and made the hard cocks, strap-ons, fists and fast tongues that probed her even more pleasurable. I also was informed that the frequent spankings I gave her these days also eased any residual guilt she might have for cheating on me. Strange as it sounded, our new arrangement seemed to be working. However like any significant change in one's pattern, this one had its ups and downs. Usually the sexual momentum generated by the weekend action was enough to sustain her until mid-week. Beyond that it was a crap shoot. It was my call on keeping Charlie happy, and so I learned to roll with the punches whenever she went a little astray.
Our first problem had to do with our next door neighbors on both sides. Mark and Marilyn Connor were a childless, middle-aged couple who were quite reserved, at least that's what I thought. Until I brought home my new wife, interactions between us were infrequent but always civilized. All that changed when Mark got a good look at Charlie out by our little pool in one of her skimpy bikinis. It got downright frigid when Marilyn noticed that her husband was taking much more interest in my new wife than she thought was warranted. My wife cannot deal with men who don't immediately start slavering at the sight of her fantastic body. So initially she was quite satisfied in the homage that Mark was paying to her. When Marilyn gummed up the works, Charlie took that as a challenge and acted accordingly.
It turned into a contest of the wills between Charlie and Marilyn. The first time I realized what was going on was when Charlie began to sunbathe topless, displaying her incredible 38Ds in all their fleshy glory. Next I noticed the drapes were tightly shut on the Connor's windows facing our pool. However once I caught a quick glance of Mark peeking out as Charlie absentmindly played with her nipples, making those nubbins stiff as ice. Things got hotter in a sense and now Charlie was taking the sun in the nude. That brought a response from Marilyn who one early evening rang the doorbell and announced to me that my wife was distracting her husband with her brazen displays of flesh that not only involved nudity, but also lascivious behavior to boot.
The behavior part was something new and so we two tiptoed to the pool area to discover my wife shamelessly masturbating while a bemused Mark Connor stood in the window of his bedroom and stroked his pecker in homage to my wife's awesome body and behavior. I had to stiffle a laugh at this display of sexuality taking place between my wife and my neighbor. Without even thinking I mentioned that Mark was rather well hung and this was going to cause plenty of friction now that my oversexed wife knew about what he had in his trousers. Marilyn's reaction showed a new facet of her personality, one that was more in tune with mine and even Charlie's.
"You tell that brazen bimbo if I catch her even near my husband, I'll ram my strap-on so far up her ass it will come out of that hot, pouty mouth!"
From that time on, my view of Marilyn Connor changed dramatically. Seizing the moment I asked what might happen if perhaps tomorrow evening I delivered my cloaked wife to them, naked underneath with her hands cuffed behind her back, so that she could make a very sincere apology and do whatever they chose to demand in the form of reparations. I watched as my straight-laced neighbor licked her lips nervously before breaking into a broad grin and declaring in a voice loud enough to carry back to the pool area.
"You march that big-titted bitch over to my door promptly at seven tomorrow evening and we'll take it from there. Don't expect her back into the wee hours, if at all. I'll only guarantee that by early morning she'll be able to walk, but I hope she doesn't have the kind of job that requires her to be seated for any significant amount of time."
When I broke the news to my darling wife, her baby-blues got big and she smiled like the cat that swallowed the canary. I wondered if she and Mark had already made a connection, which would explain his reaction to watching her jill off. That night she pretty much confirmed my suspicions, by making sure the curtains in our bedroom were pulled back, and the window was wide open. She insisted that we keep the light on while I nailed her fore and aft. Finally she assumed her most erotic position, on her spine, legs akimbo and her body jackknifed at the waist, so her hands could grab her ankles and keep that shaved pussy wide apart.
While I pounded away at that weeping gash I looked up at the mirror over the dresser and saw the Connors reflected back at me. Marilyn and Mark were as naked as jaybirds and I was quite taken by her trim body and the thick patch of dark pubic hair guarding her cunt. She was smiling and at the same time slowly jacking Mark's hard dick that could have easily doubled for the limb of a fair sized tree. I knew at once that Charlie must already have sampled that cudgel, and was looking forward to a great night of sex with the Connors. I wondered if they'd have the decency to leave the lights on and let me watch and jack-off as they went at each other.
The timing couldn't have been any better in that it was Thursday night and Charlie was itchy as a cat in heat. She must have deliberately rationed her pussy at work, making a number of her fans very unhappy. As promised she was standing at the door to the Connor place at seven , waiting for them to welcome her inside. I vainly hoped that they might display some charity and invite me into their home for some or all of the fun and games I knew were about to take place. It was not to be; it was a stone-faced couple who stood in the doorway and took possession of my helpless wife. Marilyn gave me a curt nod and her face nearly betrayed her glee as her husband opened the cloak to reveal Charlie in her naked glory,her stiff nipples and bloated cunt lips rouged crimson. That was all I would see of my nympho bride for the rest of the night except for the digital pictures that Marilyn e-mailed to me until well in the early hours of the morning.
I heard from Marilyn by phone about an hour after I returned home. She informed me that she'd be spending me some fun pictures during the evening if I was interested. In the background I could hear a swishing sound followed by a slapping noise and a muffled grunt. Marilyn finally got around to explaining what was going on while she was talking to me. My wife was lying on their bed, her gaping asshole freshly fucked by Mark's huge cock. He was using his belt on her round bouncy buns, and to avoid disturbing their other neighbors, Charlie was gagged with a pair of Marilyn's ripe panties that had been sitting in the hamper for a day or so. The mental picture that formed in my head got me hard and horny. I knew that despite the grunts, Charlie was having a grand time with the Connors.
As promised I received an e-mail a few minutes later consisting of three pictures. The first showed my new bride stretched out on a king sized bed, lying on her stomach. Marilyn Connor, wearing only a pair of bikini panties was seated comfortably upon Charlie, her hands holding my wife's firm rounded cheeks apart. Kneeling between my nympho bride's thighs was her husband, Mark, holding his stiff prick steady and obviously on the verge of pushing that long thick tool into Charlie's puckered butthole. From the way this picture was framed, the Connors were pretty adept at using digital technology to record their little bedroom antics. I wondered if they also had a webcam, and that was confirmed by the accompanying message that came with the pictures. According to Marilyn the webcam was sending streaming video to a number of people located all over the world. These folks were playing in the big leagues and as of this evening Charlie was making her international debut.
In the second picture Marilyn had lost her bikinis and was holding Charlie's head by her long blonde hair against her hairy crotch. Mark had shifted his position so that about half of his monster weapon was now buried in my wife's asshole. Charlie's bound hands were clenched tight, indicating that she was having some difficulty handling the tree limb of a cock that was nosing its way deeper and deeper into her poop chute. The third shot showed Mark spooned against Charlie's buns, his cock swallowed whole by my wife's well stretched lower GI tract. Marilyn had a look of bliss on her face, an indication that Charlie's tongue was making good progress in satisfying her hostess.
( To be continued )
Neighborhood Nympho
by
Jethro Jodhpur
Chapter 2
The Connors really put Charlie through the wringer that night. I was absolutely boggled to see how two people in their late thirties could turn my nympho wife into a wet dishrag in less than twelve hours. It was apparent that they knew a lot more about taming my bedmate than I did. Marilyn kept e-mailing pictures to me at intervals of between an hour to an hour and a half, depending how hot and heavy things were going.
The second batch showed me why these two were more than a match for my sex-crazed wife. I already had seen that Mark was hung like a horse and knew how to use that big hunk of burning love. What made things even tougher for Charlie was the size of the strap-on dildo that Marilyn used to stir up her juices, not to mention those deposited inside my wife by her husband. The first time I saw it disappearing into Charlie's distended asshole was a shock. I had a hard time imagining anyone having a cock that size, let alone being able to make it fit in such small places as Charlie's butthole, even after it had been loosened up by Mark's mammoth weapon.
Marilyn gleefully provided me with the dildo's dimensions, sixteen inches in length and three inches across. The first time she used it on Charlie she managed to get her to take nearly eleven inches in her poop chute, and when she pulled it out, she claimed that Charlie's sphincter nearly came out with it. What made this tool so damned fearsome was its wearer was quite adept at using it and was in great physical shape. Poor Charlie was completely over matched and as the night wore on Marilyn went deeper and faster every time she took a turn.
This is not to say that Mark didn't do his share. He kept Charlie busy sucking his wanger back to life for another turn at her butthole or as a nice change of pace, her tight cunt, that wasn't so tight once Marilyn decided it needed some attention from Big Bertha, her pet name for that monster dildo that was destroying my wife's insides. As the witching hour came and went they shifted to double penetration of what was left of Charlie's holes. This in turn evolved into fisting and I'm sure that Charlie was begging them for mercy by the time Mark's large fist began its maiden voyage up her cunt, and after a brief but unequal struggle managed to make landfall at the door to her birthing chamber or uterus for those of you enamored by technical terms. The look on my nympho wife's face was priceless when Marilyn managed to get half her well-toned arm up Charlie's cunt and at the same time Mark drilled a new oil well in my wife's back forty that made her eyes cross.
I knew that I had to get some sleep soon since I did not have the luxury of choosing when I came to work. As luck would have it, just before I was going to sign off for the night or morning, whatever time it was, Marilyn sent me more pictures and a heads up that I was about to see something a little off the beaten path. First off the pictures showed Charlie taking a major league spanking from the Connors. I have never seen her butt as crimson as it got that night. The two of them took turns walloping her with every bit of energy they had until both were exhausted. Charlie was beyond exhaustion, but still had plenty more road to travel before they returned what was left of her to the arms of her loving husband, or was it cuckold?
What followed was well worth the loss of sleep. It turned out that the Connors had all sorts of hidden kinks that I would never have imagined for this older and much more reserved couple. As soon as I got the first picture and realized that the venue had changed from the bedroom to the bathroom, my breath got a bit short and my blood pressure rose. I was about to witness a session of water sports, and not the kind they did in a pool either. The second picture said it all.
Charlie, still cuffed and now also gagged with what looked like a pair of panties, was on her back in the tub, her normally flat belly now quite rounded, like she might have swallowed a softball. She definitely did not have a happy face, gag or no gag. At the upper corner of the picture hung a red rubber enema bag, and it all came together at once. They had just finished, or were still in the process of giving my sex-crazed wife a colonic irrigation as I heard one person describe an enema in polite society. I had to admit that this view of Charlie kind of got me all hot and bothered; probably because she looked so vulnerable and her belly made her appear to be an expectant mother perhaps three or four months along. I had a sick thought that stayed with me until I got the chance to do it to Charlie, who the next day came back from her part time job and wandered over to the Connor household only to discover they were away,perhaps enjoying some fun and games with another couple.
It was roughly two in the morning and I sat by my computer like some junkie waiting for his connection to arrive. Finally one picture came along with a short message having to do with what they planned to do to Charlie for the rest of the time before allowing her some sleep. Marilyn warned me that my wife might be late for work today, but she thought that all concerned were truly enjoying the session. The picture shocked the hell out of me. I had not anticipated that my wife would be taking a golden shower from Marilyn Connor in super closeup. I wondered what those folks who were seeing everything from the Connors' webcam were thinking of my wife's debut. There was no doubt that Charlie and I had to talk things over before she was swept away by our neighbors' kinky ways.
I went to bed with a huge hard-on compliments of Marilyn's note concerning what she and her husband still had in store for Charlie. My nympho wife would be getting a chance to see how much her holes could stretch with her belly chock full of water from the two enema bags she'd taken. The idea of Charlie being double penetrated by the pair was a real turn-on for me. I had to also admit that I was getting a yen for Marilyn that certainly wasn't anything but plain, old, one hundred percent lust for her trim body and dominant personality. They also were quite interested in how my blonde bombshell behaved when she had a mouthful of fresh piss direct from the tap so to speak. Mark and Marilyn had a side bet that she'd not be able to gargle that mouthful for more than ten seconds without spilling some or swallowing it before she was given permission to chug it down.
To say I was groggy when the alarm went off was an understatement. Nonetheless I jumped from my empty bed and hit the shower, my way of preparing for what lay ahead. As the cold water renewed my contact with the outside world, I began to focus on what probably occurred between my faithless wife and the Connors. The more I thought about last night the angrier I got. They had taken advantage of me big time and Charlie had gone along with it lock, stock and barrel, whatever that meant. The fact that she still hadn't arrived home from her session with the next door neighbors started to eat away at me. I decided that my presence would not be conducive for a meeting of the minds as to the subject of my wayward wife and her new found friends.
For reasons that I did not understand, my reaction to my wife's latest escapade seemed to have an influence on the way that the ladies in my office responded to me. There was this brunette around thirty with a chest that almost matched what my wife was packing, but a face that would scare children, who took the initiative and invited, or actually propositioned me, to join her for lunch or an aperitif at her place after work. I turned down lunch, but by midday had accepted her second offer. The drink before dinner turned into a romp in the lady's bed, and she had plenty to offer when it came to tasty pussy and a tight twat that hadn't been used for quite some time. All I had to do was close my eyes and think it was Marilyn Connor beneath me, thrusting her hairy cunt up to meet my downward moves.
I headed home feeling a lot better about myself. If Charlie had an itch that always needed scratching, that was her problem. The more I thought about things,the more reasonable it became to adopt her way of life and sort of take whatever came along. However in her case she was no shrinking violet, she'd grab anything that had a cock and promised to show her a good time in the sack. To her there was no such thing as cheating, she probably didn't think of me as a cuckhold either. So by her logic, how could I be a philanderer? By the time I hit the door to our place, I was in the mood for some serious makeup sex. Unfortunately it takes two for makeup sex, and the house was empty.
Nosing around I discovered that Charlie must have returned at some time during my absence, but when and for how long were impossible to tell. I took a deep breath and called the Connor residence, getting their answering machine. I left a message and started to fret about her whereabouts. Had she returned for another session with my neighbors? Was she in some motel making up for lost time with one or more of the guys she was screwing at work? Had she made a new conquest at her job, one who was unmarried and happy to accommodate her needs at his place? Had she been kidnapped by aliens? I stewed for another hour and to calm myself down went over the pictures that Marilyn had e-mailed to me last night. That did nothing for my situation except make me hornier for my nympho wife. So, Charlie was now heavy into girl-girl, water sports and who knows what else she'd learned playing with the Connors. The first couples gangbang had obviously just whetted her taste for her own kind, and now the Connors were giving her an ocean to drink.
It was well past eleven when Marilyn Connor called. She and Mark had been out to see some friends and had no idea where my wife was. Mrs. Connor stuck a fork in me by observing that my bride was rather forward when it came to men, but she and her husband had enjoyed their little tete-a-tete with her and were looking for another opportunity to further her education. It didn't help that she kept referring to Charlie as that trollop, your home wrecking wife, the alley cat or her favorite, that trampy slut of a whore you married. I was furious after listening to her observations about my trampy slut of a whore wife. I hadn't eaten since noon, so I raided the frig and made do with some leftover takeout that was a few days old, but edible. Afterward I polished off a double Jack Daniels and went to bed.
When my wife got back is anyone's guess, but I was too tired to even roll over whenever she crawled into bed. All I knew was when I responded to the insistent alarm that shouldn't have been going off except I forgot today was Saturday, there was my faithless wife soundly sleeping like some innocent. I restrained my urge to begin choking her and instead rolled out of bed and went through my routine in preparing for another day at the salt mines. The blonde bombshell was still out of it when I settled down for breakfast; just as well since the last thing I wanted or needed before I ate was a confrontation with her on the subject of where she was and with whom.
( To be continued )
Neighborhood Nympho
by
Jethro Jodhpur
Chapter 3
I managed to get through what passes for breakfast on the weekend and decided to wake up sleeping beauty so I could give her the spanking of her life. Then I realized that wasn't even something I was capable of doing, now that the Connor dynamic duo had set a new standard for turning my wife's outstanding tush into a set of crimson meat cheeks. Rather than be further frustrated, I aroused her from the arms of Morpheus, dragging her from under the covers and revealing that someone else had been having a field day with Charlie's anatomy.
My blonde bimbo wife was naked, which was her usual way to sleep, and still showing evidence of the workout her rounded behind had taken from the Connors. She also had what looked to be relatively fresh teeth marks decorating her big bouncy tits and around the entrance to her shaved, fat-lipped cunt. This kind of took me by surprise and I turned back into my old weak-willed self in a flash. As much as I hated myself for letting her turn me into the cuckold of the month, I could not stay angry with her for any length of time. Seeing the damage to that awesome collection of curves and hollows, minor though it might be, was her get out of jail card. At first Charlie refused to say anything about who caused these new marks, or why it happened. I persisted and soon there I was with my bare face hanging out, trying to console my cheating wife for getting into some kind of trouble she probably deserved.
As I suspected she had made another conquest at her job. However this one wasn't some wage slave, it was the son of the boss, back from his senior year in college and full of piss and vinegar. Charlie missed the connection, which is something that happens to her frequently, and before she knew it she was accompanying Nelson to a nearby motel for a getting-to-know you engagement. Things went as planned, with him doing the pitching and Charlie doing her best to catch everything right where it was meant to go.
There was nothing fancy about Nelson, he seemed to be a meat and potatoes kind of fucker with a larger than average cock and the ability to use it to stir up my blonde wife's juices. After an hour and a half of fairly steady pronging, Nelson announced that he had to be back to work, and suggested she might like to continue this little exercise over at his new place when the company closed for the day. Having nothing better to do, Charlie agreed and returned to work with him, her second mistake of the day.
Her immediate supervisor was all over her as soon as she made an appearance. He was not used to being ignored when it came to his daily romp in the local motel with Charlie. The next thing she knew he had marched her into a storeroom and made her strip to her bikinis and put her hands behind her back. She was on her knees with most of his hard cock embedded in her throat when they were rudely interrupted by Nelson, who was taking an inventory of useful space at his father's request. The supervisor fled in fear for his job; he unlike the blonde punchboard knew who Nelson was, and more importantly soon would be. To Charlie, Nelson was some kind of a savior, a knight in shining armor, and thus worthy of having fresh access to her goodies.
Charlie happily accompanied Nelson to his new digs and assisted him in christening his bed, being the first of what he probably hoped to be many conquests. She was delighted to discover that he was a real stallion, acting as if he hadn't spent almost two hours previously at the motel rearranging her insides. It was while they were taking a break of sorts that she found out she was in the process of rejuvenating the cock of the son of the company's president. This just added to her happiness and soon they were on their way to swapping more bodily fluids. Things kept getting better and better as his two roommates arrived and joined the fun. Lawrence and William were two of his best friends at college and the trio had decided to join forces to save some money while they each made it to the top of their respective companies. I found it amusing that my full name was William Lawrence Dawson. I wonder if Charlie ever bothered to make the connection. My guess was probably not, since she was too busy making sure her hungry pussy got its ratio of hard cock for the day.
His companions were well hung and no strangers to the female anatomy. Now there were three bones being buried in her porn star body that was all natural as they soon discovered. A chance comment by Charlie that she enjoyed being tied up while she had sex led to a quick search of the apartment, yielding a few lengths of clothesline left behind by the previous occupants as well as some plastic ties that had come off a large item they must have purchased. Soon the blonde bimbo was securely restrained, wrists and arms tightly bound with clothesline and the ties twisted around the base of her spectacular 38Ds, a new experience for her. For the next few hours the four of them soaked the sheets as load after load was pumped into Charlie's shaved pussy.
Charlie's great tits got even greater as the loss of circulation caused them to balloon in size and gradually turn into what looked like a pair of purple bowling balls. She was feeling no pain, and her puppies, as she called them, were now acting like magnets to the trio of cocksmen who began to look for more exotic outlets for their lust. Now there always seemed to be a cock sawing away between those mammoth bags of bloated flesh. Load after load of boiling sperm coated her purple tits and soon a crust of dried semen began to form over them. They took turns holding one or both of her fat tits to her lips so she could suck off the coating of dried jizz. It became obvious to the studs that they had done all the fucking they were going to do this evening. However Charlie semed to be still up for anything they could do to keep the party going full blast. That's when Lawrence revealed his evil side and inspired the other two to join in the fun.
At first his love bites as he called them were just nips that started at her swollen nipples and then marched north. Gradually the nips became bites, leaving deep impressions of his teeth in her bloated purple flesh. Although Charlie couldn't feel much except pressure, she began to get nervous as she watched those teeth marks cross her giant globes. Then William joined the fun, starting his own set of brands as he called his teeth marks, on her other tit. His sharp quick bites nearly separated her nipple from her bulging tit. Charlie was really beginning to sweat as both of her giant boobs were covered with row upon row of deep imprints. Then Lawrence upped the ante, his teeth actually breaking the skin, leaving flecks of blood on the surface of her stressed puppy. William tried to emulate his friend and soon both of her tits were showing small areas of fresh and dried blood.
Nelson had stayed out of the way and just watched while he stroked his limp cock, trying to firm it up for one last run at Charlie's dripping twat that still oozed their previous offerings. When he at last gave up trying to bring his dead soldier back to life he joined in the fray. It was Nelson who put new meaning into the words "eating pussy". He got down between the blonde's spread thighs and stuck his tongue right up into the mess leaking from her cunt. Then he proceeded to chomp down on Charlie's tender twat bringing a squeal of shock and terror from her.
Her reaction frightened off the two that were chowing down on her bulging boobs. Now they were the audience as Nelson chewed away on his victim's dripping cunt, drawing almost as much blood as the cum that was still drooling from the mouth of her raw and swollen fuckbox. With a final two or three vicious bites that drew more blood, he backed off and let the blonde bimbo scream to her heart's content until William had the good sense to shove her bikinis into her mouth to avoid bringing the neighbors to the door complaining about the noise, or worse still, wanting to get in on the action.
Poor Charlie, things just went from bad to worse for the blonde punchboard who also occasionally doubled as my wife. When they took off the twisted plastic ties choking off the blood supply to her massive mammaries, she added some new and very scarey sensations to her repertoire of sexually related experiences. At first her tits tingled, then quickly the tingle turned into a dull and growing pain. In another minute she was in agony, horrified that something terrible had happened to her pride and joy, those firm, bouncy tits that looked good regardless of what if anything supported them. Fortunately the bikini gag held down the shrieks and they managed to control her by the use of brute force. All of them took turns massaging her burning tits and trying to calm her down. Soon the pain was down to something manageable and her panic was much reduced. They took a chance and untied the bonds holding her arms behind her back so she could flee into the bathroom to do what she could to repair the damage to her puffy puppies.
When she finally returned from the bathroom they plied her with a few drinks and took turns fondling her tits and gently licking her pussy to get her in a relaxed state so Nelson could drive her home without getting arrested for kidnapping or some such charge if he was stopped by the police. Charlie being young and capable of quick recoveries from various and sundry physical problems was able to insist that Nelson allow her to thank him properly for driving her home. So for twenty minutes he had the pleasure of Charlie sucking, licking, kissing and stroking his cock until he hosed her face with a weak load of depleted sperm. Then to his delight and amazement she begged him to feed her what he had just pumped all over her pretty puss by scooping it up with his fingers and letting her suck them clean until there was no trace on her smiling countenance of his last effort of the night. It was a more than slightly bemused young man who left her at the front door and pulled away once he saw her enter our house seemingly none the worse for wear.
( To be continued )
Neighborhood Nympho
Chapter 4
When my wife of less than a month finished the story of her latest sex adventure, I could do nothing but shake my head. It did sound plausible, and from the looks of her boobs and pussy mouth she had suffered somewhat for her indiscretion. So like the cuckold I was becoming, I forgave my wanton wife and watched her pad back to the bedroom to catch up on her sleep. It seemed strange to me that the only reason she ever came home was to rest up from some wild ass escapade with other studs. These days I was getting very little pussy from the blonde bombshell.
This set me to thinking about our next-door neighbor Marilyn Connor. I wondered if she'd be interested in trading some pussy to me for the opportunity of getting another crack at my wife's always open for business cunt. I still hadn't figured out whether she and her husband were independent entrepreneurs when it came to sex, or worked only as a team. Here it was nearly noon on a Saturday and Charlie was sound asleep, resting up for the couples meeting scheduled for tomorrow at the home of one of my ex-girlfriends who had married well.
Talking to Marilyn Connor over the phone proved to be like going to the dentist. She was one jump ahead of me and blew me off in no time flat. That conniving woman knew full well that they had Charlie just where they wanted her, and there was no need to bother with a middleman, even if he claimed to be her spouse. So I checked out my sleeping beauty in hopes that she had rested up sufficiently to think about having some hot sex with her long suffering husband. All I got from her was a few groans, a whine about how sore her private parts felt, and a question concerning when we were expected at tomorrow's gangbang/orgy. I sure wish I hadn't given away my little black book listing all the sure things that I dated and bedded. I reasoned that many of these gems were still single and eager to jump in the sack with a great catch like myself. Then I had to correct the fantasy. I was out of circulation, married, and a cuckold to boot. Too bad I hadn't had the brains to get the phone number of that chesty coworker I nailed while I was waiting for Charlie to recover from another one of her escapades.
I went out to our tiny pool area and took some rays. I lazed in the warm sun, dreaming about nailing Marilyn in the butthole once I finished spanking her tight buns until they were purple. Soon I dozed off and was enjoying a nice sex dream featuring me and a real live porn star, Lotta Top, the girl with the set of real 45F boobs. This hot babe didn't walk, she tottered, thanks to her unbelievable superstructure. My hard ten-inch cock had been burrowing between those oil coated melons and ending up in her warm wet mouth for what seemed like an eternity. I was on the verge of blasting a huge load of wigglers all over those massive mammaries when my dream was interrupted by the sound of girlish giggling. Two things became immediately apparent; my ten-inch dream cock had returned to its normal size, but remained in a state of tumescence, a fancy word for having a hard-on. Under normal circumstances this would be no big deal, but upon opening one eye I was confronted by not one, but two visions of teen loveliness.
My eyes came to attention and began taking in the firm flesh so enticingly displayed by this pair. First there were two sets of long bronzed legs that tapered into smooth curving thighs. My widening eyes now covered the matching short-shorts of a clinging red material that encased their private parts. Then it picked up the firm, almost muscular abdomens of the girls and bored into the two winking eyes of their navels, both innies. More bare flesh followed, brown and firm, until the next sets of symmetric perfection jutted out, struggling against the combination of gravity and the tight white tube tops that fought to confine these budding beauties. I could actually make out four hard nipples poking insistently at the latex or lycra or whatever wonder material it was that caused those nubbins to be so perfectly defined and yet still hidden.
A quick mental calculation based on years of staring at breasts produced numbers in the vicinity of 35B for those marvelous mounds that would likely grow to perhaps 36C when nature ran its course. More bare sun-browned skin followed, now undulating and diving into nooks and crannies that were the result of the encroaching flesh colliding with the unyielding bones that framed these magnificent physical specimens. All this was capped by twin faces featuring steel blue eyes, noses that could not be more perfectly sculpted, bee-stung lips, almost too sensual for ones so young and innocent, and sparkling straight teeth most people would never achieve even if they spent the rest of their lives wearing braces. Crowning all this beauty was hair of spun gold, cut short so that the outer fringes could perhaps tickle their shell-like ears when they romped like young animals, causing people like myself to grind our teeth in despair that we could never possess such creatures except in our dreams.
This was what flashed through my mind as I first set eyes on the Tolliver twins, Teri and Traci. These fourteen year old walking wet dreams were part of a large family of three generations that was in the process of moving into the one vacant house on the street. They had gone exploring and could not resist the open gate on the side of our place. I was so taken by their awesome beauty and seeming innocence that I even forgot about that thing growing from my groin and making a tent out of my pants. Their voices matched their appearance, melodic and when they laughed, the air around them seemed to shimmer. I was immediately and madly in lust with these two angels. Had Charlie arrived at this moment in the all-together, I would have ignored her presence, so taken was I by these twin demi-goddesses. On the other hand had it been Marilyn Connor, equally unclothed, I might have tried to drown her in my tiny pool.
Somehow they put me at ease and we chatted as if we were the best of friends. I gave them a brief sketch of Charlie and I, leaving out the part about her being a hopeless nymphomaniac. They told me that they were from out of state and when their father was transferred here, the entire family including their parents, grandparents on their mother's side, and an older brother who would be starting college this fall, had picked up and moved to remain together. I couldn't help but notice that they used the words "our loving family" quite a bit in the conversation. Little did I know at the time just how "loving" this group of people would turn out to be.
When the twins took their leave,I was treated to the sight of their firm, perfectly rounded buns twitching from side to side in perfect synchronization as if they were mounted on ball bearings. Moments later my sleeping wife was roused by yours truly in desperate need of some pussy. Even though she called me Nelson and later Mark, I had no pride left by that time. Half asleep or wide awake, Charlie could, and often did, deliver some of the best ass on the planet. I gave thanks for this minor blessing, it certainly took the edge off for me and convinced my punchboard of a wife that she had recovered sufficiently to star in tomorrow's sex orgy. As for me, I was still fantasizing about nailing the Tolliver twins the first chance they gave me. Little did I realize I had to pass muster from a number of sources before I even got into the game, let alone scored with them.
That night Charlie was much friskier than usual, perhaps anticipating all the cock and strap-ons waiting to warp her insides at tomorrow's couples meeting. She insisted I tie her up good and tight and then do with her whatever I wanted. By the time I finished roping her into what seemed like an armless and legless mound of wide open cunt and easily available asshole, not to mention tying those big tatas so they ballooned into purple bowling balls, she was soaking the sheets with pussy juice and dry humping that juicy gash into thin air in hopes that a phantom cock would start banging her brains out. That how-to bondage magazine just paid its first dividend. It was every pervert's dream; a fantastically built, on-demand, quadrapeligic, totally reversible and completely yours to do with as you pleased.
I'd just flipped Charlie over onto her belly so I could sink my freshly hardened cock between my hot sex-crazed wife's bruised buns, the result of the spanking I'd given her while I rested up after my last assault on her juicing quim, as the brits like to call it. She had almost made up for about half of the things she had done to me over the last week, and this buggering I was planning for her would continue to whittle away at the debt she had incurred with her long suffering husband. If she behaved herself at the gangbang tomorrow, meaning I got no major complaints about her performance, we'd be starting out with a clean slate for the week.
The first inch of my cock had just slid by her tight sphincter and I was preparing to launch a blitzkrieg on her remaining defenses to open her up for a major reaming before slowing down to enjoy the sensations that my cock would be getting as her buttery butthole wrapped around it like a glove. The attack was in full swing when the phone rang and rang and rang before the answering machine did its thing. I was too busy blasting away the last pockets of resistance to pay much attention to what the voice was saying. Then it penetrated my ass- crazed mind that it was Marilyn Connor on the other end. In a voice dripping with honey she invited Charlie and yours truly to a little soiree that she and her husband were planning for midweek. Now that was an interesting turn of events. I wondered what had caused this change of heart. Then I refocused and went to town on the defenseless asshole of my wayward, punchboard of a wife, who at this moment was worth the wear and tear on my psyche.
(To be continued-jethro jodhpur)
Neighborhood Nympho
Chapter 5
Sunday morning dawned, and Charlie proved to be bright-eyed and bushy tailed, which was fine with me since it meant I got a taste of the goodies. I could literally count the times that we had engaged in friendly strife since I said, "I do". Considering all the people who had gotten lucky with her, our couplings probably made up less than ten percent of her action. However there was one thing I had to always remind myself, it was my call from the get-go.
Let me take a moment to describe what serious sex with Charlie was like. When she put her mind to it, my wife could fuck with the best of them. In fact, I had never had better, nor did I think I ever would. What she liked to do was kill two birds with one stone. Getting off was the prime objective, but staying fit was a close second, because that guaranteed plenty of opportunities to get off.
As I think I've remarked previously, Charlie was a wet dream walking. She was soft where a woman was supposed to be soft and firm in the other spots. This came about from her study of sexual positions and their effect on muscle tone. I have referred to her as being a bimbo, a punchboard, and other unkind but true descriptions of her. One thing however about Charlie, she was not dumb. She just didn't like to operate her brain unless there was a good reason to click the on-switch.
For example this morning yours truly was enjoying the sensation of her tight pussy moving up and down on my blood engorged joint. She had decided that the squatting female superior position was the type of exercise her abs and thighs required. To make sure that the toning took place over the entire area of need, she was doing one of her patented, round the world moves, rotating that awesome body from one quadrant to another while her smooth working hips made like pistons to assure that the grip on my stiff shaft was continuous and constant.
Currently she was facing away from me, presenting a view of her round, firm cheeks pumping away, with my helpless tool locked in place by the set of muscles that controlled her cunt. When it came to exercise, Charlie made things as efficient as possible. Now don't get me wrong, my wife has a set of tits that would make ninety-nine point nine, nine percent of the female population over the age of sixteen grind their teeth in utter envy and despair. However yours truly was an ass man, supposedly a taste that was inherent to older members of the male species. So be it, I accept my aberration and revel in it at times such as now.
All good things must come to an end and did I ever, blasting a mammoth load of wigglers all over Charlie's 38Ds and then being treated to the sight of my blonde bombshell scooping my cream off her tits and sucking it from her fingers as if it were some appetizer, which I guess it was. We had less than two hours to get her ready for the couples meeting. I never could figure out why my wife made such a fuss over what undies she had on, another part of her personality that was uniquely Charlie. After all, in less time than it takes to tell, she'd be stark naked and on her way to the mounting block, in this particular case a chaise longue located by the pool, out in the sun so she could work on her all over tan while she was being boffed.
We got to the house of our host and hostess right on time, high noon. It was a gorgeous day, sunny but not hot with a gentle breeze from the west; so much for the local weather report. Anxiously awaiting the guest of honor were ten couples, the majority of them known to me, but most of them strangers to my hyped-up soulmate. Charlie's IUD, a Copper T 380A, got quite a workout that afternoon. She'd had this one installed a year or so ago and it was supposed to be good for at least five years. You can be sure the change date for it was not just written on the calendar, it was going to be discretely tattooed somewhere on her fabulous body, just so no one could forget.
As we headed for the pool area, Charlie unzipped and unbuttoned like the well-oiled machine she truly was, and by the time we reached the pool she was down to her shelf bra and a cache' sex that was a bit overwhelmed by the sex it was trying to contain. Our hosts had prepared everything just as we had discussed over the phone. They had rented an articulated, top of the line chaise longue that would support my blonde wife's superb body as men and women took their turns paying homage to her fabulous, tight pussy and her fantastic and even tighter asshole, as well as enjoying her warm, wet mouth and flickering tongue.
Guys can't help being guys even when on the verge of sinking their cocks into some of the best poontang currently available in the continental U S of A. They just had to fiddle with the various controls that made the long chair move into various configurations, making access to all Charlie's orifices a simple matter of hitting the right button. The restraints attached to the chair were also of great interest. Charlie was now going to be securely held by the best leather available. They'd not only keep her wrists and ankles in a firm but not a skin damaging grip, but her tapering thighs, washboard abdomen and the area just below her jutting tits would also be secured, preventing that luscious naked body from all but the slightest movement for the entertainment and amusement of anyone mounting her on this marvel of design. Charlie could be jackknifed up or down, and spread to any number of positions to assure easy access to her pink lipped twat and puckered chocolate starfish. Having played enough with this high tech gadget, they now turned their attention to the blonde fuck toy who awaited their pleasure.
Charlie giggled as they tried to strap her into the chair. Too many cooks spoil the broth, and too many hands working at cross purposes left the willing punchboard rather ill tempered. It took a trio of ladies to finally shoo the men away so they could properly restrain my wife and let the fun begin. Two lines formed almost immediately, one at her head and the other terminating at her crotch. For all the advantages this marvelous piece of machinery possessed, it took almost half an hour before one daring user of my wife's body made an adjustment that stretched her body to the point that she let out a heart rending groan. That got the poor fellow so excited that he had an accident about thirty seconds after he entered Charlie's well lubricated cunt. His loss was the next customer's gain, and my wife hardly noticed the gap in her servicing.
I went inside to see about getting a drink. Being the husband of the star attraction at a gangbang did give me a bit of status, as well as a few nasty looks from some of the ladies. It was amusing to see those very same women attacking Charlie's body with gusto when they had the opportunity. Charlie confessed to me that women made her nervous; they acted as if they truly wanted to punish her for being the tramp that she was. She considered that rather unfair, but never complained. As it turned out, today she would be tested to her limits by the wives of the men currently skewering her fore and aft with as much energy as they could bring to the task at hand.
Although these little gangbangs manage to keep our marriage going, that doesn't mean I enjoy hanging around a few feet from where other guys are nailing my wife, even if she is a nympho and can't help it. Worse still,I can't stand the sight of her face breaking into one big smile as a hard cock finds one of her special spots. I'm not sure I know where half of them are, but some of these guys act like they've been fucking my wife for years. This was the first of these affairs where I was used by an angry wife to spite her husband, who was happy as a clam at high tide for his chance to warp the insides of one of the hottest women in the state.
This was the first time I had ever been propositioned at one of these get-togethers. The lady in question was a slim brunette with a drink in her hand and wearing a bikini that left little to the imagination. Soon I had a drink in my hand and was enjoying the view every time she took a breath. Her average sized tits were round and firm and as we chatted, the nipples began to harden. I noticed a few wispy tendrils of pubic hair peeking from the crotch of what passed for the bottom of her suit. She gave me a crooked grin and observed that Charlie's crotch was bald as a cue ball, something my wife took a great deal of pride in having. Bikini waxes were not cheap and in addition, according to Charlie, they hurt like fury when those strips were yanked off.
It turned out that the lady in the teeny weeny bikini was on the outs with her husband who was taking out his frustration on my wife. In the interests of symmetry it would only be fitting if I took out something on his wife, such as my rapidly stiffening cock. She assured me that no one else would know about our little tryst, since the hostess was a good friend and had prepared a room on the second floor, well off the main hallway, for just such an eventuality. I made a mental note to write a thank you note to the hostess who I had exchanged bodily fluids with on many an occasion when she was single.
She led the way upstairs and I followed, enjoying the view and the way her ass swayed from side to side as she mounted the steps. For some odd reason I wondered how Charlie was doing out by the pool. That was quite a line of studs for her to handle, even before the ladies took a turn while their spouses had a beer or two, told war stories and then returned to nailing Charlie in round two. However as soon as the brunette unwrapped the confining bikini from her lean, shapely body, any thought of my nympho wife went out the window. The next thing I knew, she had yanked my trousers down and started sucking the life out of and into my cock as she knelt before me like a slave girl.
How fitting that we should be coupling at a couples meeting. I took advantage of the situation and made a complete pig of myself. First I went down on the lady's cunt, which had a very unique pattern of pubic hair. Her lips were shaved clean, and a strip of thick, curly, black hair, perhaps two inches wide, extended outwards from those bare and by now, quite swollen lips. Yours truly chowed down like a starving man at a feast, while she held me in a death grip using her firm thighs to imprison me. In no time at all she went off like a rocket, but the fun had just begun. She never let up the steady pressure those thighs produced, even while she was in the throes of passion. Once she returned to earth, I moved up and planted my rock hard cock into her twat, which by now was hot and juicy. It was like diving into a pool of melted butter, and I dove deep as she hissed and urged me to be a stud and fuck her brains out.
It turned into the best two out of three falls, and I took both despite my lean and mean opponent's best efforts to make a comeback after I made her produce a string of orgasms in round one, thereby sapping her strength and making her an easy target in round two. However she did manage to fend off my only serious attempt at anal intercourse, leaving me slightly frustrated, but not so as she might notice. I did learn one thing this delightful afternoon, having Charlie available, even part time, had already started to spoil me rotten. We took turns using one of the many bathrooms in the place to clean up before rejoining the gang at the gangbang by the pool.
Round one was still underway, and Charlie appeared to be doing more than holding her own. The chaise had been reconfigured to force her lower body to be thrust upwards so that her ankles were parallel to her ears, but spread away from them considerably. A large blonde hunk of muscle was battering his way into my wife's puckered asshole using what looked to be a cock on steroids. Every time he pounded that monster into her, Charlie let out a half shriek-half whoop, as if she was on some kind of thrill ride. Most of the ladies were licking their lips and focused on the way that my wife's asshole was slowly swallowing that meat pole. I glanced at my watch and discovered that she'd been entertaining for the better part of an hour and a half.
A second stud, impatient to get at my wife, took a position above her and began to slip the meat into her mouth. Charlie made no attempt to resist, she was having such a good time taking that huge salami up her bunghole that the new dick was just some icing on the cake. I noticed that her nipples were stiff as steel and her clit had blossomed and come out from the protection of its hood. Although there wasn't room for a cock in her cunt because of the way her body was jackknifed, her outer and inner lips were both engorged with blood and crimson colored.
My wife was on the verge of an anal induced orgasm, something I'd not witnessed since we were married. When Charlie went off, her body lunged against the straps and she howled like a banshee, almost scaring the stiffness from the monster cock still probing the depths of her spasmodic colon. The ladies started to talk excitedly among themselves, amazed at the way my blonde bombshell of a wife handled the sensory overload she was experiencing. Most of the guys just grinned sheepishly and tried to melt into the crowd surrounding her. To me it looked like Charlie was having one hell of a time.
(To be continued-jethro jodhpur)
Neighborhood Nympho
Chapter 6
Round one finally came to a conclusion in more ways than one. Charlie looked no worse for wear, and based on what I knew about her appetites, she was just getting warmed up. The men now took a break to watch some football, lie about the amount of pussy they were getting these days, and do a recap of the first round with their roles prominently featured. On the other hand the ladies were making the best of things by seeing what they could do to slow Charlie down for round two.
For openers the ladies had formed a line at her head and she was happily gobbling as much gash as they could provide. Meanwhile south of that happy hunting ground there was more serious activity occurring. The ladies were working on her nether regions in pairs, one seeing to her well-worn juicy cunt, the other invading her tight rear portal. They expressed shock that after a little over two hours of fairly steady prodding and pounding, she was still tight as a new bride. Those going up the path less traveled were also stunned at the resistance it offered. That was Charlie, easy but tough at the same time.
The hostess of this meeting broke out her favorite dildo, a fifteen inch hunk of molded, hard rubber made for brute force ass fucking at its wildest. A number of other ladies took their leave long enough to retrieve their weapons from the car or wherever they stashed them when they weren't using them. A few husbands were quite shocked to discover that their mates needed something other than what they were packing. Be that as it may, these reinforcements did the job and soon Charlie's cunt and asshole were gaping wide and getting wider by the minute. Once the walls were breached it was a simple matter for the invading fists to widen the break in her defenses. Now it was a contest to see who could get to the promised land first. Both victors were women with small hands who followed right behind their more muscular compatriots and benefited from the energy and force they delivered to the objectives.
All the whooping and hollering finally got the attention of the football addicts and they came trotting out for the second half, if you don't mind the poor metaphor. I for one was left behind by design. Perhaps there was another lonely lovely looking for someone to scratch her itch. I wanted her to know that I was available and quite discrete. Alas, my plan failed to succeed, but not for lack of trying. There was my wife Charlie putting out her best efforts to satisfy the lusts of ten sex-crazed husbands. What were the odds that only ten percent of the wives in attendance were interested in payback for the insult they had to take in public?
However there were a number of potential opportunities on the horizon that could prove to be of far greater promise than these dreary get-to-gethers, which were already getting old. For example there was the Wednesday evening invitation from the Connor family to come and cavort with them. That would be a golden opportunity to exchange bodily fluids with the lovely and lethal at times Marilyn Connor. Near term that was the nearest thing to a winner I had. Then there were Teri and Traci, the twins who had just moved into the neighborhood. Now there was a pair to be cultivated with great care. The return on that investment had the potential to rival Charlie, if the truth must be known. Those fourteen year-old beauties looked flawless and they only were going to get better and better as they ripened in the sun that was yours truly. You talk about a flight of fancy, now that was going to be hard to top.
I heard voices raised in anger, so I went out to see what was going on. Charlie's first customers for round two were decidedly miffed to discover that she was as loose as a five dollar whore at a convention. There was some finger pointing at the wives and recriminations were being hurled back and forth as the battle of the sexes was joined. I stayed on the sidelines to keep the football metaphor alive and kicking. Finally one of the wives, a lean, mean fucking machine on the wrong side of thirty made a vicious suggestion that carried the day but put a strain on my darling nympho wife. The articulated chaise lounge was configured in such a way that two men could stand over my wife's gaping cunt and take turns or even go in together to give her a thrill that she might remember for more than just a few minutes of sawing away time.
For the next hour or so, pairs of men took turns seeing how much they could stretch Charlie's insides. The majority concentrated on seeing how distended they could make her pussy, but a few more adventurous souls took a crack at her gaping asshole with mixed results. This seemed to be a win-win proposition for all concerned. My nympho wife really loved the feeling of fullness, a rare experience for her. The men all had stories to tell about how they turned this oversexed nympho into a puddle of pussy juice with their mighty cocks. Finally the wives had a feeling of satisfaction that Charlie was getting some serious payback for being the loose tramp that she truly was. Loose that is with respect to morals, not the tightness of her perfectly elastic cunt, which could snap back into shape in less than an hour after looking like one could fly a blimp up it without touching the sides. I will admit that my wife put on a great show, wincing and walking with an exaggerated limp on the way to the car as the couples smirked at her discomfort.
That night after I checked her out and she was as tight and wet as normal, Charlie casually remarked that she might be a little late coming home tomorrow. That was the reason for the make-up sex she provided that evening. It seemed that the son of the boss was having a little party for a few close friends and she had been asked to act as hostess. By now I could understand Charlie's code words for various activities. "A little party" meant a gangbang. "Hostess" meant Charlie was the featured stuckee. "Close friends" meant anybody that was owed a favor or might be able to do a favor for Nelson in the near future. "A little late" meant don't wait up because I'll be getting my brains fucked out all night and the better part of the morning.
It was times like this I sincerely wondered why I had married this blonde ditz. I also had to give her credit for keeping me off balance at all times. If she'd told me this on last friday, I might have had time to set something up with the hot brunette that hauled my ashes previously. Now I had two chances at her, slim and none. it wasn't that Charlie was jealous, how could she be? Her entire world was centered on herself and getting as much sex and enjoyment out of it as was humanly possibly.
I was correct about the brunette with the big chest. Violet, that was her name, had a previous engagement that precluded our getting together at this time. However if I was to give her a day or two advance notice she could usually find a way for us to meet. I stewed over that and a number of other things that normally wouldn't bother me. By the time I got home to an empty place it was time for some serious drinking. I did have the good sense to rummage around in the frig for something to cushion my stomach from the shock it was going to get from the huge quantities of Jack Daniels I intended to pour down my throat during the evening. I was finishing off the last of the take out from saturday when there came a knocking at my door.
There was a couple standing outside, they looked to be in their late thirties or early forties. The woman, a brunette with a good figure that was emphasized by the shorts and halter she wore, introduced herself as Sally Tolliver. I could feel my blood pressure rising when I realized I was looking at the mother of Toni and Tina. Then I spotted the covered dish she offered me with a big smile; a peace offering. They had not come here to savage me as a child molester, which was the first paranoid thought that popped into my head. Her companion, a tall, bearded guy, perhaps a few years older than she, stuck out his hand and introduced himself as her husband, Andrew. It took me a few seconds to recover and then I asked them inside. Sally said they could only stay a few minutes since the girls and their son would be starving, having not eaten in hours. We all chuckled at that remark, but my reaction to "eating" was not what they might have expected, but then again absence makes the heart grow horny, and I knew I wasn't getting any from Charlie probably until tuesday at the earliest.
Sally inquired about Charlie and I told her the poor dear was working late at the office, which was my code for stating that my promiscuous helpmate was out catting around and who knows when she'd return, her cunt dripping cum all over the rug as she sauntered into the bathroom and took a shower before hopping into bed, giving me a peck on the cheek and sleeping the sleep of the innocent if you could call what she did innocent play. Then I got lucky, or so I thought. Andrew invited me to join the family for supper, promising only that it would be home cooked and filling. I felt like a drowning man who had just been tossed a rope. Sally insisted that I leave my dear wife a note telling her where I could be reached in the event she returned early. I had to stifle the laugh that bubbled up from my aching insides at that remark, but I managed to restrain myself. It turned out to be a very long evening and one filled with surprises, no shocks would be a better descriptor.
Their house was in perfect order, rather amazing when you consider they had just moved in from out of state on the weekend. Andrew suggested we have a drink and go out to the pool area to meet the rest of the family while Sally took care of preparing dinner. I had this vision of the twins in bikini bathing suits and I almost stopped dead in my tracks as the sensations washed over me. Minutes later I made my grand entrance and almost dropped my drink. The twins and their brother were cavorting like a trio of otters in the water, splashing each other and screaming at the tops of their lungs. That was nothing to match the sight of these two naked people seated by the pool intently watching the action. They looked to be in their middle to late fifties, both displaying perfectly tanned bodies that were almost free of flab and sag. What really got me was the erection the man was displaying, and the fact that his companion had her hand wrapped around it and was keeping it hard by gentle stroking.
Without so much as batting an eyelid, Andrew made the introductions. Carl Simpson grinned and struck out his hand to shake. Miriam Simpson smiled, nodded and continued to stroke his cock as he stared into the pool for a glimpse or two of naked flesh. These were Sally's parents, dedicated nudist free-thinkers, who had a great deal of impact on the way the children viewed the world. In fact they were proud to take credit for Sally's son, Michael, becoming a practicing nudist. I would learn more of their interesting and downright erotic life philosphy that they preached with a fervor based on over forty years as hard line, hard core nudists.
Shock number two came immediately following our introductions. There was a rush of water and rising from it came Michael Tolliver in all his nudity. Naked men do not do much for yours truly, but this one like Carl was sporting a raging hardon, no doubt the result of the game playing that had been taking place in the pool. Then it was the turn of the Tolliver twins and I almost lost it completely. Evidently they were merely transitional nudists, naked from the waist up. I knew I was getting wood, major wood, but I didn't or couldn't care. The twins pointed to my groin and tittered, driving me half insane. Michael swatted one of them on her delicious apple ass and gave her a glare. She stopped pointing and so did her sister. The Simpsons were collapsed with laughter at what had just taken place. Fortunately for me, Sally Tolliver saved the day by announcing dinner was about to be served and I was almost trampled by the rush of the three children into the kitchen.
(To be continued-jethro jodhpur )
Neighborhood Nympho - Chapter 7
Dinner was an unforgettable experience for many different reasons. First there was the matter of Miriam and Carl, naked as jaybirds, playing grab-ass under the table like two oversexed teenagers. Then there were Terri and Traci, both sporting a set of perfect cone-shaped tits capped with the pinkest nipples I'd seen yet. Seated between these two visions of teenaged lust sat their brother, Michael, equally naked as his grandparents and obviously enjoying the attention he was getting from his two sisters. Thank goodness for Andrew and Sally, at least I wasn't the only one overdressed at the table.
The food was wonderful! I'd forgotten what a home cooked meal tasted like ever since I ran into Charlie and was swept off my feet by her smile, that blonde hair, those awesome tits and her ability to have sex by the hour and still come back for more ten minutes after I cried "uncle". Despite the competition from the naked flesh being displayed and the delightful aroma and taste of this marvelous food, it was the conversation that took the cake.
You talk about revelations, this one was right up there with Charlie's confession that she was a hopeless nymphomaniac but still wanted us to get married. The first bombshell that was dropped was the casual mention by Miriam that the twins were adopted. Then Sally chimed in and added that they had been shuffled from one set of foster parents to another ever since they lost their parents at the age of twelve. The last couple had the twins removed from them by the authorities once it was known that the husband was regularly forcing the girls to have sex with him. In addition the jealous wife was taking out her frustrations over this matter by brutalizing the girls, who at the time were a little more than six months past their thirteenth birthdays. I was to learn later that she had done some very serious damage to their mental capacity and it was not known at present whether they would ever fully recover from the trauma.
It took my breath away to realize the significance of what they'd revealed. Then the next bombshell exploded and nearly drove me screaming from the Tolliver home. It seems that the twins had developed an intense liking for what the husband had been doing to and for them. To me it sounded like they were budding nymphomaniacs, on their way to joining my wife as neighborhood punchboards ready and willing to drop their drawers at the slightest hint that the man or woman in their presence was even remotely interested in cohabitating with one or both of them. I for one would have been first on that line. It was unbelievable to watch the girls fooling around with Michael and begin to understand that he was doing his bit to keep them sexually satisfied. Then I remembered a comment they had made about him going off to college. Immediately I knew that the Tolliver family was already auditioning for his replacement, and miracle of miracles I might be on the short list.
My eyes went around the table and it became apparent that every male member of this extended family was doing his part to make the twins happy. This was in truth a loving family in all respects. Based on the small smiles that crossed the faces of the distaff side of the family, it was also obvious that the ladies were four square behind their men in this matter. I almost became totally discombobulated by this admission to me, almost a perfect stranger. That also reminded me that upon first meeting Sally, I totally forgot the names of her adopted children, but came close enough for her to let my mistake slide. Toni and Tina indeed, you talk about being off-base. The more I thought of that, the more I realized that they knew much more about Charlie and I than they were letting on at this little meeting of the minds. It was Miriam, the outspoken matriarch of the family who let the cat out of the bag.
"We are looking for a very special man to handle our little ones in the absence of Michael. From all we have learned to date, you seem to have some very unique qualifications based on your marriage experience. None of us have ever known anyone like the girls. We are so very happy that they are with us, but we have no experience in dealing with their special needs, the same needs your dear wife has as well."
You could have heard a pin drop. Suddenly they were all business, even the twins. What's a fella to do? I said I'd have to talk things over with Charlie and based on that I'd give them an answer by the end of the week. Miriam thought I was doing the right thing, but there was a little more to this decision than just mine. The women of the family would have the final say in this matter. The only way to know truly how well I could cope with the twins was to demonstrate my ability to deal with them in the friendly field of strife known as the bedroom. Charlie was welcome to participate, but this was strictly my trial by fire, so to speak. The rest of the meal was excellent, although I was so engrossed in planning what to say to Charlie, that I hardly remember much of it, except when Terri and Traci swapped juicy kisses as they took turns passing a piece of fruit back and forth between their luscious mouths.
After dinner there was a liqueur and some conversation that did not address what had been broached at the dinner table. I found myself paying a great deal of attention to Miriam Simpson, sort of casing the joint in the argot of the criminal. The more I saw of the way she moved that firm naked body, the more interested I became in seeing what she could deliver in bed. I'd never boinked someone that old in my life, but I found myself eager for the opportunity. Carl took me aside and gave me the lowdown on his hot nudist wife.
" We've been doing the nasty as a couple for over forty years if you can believe Miriam is that old. She was a little under the legal age for the time, but that didn't bother us, we were in lust. Love came a few years later once we'd done it all twice and not just with each other as partners. You might call us the precursors to today's swingers and wife swappers who are out front with their life style and could care less about who knows about it. What made us so special was that we infiltrated the nudist movement and worked from within to change their rather rigid attitude towards sex and nudism."
" We kept a running count of our conquests. Our goal was to seduce at least two new people for every visit we made to the various camps and resorts that catered to nudists. After two years and eight countries, Miriam had over two hundred faithful male followers who couldn't get enough of that firm, curvy, naked body she offered to all who would listen to our view of the nudist world. I couldn't keep up with her because I spent too much energy doing Miriam rather than proselytizing to the interested women who were eager to put some adventure into their dull, clean-living lives that seemed to preclude sex as one of the contact sports for nudists. Finally we had enough followers to break off from the main organization and formally begin our splinter movement. We've been ostracized by some, but welcomed by others. Our life has been far from boring. Somehow we even managed to find time to have Sally. Would you believe that Miriam was still taking on all comers, so to speak, up to six weeks before she delivered her first and last."
" Let me tell you something young man, you may think Miriam is old and creaky, but wait until you find your dick so limp she can and will tie it into a knot to show you she's still got all the get-up and go she needs to take care of any stud who confronts her in the arena of sexual combat. Just remember what I said if you have the chance to enjoy all her experience and a pussy that 's still tight thanks to the recent vaginal rejuvenation I gave her for her last birthday when she turned fifty-eight."
More stuff to chew on, I thought to myself. I was getting eager to meet Miriam on her own territory. If I could survive Charlie when she was horny and still hiding her little secret from me, I could handle a woman twice Charlie's age and then some and survive her as well. That was the pep talk I gave myself upon getting back home and having it sink in that I was making a commitment fraught with danger from all sides. The fact that my dear tramp of a whore of a wife was nowhere to be found and it was nearly ten, made me irritated.
What was this all about? I knew what I was getting in for once I agreed to do my best to roll with the punches whenever my wife had one of her relapses. On second thought what then was normal? Was it possible that my wife's whoring around was normal, and anything else should be considered a relapse? When was I going to ever learn? I was tempted to call Marilyn Connor and see if she would agree to provide some pussy in advance, deducting it from what I was scheduled to receive at her little soiree. I thought better of that. I also knew there was no sense leaving my helpmate a note, she never read anything I wrote, always insisting that I call her at the office. The only problem with that was she was rarely there for obvious reasons. Life with Charlie could be a bitch at times, and this was one of those times.
With the assistance of a double bourbon I fell into bed and slept fitfully until the next morning when the alarm brought me back to reality and the discovery that my trampy slut of a faithless wife was probably still cavorting with her fans, having lost all track of time. I presumed that because she was doing Nelson a favor, all would be well if she didn't make it in on time today. I decided to try and call my wife at work just for the hell of it. I wonder what string of lies those answering her phone would give me today. You can imagine my shock when Charlie answered the phone early in the afternoon and acted for all the world as if nothing had happened.
I insisted that she come home straight away after work, and got a long pause before she mentioned that she had a few dates lined up of new friends at work who needed her particular services. Once those obligations were honored then she would return to our little love nest and discuss anything my little heart desired. I winced and for just a moment thought of reading her the riot act. Then I realized she would just wish me to have a good day, hang up and do exactly what she was going to do. Then and only then, unless she had a better offer, would she come home and make it all up to me. The make up part always got me horny, and this was no exception. I felt like one of those lab rats hitting the bar to get my fix, but what a fix it might be this time!
(To be continued-jethro jodhpur)
Neighborhood Nympho - Chapter 8
Waiting for my nympho wife to return from wherever she had pitched camp was a daunting task. There was very little of interest on the tube, so I fell prey to the arms of Morpheus. I awoke with the set still running. I knew it was late because there was an infomercial running that featured an overstuffed blonde touting the merits of some exercise machine guaranteed to tone and at the same time allow you to lose weight. It was a little before two in the AM and I was stiff from sitting in my chair. I listened for signs of life, but heard nothing to indicate that my darling wife had returned from her good will tour. After tottering to the bathroom to relieve my full bladder I was headed for bed when Charlie made an appearance.
She looked as if she'd been ridden hard and put away wet based on the state of her clothing. One of her nylons was hanging down around her ankle, and the top four buttons of that five-button dress were open, revealing quite a bit of my wife including the fact that she had stopped wearing a bra or had lost it in transition. I wondered which lucky guy now had a great souvenir to brag about for the next ten years or so. To top it off, she was more than a bit tipsy. Charlie never could hold her liquor, which may have marked the beginning of her descent into full-blown nymphomania.
What could I do but get my wasted wife into the shower once I had finished divesting her of the remaining clothing she had remembered to put back on. It turned out that panties was not an item on that list. I wondered who was stuffing those bikinis under his pillow tonight. Her pussy lips were crimson and twice normal size. I should know considering all the time I'd spent eating that juicy slot prior to crawling up her curvy body to sink my hard cock into her tight, warm harbor. Worse yet a steady stream of cum was oozing from between those blood-bloated bumpers guarding her cunt. From the looks of things quite a few donations had been made by a considerable number of folks to create such a reservoir of the white stuff. So, what else was new?
Charlie was almost comatose by the time I pushed her under the cascade of water flowing from the shower head. I could not resist copping a feel or two as I soaped her fabulous body, working diligently to get as much lather as possible rubbed deep into those fleshy lower and upper spheres that had a variety of hickies lovingly installed by her adoring fans. My wife began to respond to all this handling and I guess she thought she was still back with the guys, because she spun around and fed me a yard of tongue and began rubbing my hard cock up and down that soapy coin slot. Not one to waste any opportunty to enjoy the hot box of my nympho wife, I allowed her to join in a semi-drunken coupling that still was better than doing it with Marilyn Connor while we were both sober and wide awake.
It was kind of tricky to stay on my feet while at the same time keeping my cock inside my drunken wife's slick, sloppy, catcher's mitt of a cunt. Just as I made my donation to the cause, I remembered the old line of " Everyone into the pool.", a most appropriate statement considering how many guys previous to me tonight had spermed her good and proper. There were even more surpises in store for me once Charlie and I were in bed and she was reliving a few of her latest escapades in her drunken ramblings. They in turn called my attention to the rope marks on her wrists, and upon closer examination her ankles as well. Perhaps my dear wife wasn't all to blame for what happened this evening. As it turned out, she was a willing and most enthusiastic partner to all the nasty things that her fans dreamed up to try out on her. She began the revelations with a round of giggling and then a few exclamations.
"Don't you guys ever get enough?........Someone untie my legs if you guys want to do that to me!.....
Take it easy Nelson, my twat isn't made out of stainless steel you know......Ouch!...Damn that hurt, no more of that for you two.........From now on, one in the pussy and one in the caboose, everyone else waits his turn....... You want me to gargle with it?...For how long?....No way!......Oh baby you're hitting it just right, pour it on, show me what you have and don't stop until I come!.....Who's next, plenty of room in the rear......Damn that's one big piece of salami to fit up my poor tiny cunt.........God I love it, don't ever stop that! Keep me hot and coming......... Anyone for sloppy thirds or fourths,heh, heh, hee.....Last call at the the old cum dumpster.......Hey, someone untie me, I've got to get home to my hubby, it's important, he said so........No laughing, I'm a married lady."
At that point I decided that it was not very important to discuss anything with my dear wife tonight, or for that matter on any night. She was going to come and go, probably more coming than going, and I was going to do what I had to do to stay sane and get enough pussy to be happy despite my wife's flaws. I began to wonder what tomorrow night would bring at the Connor soiree, or was it now today? What did it matter? If I played my cards right, I'd get some tail, one way or another and Charlie would probably be the belle of the ball.
Charlie was still sleeping it off when I left for work, just as well I suppose. We were due at the Connor residence at seven and I hoped she would remember. Against my better judgment I tried calling her a couple of times during the day, but she was unavailable, another code word for servicing some deserving employee. I was beginning to feel sorry for myself, something I had resolved never to do and frequently did. So I began thinking positively. Charlie or no Charlie, there was a fair chance for some action tonight, that was good. Then looking past tonight, there were going to be opportunties galore if I played my cards right in my auditions with the female members of the Tolliver family, culminating in the opportunity to act as the sexual mentor of the twins on a long term basis.
Promptly at seven I presented myself at the door to the Connor residence and was admitted by the lady of the house who was not exactly thrilled to discover that I had no idea about the whereabouts of my nympho wife. My teeth began to chatter as the temperature dropped to near zero around us. Any prospects for strange pussy or even Marilyn's were evaporating rapidly, but suddenly I didn't care a rat's ass about this little soiree, and I guess it showed when she introduced me to the two couples that were also invited. Both appeared to be contemporaries of the Connors. One couple wore leather from head to foot, with even the woman looking down on me thanks to the boots she was wearing. The other invitees looked less threatening as far as their attire, but after a drink they loosened up and it became apparent that they too were, shall we say, on the dominant side of the ledger.
I couldn't help but notice the new sex swing that had been erected in the corner of the room. Obviously it had been planned to contain my dear wife for starters, and perhaps finishing as well. Both couples wasted little time interrogating me concerning Charlie's absence, and I pleaded ignorance but held out the possibility that she was working late at the office, probably a half truth, and would join us momentarily. One of the men made the observation that she'd probably be hungry when she arrived, and he had a big piece of salami that would take off the edge. No one laughed, not a good sign at all. Things continued to go downhill rapidly, and Marilyn was looking daggers at me. I began to develop my exit strategy, and was on the verge of executing it, when I was saved by the bell, in this case their doorbell.
In waltzed a disheveled Charlie, her lipstick smeared, but at least she had her clothing on. Immediately she was surrounded by everyone as Marilyn made the introductions, and her friends licked their chops over the prospects of getting their hands on all that top of the line meat plainly stamped USDA Choice. My tramp of a mate explained that someone had given her a lift home, but had to make a detour to see a sick friend and Charlie wound up aiding the person in his recovery. I winced since I knew Charliespeak quite well by now and could easily translate what my guileless wife said.
I guess the Connors had briefed my wife on what to expect, so she made no fuss at all when they suggested she get naked and see how she liked the sex swing that had been assembled for her use. I muttered to myself at being frozen out of the conversation, but had hopes that sooner or later I'd be able to pick off one of the women from the herd. I glanced over to see all of Charlie, including some fresh love bites on certain intimate portions of her anatomy. Evidently she had the good sense to clean up after "assisting the sick friend". Like many of my hopes that Charlie was showing some level of decorum, she proved me wrong this time as well. On cue a dollop of fresh semen popped into view and made its way down the inside of one of her delectable thighs, getting the undivided attention of her audience. That was the signal for the orgy to begin, with yours truly as an observer.
The three couples worked like a smooth, well-oiled machine. Out came the cameras, the bright lights, all the cables that connected the equipment that was necessary to not only tape this session, but also broadcast it in real time all around the world for the enjoyment of those private network subscribers now being brought on line. Once everyone was satisfied that the picture transmission was up to snuff and the tape decks were operating properly the session began.
One of the men, the one with the big salami, I presumed, was quickly buried to the hilt in Charie's swampy snatch. The other man had gotten behind my wife and was using the strategically located velcro pads to restrain her in a position that made both of her lower orifices available for penetration. The women, not to be outdone, were engaged in putting on their strapons. The leather lady had a great set of tits on a plump body that a few years ago must have stopped traffic. The other woman was lean and turned out to be mean as well. Her body was sleek as a seal and well toned despite her years. The dildos jutting from their groins were at least a foot long and huge. I could imagine Charlie's eyes crossing once these monsters started stretching her twat. The guy with the big cock let out a bellow and pumped his first offering of the evening into my sex-crazed wife, who let out a piercing scream of her own as he painted her insides white.
For a moment I thought I was going to get lucky early when Marilyn approached me with a small smile, took my hand and led me from the room to a small out of the way space in which sat a television and a chair. She switched on the tube and I was confronted by the sight of a well built brunette, stark naked and strapped into what looked like the sex swing that currently was holding my wife a prisoner of sorts. I recognized Marilyn, working a big dildo into the brunette's asshole while she in turn tried her best to inhale Mr. Connor's giant cock. The time stamp on the tape indicated that this event had taken place only some six weeks ago, prior to when Charlie and I moved into the neighborhood.
Marilyn squeezed my hand and left me to enjoy the tape, explaining that Charlie wouldn't be going anywhere for at least another hour or two. She also told me there was a bottle of my favorite anesthetic, some ice and glasses in the small cabinet located by the television. I laughed to myself that she was trying to get me drunk so she could take advantage of me, fully realizing she was hoping that I'd pass out and leave Charlie to their tender mercies for the rest of the evening.
Having been banished by the adults, who now had the field all to themselves when it came to my ditzy wife, I decided to act sociably for a time and watch the tape while I had a drink. Wild Turkey was an adequate replacement for what I usually imbibed, so I poured a slug and watched the action. That brunette was really being put through her paces by the gang working on her. I didn't recognize anyone beside the Connors among the four couples involved. There never seemed to be less than two cocks entering her body, and sometimes by reconfiguring the sling they managed to have three participants stuffing her with real and faux dicks.
It took me some time to figure out the brief periods of darkness in the tape were rather lengthy portions that were edited from it for one reason or another. What helped me come to this conclusion was the wall clock that appeared in most of the material that was played. Whoever was taping this activity was no amateur. There were zoom-ins, close-ups that meant something, and good cutaways as well. I realized that the brunette had been in the swing for the better part of two hours and it looked as if they were only getting started on her. I'd just watched her catch a faceful of spurting cum from one of the guys, followed by a close-up of her swollen cunt lips drooling a steady stream of semen.
Now the zoom-ins also started showing the fresh bruises on her heavy tits as well as the way her nipples were now puffy and sore-looking from rough handling. Naturally I automatically substituted Charlie for the brunette and didn't like the conclusion it yielded. I took another sip of my drink and resolved to check on progress in another ten minutes or so, just to make sure my nympho wife hadn't bitten off more than she could chew. Five minutes later I got my wake-up call. The close-up I was watching concentrated on the trickle of blood that was beginning to drip from the distended asshole of the brunette after the latest anal assault. There was no way that was happening at this little get-together as long as I was alive and licking. Motivated by what I had just witnessed, I headed for the playroom to see what was going on there.
(To be continued-jethro jodhpur)
Neighborhood Nympho - Chapter 9
I could not believe my eyes! The first thing that caught my attention was the pump operated penis gag stuffed into Charlie's mouth and in the process of being blown up to whatever she could take depending upon the ability of her facial muscles to expand. Right now her cheeks were bulging like she was a chipmunk with a month's worth of acorns stored in her jowls. My nympho wife's face had turned beet red as she struggled against the pressure from the gag narrowing her air passageway. Then I noticed that her butthole was also being distended with another type of vacuum operated plug that was so large that a portion of her rectum was being pushed outward, wrapping itself into a shape that looked very much like a doughnut.
My hostess rushed towards me with a half frown of dismay, her hands fluttering almost as if she was trying to shoo me away. This was one cuckold who was not being dismissed so easily. The other couples suddenly became aware of my presence and they turned in my direction, their faces showing irritation and anger more than fear at my appearance. It was then I heard the deep voice of Mark Connor, warning me to not get in the way of progress.
"Now hold on there cowboy! Things aren't what they look to be. Just stand back and let us give your wife the biggest, baddest orgasm she ever had in her young life. Now we're not talking about a little flooding and maybe a scream or two, we're talking about a tidal wave that will bend Charlie's brain and body like never before. What you see right now is step one in the making of the greatest orgasm she'll ever have. If you get impressed by this one, just wait until we get her primed for step two. That one will be like Everest blowing its top, something one can only imagine, but it's the best example I can come up with for a step two orgasm. Then there is the chemically aided step three, the ultimate big O, as in orgasm. This could be hazardous to Charlie's mental health, but it's worth the risk; take it from me."
I had to admit that Mark's words were of great interest to me. Who knows, perhaps the orgasm to end all orgasms might be just the ticket to cure my wife of her nymphomania. So I backed off and let the folks have their day in court. I was almost instantly rewarded as Marilyn sidled up to me and said that my display of maturity had elevated me substantially in her eyes, hinting with a batting of her eyelashes that I might expect a reward from her in the not too distant future. It worked for me. However the fact that my wife was turning blue and the doughtnut shaped portion of her rectum was increasing by leaps and bounds did disconcert me just a wee bit.
The leather woman took center stage and worked a thin, angled, plastic rod into Charle's cunt and searched around in that ultra-tight space until she found what she was looking for; my guess was that infamous G-spot, which I was never able to locate on my trampy whore of a wife. She nodded to the group and that was the signal for the lean, mean one to join her. Her contribution was one of those high speed pocket rockets with the multiple heads, guaranteed to get any woman, except those recently expired, off in one big hurry. She made eye-contact with her partner and they set to work stimulating my wife. At first all you could hear was the high pitched whining of the vibrator. Without warning Charlie went stiff as a board and tried to levitate her body from the confining straps and other restraints holding her fast to the swing. Her baby blues bulged from their sockets and her lips started to tremble as they turned an ugly shade of magenta. Then all hell broke loose.
About a quarter of the Velcro holding her down was overstressed to the point of failure. You could hear the eerie sound of the material separating as by magic. Charlie's midsection began to twitch and shake seconds before a rush of what could only be described as pussy cream or sludge exploded from the narrow confines of her overstuffed cunt. Both ladies were thrown back from the thrashing body of my blonde bombshell and their toys propelled at some extraordinary velocity across the room, smashing against the wall. Then came the keening wail, but not from her mouth, which was still unable to overcome the penis gag, but through her flaring nostrils. It was as if a demented bagpiper was testing his instrument for volume and scales.
The audience was transfixed by the display of power exhibited by my wife. Then as suddenly as it began, it ceased, leaving Charlie pale as a sheet, her impressive chest barely drawing air into her lungs. It was Marilyn Connor who stepped up and saved my wife from serious physical and mental damage. She quickly deflated the penis gag and that brutal bung that had forced my wife's rectum to nearly rupture. It dawned on me that I hadn't taken a breath since the orgasm, or whatever it was, took over Charlie's body.
By popular demand there was a brief intermission so everyone could regain their composure. I was surprised to see Charlie being taken down from the swing and massaged by the leather woman and her husband to restore her circulation. My nympho wife had still not full recovered from that first shattering orgasm, and I wondered if she could survive all the other trips they had planned for her on the way to the ultimate O. Ten minutes later Marilyn announced that the next scene in this session would be taking place in the upstairs playroom. There was no way that they were going to freeze me out of witnessing what was to go on upstairs, short of offering me some pussy, which was not forthcoming.
The playroom had already been set up for broadcasting. The amount of money necessary to provide the professional grade hookups I'd seen at the Connor home indicated they were more than just amateurs when it came to this type of activity. It also explained why the Connors didn't appear to have any visible means of support, it was all here in their house. A weird thought passed through my fevered imagination. What would these two offer me if I was to arrange for them to have the opportunity to film and even participate in a scene featuring the Tolliver twins, yours truly and perhaps even my wife the neighborhood nympho? Then I quickly dismissed it as my wet dream of the month. There was no way that Sally and Andrew Tolliver were going to buy in on that one, so I thought.
They wasted no time getting Charlie ready for this portion of the session. My wife had begun to really get into bondage in a big way, which often made me nervous for a variety of reasons. Each of the four invitees took one of my wife's limbs and began immobilizing it in a very novel way. First the limb would be bent at the joint, knee or elbow, and then wrapped tightly with adhesive tape until the limb was totally covered. Additional layers of a different type of fiber tape were wrapped at the ends to provide a purchase for the handling hooks that were screwed into them. Mark explained this bondage techique as partial mummification, a rather far-out application to keep the victim from interfering with the various treatments that would follow. In Charlie's case it didn't take a genius to figure out what type of treatments she was going to receive. To complete the bondage, they wrapped adhesive around Charlies's head, being careful not to get it stuck in her long tresses. A ring gag, placed in her mouth and opened to its limit, provided access for those interested in oral sex or tormenting her mouth, teeth or tongue.
It was definitely a kinky scene that followed. Charlie's "amputated" legs and arms were pulled into positions that allowed her assailants easy access to her cunt, asshole and mouth. They took full advantage of this situation. I decided to go downstairs and have aother drink once cocks were buried deep and sawing away into all three of her available holes. The ladies were waiting patiently to take their turns once the men got done pumping my wife full of their sperm for at least the second time this evening. I couldn't help but notice that the leather man had already popped a little blue pill before starting in on my whorish wife. The cameras whirred and clicked, while the transmitters hummed as the action was transmitted around the world. My wife was in the process of becoming a very big star in a very small market for adult entertainment. I wondered if any of her fans at work were by chance hooked into this feed. Now that would have taken the cake for sure. Little did I know that the son of the boss, Nelson, and his two roomies were seated on the couch at their place slavering over what they were witnessing.
Downstairs in my little out of the way alcove, I had another drink and watched as the brunette's asshole grew wider and bled more profusely as the never ending attack on her gaping, brown eye with real and plastic or rubber cocks continued almost nonstop. Every so often the camera would focus on her blank face and unblinking eyes. I wondered if she had been drugged for his scene. The more I looked at her the more it became apparent that this was a teenager, maybe sixteen or so, with a good chest, but other indications that she was kind of young for such activities.
Now I became more than a bit uncomfortable watching this youngster being ruined by a pack of adults for their enjoyment, not to mention those who were catching it on the network.. She sure didn't look as if this was one of the highlights of her young life. My mind began to wander, imagining this was Terri or Traci Tolliver and I was one of the adults nailing her tight asshole and enjoying the way she shook and shivered from the never ending pain that radiated from her ruined asshole. I didn't enjoy the fantasy, at all! Then I realized that Charlie, my new bride and hopeless sex maniac, was only a few years older than this poor unfortunate, and she was upstairs all alone and at the mercy of this crew of sadists. That did it! From now on I was going to be watching, and if there was anything I didn't like I was going to holler and holler loud!
I made my second entrance just in time to witness the grand finale of this part of the session. Charlie was suspended above the big bed by her long blonde hair that was knotted around a hook that came down from the ceiling. Lying beneath her was Marilyn, with her monster dildo buried to the hilt in Charlie's asshole. Kneeling in front of my dangling darling was the leather woman and her dildo was sawing away inside my dear wife's cunt. Standing in a straddle position over the leather lady was the lean, mean woman and her dildo was plugging my wife's gullet, as evidenced by the bluish cast to her face. Dribbling from both her lower holes were donations that had been obviously made by the men still standing around and making obscene comments for the worldwide audience. A red light blinked on, signaling the end of this segment and everyone disengaged, leaving Charlie spinning freely from her golden locks, her big tits heaving as her lungs sucked in huge gulps of air. Mark announced another break before the final two segments that would be aired from the downstairs studio once more. It was already well past eleven, and my estimate was maybe two in the morning before the festivities were all over.
Against my better judgment I had another quick nip of the bourbon on my way to the downstairs playroom and studio. By now all three women were looking rather attractive to yours truly, despite the proximity of my gorgeous wife, who like them was stark naked. The red light went on and the next portion of the session was live from the good old US of A. Charlie was tied into the sex swing in a rather simple position, her legs pulled wide to expose her crimson-lipped cunt still leaking the residual cum that remained deep within her well lubricated fuck tunnel as most of the folks were now referring to her cunt. Her ass cheeks were neatly framed by a set of straps that held it firmly so it had very little freedom for motion. Charlie's arms were pulled straight up over her head and anchored to the swing using Velcro. Unlike her previous sessions, in this one her mouth was free of any type of gag. I would discover the reason for this in due time.
I knew something bad was getting ready to happen when the men donned condoms, double-walled no less, according to Marilyn. I watched, bleary-eyed as our hostess approached Charlie from the rear and opened a tube of some kind of ointment. For this activity she was protecting her hands with latex gloves. Charlie had no idea what was happening, she couldn't turn her head far enough to look behind her where most the activity was taking place. Even if she could see the line up and the preparations clearly, it still might not have registered as to precisely what was about to take place.
To me what they were planning wouldn't do much to inducing any type of orgasm, let alone one that was to be spectacular. It looked as if they were going to gangbang her anally, and to make matters worse some kind of irritant was going to be added to make it much more painful than normal,. Now I knew that Charlie was getting hung up on bondage, and she loved it in the ass, but as far as I knew, she was definitely not into pain, thank goodness. Since yours truly was just a bystander at this soiree the best approach would be to shut my mouth and see what transpired, which is exactly what I did.
Approximately ninety minutes later my wife, the neighborhood nympho, had a mind-blowing orgasm that nearly took the top of her head off. It was a miracle, a triumph of aversion therapy and another example of why I was not ever going to be playing in the big leagues of sex. Now that I've given away the punch line, so to speak, lets go back and do an instant replay so the brilliance of what they did can be shown.
(To be continued-jethro jodhpur)
Neighborhood Nympho - Chapter 10
As I said previously, a line of men had formed at Charlie's rear entrance wearing thick walled condoms. Marilyn our dedicated hostess was carefully working a dollop of some type of irritant into my wife's gaping asshole. I expected the leather man, who was at the head of the line, would waste no time plunging his hard cock into my nympho wife's inviting asshole. I was wrong, was I ever wrong.
Instead he calmly watched Marilyn finish and step back to see how my wife responded to this intrusion. It only took maybe half a minute before Charlie's baby blues went large and her pink tongue pushed out from between her bee-stung lips, a nervous habit she has that I had finally come to understand. I noticed that the leather lady was now kneeling so she could begin using her talented tongue to get my nympho wife all hot and bothered, perhaps so hot and bothered that she would be able to tolerate the discomfort of the irritant being worked deeper and deeper into her colon by the trio of stiff cocks waiting to nail her butt but good!
There was nothing for me to do but stand back and watch what developed. The leather man decided it was time for his dive into Charlie's unblinking brown eye, and he lunged forward and neatly skewered her asshole, about half of his thick cock disappearing between my wife's perfectly formed ass cheeks. She hardly reacted to his entry at first, but as he started moving in and out , picking up speed with every cycle, her face took on a worried look. The leather lady also began to respond to her victim's growing concern that there was trouble brewing deep within her colon. It turned into a battle between the spouses, her husband really pouring the coal to Charlie while his wife did her best to douse the flames that were springing up inside her lower intestine.
Suddenly the leather lady stuck her hand into the air, which turned out to be the signal for the lean and mean woman to replace her at the mouth of my wife's drooling cunt. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Marilyn Connor swishing something around inside her mouth. I figured that she was already getting ready to spell the lean and mean woman when her tongue and lips tired. Up until now I could not make any connection between the men nailing my wife's asshole and their spouses eating Charlie's pussy.
Marilyn was on duty when leather man finally pulled out wth a nasty popping sound from Charlie's distended butthole, ripped off the condom and squirted a fairly man-sized load onto her lower back and those sweet cheeks as well. His wife did the honors, licking up his hot cum in one big hurry before swishing it around in her mouth, swallowing it and then smacking her lips. Hubby cemented the deal by giving her a wet kiss and letting her cum flecked tongue worm its way inside his mouth.
Mark Connor was next on line and wasted no time attacking my wife's well stretched asshole with might and main. He got some good grunts from her as he pounded away inside her overheated hole. Meanwhile the ladies were rotating smoothly to keep pace with the demands that were required to keep Charlie's mind away from focusing exclusively on the pain that was radiating from her butthole. It looked as if they needed a traffic cop to keep everyone where they should be. Lean and mean was sucking Charlie's clit like there was no tomorrow, leather lady was standing and french-kissing my nympho wife with plenty of enthusiasm, while Marilyn and her husband, who was still excavating deep inside my wife's colon, looked like a pair of newly weds enjoying the first night of their honeymoon, as they swapped passionate kisses. The only member of this orgy who was not getting any loving was yours truly, the cuckold!
Charlie was beginning to shift around, a sure sign that the irritant was making some serious inroads into her consciousness. This was not lost on Marilyn who took over keeping my nympho wife's twat entertained with everything she had. That woman really knew how to eat pussy; no wonder Charlie was spending so much time over at their place. Her husband Mark was an experienced cocksman with major league equipment and she complimented his talents with her superb tongue and intimate knowledge of all the sweet spots that a hot-boxed nymphomaniac like my wife possessed. No wonder Charlie didn't want sex with yours truly upon her return from a session with those two experts.
The two nameless ladies had established beachheads on Charlie's fabulous tits. Their combined assault along with the action she was getting from Marilyn's fast tongue appeared to take her mind off what was happening in her asshole. Mark was still plowing away inside her, but the sound that his sheathed cock made as it moved in and out of that unblinking brown eye had changed considerably. I attributed this to the fact that my wife's asshole was giving up some of its tightness. One of these days someone was going to find out just how elastic her asshole truly was, and then probably be the first one to actually blow it out. With my luck I'd be on the hook for her medical expenses.
The sounds that the two vampire bats were making as they nibbled away on Charlie's stiff-nippled tits soon equaled that generated by Marilyn's husband. I glanced over at him just as this strange expression came over his face, one that I recognized as the "oh damn, I'm gonna cum!" look. Unlike the first cocksman, Mark yanked his dick free and holding it in a death grip to prevent his cum from exploding from his twitching member, ran around the swing hollering at his wife to get out of the way. Marilyn moved quickly aside and he took over her space, ripped off the condom and blasted a load of hot cum onto my wife's heaving belly and glistening vulva. I hoped one of the cameras got a good view of his eruption and what followed.
What followed can only be described as a feeding frenzy, with Charlie being fed Mark's fresh hot cum by the three ladies. Marilyn caught on quickly and was the first to scoop up a dollop of her husband's cum and hold it to my wife's lips. Charlie's tongue flicked out like a frog catching a fly. I swear it curled around Marilyn's finger taking every trace when it withdrew. The other two got into the act in a big hurry, egged on by the trio of husbands who were delighted at the intermission performance their spouses were putting on for their enjoyment.
The lean and mean lady teased my nympho wife by holding her offering just out of Charlie's reach, making her beg for it. Then she quickly poked it into her mouth and pulled her finger free leaving most of the cum with Charlie, but reserving a few drops for another round of teasing. She made a pucker with her lips and my blonde bombshell caught on immediately, pursing her lips and making kissing sounds. For her reward the lean and mean lady rubbed those bee-stung lips with the remainder of her initial offering.
The leather lady was down right nasty. First she rubbed Charlie's lips with part of the cum she had scooped off her heaving belly, then ordered her to open wide. My guileless wife did as ordered and got an unpleasant surprise as the leather lady's cum-coated finger shot into her mouth and halfway down her throat, making my sometimes bedmate gag, and accidently swallow the cum without getting to play with it. The trio of ladies made whining, kissing and sucking noises as they teased Charlie about what had just occurred.
From there on things went downhill as the teasing became more malicious. The ladies vied with each other in daubing Charlie's face with streaks of cum, just out of reach of her long tongue. They "brushed" her teeth with Mark's offering and made her hold her mouth wide the entire time as they also rubbed some on her gums and even her tongue. Fingers laden with cum were stuck up her nostrils to leave deposits that dribbled from her nose for many minutes afterwards. They drizzled cum onto her hard nipples, licked them clean and spit the cum plus healthy additions of their saliva into my sex-crazed wife's mouth and made her swish the mess around for long periods while they gloated over her humiliation. Finally the lean and mean lady's mate ordered the trio to clear the decks so he could finish torpedoing Charlie's thoroughly dilated asshole.
Marilyn insisted on smearing his condom with a fresh coating of the magic ingredient that was slowly working its way deeper and deeper into the super sensitive flesh of Charlie's lower intestines. By now I was despairing of ever getting another chance to work on Charlie's back road, based on what I'd been seeing and hearing. How in the name of anything holy or otherwise, could what this trio of couples be doing to my nympho wife create a situation that would lead to the mother of all orgasms for her? At this juncture all I was hoping for was a wife who was capable of spreading her legs on occasion without having flashbacks of this scene being played out in the Connor home, or was it torture chamber.
I moved into a position that allowed me to watch his cock boring out my wife's bunghole and at the same time keep an eye on what was happening between my wife's thighs and other action zones. He really put the wood to Charlie from the onset, his prick pounding away like a piston. My wife grunted and then began bawling like a baby from the fire that was burning out of control in her bowels. Marilyn poured more kerosene onto the blaze by nibbling on her guest victim's clit which she exposed with a practiced single hand move, reserving her other hand for stuffing Charlie's cunt with four finges, while her thumb strummed the rapidly growing clit that was already responding to her teeth.
Her two companions were really going to town on my wife's tits, mauling those beauties and tweaking her hard nipples that by now could probably have cut glass. From the look on my blonde bombshell's contorted face, she was on the verge of the anti-orgasm. This bundle of sex energy was definitely not in a comfortable place at this point in time. Her assailant roared and cursed as his hard dick plunged in and out of her seared asshole. To her it must have felt as if that poor butthole was fully engulfed in the fires of hell. I wondered how the world-wide audience was reacting to this scene from some kind of a sadomasochistic get-together. It appeared to this neophyte in such matters as if Charlie had met her match at last, driven to the edge and ready to be plunged into the fires that burned below.
Just as I thought that nothing good could come from what I 'd seen, things took a dramatic turn. Lean and mean's husband suddenly pulled his big cock from my wife's nearly blown-out asshole and stripped off the condom to reveal his twitching member, still unfulfilled, but on the verge. Marilyn circled the swing and approached Charlie's gaping asshole with a tube that looked like what she had been using to inject that irritant into my mate's anal passageway. However the reaction from Charlie when Marilyn finished emptying whatever it was into my wife's anus was one of delight and relief. I heaved a sigh of relief myself, but what I had seen was only the beginning of a very involved set of activities that unfolded rapidly and involved everyone in some capacity.
While Marilyn was working on Charlie's backside, her husband was attaching some type of diaphragm-like device to my wife's cunt mouth. The leather lady was busily attaching the tubing that ran from the transparent membrane to a small vacuum pump. Lean and mean was making sure that her husband remained ready for the big finish by applying her mouth to his cock and giving it just enough suction to keep him on the verge. The leather man was attaching a pair of transparent cups over my favorite blonde's tits, and Marilyn had now become his assistant as she hooked the tubing from the cups to still another small pump. I wondered how long it took someone to develop this involved choreography, and what it all meant.
Things became even stranger once the two pumps were turned on and had a brief period to warm up to the task. Charlie's tits began to grow rapidly to the point that they nearly filled the cups that contained them. Weird as that seemed, it was nothing compared to what was going on down below at my dear wife's cunt. Her cunt lips had doubled in size and had changed to a blood red color. Her normally fat clit was now the size of a golf ball and still growing. What was even wilder was the look that had come over my wife's face; it was one of bliss. That was when it dawned on me that Charlie was getting ready for her orgasm, but a few more steps remained to be taken.
The pump working on her cunt was turned off for a few moments so that the diaphragm could be replaced by a small tube that was designed to fit over her enlarged clit. The pump was turned on again and all hell broke loose. Simultaneously the third cocksman, ripe, randy and ready was turned loose on Charlie by his wife. His thick cock plunged deep between her blood-engorged cunt lips and didn't stop until it bottomed out against her cervix. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Marilyn advancing towards her house guest holding what looked like an oxygen mask attached to a small cannister. She cradled Charlie's head and forced it forward into the mask. Her index finger tapped against a button and within seconds my blonde bombshell started snorting and wheezing as whatever it was began entering her lungs.
Charlie's eyes got bigger and bigger as whatever was being fed into her lungs and bloodstream took full effect. Her entire body began to shake gently at first, almost imperceptibly. Husband number three continued his assault on her tight pussy, pounding his hard cock against her yielding flesh and enjoying the clasping of her cunt walls around his torpedo. The other two wives now completed the scene by turning off the pump to her tits and replacing the cups with their open mouths that locked around the nipple area like two giant leeches. Charlie was now primed and ready for the mother of all orgasms as far as she was concerned.
Her clit was so large and full of blood that its signal to the rest of her body was overwhelming. The suctioning mouths on her enlarged tits sent shivers rocketing through those sensitive bags of fatty flesh. The constant and growing amount of friction on her cunt walls from the intense battering they were absorbing only added to the wave of sensations that was preparing to crest in the form of a giant tsunami. However the thing that brought it all together in the most potent combination imaginable was the contents of the cannister. It consisted of one gas derived from a form of methamphetamines which upon entering the bloodstream produces a rapid feeling of euphoria plus a second gas component aimed at greatly enhancing the subject's affinity for sexual stimulation of any type. It was the sexual equivalent to an explosion of an atomic bomb.
No one knows exactly what might have happened if Charlie wasn't securely restrained in the sex swing, but regardless, it still was an awesome sight to her see her muscles tense and flex against her bonds and watch her tendons become competely defined even though they were still shrouded in skin. The noises that came from her lips were unlike anything I'd ever heard or wanted to ever hear again. Her skin turned a bright shade of lobster red, the result of chemical changes that quickly reverted once the main orgasm ran its brief course. These folks were obviously veterans of a number of these extraordinary events, but for this observer, it was something that would remain indelibly etched in my memory no matter how long I lived.
Naturally Charlie was the center of attraction before, during and afterward. However once the cameras shut off signaling that the transmission was ended, most of the folks began to gather up their clothing and whatever toys and tools they had brought along, in preparation for their departure. The leather couple had rented a suite close by and offered to take Charlie back with them to have some more fun with her if she so desired. I wasn't sure that my nympho wife knew her name, let alone wanted to go anywhere with anyone, but rather than be proven incorrect, I barged into the conversation and lied that she had to be back to work in less than eight hours. I got that knowing look from the couple, and a smirk from the wife who knew me for the cuckold I was becoming. Nonetheless I managed to get Charlie covered with a coat lent to us by Marilyn, along with a smile and an admonishment not to be strangers, as if that could be a possiblility considering our proximity to their place and Charlie's hunger for the sexy tricks they were teaching her.
After putting an exhausted Charlie to bed I was too wired by what I had just experienced to join her. So I reviewed in my mind all that had occurred and tried to figure out just what made that orgasm so immense and mind-blowing. It took some time, but at last it dawned on me. Without the pain, Charlie could never have endured the build-up of pleasure that caused her orgasm to be so intense. The pain acted like a stimulus for her reserves to come into play, but due to the pain, they were effectively neutralized by the negative feedback. However once the pain was removed there was a narrow window when the reserves were still activated and added to whatever other pleasure was available. That explained why there was such movement and involvement by so many people. They were required because there was only a very small period of time for the super orgasm to develop and come to fruition. I wonder what their batting average is for one of these events; not too high is my guess. Let's face it, there aren't too many Charlies running loose in this pedestrian world of ours.
(To be continued-jethro jodhpur)
Neighborhood Nympho - Chapter 11
Getting Charlie back to our place proved to be a daunting task, even though it was only a matter of around the block. I had never seen my trampy wife this worn out after any of the events in which we had been participants. Let me correct myself; I mean she was a participant, I was usually nothing but a spectator or busy trying to get some strange pussy to wile away the time as she took on half the neighborhood in which we found ourselves staying. I often gave thanks that we weren't near any type of military establishment. Our marriage could never have survived that type of temptation for my nympho wife.
Somehow or another we managed to get inside our "love nest", where she promptly collapsed to the floor, totally exhausted from our lengthy trek across the one block long trail of concrete. I had to half-carry, half-drag her wasted body to the bathroom where I hoped to get her to take a hot shower and get cleaned up enough internally to not stink up the bedroom or stain the sheets too much from all the cum dripping from her raw, distended cunt and asshole.
I was almost there; all she had on was a pair of soaking wet bikinis that smelled like the hold of a fishing trawler, when she upchucked. This was not a ladylike elimination of something unsettling to her delicate stomach, this was a man-sized volley of half digested chunks of food that she sprayed all over the floor, sink and toilet, a trifecta in my book. At that moment I thought of just pushing her into the shower stall and turning the water on to full hot and let her figure out what to do next. In other words, I was royally pissed!
It was nearly four in the morning before I got Charlie into bed, alone. I did the smart thing and bunked in the living room, needing to get the two or three hours of sleep time left before it was necessary to get ready to run the maze for another day. My plan was to try to wake my sleeping beauty of a wife just before leaving, and if unsuccessful call in to her company and let them know she wouldn't be in until the afternoon due to an upset stomach. That was only a partial lie considering the mess she left before I finally got her cleaned up enough so she could go to bed. The things I did for that woman should have been worth much more pussy than she was delivering these days, and I knew it. That made it easy to decide to take up the offer my new friends, the Tollivers, had made.
Already I'd begun to morph into a pussy,or even worse a wimp, because I found myself giving Charlie just one more chance before I pulled the trigger, so to speak. If she wasn't home by supper time, as if she ever made supper or any other meal for that matter, I would call Miriam Simpson and make arrangements for my audition. If Charlie didn't like it, she could accompany me and perhaps take on the entire male population in the household, three generations of hard cocks, while I was exchanging bodily fluids with a fifty-eight year old woman just to spite her. When put into that kind of perspective, it was obvious I was only a step or two away from becoming a pussy-whipped wimp, a fate worse than death.
Things at work went none too well that day. My immediate supervisor, a woman I might add, chewed out my ass but good. I felt like a small boy in the presence of his school teacher who was about to take down his pants in front of the whole class and tan his bare butt to a nice uniform shade of crimson with her trusty ruler, while he bent over and bawled like the sissy he was. Perhaps that might partially explain the woody I developed while she read me the riot act and at the same time provided me a good look down the front of her blouse. That gray-haired old bag had one nice set of tits; not as good as my wife's but so what! I had a better chance with this middle-aged ball breaker than my nineteen year old sex machine on legs. When she finished reading me the riot act she gave me a quick grin and boldly stared at the tent that had been raised in my pants. What she said next floored me.
"I wish that was all it took to get that old goat of a husband of mine to want to fool around with me. It's been months and I sure need some male companionship or I'll go crazy and rape one of you studs!"
I backed out of the office holding my hands over the offending buge that somehow she had caused. I now knew I was in deep yogurt and in need of some female companionship in the worse way. Perhaps Violet might be willing to take my case on very short notice, but then again, not likely based on what I heard about her from the rumor mill. It seems that Violet had gone over to the dark side as some wag put it, in describing that she was now in an extremely serious lesbian relationship with a very young, superbly built, blue-eyed blonde that she had recently met at an orgy. The girl was married to some loser and his days were numbered according to my source. Gee I thought, it sounds like me and Charlie, how depressing; Violet is getting more and better pussy than me, how bad can things get. I was to soon find out.
Twice that afternoon I called Charlie's place of business, at least the one that contributed part of her social security, only to be told she was "tied up" or "in conference", code words I only knew too well. I wondered when someone would finally announce to me that my wife was "all tied up and in conference". That would be the one that broke this camel's back. Had I known what was going on in the company conference room while I was trying to find my wayward wife, I would have had kittens.
My tramp of a whore of a wife was actually in the main conference room being "interviewed" for a newly created position that was the brain child of the boss' son, Nelson. Half a dozen of the top executives of the corporation were involved in this very important meeting. Four of them had flown in just for this event, a two day affair that would keep my trampy wife "tied-up" for the entire time. Of interest, one of the six was a woman, Annabelle Larkin, tall, dark and gorgeous, the company's head of HR, human relations for those of you not in tune with modern corporate-speak. The lady in question was between husbands, number three having just left the building with Elvis to find himself.
The "position" for which Charlie was being interviewed would fall under either HR or Marketing, and both heads were vying for what was now described informally as "pubic" relations. Once a selection was made, a new, innocuous title created by the corporate deep thinkers would be trumpeted to the far-flung reaches of the organization heralding the creation of perhaps the Employee Morale or Public Perceptions corporate tiger team, depending on which Division was successful in capturing Charlie, who everyone agreed was the perfect candidate. Presently her "qualifications" were spread out on the conference table, the candidate's best feature only a foot or so away from Annabelle Larkins's aristocratic nostrils that were positively flaring as she sucked up as much of the blonde bombshell's lusty, musky scent as her lungs could absorb. Her rival, Niles Roonage, had almost lost his composure when he had the opportunity to feel for himself her natural attributes, no silicone for this candidate, that was a certainty.
I got home at my normal arrival time, somewhat frazzled by the battle with traffic and the memory of the chewing out I got from that "sexy" boss of mine. If she started to look that good, perhaps it was time to hang it up and get rid of my young, beautiful, well-built, sex maniac of a wife. Then on the other hand there was the possibility of great sex with the Tolliver twins if I played my cards right. If that came to pass, I really didn't care who Charlie fornicated with as long as she didn't bring any nasty surprise home like an STD or one of her conquests. I just knew in my bones that with the help of the Tolliver twins I could have a successful open marriage with Charlie.
Armed with this thought, I decided to call up Miriam and see if tonight was open for my first interview. Miriam was delighted to hear from me and welcomed the idea of having me over so she and her daughter might give me a preliminary "test drive" in preparation for the real thing on the weekend. The fat was in the fire so to speak. She went one step further by inviting me to come over and join the family for dinner, her way of saying that she had a feeling that my ditzy wife was not on the premises, nor was I expecting her shortly. It was amazing how many people who hardly knew my trampy wife realized my marriage was on the verge of going into the dumpster.
Who should open the door when I rang but one of the twins. I wasn't sure which, but who cared? They must live in the pool I thought, as I took in her pink nipples, stiff from the coolness of early evening, capping her cone-shaped tits that seemed to be calling for me to see how much of those beauties I could get in my mouth at one time. Her tawny body was flecked with droplets of water, and I found myself fascinated by the one droplet that was wending its way down her flat stomach, preparing to disappear into the tiny triangle of cloth that was her only covering. I could feel my erection growing rapidly, and from her dancing eyes and welcoming smile, she too was very well aware of this transformation she was causing. She innocently inquired if I wanted to go skinny dipping, and I nearly lost it as I began to hyperventilate. At that moment I was saved from a complete meltdown by the arrival of Miriam Simpson, in her usual attire of uncovered skin.
She sent the blonde lovely on her way and escorted me into the main part of the house where the men waited, drinks in hand. Miriam made a joke about me looking like a deer in the headlights when confronted by Teri, and everyone laughed. Andrew described his early days trying to deal with these guileless girls who didn't have a clue as to the effect they had on men. It got even funnier as he told about practically wearing out his wife in the bedroom as a result of his close proximity to these little goddesses. Carl chimed in at that point and told pretty much the same story except his wife welcomed his advances with open arms and thighs and damned near killed him in the process. If Michael hadn't come along and captured the hearts and pussies of the twins, they might have all been doomed. Then Carl gave yours truly a serious look and declared that they were counting on me to save the family bacon.
I was seated between the twins at the table and dinner proved to be quite challenging since they wore tight tube tops and short shorts that seemed sprayed on those luscious forms. We adults made small talk and the twins said very little as they were too busy shoveling food past their bee-stung lips and into their pinkish mouths.The metabolism of teenagers was unbelievable. I found myself imagining I was one of those chunks of food being fed into a warm wet mouth and speedily disposed of by those perfect teeth ripping tearing and mashing me to a pulp that would be tansported into the cauldron of acid waiting to further dissolve me.
It gave me pause to realize that technically speaking, Charlie, my tramp- whore nympho wife was also a teenager like these two. Then I thought better of that observation. At least Teri and Traci weren't out at all hours fucking strange men and women. Hopefully I would become the only strange man in their lives for some time to come, regardless of what trouble my sometimes bedmate got herself into at work or wherever her whoring took her. If I knew what was going on even as I thought about her, I'd have been distraught, Tolliver twins or no Tolliver twins.
Miriam marched me off to her bedroom with a big smile on her face. She insisted on leading the way giving me a good view of her slightly sagging ass cheeks and the small pockets of cellulite that had set up shop in her thighs. Still in all for a fifty-eight year-old woman she sure had plenty to be showing off. I could already feel a stirring in my loins that would allow me a fighting chance to meet her exacting requirements. For some crazy reason I wasn't at all nervous about this meeting of the groins, in fact I was eager to start nailing Miriam's slightly sagging body to the mattress, a very good sign for my future prospects as the keeper of the twins.
Meanwhile Charlie was being escorted by the selection committee to their hotel for further evaluation of her talents. Annabelle and Niles had for some strange reason become quite chummy, very surprising considering the stakes. The two of them had suggested to the rest of the committee that it was critical the candidate be able to form an immediate bond with either sex, since in her capacity she would be dealing with any and every type of person, all of them deemed important to the corporation. The committee had agreed and so a trial was set up to evaluate Charlie's "interaction" skills with a group equally divided between men and women, all of them very competitive. Annabelle and Niles had been given responsibility for assembling this test group on extremely short notice and they had done brilliantly, calling on the resources of their respective Divisions to assemble this band of strangers to challenge Charlie's ability to form a good working relationship with each.
(To be continued-jethro jodhpur)
Neighborhood Nympho - Chapter
12
Poor Charlie was about to walk into a trap
from which she most likely could not escape. The two rivals for her position
and all it meant to their corporate image had salted the group with personnel
who were beyond the pale. These were people who were brilliant, but
anti-social, and as such were kept hidden away from most corporate personnel,
especially upper management. They were best described as necessary evils, and
all the Divisions had a few.
Now
Charlie was about to meet a half dozen carefully chosen, antisocial persons who
harbored deep seated fears, anxieties and anger for their corporate peers,
especially one as beautiful and highly thought of as her, the blonde bombshell
with a heart of gold and a head filled with nothing at all. The latter opinion
was not shared by many of the men and women who encountered the blonde in a
more nontraditional setting such as a sex orgy.
This session was not held in a stuffy
conference room out of fear that the setting would inhibit the response of the
group to Charlie. Instead the blonde nympho was directed to a private suite
located in the upper reaches of the tower that looked down on this great
metropolitan city. The suite had been uniquely furnished for this important
group grope.
` The main bedroom had been turned into an
interrogation room that would have made any Central American banana republic
operation turn green with envy. It contained not only a large bed with various
restraining fixtures, but a horse that could be used for whipping and
sodomizing unruly personnel, a portable electric chair with enough power to
curl the pubic hair of any occupant, and an examination table used by most
gynecologists that had been modified for even more invasive probing.
The adjoining bathrooms contained
facilities for giving all sorts of enemas including high colonic procedures and
colonoscopies. There were special shower stalls equipped with water ranging
from a few degrees above freezing to a few degrees below boiling. There were
tubs designed for forced submersion in a variety of liquids, some indescribable
as far as their composition, and pumps designed to force enormous quantities of
strange liquids into the bellies of recalcitrant people.
Before Charlie was removed from this suite
on a stretcher, cold and gray-faced from her lengthy ordeal, and transferred by
ambulance to a private hospital owned and operated by a subsidiary of the
corporation, she had been run through almost every piece of equipment in the area,
some more than once. It would be many long weeks before the blonde bombshell
was well enough to leave the hospital and begin a lengthy convalescence in
another company facility located outside the country.
So ended the high level corporate career of
my nympho wife. That is not to say that she wasn't welcome at her old position,
on her back, legs spread for all the execs at the minor subsidiary of the
gigantic corporation which owned it and many other small time operations they
had picked up as parts of the many deals they made to grow and screw their
stockholders. As for me, during this period I had the time of my life mentoring
the Tollivar twins, plus meeting and bedding all sorts of hot women who figured
that if I was Charlie's husband and was currently nailing two of the hottest
teens every to put on a thong, I must be hell on wheels in the sack. By the
time they figured our they were wrong, I was on to the next starry-eyed bed
bunny.
Now in the interests of keeping all the
balls in the air, I'll concentrate first on how my initial audition at the
Tolliver residence went. As you may
remember, I was not in the best of moods, thanks to the defection of my nympho
wife for greener corporate pastures. Perhaps my ill humor strengthened my cause
with the senior member of the family and her daughter as well. Miriam Simpson
was at least twenty years older than any other bedmate I'd ever had. This was
unexplored territory and yours truly approached our coupling with great care.
I recall that foreplay and post coital
cuddling were worth big points,especially with the older generation. This stood
me well as Miriam and I took sometime getting to know one another's bodies. It
was very apparent that Miriam knew her way around the male anatomy. She was already
inhaling my cock while I was still sampling how her pussy tasted. She was
earthy with a hint of walnuts, dried peaches and capers that soon was
overshadowed by essence of gooseberries. If you believe what I just told you,
there is a bridge in Brooklyn I'd love to sell you, cheap!
She urged me to get busy on her private
parts and stop screwing around as if I had never seen or tasted a pussy in my
life. That put me over the top. The next thing I knew, my cock wa buried three quarters of the way inside her
tight, slightly moist twat. She grunted and started clamping down on my
imprisoned dick, sort of testing it for form, fit and function, the staples of
the engineering profession or trade, depending on what kind one does.
On a whim I leaned forward and planted a
wet one on her lips and the next thing I knew, her mouth had turned into a wind
tunnel and damned near sucked the tongue from my mouth. Now my juices were
flowing big time and away we went on a wild ride over hill and dale. I had
gotten so used to Charlie that this was like the first time all over again,
except my mount was more like a quarter horse than an Arabian steed bred for
distance.
Miriam started breathing hard and her
pussy got progressively wetter and wetter as we made the turn and sprinted for
home. To me this was no contest, it was turning out to be a rather unique and
very enjoyable encounter. My partner blinked first and squeezed off a nice
breathy orgasm, her cunt clamping down on my captive cock. I let her ride out
the storm and when she opened her eyes, I picked up the pace and away we went
for another lap around the track. It was strange to feel like I was in control.
Ever since I'd been with Charlie, sex had become something different for me.
There was sex with other females and sex with Charlie, two ends of the
spectrum, both good in their own way, but so different as to be impossible to
judge on the same scale.
Miriam fooled me by rolling over and
getting on top. The scamp positioned herself so that her tits hung like ripe
fruit just out of reach of my tongue. Now I was being forced to do all the
work, and she was just along for the ride, and ride me she did. The closer I
got to an ejaculation, the lower the hanging fruit. Now I could suck her
nipples and enjoy their stiffness as they brushed across my lips as my dick
pounded up into her tightening cunt.
I couldn't believe she was getting ready
to have another orgasm, but cum she did and it was a dilly. I swear that pussy
just sucked the cum from my churning balls like some monster vacuum cleaner. I
felt as if my entire body was cumming, every pore unleashing its contribution
to this awesome collision of the groins. My god, there would be life after
Charlie if that was the way it went for us.
It has been my experience that right after
an ejaculation like I'd just had, all I wanted to do was find a dark place and
sleep it off almost as if I was on a bender. Instead here I was, sucking
Miriam's nipples like I was a nursing baby, and from the moans issuing from her
she loved it! Minutes later we were frenching each other like teenagers and I
felt a faint stirring where my cock used to lodge. A few minutes later Miriam's
mouth wrapped around the top of my swelling joint and a few minutes afterward
there was a resurrection of epic proportions.
Miriam had some other ideas for passing
the time, and they included some muff munching, which left a very salty
aftertaste that proved to be tolerable as long as I didn't think about what
created it. Then I graduated to ass kissing, which was more to my liking, even
when I made the traverse of that crevice between her slightly sagging butt
cheeks. The moment that separated the men from the boys occurred shortly
afterward when my senior citizen fuck buddy put her hands on her cheeks and
spread them for my edification and sampling. Without any hesitation I homed in
on that chocolate starfish and tried worming my tongue past the tough ring of
muscle guarding her rectum. Tonight I was invincible!
Convinced that my ardor was not faked,
Miriam suggested we go for it one more time before taking an intermission, and
perhaps adding another member to the cast for the next act. I figured it would
be her daughter, the twins were out of reach for yours truly until the ladies
of the family gave the thumbs up. We got into a comfortable spoon position with
my cock buried deep and hands squeezing her tits like I was trying to get juice
from them. Occasionally she would shove her body back against my groin and give
a little wiggle that kept my cock in a stage of readiness.
Miriam got bored with cuddling after some
time and suggested I put the blocks to her one more time. "I want to see
stars and unicorns," she whispered rolling onto her back and splaying her
thighs so that I could make a good connection to her wet cunt that was juicing
in anticipation. It had loosened up
considerably after our last go-round, but it still gripped well enough for this
cowboy.
There is nothing that can beat the old
tried and true missionary- male superior position when it comes to comfortable
fucking over the long run. You get tired, you collapse on your partner and rest
up while she makes sure the rod sticking in her guts stays hard. You want a
change of pace, do a push-up and stay there while she pumps that pussy up and
back until she gets tired or you get close. Then there is the cheater's
variation where you hunch down and let her support at least half your weight
while you hump away at half speed until you recover and move it into high gear
once again. Just make sure your elbows are tucked into the right place, or you
can do some serious damage with a wrong or sudden move.
For out last dance before intermission we
went through all the moves and wound up with Miriam on her tailbone, her thighs
wrapped around my torso and my dick going full throttle in and out of her hot,
juicing cunt. We were frenching when she stiffened and took off like an errant
rocket, going from one direction to another with almost blinding speed while I
just held on tight and enjoyed the ride. Her nipples were so hard they could
cut glass, and half of her body seemed to be covered with goose flesh. Her eyes
went blank and her tongue lolled from the corner of her mouth.
She had gone away and I wondered how long
it would take for her to make a round
trip. Her bare body shuddered and quaked, the skin seeming to have developed a
life of its own as it rippled in response to the various signals her synapses
were sending as they fired randomly. This was a category five orgasm as far as
I could tell. I'd seen Charlie have a few, a couple of them even with yours
truly on board for the action.
Miriam's orgasm had been so powerful that
I lost my erection without cumming. I didn't realize that until we were
cuddling and she noticed that my cock was awful stiff for one who had just
"nutted" in her. I looked down and it suddenly dawned on me that her
ignition was so strong that it took up all the launch capability. In other words, she owed me one and like the hot lady
she was, she set to work evening the score. It was then that Sally Tolliver
entered the lists.
"What do we have here? Why is my
mother having oral sex with this stranger? Why have you two started without
me?" We all burst into laughter at
her feigned distress over what she was observing. Sally quickly divested
herself of her clothing and stood naked to give me a good look at what she had.
She had plenty and it was all good. Her tits were every bit as big as her
mother's but showed no evidence of sagging. Her belly was flat from years of
exercise, and showed no evidence that she had ever delivered three children,
including a set of twins. Her pubic mound was devoid of hair, but under no
circumstances could she ever be mistaken for a child, especially when she sported
a set of thick cunt lips and had a fat clitoris peeking out from its hood. When
she asked if I wanted to taste her, my grin went from ear to ear.
Miriam had slowed down her sucking, just
keeping my cock stiff, but not unruly. It was hard to believe that I'd only cum
once since this session started. Sally squatted over my face, grinned down at
me and slowly lowered her cunt to lock with my mouth. She shifted her hips
slightly to guarantee a good seal before squeezing her cunt muscles to release
a stream of very salty fluid that dribbled into my mouth. I'd know that taste
anywhere since I'd just had a sample of my own, compliments of Miriam, who was
chuckling at my obvious discomfort.
These ladies did not play fair, that was
for damn sure; but considering the prize, which was the Tolliver twins, I
played their game to the hilt. Focusing on how good it would feel to be
drilling out Sally Tolliver's asshole while she ate her mother's pussy, managed
to take my mind away from what I was swallowing. Although it was difficult to
hear much with Sally's firm thighs bookending my head, Miriam's words did
penetrate enough for me to know that she and her daughter were most impressed
by the way I handled the first challenge. That got me motivated to do more than
just be passive when it came to sucking out as much of that salty fluid as I
could wring from her twat, and it was considerable.
( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )
Neighborhood Nympho - Chapter 13
While Charlie's husband was embroiled in a tasting contest featuring various male and female samples, she was being briefed before being debriefed by the group of malcontents awaiting her arrival. The two prime contenders to control her position were giving her last minute instructions on how to deal with the questions that might be posed to her by the group. To the blonde bombshell it was pretty easy to say yes or no, and then move on to say nice things about the corporation. It was even easier when if she didn't understand the question, then the answer always was "no", a loud definite "no"! In those cases where a simple yes or no was not appropriate, she should say that she'd have to get back to them on that one.
If the group became agitated or extremely impolite to her, Charlie was to remind them that she was here to represent them and their problems to corporate management. If it appeared that they were too upset to continue the session, she was to press the button located on the table in front of her seat. This would alert security personnel, who would enter and deal with the situation.
Charlie's entrance caused a sensation. She was wearing a white micro-mini dress that was slit to her thigh, the upper portion of her thigh. Fortunately her black thong was so brief that it wasn't revealed, merely silhouetted by the material of her dress. Spilling from the top of this body sheath were the corporation representative's braless breasts. The three female members of the panel were stunned speechless, their eyes glowing green with envy and hatred for this vision of feminine pulchritude. The male members were transfixed and reminded of their failures to attract women of any type, no matter what promises they held out to their targets of opportunity that never did more than laugh at them.
The blonde had an opportunity to look over her panel while they were checking out her as well. The three women ranged in age from perhaps early twenties to mid fifties. One was painfully thin, almost anorexic. Another was perhaps fifty pounds overweight with slits for eyes due to the bloated condition of her face. The third woman was rather attractive; Charlie was drawn to her as a kindred spirit because of her beauty. Unfortunately she suffered from a hormonal imbalance that not only made her as sex-crazed as Charlie, it also caused her to produce a body odor that sickened anyone within five feet of her. She was seated at the far end of the table, well away from her peers.
The trio of men had roughly the same age distribution as the females. One was much smaller than the other two, perhaps no more than five feet tall and very slight of build. If he had on the proper makeup he would have almost looked like a doll to the blonde bombshell. Charlie loved dolls, and instantly felt good vibrations when it came to him. The other two were of average height, one balding with a pinched face and old fashioned wire-rimmed eyeglasses, the other a heavily muscled black man with a scar on his cheek, who looked as if he was ready to explode. Charlie had very ambivalent feelings toward him. One thing she was curious about was the size of his cock, since she had heard plenty of stories about how well-hung black men were. She could already feel her thong getting moist.
At this point the overweight female introduced herself and tossed the first grenade.
"My name is Elvira Hawkins and I work in accounts receivable, but am segregated from my fellow employees. What are you going to do about this obvious case of gender discrimination? Just because I am an outspoken lesbian is no reason to prevent me from interacting with my peers while I'm not working."
The rest of the group closed ranks, but kept away from the woman with the hormone condition. Charlie took a deep breath and prepared to give her canned response. To her it appeared as if the entire panel was ready to pounce like a pack of ravenous wolves, not a very comfortable position in which to be. Then the balding man with the rimmed glasses stood up, pointed at her and asked if she was wearing anything under that affront to the sanctity of womanhood. Charlie had not been properly briefed, because she was now facing a Division carbuncle who claimed to be a victim of corporate immorality for his stand on women in the workplace and their attire.
From there it went straight to hell in a handbasket. There were no more polite questions, just angry statements of fact or fiction depending upon your viewpoint. It became a minature tower of Babel, and Charlie lost all control, if she had any to begin with. She remembered clearly the black man standing up and yelling that he was being pigeon-holed by the machinations of jealous white women despite his PhD in Computer Science. The beautiful but foul-smelling woman claimed that her disability was being used by those superiors jealous of her beauty to prevent her from moving into the Division management training program.
However the one that stuck in her mind, once she was rescued from the torture chamber by the security people, came from the doll man who innocently asked if she would take off her dress so he could get a better look at her fabulous body. Charlie could never reject any suggestion or request having to do with letting her display that awesome shape.
The blonde nympho forgot all about pressing the button on the table, as if that would have done anything to help. Someone had either overlooked or was instructed not to wire up the button. However the five inobtrusive monitors located in the ceiling were working fine and providing some great shots of the riot taking place in the main meeting room. Annabelle and Niles, both naked and rather tired from their latest coupling, had taken a break and were being thoroughy entertained by the activities going on in the suite. Niles let out a whistle as Charlie popped from her micro-mini and stood there wearing only a black thong that glistened with her juices. His bed partner went him one matter, shamelessly masturbating as her eyes roamed over every square inch of the blonde bombshell's nearly naked body.
"When she gets out of the hospital why don't we take turns having her "consult" with our respective Divisions. I'm sure she could do much to enhance management morale and perhaps save us a few dollars on their annual bonuses."
Annabelle's idea made Niles positively glow and he couldn't resist leaning over and capturing one of her hard nipples in his teeth so he could gently worry it like some small prey he had run to earth. Annabelle continued to strum her clit, sending droplets of cunt juice onto the satin sheets. "When do the security folks take over? That should be a hoot. I can hardly wait to see what the sick six do to that poor addled airhead. There will be no trouble from them for at least a few months after this little treat. You talk about a win-win situation. They get her, we get each other and the corporation is none the wiser for it all." They both grinned secretly as the two tiny machines, the size of a package of matches, they had separately planted beneath the bed, recorded their every word.
Charlie had just handed her pussy juice soaked thong to her adoring fan, when the door flew open and half a dozen men in dark glasses armed with handguns entered the room and ordered everyone to hit the floor or be shot. Poor Charlie made the mistake of assuming they had come to rescue her until one of them poked his weapon between her big tits and cocked the trigger. The poor girl lost control of her bladder and pissed all over the man's leg. The next thing she knew her hands were cuffed behind her back and she was bent over the table being manhandled as two of the men searched her body for weapons and contraband such as drugs. The one who got to check her cunt came away with a hand that positively glistened with the blonde's pussy juice, and he had to wipe it off on her ass, which ticked him no end.
After interrogating the panel, all of whom blamed everything on Charlie, one of them contacted his superior for further instructions. He was told that the team would be replaced by two specialists who would take control of the situation. A few minutes later two gentlemen in corporate issued dark glasses appeared to relieve the strike team. They were now in charge and Charlie was about to be put through the wringer forwards and backwards by the sick six. The two supervisors would run the various machines and facilities that were available for making the blonde bombshell wish she had not let herself be talked into this situation.
The sextet quickly got their act together and settled on who would do what to Charlie, when, and in which order. This was settled mostly by one of the supervisors cutting cards to end any disputes that arose. A coin flip determined which sex would go first, and the ladies won. The naked blonde was marched to the bedroom and thrown onto the king-sized plus bed that came equipped with all manner of extras as she would soon discover.
The woman with the hormonal problem was handled rather easily by the two gentlemen in the dark glasses. Her companions agreed to allowing her to begin by sitting on Charlie's face, while the other two divided up the rest of her body for starters. A powerful floor fan was produced that blew the foul smell emanating from the woman away from the others. Thus it was only Charlie who had to deal with the awful stench. The woman wasted no time grinding her cunt into the blonde's face and making sure her tongue hit all the right places.
Meanwhile the anorexic one was amusing herself by getting her bony fist up into Charlie's twat and moving the length of her canal to finally arrive at the entrance to her baby holding chamber, which was now only occupied by an IUD device. She started slowly, but soon picked up the pace as her small fist punched away at the blonde's cervix, each blow tilting it ever so slightly off kilter, making the possiblity of an accidental pregnancy nearly impossible.
Elvira Hawkins was doing some very painful things to poor Charlie's mammary glands. Her teeth were leaving deep imprints on the sex-crazed teen's fun bags. Her pudgy fingers pinched and poked at any part of those spectacular mounds that was available. Her mouth repeatedly captured each nipple so that it could be teased and stretched to the point that the helpless prisoner thought she would pull them from her tits. Worst of all, when she got bored, Elvira raked Charlie's tits and ribcage with her jagged fingernails, leaving a trail of broken skin in their wake.
Charlie had never in her life encountered anything to match the eye watering, nose burning, lip chaping waves of noxious vapors that formed a miasma around this woman's body. Couple that with pussy juice that reminded Charlie of industrial strength soap made predominantly from lye, and you have the challenge that was bringing her closer and closer to passing out. The blonde had tried everything to lessen the stench including burrowing her face into the hairy gash of this lethal lovely.
Nothing worked and she was beginning to resign herself to her fate, when things got even worse. The woman shifted her body and now Charlie's nose was wedged tightly into the crack between her ass cheeks. When she began to fart, that was all she wrote for the corporate morale building candidate. It took some time for the others to realize that their playmate had passed out, insulting their efforts to punish her for crimes against the downtrodden.
Elvira was due to take over face-sitting duties, but she was a wily malcontent. She innocently inquired of the two assistants if they were aware of any toys located in the suite. As if by magic they produced a number of strap-on and hand-held dildos, a variety of vibrators ranging from large wheeled creations to the ever popular pocket rockets, motorized massagers that fit the hand, plus clips and clamps designed for every portion of the victim's body.
To compliment this arsenal were such items as ointments, gels, powders and pastes all aimed at sensitizing, stimulating or irritating the skin and internal parts of a woman's body. There was a mad scramble to get the toy or toys of choice, and naturally Elvira was first in line. She hooked a strap-on dildo nearly a foot in length to her loins that featured a mushroom head and a body covered with knobs and grooves, designed for maximum stimulation of the inner and outer parts of those women who were serious afficionados of mind bending orgasms.
Charlie was smart enough to understand that she was at Elvira's mercy and the only way out was to do what she said. So when she was told to open her mouth and stick out her tongue, she did. First a clamp was placed on the tip of her tongue, preventing her from pulling it back into her mouth. Then a sharp tasting ointment was rubbed on that extended piece of straining pink flesh. More was slathered on the head of Elvira's dildo before she managed to slip the mushroom head into Charlie's mouth. Then the fun began.
The fat woman began to saw away inside her victim's mouth, going deeper with each careful stroke. Charlie suddenly realized that the fat woman's intention was to make her deep throat this long knobby piece of hard rubber. At the same time she felt a sharp pain in her pussy and then a burning sensation. From the position that the fan was now facing, it was apparent that the foul-smelling woman was beginning to use still another dildo on the blonde's tight cunt. How Charlie retained her muscle tone was one of those great mysteries. However the combined assault of two dedicated women, each looking to make her life as miserable as possible was a challenge that she might not survive.
Then she felt another pain as the super skinny one began biting, not nipping or nibbling, but biting her already sore tits. When she followed this up with rubbing one of the gels into the slight wounds she had made, Charlie thought her tits had caught fire. She began a mindless bucking in a frantic effort to rid her body of these harpies that were tearing it asunder. All she got for her troubles was a sore throat as the dildo punched even deeper, and an even sorer pussy as the stinking woman put more muscle behind her thrusts, making her gigantic dildo burrow deeper and deeper into the blonde's weakening fuck tunnel.
It was a comatose Charlie who was finished off by the trio as they took their final rotation. The skinny one packed her mouth with paste that left its insides and her extended tongue, still clamped cruelly at the tip, covered with blisters. Elvira replaced her dildo with a large wheeled vibrator that she used to deform and distend the blonde's cunt lips and flatten her clit that had been coated with a chemical that made it swell to twice its size and itch unmercifully. Not to be outdone, the woman working on her big sore fun-bags was seeing how many clips and clamps those big tits could hold, and was rapidly exhausting the supply available.
Meanwhile the three men were having a little powwow of their own. They were less than enchanted by the condition in which the women were leaving Charlie. "How can I enjoy fucking this white bitch, if she can't feel anything in that dead pussy?" exclaimed the black man. The other two nodded in agreement. Another observed that he already had a blowup doll at home, and he certainly didn't come out here to use one that wasn't custom made to his demanding requirements. It was the one who was still rubbing Charlie's pussy juice soaked thong all over his face who came up with the answer to their problems.
While the other two had entertained themselves by beating off to what the women were doing to the blonde corporate shill, he was exploring the rest of the suite and discovering all the wonderful machines available to cause pain and suffering. He had checked with one of the gentlemen in dark glasses and had learned that they were available for everyone's use, except Charlie, of course. Also the two assistants were qualified to operate all of these machines and would be delighted to do so. The muscular black man grinned and exclaimed, "You may not look like it, but you the man!" The trio turned to watch the end of the first session with shit-eating grins on their faces. Charlie was about to enter a world of hurt beyond her most intense nightmares.
( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )
Neighborhood Nympho - Chapter 14
Draining that swamp of Sally's proved to be quite a task. While I worked, the ladies bantered. Miriam commented that she wanted to get a contribution from Carl, but the old goat wasn't in the mood for a quickie. That brought a hearty chuckle from Sally, so hearty in fact that it increased the flow of cum into my mouth by a considerable amount. She confessed that beside her husband, Miriam's husband had also made a donation, quite a large donation she added. I could feel her mother tensing up by the force with which she squeezed my root. That sure took my mind off what I was swallowing, but put a crimp in my joint that would require some attention if Miriam was expecting anything from me in the very near future. Things quickly calmed down and my hostess resumed stroking my cock back into readiness, while Sally continued to drain the contents of her well fucked snatch into my mouth so I could swallow it down.
For the next half hour or so they kept me on the edge, taking turns on my stiff shaft. It was fairly obvious that this mother-daughter combination had spent plenty of time perfecting their moves and Miriam had mentored her daughter, passing along plenty of the tricks of the trade, so to speak. On the other hand being in limbo was not my idea of showing off my skills. Since this game was at their home, and the stakes were huge, I kept my own counsel and went along for the ride. My mind began to wander despite all the bare flesh that was in evidence. Naturally it focused, almost against my will, on my blushing bride, the corporate whore, who was probably this moment doing something that might make us both blush.
The trio of male malcontents dragged the naked body of my battered bride into one of the smaller rooms of the suite. It looked like a bathroom because of all the tile, but it lacked most of the features associated with one. In one corner was a small enclosure that at first glance looked like a shower except for the hook mounted in the ceiling of this structure and the lack of a shower head or faucets of any kind. The two assistants hung the comatose blonde from the hook, her wrists protected somewhat by padded cuffs. They stepped from the enclosure and shut the transparent door that sealed tightly from top to bottom.
On the wall by the door was a large meter graduated in degrees Fahrenheit, which the black man quickly understood to be the temperature of the water that could be diverted into the stall. The range went from just above freezing to just below the boiling point of water. Of even greater interest was the controller that could be programmed to deliver both the amount and temperature of the water that would enter the chamber. Since he was the only one who fully understood the set-up, he quickly took control. "Watch me wake this white bitch up in one big hurry!" he exclaimed as his face hardened.
His companions watched as he punched in a series of commands and hit the start button. A cascade of water poured down from a vent that opened in the ceiling of the chamber, blocking their view of Charlie's body. It lasted for fifteen seconds, and probably felt like much longer to the blonde teen whose body was immediately covered with goose flesh and she started to shiver uncontrollably from the stinging cold. The man had set the water temperature to forty degrees for the initial soaking. The others were still too overcome by their ignorance about the equipment to want to take a turn, instead they let him continue to call the shots.
"I'll bet the bitch is freezing her ass off by now. Guess she just might appreciate a little warm up to take the chill off. This time I'm gonna parboil the stuck-up cunt until she looks like a lobster." As the man spoke his hands were flying over the keyboard to send the commands that would subject their victim to the other extreme in water temperature. Fortunately for Charlie, wiser men that these had designed and then modified the equipment to prevent fools like this group from seriously harming the subject. She could be subjected to water than might make her believe her skin was going to fall off any second, but that was the mental and not the physical effect of the equipment. This time she took a much longer "shower", which did leave her skin looking red and once it had started made her start screaming in terror. The men clapped their hands and acted like little children as they observed Charlie's reaction to the hot water.
The two guides stepped in at this point and suggested that Charlie was ready for whatever they had planned to do to her once the ladies had finished. There was some grumbling from the trio, but deep down they knew their place, and didn't want to jeopardize this golden opportunity to not only vent their spleen to further humiliate the blonde beauty, but get some first class pussy as well. A shaken Charlie was taken down from the hook and ecorted by the guides to the horse, located in still another relatively small room of the suite. The women joined them, which made it a very tight fit. In truth there was now barely enough room to swing a cat, a cat-o'-nine-tails that is.
When compared to the sleek, complex machines that seemed to be in every room of the suite, what was contained in this place could be only described as primitive. However it was a simple design that had stood the test of time. The carpenter's horse could be found on any construction site, except for the padding on the crosspiece over which Charlie was now being placed before she was restrained by straps that would hold her wrists and ankles tight to the legs of the fixture. A much thicker strap was used to prevent the midsection of her body from moving more than a few inches in any direction, and two more held her thighs wide giving her attackers easy access to her cunt. Her long blonde hair brushed the floor, but in this position she was unable to see what was going on behind her. She presented a picture of vulnerability and accessibility that made her captors lick their chops at the prospect of what they were about to do to that fabulous body.
It was Elvira who came up with an idea that would allow everyone of the malcontents to have some piece of the action. It was one of those win-win situations and after some discussion, the distaff side was welcome to join the men in teaching this tramp a lesson that she'd not soon forget. One of the ladies would assist the men in getting prepared to skewer the corporate representative. Her job was to pull Charlie's head up and back by her long hair to enable her to orally prepare whoever it was that was next in line to fuck her bowlegged. Being a hopeless nymphomaniac, Charlie would be eager to cooperate in hopes of getting her itch scratched as well.
After each man had his opportunity to rut inside the nympho's hot, wet cunt, one of the women would take a turn using one of the many whips, crops, switches and even a vicious cane reserved for only one stroke per customer, to decorate the blonde's hind quarters, stretching from the base of her spine to the backs of her knees. Since it would likely take the men a fairly lengthy period to recover for another round, the ladies would take their places and the men would now become the ones responsible for turning Charlie's bottom and surroundings to hamburger. Things went swimmingly for almost an hour before the monitors suggested the group move on to other ways to make the teen suffer for her haughtiness.
Charlie had become a very frustrated young nympho. The three men turned out to be busts. None of them managed to last more than a minute or two before spurting their seed. Worse yet they all lacked either girth or length.The doll-like individual lacked both, which was unfortunate for both him and Charlie for very different reasons. The black computer science guy was quite thick which Charlie enjoyed, but lacked length, which meant not much of her cunt was stimulated. The balding one had a cock that was much above average ih length, but felt like a needle to her, especially when he touched bottom on a few occasions before dribbling his contribution deep inside her nearly vacant twat.
The ladies were hard pressed not to titter and point toward whoever was trying his best to satisfy himself as well as show Charlie who was the boss. Humiliation can be a powerful incentive to call attention to someone or divert it to somewhere else. The men wasted little time in attacking the blonde's posterior with whatever struck their fancy. Her bouncy buns were cross hatched with deep welts from whips and crops, then overlaid with gashes from the switches that tore into her swollen cheeks. No one passed on the cane. The men took two turns fucking and then whipping Charlie, while the women were limited to a single turn.
Charlie did manage to squeeze off a few orgasms when she was nailed by the women who used strap-ons and vibrators to get her juices flowing sufficiently that she could leave the planet for a few short trips. The men had no luck at all in bringing her to orgasm, which infuriated them no end and made the beatings they gave her savage and merciless. Without the intervention of the monitors, Charlie might have been severely harmed by the angry males. As it was, the canes did the majority of the serious damage.
Twice she took brutal blows on the base of her spine. They made her feel as if she was paralyzed each time, which utterly terrified her to the point that she would pee uncontrollably. Twice the slightly built one managed to land the cane between her swollen ass cheeks, splitting them apart from top to bottom as she screamed in agony. That particular pain stayed with her for many long minutes. She quivered and shook the entire time as her captors observed her reaction to this fiendish torment, nodding their heads with satisfaction at the pain she received.
Once the cane split the swollen flesh of her ass cheeks at the midpoint, leaving a welt that would remain for over two weeks before the mark faded. The other stroke of the cane caught her at that tender region just below her now lacerated bottom. For reasons that were not apparent, the women eschewed the cane. However they did their best to tear her bottom and the backs of her thighs and legs to shreds with other weapons such as the switches and whips.
Charlie was in such pain and had such injuries that it was necessary for the monitors to carry her to the next room where she was to face still more pain and punishment for in reality being beautiful, young and a seeming favorite of the movers and shakers in the corporation. Based on what was going on between Anabelle and Niles, nothing could be further from the truth. Charlie was considered a threat to their power and as such had to be eliminated.
Meanwhile I was developing a severe case of blue balls, something usually afflicting certain types of teenagers, not a grownup like myself. They'll be a slight pause while everyone snickers at this observation and its source. Miriam and her daughter continued to use and abuse me, teasing me unmercifully. I lost track of how many times I was taken to the edge and then jerked back for more tormewnt. Of course compared to what my faithless wife was enduring, who was I to complain? Then quick as a wink the climate in the bedroom changed. Now it was stand and deliver and don't keep us waiting.
Sally was first in line and insisted I take her in the reverse cowgirl position which forced me to do most of the work, since she decided to just go along for the ride. I huffed and I puffed and somehow managed to get off a fairly decent offering. She rolled off and Miriam replaced her in the cowgirl position, grinning down at my contorted face as I manfully struggled to provide her with enough hard cock to keep her happy, but not truly satisfied. We locked loins quickly and despite my previous ejaculation we continued to go at it, undaunted by such minor details as the fact that I'd just made a substantial deposit, and although the spirit might be willing, the body was definitely suffering from a severe case of weakness. Now the huffing and puffing was replaced by wheezing as I felt as if I had aged twenty years.
My two examiners continued to trade places despite my being unable to deliver the goods. I guess the color of my face, a bright red from what I could imagine, must have touched their maternal instincts, and so the slaughter was tabled for a few minutes. This did not mean complete rest for the weary, as they continued to manipulate my limber appendage and make sure I always had a hard nippled breast on which to nurse. When Miriam began to jack my cock into her daughter's mouth, I knew that was signal that the rest stop was over and we were getting back on the road.
After a few minutes Sally scrambled up and turned around so that her pussy was glued to my mouth. Miriam demonstrated another of her skills by inserting a knowing middle finger up into my rectal region in order to stimulate my throbbing prostate, which by now felt as if it was the size of a golf ball. All the while she continued to jack my cock with her other hand. Had I not been struggling so hard to get off, I might have appreciated her talents even more. Sally was inhaling my entire sore, little soldier, demonstrating her skill at deep throating, which somehow didn't surprise me. I figured that must have been another trick that was passed down from one generation to the next.
All of a sudden everything they were doing to get me off seemed to come together and away I went. It was epic, something I didn't think I was capable of doing, but the proof was in the sound of Miriam's daughter gulping down the little wigglers that my aching balls somehow managed to generate. After that, all I wanted to do was take a nap, but they had another surprise in store for me. It was to be the final part of my exam, and it was for all the marbles.
( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )
Neighborhood Nympho - Chapter 15
Poor Charlie had been thrashed beyond recognition by the gang of company malcontents, and was ready for the emergency room. Unfortunately she hadn't been teased and tormented to the level that her masters wished. Annabelle and Niles had taken care not to be shut out of the fun. Both had been helped in their rise to power by the fact they were "hands on" types. Perhaps that was why they had bonded so strongly, even though they were rivals for the services of the blonde bombshell. One of the company monitors had been compromised and he had a bug in his ear set to the proper frequency to communicate with the pair of corporate rivals. They had put their heads together and decided that Charlie's wasted body could handle some serious internal cleansing as well as a session on the super Syberon. The latter machine was the product of the corporate Research and Development Division that took the simple prototype and souped it up into a machine that could overwhelm even the most out of control nymphomanic.
There still was the issue of the sick sextet who wanted to be involved in anything having to do with this corporate "whore", their words not those of Annabelle and Niles. Their man was a smooth talker and he knew how to plant the right seeds in the minds of the corporate troublemakers. He observed that if they continued her beatings, he'd have to call a halt to the fun and games or risk her life, not to mention his own reputation. That seemed to calm them down somewhat. Then he held out the carrot by mentioning that damaging her insides by pumping enormous amounts of liquids into her body was another issue entirely, since that wouldn't show up for perhaps years afterward.
If they did things as he suggested, Charlie would immediately begin to suffer minor ailments that would get in the way of her enjoyment of things sexual. Then as the years went by, she'd become a sexual cripple, unable to enjoy or participate in intercourse with men, women or even animals, as well as being unable to even masturbate. If what he had heard about the behavior pattern of nymphomaniacs was valid, Charlie would likely be a candidate for the insane asylum or even a suicide watch, before she was thirty. His handlers were most impressed by his line of half truths and outright lies. Here was a man who had a future in the corporation. Naturally the sick six, as Annabelle and Niles now referred to them, were excited by the prospect of doing long term harm to this whore and getting away with it.
The bare and barely conscious Charlie was carried into another room in the suite and prepared for a liquid diet that would curl her insides. With the help of his partner and the group of malcontents, Charlie was soon surrounded by machines that would pump various liquids into her sexy body. The blonde nympho was strapped down on an articulated gyno table that allowed her body to be twisted and turned so that she could receive a combined high colonic and be machine-fucked, while at the same time her stomach was being filled to its limit. To keep everyone's interest, two members were stationed at each entry point to personally supervise the activity. Even covered with welts and other mementos of the various torments she had endured so far, Charlie was still prime grade fuckmeat, even though only one of the men was willing to acknowledge it.
To kick things off, she was given a high colonic using a special mixture guaranteed to remove any material lodged within the walls of her lower intestine. The pair supervising this procedure wanted everything to be run at the limit for as long as the machine coud operate without blowing a circuit breaker. To Charlie it felt as if her asshole and surrounding environs were being worked on by a jackhammer. Those tight sphincters guarding her rectum and anus were taking pulses of liquids running at the maximum. The lead tubing was knifing its way through her large bowel and literally blasting material from the walls that might have been there for upwards of a year. Its companion was suctioning up the loosened material and evacuating it into the collection bowl, much to the delight of her tormentors. The cramps caused by this brutal assault on her insides brought tears to Charlie's baby-blue eyes and smiles to her adversaries.
As bad as this was, the pain caused by what was happening to her uterus and vagina was even worse. She was being machine-fucked by a phallic probe designed to abrade her cunt walls and batter her cervix, the guardian to her uterus, which these days only contained her IUD. To Charlie, it felt as if she was being fucked by a water buffalo, a rather large and hot-blooded member of the herd. What she was experiencing was another quasi-product from the R&D Division. The main body of the probe was capable of expanding, thanks to a feedback mechanism that controlled the outer shell thickness. Initially it had barely touched the walls of her pussy, but after a warmup period and some adjustments keyed in by the angry black man, it was now scraping away the mucous membrane that protected the walls of her pussy. On a scale of one to ten, the current level of pain was no more than a four according to the instructions that came with this fiendish device oriented towards degrading and taming hot-blooded nymphos like Charlie.
The head of the probe was gently rounded and a fraction of a millimeter less than the main body's diameter. The reason for this was to allow the head to perform what it had been designed to do, which was to batter the cervix that covered the entry to the uterus. Each blow made the blonde bombshell grunt and her eyes tear, much to the delight of the two operating this torture tool. Hidden deep within the insides of this tool of the devil was a reservoir of liquid that had been specifically developed by the Chemistry Department. It had a much higher boiling point than water and was highly irritating. It could be delivered via tiny holes that ran the length of the probe as well as another nest of release points located in the rounded head. When that was actuated, Charlie's blue eyes nearly popped from their sockets and her bare body almost broke free from the straps holding it down to the table.
The third portion of Charlie's abdomen to be treated was her stomach. A thick, hollow tube was forced down her throat with great difficulty. She had to be "coaxed" quite a bit to put her mind to the task. However a few whiffs from the sweaty underarm of the lady with the hormone problem was sufficient to convince the nineteen year-old nympho that swallowing that nasty tubing was a better thing to do than inhale anymore of whatever was emanating from that woman. Once this was accomplished, she was at their mercy and they showed her precious little. This pair was about as unsophisticated as you could get. As soon as the tubing was lodged in Charlie's stomach, they opened the water tap to its maximum and watched almost dispassionately as the gorgeous teen's stomach began to fill. They oohed and aahed as the teen's normally flat midriff now started to become rounded. One of them placed his hand on her growing midsection and told his victim she would start looking that way soon if she continued to behave as a whore. He like the others had no clue concerning her IUD. Then he smashed his fist down on her bloated belly and grinned as Charlie began to vomit up some of the water along with whatever she'd been fed over the last day and a half. His partner pressed her armpit against Charlie's face and grinned as the helpless blonde's face grew pale and the water continued to spew from her mouth.
I'm not at all certain what I'd have done if presented with the choice of saving Charlie from herself or continuing the preliminary initiation with the women of the Tolliver family. When Miriam told me to close my eyes, and proceeded to blindfold me, my instincts told me that I might be in for a very pleasant surprise. Things got even more interesting when she told me to put my arms out to the corners of the bed so they could be tied to the posts. The thought of being unable to defend myself from whatever they had cooked up for me made me a little nervous. I was about to learn a very valuable lesson, one that would stand me in good stead for the future when I had to deal with Charlie and those who were doing their best to dominate and degrade my wayward wife at my expense. My greed overcame good sense and so I let some relative strangers put me in a situation that allowed them almost total control over me.
Once I was properly restained, the ladies started in on me once more, but this time it was for keeps. They took turns jacking me off until I was rock hard and then first one warm, wet mouth, and then the other made my stiff shaft positively vibrate from the pressure they were applying. Then it got ugly; a hand wrapped itself around my family jewels and began squeezing until the pain made me whimper. I heard the two of them laughing at my discomfort, which was more like pain and suffering as far as I was concerned. Now someone new was added to the mix. I didn't recognize the hand that started flogging my dummy, and wondered the reason for the rubber or latex glove covering it. Then I heard a soft giggle that could only belong to one of the teen goddesses that lived here. That in and of itself made my shaft turn into a tuning fork again.
A fresh mouth started to tease my cock and took me to the brink. Then that disembodied hand once more coiled around my scrotum and began applying cruel pressure that had my cock shrinking rapidly even as that sweet young mouth did its best to keep it hard and on the verge. I realized that both of the twins were now involved, and the game they were playing was part fun and part dominance mixed with a trace of sadism. I recalled the story about what the girls had been through at their last foster parents home. Evidently there had been some kind of feedback developed that was manifesting itself with yours truly. Then it dawned on me that probably Michael was also involved in the same kind of role as I was playing now, and perhaps very glad to escape the clutches of these two slightly demented sex maniacs.
My brief reverie was broken by the pain that began radiating from the head of my cock. One of these little demons was seeing how hard she could bite it without drawing blood. I heard Miriam's hearty laughter at my reaction and her urging for the girl to see what would happen if she started to nip my very vulnerable testicles. I guess the other had taken her words as a challenge and she was up to the occasion. The pain was excruciating and I damned near fainted. It was Sally Tolliver who saved the bacon as well as my family jewels, taking the twins to task and hushing her mother when Miriam tried to interrupt. I was petrified at what had just happened and swore that I'd never allow myself to ever again get into a situation such as this. Compared to these two, Charlie was a sweetheart and no trouble at all to accommodate.That observation would also be trashed in the future. However I would manage to expand my horizons when it came to nailing other ladies who were quite eager to sample the man who was married to the biggest nympho in the entire city.
( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )
Neighborhood Nympho - Chapter 16
The monitor made some adjustments on the table holding Charlie and now it was all downhill, literally as well as figuratively. Where it made the most difference was in her birth canal. Now the machine doing her pussy had the assistance of gravity. The blonde nympho had just been revived after passing out from the over exuberance of the team doing her stomach. In their case it was too fast and too much and her belly could not handle the flood of water that inundated her insides. Worse still, the expansion of her bloated belly meant less space for her lungs. Her breath became labored quickly, but everyone was totally concentrating on the way her stomach was becoming more and more distended. It's not surprising that they failed to notice her face had gone from pale to a delicate bluish shade, a sure sign that her lungs had failed. Once more, it was the monitor who stepped in and saved the day. As for Niles and Annabel, they were so busy doing each other in a steamy sixty-nine, that they missed most of the action.
The machine, acting like a combination battering ram and roto-tiller, was doing a great job of warping her well-used cunt and opening up her uterus for exploration and development. Currently it was operating at ninety-five percent of maximum and each contact with what was left of her ruined cervix caused the blonde's eyes to pop. Without some top of the line surgery Charlie would be sentenced to a lifetime of infections and other maladies that would probably terminate in cancer. The walls of her cunt had been scraped thoroughly and in time this brutal treatment would yield a layer of scar tissue that would make her pussy an adventure for any cocksman to fuck. In the case of those using dildos or perhaps their fists, it would just make life extremely unpleasant for the hot-holed teenager.
Charlie handled the high colonic machine with little difficulty thanks to the fact that her intestines were nearly pristine. This was not due to her care about what she ate, but the product of her genes. The team doing her tried other types of enemas, making her hold them until her eyes crossed. She took frigid ones, others near boiling. They contended with all the other processes for space in her intestines, and held their own. The one that gave her the most difficulty involved a combination of glycerine, ground pepper and doubleboiled coffee. This was the favorite of one of Ms. Hawkins lovers, a nurse with an attitude. She used this to control her patients, especially the men with their hard cocks and leering faces everytime she had to give them a sponge bath or change their bedpans.
This particular enema was first of all a jolt to her nervous system that already was over stimulated. What separated this from the other procedures was the strain it put on her ability to void it. It was like giving birth to a set of overdue triplets via her anus. It dominated her focus to the exclusion of all the other terrible torments her body was enduring at the same time. She panicked and went into some type of trance, frothing at the mouth as her anus went into convulsions trying to rid her body of this fiendish passenger. The fact that she passed out was the key to her salvation. However when Charlie awoke she discovered that her sphincter had failed, leaving her distended anus in the open position, a temptation that could not be resisted by her team, or for that matter, the other two teams as well.
Surprisingly it was the doll-like man who was the first to explore this uncharted territory. He made a fist and without much difficulty began working it up Charlie's gaping bunghole. He made good progress and soon had half his forearm inside the teenager's large intestine, having overcome the sphincter controlling the entrance to her rectum without too much resistance. Then he started to get fancy, corkscrewing his arm one way and then the other as her eyes widened and she mewled and sobbed like a little girl from the pain and humiliation of what was happening to her. Progress slowed considerably as her large intestine began to twist and turn and actually run back against itself.
When he extricated his fist and that portion of his arm that had been inside her, both were coated with mucous and other disgusting material that had migrated from her innards onto his skin. At the urging of the others he presented this mess to the blonde bombshell and ordered her to lick it clean or suffer the consequences. The others clapped joyfully as the helpless nympho sucked up the disgusting mess from his arm and fist. Even the two corporate monitors looked away when this occurred. Back at the hotel, Annabelle was sucking Niles' cock and watching this stomach-turning spectacle as he sighed and humped his cock into her mouth, going deeper and wondering if she was going to put out some booty before their little session ended. The same thought was going through his partner's mind as well, and it didn't do much for her.
The overweight, lesbian employee wanted to make sure that the teenage, blonde whore would also feel her anger at the injustice she so starkly represented. What qualifications did this tramp have besides the ability to tempt male weaklings and bend them to her demented will? Let her now experience the woman to woman fury that this downtrodden drudge of the corporate masters had bottled up within her. She outweighed her partner by at least one hundred pounds and packed a wallop motivated by anger and envy, a powerful combination. Just before she began punishing Charlie, she got the bright idea of including the hormone challenged female member of the team working on the teen whore's stomach, doing her best to make that over-sexed tramp rue the day she was born.
Everyone scattered as the young woman with the horrible body odor scrambled onto the table and planted her hairy pussy dead center on Charlie's face, wiggling her body to make sure the fit was solid and able to cope with the teen's struggles. Elvira tried to only breathe through her mouth to minimize the chances of taking in that foul miasma that encircled the attractive twenty-something's body. Unfortunately her eyes began to leak tears when they made contact with that toxic fog. Poor Charlie had tried and failed to get that dead weight off her face. The stench was indescribable, adding to her misery. Then she grunted and shrieked into the woman's cunt as Elvira's fat fist widened the distended anal passageway and began its slow march up into her lower intestine. It did not take too long for Elvira to realize that her fist was too large to be accommodated by Charlie's intestine. She did her best, but soon was exhausted, panting and wheezing from the effort she put forth.
The overweight lesbian wasted no time in bargaining with the painfully thin and almost inarticulate woman who was assisting the black man in making Charlie's life miserable. Now the two women took their places at the blonde's lower entrances. Elvira's fat fist was poised to invade their victim's cunt and hopefully ruin it on the way to what was left of her cervix. Her counterpart greased up her hand and arm before plunging into the blonde's gaping asshole. The black man smiled happily at the prospect of this uppity, white bitch getting her just desserts from the two angry women. When it came to hurting a cunt, there was nobody like another cunt to do it. There was something about the weaker sex that made him very uncomfortable. They could hate like no man and they were more vicious than junkyard dogs when they got pissed off.
The men stood by, arms folded, and watched the trio of angry women utterly annihilate their blonde blue-eyed victim. They could see the lump made my Elvira's fat fist as it worked its way up the teen's birth canal, doing her best to damage the surrounding area as she slowly overcame the blonde's resistance. Charlie was on the verge of passing out from the noxious environment created by the emissions that came from the young woman with the hormone problem. A part of Charlie felt sorry for this anonymous corporate puppet who had no prospects for advancement or marriage. Perhaps marriage might not be as impossible. There could be someone around who had a problem with detecting odors and was blind. They'd make the perfect couple. The blonde teen started to imagine what their honeymoon might be like, and that got her wet, as well as stopped her fixation over the terrible odors that came from this attractive woman. She had to admit that if she was in that man's shoes, she'd be doing her as often as she could get hard, and going down on her by the hour while she recuperated for another round of great fucking. She got so into her fantasy that she hardly noticed what was going on in her bowels and pussy.
The anorexic woman made good progress, aided by the knowledge that the previous male explorer had made it to the promised land and lived to describe it. Egged on by her partner, she tried some fancy movements and got the type of response he was anticipating. He might be a bit on the unstable side, but her partner was a smart man. It took some effort on her part, but she managed to spread her fingers a fraction of an inch and in the closed space where she was located, that produced a bolt of pain that crippled Charlie for a time. The black man pumped his fist and screamed out his victory cry. That would show those idiots in corporate who the man was!
Meanwhile Elvira was being challenged by the tough pussy muscle of the blonde teen. All that fucking had made this portion of her insides much stronger than the average whore, let alone those namby-pamby types who fucked less than once a month and made their partners do all the work. When her fellow explorer made Charlie nearly collapse in pain, she felt it as well. Charlie's cunt clamped down on her forearm and captured it in a grip of steel. For a brief moment Elvira went into a panic, before realizing that there were many ways of escaping if she needed assistance. She was certain that the angry black man would only be too glad to pound his fist down on Charlie's abdomen until her pussy loosened enough to free Elvira's hand. Then the teen would wish she had never been born, that was a certainty. Even as these thoughts crossed her mind, the teen's pussy began relaxing and so she soldiered on, moving closer to her goal, the blonde's uterus.
The bony fingers of the skeleton-like woman were beginning to do some damage to the walls of the blonde bombshell's intestine. She had no way of knowing how the bowel would twist and turn, so often she ran head-on into one of the walls and scrapped or punctured it with her fingernails. It was the perforations and the like which sent Charlie into a coma and forced her to be hospitalized for many weeks as she made a slow recovery. With Elvira's fist only inches away from its goal, Charlie went into convulsions, nearly bucking off the hormone challenged woman. Suddenly everyone was going in a different direction and screaming at the top of their lungs for someone to do something. It was then that the two corporate monitors justified their paychecks, stepping in and sending the six sickies off to another room while they dealt with Charlie's situation.
Annabelle and Niles turned white as they saw their ticket to a corner office at Headquarters, not to mention a better parking space and other corporate perks, on the verge of disappearing, along with their current positions. Both immediately put their PlanB into action, which was oriented towards blaming the other for this fiasco while putting them in a much more favorable light. It got more embarrassing when they both dove under the bed to retrieve their microrecorders and grabbed the wrong one in their haste. Annabelle left without her bra and panties. Niles scooped them up as evidence for his claim that she was a spy from another corporation attempting to compromise his position and expose him as being disloyal to the organization. Neither one fully escaped the wrath of the corporation, but that's a tale for later.
( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )
Neighborhood Nympho - Chapter 17
When I heard the whistling and male laughter in the background, I knew the audience was larger than I had anticipated. Then the blindfold was removed to reveal either Teri or Traci comfortably positioned on my chest, while the other twin toyed with my cock and balls. I heaved a sigh of relief to discover that my family jewels were still intact. Part of me also plotted some appropriate punishment for what had been done to my dignity and nerves. Michael was the first to approach and welcome me to the club. I interpreted his reaction as one of relief, now free of the pressures associated with handling the sex-crazed twins. Miriam's poker-face surprised me a bit, while Sally seemed joyful that someone had stepped up to the challenge of satisfying and controlling the twins.
At this point I wasn't at all sure that I was up to the task. Then the twin sitting on my chest shifted her taut, hot body so that her sweet snatch was glued to my face. My tongue went to work without being told and my partner made some minor adjustments to that already dripping pussy, much to the delight of my audience. The other twin got busy sucking my cock and licking my tight ball sack. Now I was incentivized to do my best, making the twin I was eating a very happy young lady. The men cheered me on, while the ladies carefully observed the reactions of the twin being eaten. Then just as I was building up a good head of steam, the girls swapped and I was presented with some fresh pussy to enjoy and stimulate. By now I knew my place and each twin seemed satisfied with what I was delivering.
It was Traci who got off first and she flooded my face with plenty of little girl juice and I happily sucked up as much of it as I could. Sally got into the act, scooping up the rest of the gash goo and fed it to me a finger at a time. Teri decided she wanted to ride the baloney pony before presenting me with more pussy to suck. That was fine with me. Traci decided to get into the act as well, an example of sisterly love. Teri bounced up and down on my stiff shaft until she needed a break. Then it was her sister's turn to keep me hard and on the verge. Her sweet mouth did the trick and had me panting. After another once around the course, Teri plopped her sweaty, juicy twat down on my face and made sure my mouth was locked against the entrance to her love canal, if you'll pardon the pun.
I inhaled that scrumptious morsel of teen femininity and was rewarded with a few squirts of passion in the form of some sweet and salty liquid that had been manufactured deep inside the hot hole I was exploring with my tongue. Sally squealed happily as she watched her foster child enjoying a very satisifying orgasm. Then for my reward she gave me a very passionate and professional blowjob that damn near lifted off the top of my head, as the twins looked on and clapped their hands gleefully at all the cum she dragged from my churning testicles. I was amazed to see the three of them swapping my cum from mouth to mouth before the twins split the diluted mess and swallowed it down, smacking their bee-stung lips with pleasure. At that moment I was a happy man, and any thoughts of Charlie and her whereabouts had flown from my mind.
It was Miriam who announced that the session was over and suggested the ladies leave so the menfolk could discuss matters among themselves. Carl made a poor joke about taking advantage of my new status by initiating me. As he said it, he made some obscene gestures that hinted strongly that I'd be sucking cock and taking it up the ass as well before they were done welcoming me into the family. Thankfully Andrew leaned over and began freeing my wrists, which made me a very happy and relieved camper. Soon the three of us were sipping some whiskey while they took turns enlightening me on the background concerning the Tolliver twins. It was not a pretty story.
The previous foster family took as much advantage of the twins as was humanly possible. For the first few weeks the girls were kept naked and restrained while they were trained to satisfy the family's needs. They quickly discovered that they were now part of an extended family, with almost every branch no more than twenty miles distance from the home to which they were assigned. It turned out that the foster care official chosen to evaluate their progress was keeping company with a young woman who was related by blood to the extended family and lived only a few miles from where the twins were located. At first it was rare if he ever saw the twins, and then only briefly with one of the foster parents in attendance. After a few months, when the girls had been properly trained, he was allowed to use them sexually and he did so every opportunity that the family provided.
Teri proved to be the stronger of the twins and thus she took considerably more punishment than her sister. The family patriarch chose the twins' trainers and they were a cruel lot. They numbered six in all and two were women, probably the meanest of the group. For the first four days the twins had nothing to eat and only a few cups of brackish water each day that they consumed like animals after the first day. Traci and Teri were raped and beaten every day by upwards of a dozen members of the family, including three women who used dildos. After a few days of this treatment, their pussies were too sore and swollen to handle the cocks and dildos that had been pounding away at their immature cunts. Now instead, their virgin assholes were used. Their screams and pleadings for mercy were so loud that they had to be gagged during the rapes that now took place. By the end of the week, Traci was willing to do almost anything to avoid the raping and beatings that took place daily. She was terrified when they warned her that any resistance would mean not only terrible whippings, but sex with the dogs that were kept as more than pets by the family.
To make it easier to complete Traci's brainwashing and devote more attention to Teri, they separated the pair. After this first brutal week, the slim twins were becoming downright skinny. That was when the family's "doctor" was brought into the mix, a failed student formerly enrolled in a foreign country's medical school. He may have been dismissed from the school, but he had made some valuable contacts in the underworld and had access to a variety of dangerous drugs that were shipped to him from overseas without anyone being the wiser. The twins were about to become guinea pigs for this budding "doctor".
The first thing he did to poor Traci was inject her with a drug that made the twin more open to having sex. Unlike most aphrodisiacs, which were highly touted but rarely delivered, this stuff was the real deal. He shot the teen up every other day for a week to gauge her response. He started giving it to her in the arm, then moved to her pussy, giving her massive doses that made her cunt super sensitive to any serious stimulation of that hot, teen box. He deliberately coupled her with both men and women, young and old, to see if there were any differences. There were indeed! When it came to men, there was a direct correlation to age from 15 through 60. The more mature the partner, the stronger her response. To put it bluntly, she loved to fuck! Then her response fell dramatically for partners older than sixty. For women it was stranger still. At a baseline dosage it didn't matter the age of her partner, Teri responded, taking the aggressor role. For larger doses she became passive, but still responsive; enjoying having her pussy eaten or stimulated with fingers, tongues or toys such as dildos and pocket rockets.
While the family sawbones primarily worked on Traci, making good progress, Teri was taking some major league punishment from the nastier members of the extended family. It was meat and potatoes and plenty of it. The young teen was taking one brutal going-over after another, day in and day out. After nearly two weeks of steady beatings and whippings, there was hardly a square inch of her emaciated body that wasn't covered with a bruise, cut, welt or lump from the battering it was taking. Her face was perpetually swollen and lopsided from the punches she absorbed, but they were forbidden to break any bones, for fear that this overt evidence might cause them trouble.
They even invited the foster care official to take a look at the girl to see if her injuries were that obvious. During his visits Teri was given a mother hubbard to wear, along with dark glasses and plenty of pancake makeup to hide the most serious damage to her face. The dress not only concealed what they were doing to her physically, but also hid the fact that they had whittled about 15 pounds of flesh from her gaunt frame.
When they weren't brutalizing her physically, she was being raped in every hole by both men and women. The only thing that kept her going were the drugs the failed medical student kept pumping into her skeleton-like body. He really enjoyed injecting her through the nipples, straight on and dead center was his motto. After a time he graduated to giving her clitoris something to make it grow and throb, calling attention to her sexuality, which she was doing her best to ignore. Teri kept struggling against their efforts to turn her into a mindless sex slave for the family. Finally one of the brighter members of the family suggested that torturing her sister while she was forced to watch, might break her will, and she was correct.
They hung Traci by her thumbs and beat her with rubber hoses by the hour, concentrating on her budding tits, flat belly and hairless snatch. Her twin was strapped to a heavy wooden chair, a thick dildo wedged up her swollen asshole. She cried and pleaded for them to stop tormenting her sister, but to no avail. Thery beat Traci until she was senseless, then raped her lower holes with the hoses. When that didn't break her sister, they switched to sawed-off broom handles that were soon covered with the teen's blood. Teri remained stubborn and so they took her sister down and dragged her into the bathroom where a toilet filled with bubbling filth awaited her. Traci went under repeatedly, as her sister watched impassively from the doorway, still strapped to the chair. The teenager started swallowing the contents of the toilet and soon was unconscious. This infuriated the family members who freed Teri from the chair and began dunking her in that bubbling cesspool. They may have overdid it, but at long last the stubborn teen signaled her surrender.
They were still not satisfied with her response and so they arranged to have her shipped to another family residence where a pack of vicious dogs were kept. Traci was returned to the main family house while her sister was given another chance to submit. She was at the point that further physical punishment would probably kill her. This possibility had already been addressed by arranging for her to be sold to a white slavers organization that planned to use her in one of the more lawless African countries where young white girls were highly prized.
The pack of curs made short work of the starving, totally exhausted twin who made no attempt to resist as they raped her over and over for hours. The session was video taped for sale overseas, which proved to be a fatal mistake for the family. Only recently were they arrested and the family ringleaders, including the patriarch, face lengthy prison terms. Unfortunately the twins suffered both mental as well as physical trauma that changed their personalities significantly. The drugs they were given over a very long period of time to keep them docile and most willing to satisfy the needs of the family, warped their personalities. The family thought it amusing that Traci and Teri developed a physical relationship once they regained their strength and managed to fit into the family circle, even as sex slaves. The teens had no compunctions about showing their feelings for each other. Their sex bouts were taped on numerous occasions and sold to collectors around the world.
Perhaps the most damaging trauma, and one hardly noticed by the family or their friends, who also used the twins to satisfy their sexual needs, was their diminished mental capacity. It appears that the repeated toilet dunkings the twins received over their time with the family gradually reduced the number of brain cells they were able to employ. It is not obvious to those who make only superficial contact with the two girls, but to people who send more time with the twins, it does become apparent.
That last revelation floored me. I was so used to my ditzy wife's nattering, it never dawned on me that the twins might be suffering from something more serious than just a lack of schooling. That put a different complexion on things. Just how much damage were these two goddesses suffering? Would it be fair to have sex with them under these circumstances? How would I go about determining their intelligence? Could I trust any information that the Tolliver family would provide me? Things had gone from strange to bizarre, and I wasn't too happy about this state of affairs. However this was only one part of the problem I would be facing vey shortly. What was Charlie doing, and was she getting into trouble? Had I known the answer to that one, I'd have run like the wind to escape the commitment I was on the verge of making.
( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )
Neighborhood Nympho - Chapter 18
To their credit, the corporation spared no expense in attempting to get the blue-eyed, blonde goddess back to her awesome physical self once more. They still had great plans for her future in the organization. It was not to be; the damage to her insides was of such a nature that they best they could do were repair and rebuild the more obvious damaged areas. Charlie would never need to ever worry again about getting pregnant, that was utterly impossible as a result of the brutal treatment she endured from the sick six. As for her sexual urges, except for her snake-like tongue, that was moot. Once they had done as much as they could for her physical well being, they turned to the challenge associated with the sexual side of her psyche. Various tests were made and the results were mixed.
She had partial sensitivity when it came to her erogenous zones. Some were normal, others abnormally high and still others completely numb to sexual stimulation. It was as if some insane joker had randomly selected levels for each zone that were capricious at best. For example her nipples had utterly no feeling while those sections behind her knees and in her armpits were off scale. Her inner labia were slightly below normal, but the outer set was effectively dead. Her clitoris was a strange collection of dead and live areas, all very small and difficult to locate. Some of the live areas were on the surface, others buried beneath scar tissue and ineffective. The tremendous areas of scar tissue located along the length of her vagina prevented any general excitation. However there were small zones that had avoided severe abrasion, allowing most of them to react to sexual stimulation provided artificial means were employed to reach them.
Charlie still managed to entice sex partners without any effort. The first wave were all male and soon backed away from the one they called "the ice maiden". Her oral skills had not deteriorated, but only blowjobs can soon get boring when the rest of her looks like a porn star but acts like a spinster. They knew their hopes were futile when one of the interns managed to get his hands on a trial sample of an aphrodisiac that was supposed to turn corpses into raving sex maniacs. To guarantee success he injected it into Charlie's clitoris, giving small shots in widely spaced regions under the theory that sooner or later one would turn on her switch. He waited for almost an hour before launching his guided muscle that hit the target head-on. Charlie blinked and remained quiet despite his best efforts to arouse her. If he had access to her erogenous zone map, his chances might have been better, but he never got a second chance. The tape for that evening clearly showed the intern violating hospital policy as well as one of its more important patients. They found him a job working in a brothel located in India and he soon became very popular with the prostitutes, all male, who worked there.
Charlie continued to be an enigma to the hospital staff. Now it was the female members of the staff that took their turn. There were a number of female doctors who had their own ideas about unlocking Charlie's sexuality, but all the standard approaches were dismal failures. You can imagine the frustration if you're a top notch doctor and you have just spent three hours trying every trick you have learned over the past twenty-two years, and your patient begins to nod off while you are giving her a tonguing that you learned in the wilds of Borneo when you spent three months being the sex slave of the tribal chief. The tattoo they burned into your flesh just a fraction of an inch from the opening to your still hot, wet and tight pussy has captured many victims of both sexes, but not this blonde-haired child with the vacant blue eyes.
The only visceral response they could coax from her was strictly by accident. Two nurses had sent the better part of the graveyard shift working on Charlie's dry pussy with no success. These two lesbian lovers had been together for over ten years and they knew all the tricks in the standard and advanced repertoire. One finally got so frustrated that she gave Charlie a roundhouse wallop to the head while her lover was seeing just how far up the patient's cunt she could get her fist. To her amazement the patient's pussy clamped down hard on her arm, frightening her no end. The pair beat a quick retreat from the field of battle and spread the word about Charlie's reaction, without revealing the information about the blow to the head she had also been given.
The tapes never lied, no matter what they recorded. This new information opened up a new approach to improving the patient's sexual response. The two nurses were encouraged to provide an encore performance, but alas it merely enhanced the already strong responses, but did little if anything for the ones that were very weak or totally inert. Just when the staff was ready to admit defeat and guarantee the end of a number of corporate careers, a junior member of the staff stepped forward with a radical idea. She had spent her last year under the wing, among other portions of his anatomy, of the most famous European researcher in the area of human synaptic responses. He had taught her plenty within and outside of his bedroom and she was an excellent student.
She submitted her PhD thesis as well as two papers that had a very narrow audience to demonstrate her theory on this subject had been considered to be possible under certain circumstances. Based on her limited knowledge of the patient, there was a better than fifty-fifty chance that her approach might significantly improve Charlie's sex drive. There was a pitched battle on the subject by the committee, but when the dust settled, upper management decided to give her an opportunity, a very limited one at that, to demonstrate feasibility. Doctor Eliot was about to make or break her reputation at the hospital, but she was already becoming bored with her limited opportunities for advancement. She was young, attractive and good in bed, always willing to sleep with the right members of the staff and allow them to do things to her body that even her former mentor dared not suggest. The prospect of sooner or later having to allow her latest bedmate to watch her copulate with his trained dog made her stomach extremely queasy. Unless she had a breakthrough with this patient, she was doomed no matter what happened next.
Dr. Eliot selected Charlie's ruined clitoris for the attempt to fully restore her sensitivity. The approach was to work with the areas that showed nervous system activity and enhance the fraction of synapses that were electrical in nature. This was accomplished by a two-step process employing saturation of the area with molecules that attracted potential electrical synapses and a subsequent reconfiguration that allowed them to become operational and permanent. Dr. Eliot was under the gun, but refused to be stampeded, knowing that this was would be her only chance at success. Despite the negative reaction of her colleagues to her work, she persisted and within ten days was able to demonstrate new activity in the surrounding areas of Charlie's clitoris that previously were totally passive. From that point on she could do no wrong, and within another month Charlie was fully functional when it came to sexual responsiveness. It turned out that a modified form of this technique also restored "dead" zones such as her labia, which in actuality still had potential by not enough synapses to display any significant neural response. What they didn't know was that Charlie also had a great deal of potential for further growth in her sexual capacity thanks to the added capability of this type of electrical synapse.
While Charlie was being turned into the Bionic Punchboard, I was living high on the hog, except I was doing the porking. Teri and Traci were every man's dreams, but in my case they were real and fucked like bunnies. I was beginning to thank my wayward wife for all the training and conditioning she had given me when it came to sex. Those little fuck maniacs were insatiable and well on the way to doing me to death, when my good friends and neighbors, the Connors, entered the picture with their generous offer. They were willing to take the twins for a few evenings in order to give me a chance to recover and allow them to broaden the vistas of my twin charges. Being no fool I checked out their kind offer with the Tolliver clan and got their enthusiastic approval. It seems they were looking for more than I was providing, and they knew quite a bit about the Connors and the kind of activity that took place at their home on at least one night a week. I was devastated at their revelation, but secretly appreciated the assistance.
That night they were staying home, which meant the Tolliver men were going to be kept mighty busy doing these teen punchboards in every hole. To date, for reasons I cannot fully fathom, their tight assholes had remained unspoiled by my hard cock despite their frequent invitations to enjoy the back door as well as the front. On the other hand I'd spanked those rounded cheeks until they were crimson on more than one occasion and the make-up sex afterwards usually was almost as good as what Charlie would provide on an average day or night. Perhaps the lengthy absence of Charlie from our marital bed was the cause for my reluctance to nail the assholes of the Tolliver twins. Thinking about my wandering wife started to depress me to the point that I decided to track her down beginning tomorrow. Those corporate types had kept me in the dark long enough. It was time for action, I either saw Charlie or filed for a divorce based on desertion or whatever term those fancy lawyers used to uncouple couples like Charlie and yours truly.
Of course I delayed and delayed, hoping that any day Charlie would poke her head into the room and announce she had returned and wanted to renew old acquaintances. Had I known what was happening to her instead, I'd have already filed papers to get the divorce moving. Charlie had been discharged from the hospital and was now undergoing special training at another corporate facility half way around the world. Once that was finished she would get plenty of opportunities to put what she had been taught into practice. If she successfully demonstrated the ability to satisfy a wide spectrum of sex partners, she was to be slotted into the Corporate Morale Division, catering only to the very highest management levels of the organization.
Prior to Charlie's assignment to India, she was to be sent to a relatively small university located on the Indus River in Pakistan. There was one particular department in the school that had attracted the interest of the corporation many years ago. Substantial corporate funds were provided to this unique department to continue various studies and testing that were of interest to the organization. Currently the majority of the funding was being devoted to studies of human sexuality. What better place to send the recently born again corporate employee, Ms. Charlie Dawson? So it was there that she was undergoing a battery of tests aimed at assessing her sexuality and its influence on both males and females. For internal reasons the Osmania group was kept ignorant of the subject's background, especially her recent synaptic rejuvenation.
My sweet, unaffected, sex maniac of a wife would soon be touring the Indian subcontinent, learning their sex secrets in the best way possible. She would begin her education in the best brothel in Bombay, which only the elite, jaded and extremely rich could afford to patronize. The plan was for her to work there and learn from the senior staff members by taking on customers while they watched and criticized her techniques and enthusiasm for the work. Charlie was slated to work a normal ten-hour shift and afterwards receive special intensive training that she could apply to her customers as well.
After two weeks she would be graded and if deemed ready for further instruction, transported to another very exclusive brothel in Mangalore, which specialized in exotic methods for achieving sexual satisfaction. Her training and testing would follow the same approach as previously. From there she would journey across the Indian subcontinent to a location some fifty miles outside of Calcutta for her final training. Rather than work in a brothel she would be indentured to a group of monks as their sex slave, performing any act that they demanded of her and with any type of sex partner. This final portion of her education would be an arduous challenge for one so young despite her formidable gifts.
(To be continued - jethro jodhpur)
Neighborhood Nympho - Chapter 19
The staff at the Osmania University Department of Physical Education had never seen a physical specimen like Charlie. A tall (nearly six feet), blue-eyed blonde with a body that measured 40DD-23-34 was foreign to them, but they quickly learned to love what they saw and measured. Charlie on the other hand loved what she saw as well, a large body of potential sex partners that she desperately needed. With very few exceptions the male members of the department were in awe of this spectacular creature, while the females at first split into two camps. One group looked upon their subject as a threat to the stability of the department and a standard for femininity that was well beyond their ability to match. The other group promptly fell in love with their visitor from another planet and began scheming for ways to join her in bed so they could have hot sex with the blonde goddess.
It was standing room only the first time that Charlie stripped down to essentials. The sight of such feminine pulchritude was unknown to these people. The air was charged with electricity and pheromones that seemed to react to every movement, even the simplest, that the subject made. Every time she took a breath, everyone in the room stopped breathing until she exhaled. The sight of her nipples, stiff as glass, became the focus of every eye in the room regardless of the sex to which it was attached. Her shaved vulva caused a run on razors later that day. Despite the air conditioning, most of the group started to perspire as the thin veneer of civilization began to be peeled away from department members and their guests. It was only the quick thinking of one of the female staff members who swaddled the specimen in a large hospital type gown, thus preventing an event that would have brought disgrace to the department. The reaction to this was as if everyone had been deprived of a toy that was near and dear to their hearts. No one would admit it the next day, but there were many from the department who had experienced fevered dreams involving their new specimen.
The head of the department was a well-preserved man in his late fifties with a curling moustache that was graying like the hair at his temples. He had already decided that this gift from on high would not escape his bed. He might not have been familiar with the old adage: "Be careful for what you wish, you might get it." However by the time she departed, he knew every letter of every word. In his later years all that he could recall from that time was his encounter with Charlie that one evening and how it frightened him to the very core of his existence. He was only one of many who in their later years would tell the tale of how they met and survived the power of the tall, blue-eyed, blonde goddess who came down from the heavens for a brief visit before ascending into the clouds.
Typically he was the one who opened the door to the laboratory; otherwise the security guard would have to use his key to allow the staff entry. Dr. Kahn was astonished to see the door to his department open and nearly half the staff already preparing the new subject for the first test of the day. She had been placed in a straitjacket and chastity belt to prevent tampering with her by some overly enthusiastic staff member. He was the only one with keys to those restraints and made a show of unlocking Charlie from their clutches as the frustrated staff members looked on. During the days that followed, the blonde goddess never wore anything except a hospital gown, usually with the back portion deliberately left open to give the staff members a better view of her fabulous ass as it twitched from side to side in some rhythm unknown to the staff.
Mustafa Kahn decreed that unless the subject was securely strapped to a table or other piece of lab equipment, she was not to be free of the manacles that kept her hands behind her back and effectively hobbled her from running. While Charlie was being moved from one piece of equipment to another she was to be in the company of at least two members of the department. The struggle to be one of her escorts began to cause a great deal of friction between the staff members. It became necessary for him to assign pairs of escorts for each half of the day. Secretly he wished his staff was as mature as the subject of their investigations, and he had more time to be alone with the blue-eyed blonde.
Even the simplest measurement was a revelation. By some miracle or previous mistake in note taking, Charlie was an inch and one-half taller and her breasts were now two inches greater in circumference, having gone from a 38DD to a 40DD. Her skin's surface potential was at the upper limits of their measurement equipment over her entire body. These results were so startling that he assigned two more teams to take independent measurements. They confirmed the original data. Her rest pulse was 44 per minute and blood pressure 95/60. She had 20/15 eyesight, rarely observed in any patient that had come through the department. All this preliminary data gave a picture of a superior physical specimen, like no one that they had ever encountered. Professor Kahn began to wonder if the corporation was giving them some type of trial, but reluctantly dismissed this thought since he had no way to probe the system. His contact had always been the same person at the same corporate address for these many years. Once he had even visited their laboratory, but said little and asked few questions.
It was time to examine the subject's genitals, and so she was moved to the examination table, a state of the art construction that was the pride and joy of the department. Rumor has it that some of the female members of the department were quite familiar with the table, having been "examined" at one time or another by their peers, usually after hours. By the time Charlie was strapped down with her legs in the stirrups, she was surrounded by a large group of the department staff. They were eager to see how she would react to an invasive examination that had been planned for her. Charlie couldn't help but notice the array of gleaming metal speculums, clamps, forceps and retractors laid out carefully on the small platform next to the table.
Her eyes widened and her breathing pattern changed significantly as she tried to imagine what the other group of instruments would do to her insides when they were used. They were white cylinders that reminded her of some of the cocks that had stretched her pussy in the past when she was younger. Being passed from one foster home to another had given her many opportunities to sample the type of pricks attached to the males that often invited her into their beds for fun and games when she was fourteen and eager for knowledge. She didn't understand the meaning of the markings along each of them, but rightly figured that they gave the doctors or whomever they were some idea about how her insides worked. The prospect of having something inside her pussy after a lengthy absence sexually excited her to the point that she began to get wet. The aroma of what she was generating soon filled the room and those around her became uneasy as it began to enflame their loins.
Dr. Kahn was quick to respond to this phenomenon and ordered most of the staff from the room. There were mumblings of anger concerning his directive, but his demand was reluctantly obeyed. Now it was the head of the department and three assistants, all women. A pair of clamps was soon affixed to Charlie in such a way as to give the staff an excellent view of her vagina's interior, which proved to be smooth and of a uniform color. Using forceps he was able to collect swabs of that pristine tunnel from front to near the uterus. By now Charlie was more than moist, she was positively dripping. The aroma now hinted of the animalistic and primitive, not lost on the ladies. All three were well beyond their salad years, but what was wafted into their nostrils brought back thrilling memories of a time when they were much more open to suggestion and even went so far as to revel in what was considered to be forbidden.
Summoning his strength of purpose and character, the department head forced his assistants to help him as he continued his investigation. Very carefully he snipped a very tiny portion of that pink perfection from deep within her vagina and she erupted, nearly breaking free of the leather straps that held her naked body down upon the table. His aides scattered in fear, leaving him to face Charlie by himself. Now the struggle really began. He was already thinking ahead to this evening when he would return to where Charlie was kept and renew their battle, only this time he would be victorious. He decided here and now to give her a taste of what was to come later this day.
Ignoring his erection and the nearly cloying scent her drippings were emitting, he attacked her clitoris. That once pink button had swollen to nearly twice its normal size and was now throbbing rapidly as its color deepened to a dark red. He placed a small clamp around the base of that pulsating nubbin and looked into the contorted face of the blonde goddess. Her eyes were unfocused and perspiration had begun to bead her skin from her flushed throat to the fat blood engorged labia. Mustafa took a deep breath and captured the hot button with a smaller set of forceps and used that as a weapon to tame her. He pulled it taut and watched in amazement as it began to vibrate like a tuning fork that had just been struck by a hammer. Then he twisted it into a contorted shape that brought tears to those staring eyes. After a few seconds of this torment she flooded the table with a gusher of shimmering liquid that seemed to pour from every inch of her vagina. He staggered from the table and thus ended the first portion of what was to become a no-holds barred battle between this physical marvel and the staff of his department.
Dr. Kahn turned Charlie over to the tender mercies of his second in command, an embittered lesbian with connections to the higher-ups at the University. She donned a mask with a special filter to protect herself from whatever chemical their newest subject was issuing from her body. For her aides she picked a woman and two young men who were eager to make an impression. These three would do her bidding and not ask questions. More importantly they would be silent about tests and treatments that were not authorized by the department's head, Mustafa Kahn. Her assistants examined and retightened the straps holding Charlie to the table. She took responsibility for stifling any sounds that might issue from the patient as they continued to evaluate her. Charlie's mouth was filled with surgical gauze and tampons were used to pack her gums. A special tape was plastered across her lips to complete silencing her. To prove its effectiveness, she twisted Charlie's hard nipples and watched her face contort from the pain. It was she who made sure that the clamp on the subject's clitoris was screwed down to its limit. Watching the tears run down the blonde's cheeks brought a grim smile to her face. At least this one wasn't impervious to pain, that was a very good sign. The second in command had ideas for that bloated lump of sex flesh once its blood circulation was reduced to near zero. Then the fun would really begin.
For the next few hours the quartet of Pakis had their way with Charlie, who was at their mercy. They tested the elasticity of her vagina, using retractors and speculums, making sure her limits were reached in every case. This was accomplished by means of small pads that monitored her skin potential. More than once they made them go off scale, just for the pleasure of watching Charlie's eyes leak copious tears. Then they started inserting the cylinders into her fully dilated vagina to measure its width at various points. They were quite surprised at the measurements they achieved. In fact they were so startling that they made them twice. No one seemed to notice that Charlie's pain reactions were diminishing greatly.
What amazed them was the ability of the subject's vagina to close completely once the retractors and speculums were withdrawn. Even inserting a pen, carefully made antiseptic, met with resistance immediately. Yet that tunnel could still accommodate the thickest cylinder with ease. Fascinated by this unheard of behavior, one of the men was asked to don a latex glove and see if he could insert his fist into the subject's vagina. To his utter amazement Charlie swallowed it with ease and even allowed him to move it to the region of her cervix. At that point she clenched her vaginal muscles and prevented him from moving further.
The woman dismissed her aides and settled down to have her way with Charlie's bloated, throbbing clitoris that was a purplish-black color. She began by skewering that fat lump with extremely thin needles, starting at the wide base and working up to the rounded top. As she suspected, the lack of blood circulation had effectively numbed that hot sex button. However it was still being bathed in a thin film of moisture that oozed from the bulk. She took a swab sample to have it analyzed. Charlie nearly bucked herself free of her bonds when this happened. The woman was far from ignorant and quickly realized that the sensitivity of that ball of oozing flesh had been enhanced tremendously by this treatment. To make certain, she leaned forward to within inches of the clit and gently blew on it. The subject responded dramatically, not to the degree of the first response, but still an impressive reaction under the circumstances. A cruel smile broke over her face. She would be having quite a bit of fun with this one before she was finished.
(To be continued - jethro jodhpur)
Neighborhood Nympho - Chapter 20
The return of Mustafa Kahn restored order to his department. The subject that had been sent to him for evaluation was still on the table, her genitals currently blocked from view by the hand and half the arm of the latest member of this staff. Charlie was gagged so that no one would hear her reaction to what was being done to her. Someone had noosed her big firm melons with heavy-duty suture material. Evidently it had been done less than an hour ago since the thread was still visible. Her breasts had grown substantially and were turning purple from the lack of blood circulation. The nipples were crimson and still stiff, but no longer erect, since there was another suture binding them together. To correct for the expansion of her tits, the suture was shortened by the use of a small wooden dowel that could be twisted to keep the tension at the highest level possible, thus making the nipples move towards each other. He couldn't help but imagine his teeth worrying them as the blonde gasped and moaned, pleading for him to satisfy her needs and do it quickly.
He pointed his finger in the direction of the woman penetrating the blonde and ordered the removal of her arm from the subject. Her face grew pale as she complied, pulling her glistening forearm and then fist from Charlie's well stretched vagina, or cunt, as he liked to think of it. It made a squishing sound as it overcame the suction generated by the viscous liquid being generated by the blonde goddess. His moustache nearly quivered as he thought of what he would be doing to this gift from America in a few hours or sooner. Despite that temptation there was his plans for the young staff member. Her smock hid much of her body, but her tits were big and her legs seemed supple. He was curious as to whether she shaved her pussy. Like many men he attributed sexual energy to be related to the amount of hair on a woman's pubic mound and beneath her arms.
He still remembered with great pleasure the first time he took Fawziya. She was plump and plain of face, but eager for his big hard cock. She had a jungle of thick springy hair that acted like a magnet for his stiff prick. Later after he had flooded her cunt with an ocean of sperm, she offered him her fragrant and equally hairy underarms. It recharged his potency in a matter of minutes and he buried his cudgel inside her once more. Their relationship didn't last long because she had another lover who got her pregnant with what turned out to be twins.
Before sending his staff home so they could review their dedication to science rather than lust, he asked if any data had been collected while he was gone. He was greatly surprised to receive a small bundle of data sheets that at quick glance seemed to indicate that this young woman was gifted beyond belief. This only added to his excitement about their impending coupling. He showed his dedication to his profession by postponing his sex bout with the blonde goddess until after he had a better opportunity to evaluate the information that was contained in these data sheets.
With the assistance of two male members of his staff they managed to move the gagged Charlie into her sleeping area. It was while they were putting the chastity belt on the teenager that Mustafa realized that her clitoris was at least twice its original size and had taken on a deep purplish color. Upon closer examination it could be seen that numerous faint marks probably made by a hypodermic needle were in evidence. He glared at his aides and snorted. They paled and began to back away from him in fear. They knew of his volcanic temper and what he could do to their careers. They quickly confessed that they had witnessed some strange tests being performed by his second in command while he was away from the laboratory. To add to the fire they also confessed they had not seen any data generated by her on the testing that she had performed. He listened carefully to their words and offered them a way to escape his wrath, which they quickly accepted. This accomplished, he supervised them as they buckled Charlie into her straitjacket and made sure the chastity belt was pulled as tightly as possible against her bloated labia. He was surprised by the way she reacted to the extra pressure now being placed against the entry to her vagina. She was attempting to shift her hips in such a manner as to develop some degree of friction that obviously could be soon turned into sexual stimulation. This one was clever as well as beautiful.
He decided to teach Charlie a lesson and entertain his assistants at the same time. While he released the tension on the chastity belt, one of the men retrieved a square of emery paper that was typically used to smooth or remove metallic burrs that sometimes were developed within the equipment. He now used it to form a rough patch on a series of small studs that made up a portion of the belt. Watching carefully as he cinched the belt he was soon rewarded by the widening of her eyes as the rough metal made contact with the teenager's very sore clitoris. He toyed with her much as a cat with some crippled bird. He managed to get tears flowing down her cheeks in a matter of a minute or two. Now he magnanimously offered the two aides an opportunity to torment the blonde goddess in a similar fashion. They were overjoyed and soon having a wonderful time making the girl beg with her eyes as they tormented her sensitive clit. Finally Dr. Kahn brought them back to reality and made sure they had not made any errors putting on her straitjacket. He then sent them away and decided to settle down for a time and review the data sheets the staff had provided.
Between reading and analyzing the data sheets plus eating some food he had brought along from home besides his lunch, Mustafa spent almost three hours before he felt the need to relax before his encounter with the blonde goddess. He left the laboratory and decided to take a short walk to stretch his legs and put himself into the proper frame of mind for what was to follow. He had a close relationship with the security guard assigned to his building. Often he had regaled the man with stories of the goings-on in his department. The man could be trusted, having looked the other way on a number of occasions when Mustafa had female visitors to his lab after hours. The department head decided to share the story of the latest experimental subject he was now studying. He could tell by the look on the man's face that his tale was stretching the guard's imagination to the limit. He decided to show Charlie to the man just to prove the truth of what he spoke. The guard was absolutely stunned at the sight of Charlie, even in a straitjacket and chastity belt. He profusely thanked the professor and quickly left the room, making sure that the door to the lab locked behind him. Mustafa Khan took a deep breath and approached Charlie, who was wide-awake and by her eyes eager to begin whatever he had in mind for her.
Mustafa loosened the chastity belt, noting the imprint that the roughened studs had left in her skin. He opened her like a flower, his thumbs holding her labia apart. She was wet, very wet. How could she lubricate so quickly he thought? He received an answer almost immediately as she shifted her hips and thrust her cunt toward him, eager for sex. Despite the discomfort associated with the chastity belt, she had already managed to become sexually aroused, certain that he had come to have sex with her. He smiled and nodded as one thumb began to rub the swollen clitoris to excite her further. For the moment her gag would remain in place just to be on the safe side. Many of his conquests had been quite vocal the first time he had used his rather large cock on them. He was astonished at the size of her love button after only a few moments of foreplay. He stepped back, took a deep breath and removed his trousers. Her eyes followed his every movement. When his half hard prong came into view her eyes widened and she nodded over and over, her way of urging him to begin.
He carefully mounted Charlie and rubbed his hardening cock up and down her sopping wet slit. Her aroma began to fill the air and this only made him more eager to sink his cock as deep inside her cunt as was humanly possible. It was amazing the way her twat enveloped his cock. He was sucked inside in one smooth motion as her hips shifted one way and then the other. Mustafa had never experienced what was happening at this moment. His prong felt as if it were in a vat of warm butter. He made a few tentative moves and her cunt seemed to change in subtle ways to keep a uniform pressure surrounding his throbbing sex organ. The professor pulled back until only the head was captured in that warm, wet grotto. Then he lanced her with every bit of energy he could expend. Her cunt swallowed him up and then spit him out. This only served to make his efforts even stronger. In and out his long thick prong moved almost like one of the machines in his laboratory. A quick glance at Charlie's face showed a woman who was very satisfied. This acted as a further stimulus and his cock seemed to grow even larger and harder. For one brief moment he relived the first time he was in his older sister's clasping cunt as she whispered for him to go deeper and do her faster. That time he lost control and flooded her cunt with his boiling seed, this time he had much better command of the situation.
Charlie was matching his every stroke with a movement of her own. His face was so close that he could lick her eyelids, which he did. That made her cunt clamp down on his cock even stronger. Now it was she as the aggressor and he found himself overmatched. How could this be? He had the upper hand and yet she was winning the struggle. He applied himself more diligently to the task and was rewarded by a more comfortable coupling. Mustafa thought he cold fuck this marvelous creature the entire night and still be in command. It was at this point that Charlie had her first major orgasm. During the session this afternoon while the others were doing things to her helpless body, she did manage a few orgasms that they failed to notice. This one was not meant to be a private reaction to his efforts. Her breathing became ragged, her face grew flushed and those blue eyes narrowed to slits as the orgasm rolled through her body like a tidal wave. Her partner was swept away by the force of her response, but he continued to blindly pound his prong into the cauldron that was her spasming cunt.
The department head must have had a brief seizure of sorts. One moment he was staring into Charlie's flushed face, the next he was on the floor staring up at the ceiling. His cock had softened, but he had no memory of having an ejaculation. It took him a few minutes before he rose and approached Charlie, who was alert and appeared rested. The sudden anger that overtook him came as a complete surprise. He'd show this creature of the demons he was in command, and it would start immediately. Mustafa went out to the laboratory and returned with a catheter. He was less than gentle as he pushed it into the subject's bladder. The other end was clipped, keeping the contents in place. By morning she'd be filled to capacity and beyond, begging for relief. From now until the time she left his laboratory he would be in total control of her. Starting tomorrow she would regret her behavior this evening. Already he was planning who would have the opportunity of testing this creature in ways that were both painful as well as humiliating.
(To be continued - jethro jodhpur)
Neighborhood Nympho - Chapter 21
Mustafa's wife was astonished at her husband's behavior when he returned home. By this time in their marriage she was aware of his indiscretions and accepted them as part of their relationship. At first she thought his paramour, whichever female staff member he was currently enjoying after hours, had not made an appearance. That always meant a gruff response to any question she might ask, or silence. The last thing she expected was for him to suggest that they have sex, something that had become foreign in their relationship. His wife was intrigued by his behavior and acquiesced quickly. Their coupling was rather energetic and lasted for the better portion of an hour. During that time he actually spent time licking her cunt, something he had stopped doing many years ago. She reciprocated, taking his surprisingly hard prong into her mouth and sucking it noisily until he moaned and suggested she mount him.
He hadn't been this ardent in many years and she rode him hard and enjoyed the feeling of his stiff cock reaming out her normally dry as dust fuck tunnel. When he finished there was silence as they both recovered from this rare joint activity. It was afterward that he discussed in almost clinical terms his latest subject, the blonde goddess from America. She was utterly fascinated and sometimes shocked at what he described was taking place in his laboratory, and what he planned for the next few days before she would leave for an assignment for her American masters.
Poor Charlie, she seemed to be going from one bad situation to another. Here she was, her body repaired, no actually improved, and once again she was facing a large group of people who seemed to want to do nothing but make her life miserable. It had all started the moment she offended the head of the department by overwhelming him with her sexual prowess. She had made an enemy that was certain based on the way her bladder felt and the insidious rub, rub, rubbing of her sore clit by the nasty roughened buckle on her chastity belt, which was driving her mad. She shivered in fear and anticipation once she heard the key turning the lock on her tiny sleeping room. It was Mustafa and his face appeared to be made from stone. Charlie was intelligent enough to make every effort not to antagonize the man further. It did her no good.
Once the door swung open, Charlie was confronted by a large group of staff members. Their faces were not friendly; they looked almost animal-like. In her imagination they were licking their lips in anticipation of the meal her body would provide them. She knew all was lost when the professor spoke to his second-in-command concerning what he expected her to accomplish this morning. As they spoke, she smiled and even on occasion reached out to touch him as she made a point of her own. The blue-eyed teenager had been gagged for almost an entire day and her mouth felt and tasted like a desert. This had not been lost on the woman assistant to Mustafa. To add to her discomfort he knew that the subject's bladder was probably full and beginning to become a problem.
Two male members of the staff freed Charlie from the bed and the straitjacket, leaving the irritating chastity belt in place. They escorted their charge over to the examination table and strapped her down so she was staring at the ceiling. The woman in charge followed the professor's instructions to the letter. First she undid the chastity belt, then emptied her bladder via the catheter, collecting almost a pint of relatively dark urine when compared to what she normally provided. Next an IV bag containing urine contributed by some of the ladies from the staff was hung from a stand located out of the teenager's field of vision. Charlie let out a long sigh when the gag was removed from her dry mouth. Alas, it was quickly replaced by a rubber diaphragm, which had an attachment connecting it to the IV bag.
The staff member grinned and opened the valve, releasing the contents of the bag, which flowed into the blonde's mouth. It didn't take long for Charlie to realize what was filling her parched mouth. Her blue eyes got big and she tried to rid herself of the rubber mask by shaking her head. The woman leaned forward and informed her that there were other contributors waiting to add their urine to the bag once she had swallowed its contents. For a few minutes it appeared to be a standoff, as the level of urine in the bag remained the same. When the staff member pinched her nostrils closed it was the end of Charlie's resistance.
Meanwhile others were preparing for additional testing of their subject. As Charlie grimaced but drank the acrid waste product, sensors were being attached to various spots on her naked body. She hardly paid any attention until one smiling young lady capped her clit with a metal dome that was screwed painfully into the surrounding flesh to anchor it firmly. The professor checked the work and smiled happily at his next conquest. Having sex last night with his wife of over twenty years had been out of the ordinary for both of them. Today he would celebrate his revenge for the insult this young American had dared to give him. Perhaps after hours tonight he and this attractive young woman would enjoy each other while the blonde one suffered in silence in her little prison, her bladder aching from the unending pressure of the contents it was attempting to contain.
Satisfied that his subject was properly monitored, he personally reconfigured the table, first tilting the upper portion downward, and then moving the stirrups to which her legs were secured out to the sides. Now Charlie's cunt and asshole were both accessible for any test or treatment he could order. Small transducers were attached to her erogenous zones to act as stimulators. The degree of stimulation for each could be varied from the master control console. Input data was prepared to Dr. Kahn's specifications and carefully checked for any errors. This accomplished, the testing began. They began in the more mundane areas, her armpits and the hollows on her knees. The subject produced response levels that were off scale, but did not induce an orgasm. Her breasts proved more sensitive but the elusive orgasm remained hiding. The hollow beneath her throat produced the first genuine orgasm with the telltale sign of flushing. The strength of the orgasm could be controlled by varying the degree of stimulation, unlike the previous areas. The results were impressive to the point that the test was repeated with similar data generated. As luck would have it Charlie had finished the first urine bag, resulting in a minor delay for another bag of fresh liquid waste to be provided.
They resumed testing, this time her nipples and the breasts. Stronger orgasms were quickly produced and as the degree of stimulation increased, so did the strength of the climaxes. These were well beyond anything they'd measured previously. The subject's blood pressure and pulse rate also began climbing as well. At first this was not something to be overly concerned. Her numbers had only reached normal in the worst case. The power to the transducers was moved up significantly and Charlie began to shake and beads of perspiration covered her body from head to toe. She was in the middle of an orgasm that was a tidal wave compared to the others they'd induced. A few seconds later she squirted, shooting a fine mist of shimmering particles a distance greater than three feet from the source. It was then that she fainted and her vital signs peaked at levels dangerous to her health.
It took only a few minutes to bring Charlie's vital signs back to their "normal" readings. Mustafa was determined to wring the last drop of pussy juice from this creature of the demon. He had them redline the transducers contacting her inner labia and she swallowed her tongue while she rocketed off to a place not known to those who had sent her there. Returning her to consciousness took little time. Once again she had pegged most of the meters when she had her orgasm and flooded the area around the table with that sweet smell that was unlike anything any of these people had ever inhaled. A set of transducers was carefully inserted deep into her vagina, one almost contacting her cervix. This time they made her have a series of climaxes as they ramped the power up. They were very careful to avoid overloading her to the point that she passed out. Dr. Kahn personally ran the test equipment, his face smiling as Charlie squirted herself dry and nearly had a heart attack from all the strain those massive and almost continuous orgasms were creating.
He decreed that his staff take a break before they resumed testing their visiting subject. This time they would finally stimulate her capped clitoris, which was causing her a great deal of pain based upon the look on her face and the way her vaginal muscles were clenching and relaxing. Having been exposed to sexual responses that were beyond their wildest fantasies, his staff was on edge and in many cases eager to pair with a partner, any partner. The department head was not immune to the effects from Charlie by any stretch of the imagination. It took an effort of the will to avoid finding a quiet place to have sex with that young staff member with a big breasts and long legs. In his heart he knew she must have a thick patch of curly hair guarding her musky cunt that meant she was very eager for sex with him. His erection became painful and it brought him back down to earth. He had to show discipline to his staff or they would be overwhelmed by the same forces that were attacking him.
Mustafa Kahn had lost his moral compass sometime this morning. Probably watching his staff members forcing Charlie to click off one orgasm after another almost against her will had sexually excited him more deeply than he thought. In fact he was already thinking beyond the assignation with his youthful staff member later today, planning to sodomize his wife when he returned from his tryst. He still remembered being rebuffed by her on their honeymoon when he attempted it. It had rankled him for many years before he succeeded in putting it out of his mind, or so he thought. For now he was focused on bringing tremendous pain and humiliation to the blonde haired subject. He chose two older women to assist him in torturing Charlie's clit. He knew that the rest of the staff would feed off the sexual excitement that was generated by what they witnessed.
When he approached the table her eyes locked onto him and followed him as he moved into position. He couldn't resist pinching her blood gorged outer cunt lips, which was his way of greeting his helpless victim. He glanced at his watch and was surprised to discover that the lunch period was hours from now. This was good news and meant he had plenty of time to wring her dry. He attached a lead to the cap and pulled to make sure it was secure. Even that movement caused the blonde to wince in pain. To heighten her anticipation he checked the catheter and poked his gloved finger into the region of her full bladder. He estimated that she had already ingested more than a quart of urine, and he planned to have her swallow the contents of at least another bag before he emptied a portion of her bloated bladder.
First he inserted a small egg shaped metal piece and pressed it against cervix. It had a wire attached; the other end was screwed into one of the ports in the console. The subject's cervix had already taken very significant amounts of stimulation and was probably swollen and quite sore. He smiled at the prospect of seeing her react to even more pain and humiliation from this procedure. Another wire was clipped to the cap on Charlie's clit, and it too joined the other already connected to a port in the console. He nodded and the one controlling the console flipped a switch that sent a bolt of electricity through Charlie's cervix and clit simultaneously. Her body rose into the air, straining the straps that still refused to yield to the tremendous force she applied to them. He lowered his hand and the power was shut off. His subject's face was ashen, eyes unfocused and lips turning a deep shade of blue. Her vital signs had changed significantly, but were coming back to stable. She took another jolt, this one with more power and for a longer period. The catheter was expelled from Charlie's bladder by the force of her reaction, and a stream of acrid urine splattered all over the floor and a portion of the table to which she was strapped.
Now Charlie was out cold. Regardless, Mustafa had them give the subject another jolt, a quick one that made her bare body twitch. A mixture of urine and pussy juice co-mingled in mid air before falling to the floor. The metal cap on the blue-eyed teenager's clit had been dislodged by the last jolt and there was blood pooling up from the area around the partially tilted cap. The bleeding was stopped quickly with astringent while the metal cover was removed from the throbbing mass of parboiled flesh. They took off the rubber mask that had funneled the contents of the IV bag into their subject's mouth. It was important that if she went into shock or became unconscious, they could make sure that she did not swallow her tongue again. The teenager's most recent numbers were viewed and indicated that she was recovering, albeit slowly. A transducer was glued to Charlie's clit in preparation for further stimulation of that hot button. Her catheter was installed anew and everything was now in readiness for the next series of "tests".
The first few trial tests showed that everything was working as it should. It was Mustafa who decided at what level of power the transducers would begin to operate. He wasted no time in that matter, giving her clit a dose that made her eyes pop and her clit twitch. The second one quickly followed and it was ten percent greater in power. Charlie's clit swelled as her pussy juices were heated to near the boiling point. The next blast made Charlie's bare body tremble from head to toe, and even before she could recover, another even stronger bolt of power was sent through the swollen lump of oscillating flesh. For the first time she screamed from the pain. Mustafa smiled coldly and gave her even more power the next time, making her voice crack as her clit boiled off pussy juice faster than it could manufacture it. Charlie passed out and swallowed her tongue. The staff quickly retrieved it and brought Charlie back to consciousness with smelling salts. Again she was jolted to the core and reacted the same way. The department head decided it was time to allow her to rest before giving her the next step in this process aimed at breaking her will and turning Charlie into a lump of twitching flesh that would be used by his staff to satisfy their sexual needs.
(To be continued - jethro jodhpur)
Neighborhood Nympho - Chapter 22
While Charlie was being put through the wringer in Pakistan, I was shepherding the Tolliver twins over to the Connor residence for a night of depravity. The more I came into contact with the twins, the more I realized it was a mismatch. These two lived for sex, any kind, anywhere and with anybody it seemed. Tonight was a perfect example; they were dressed or shall I say undressed in clothing that would make the corner lady of the evening proud. They wore white short shorts that were so tight that you could see the outline of the black thongs they wore underneath. It looked as if their matching red tube tops had been sprayed on over their bare skin and stiff nipples. Between the two patches of covering was a vast expanse of smooth, brown skin marred only by a gentle indentation. Both the teens had innies.
More times then I could remember my tongue had probed those indentations for sweat and any foreign matter that might have found a home in those hollows. The twins' ensembles were completed with anklets topped in white lace and matching fuck-me pumps that added a good two inches to their height. To top it off they wore ponytails, their blonde tresses captured by red rubber bands. About the only things missing were white vinyl purses and wads of chewing gum. Their audience would eat them alive tonight, and that was no metaphor.
I felt totally out of place in my loafers, slacks and polo shirt. That made me laugh. I'm sure no one would be even glancing in my direction considering the young, fresh meat I was escorting to the orgy. Marilyn Connor had promised me a big surprise, which made me nervous considering our rocky relationship. We were ushered into the Connor home by Marilyn's leather clad husband. From the way the twins tittered, he was no stranger. Waiting to welcome the twins were a group of people divided between those in leather or bare skin. I quickly found Marilyn who was naked except for a cache' sex that called attention to her fat, shaved pudendum.
Flanking her were two naked, chubby females who looked to be in their mid-teens. They wore garish makeup that contrasted with their pale skin. Both were clean-shaven and had rouged cunt lips and nipples. Their tits were average in size and already showing signs of drooping, making me wonder what kind of kinky things they were into. I'd find out before I left the orgy, totally exhausted and eager to crawl into bed alone and sleep it off. Unlike these folks I had to earn a living by working for someone else.
My hostess called me over and introduced the Larson girls, who would be entertaining me this evening while the adults enjoyed the Tolliver twins. She snapped her fingers and the two chubs slowly turned around to give me a view of their backsides. My eyebrows must have bumped against my hairline when I got a good look at their behinds. They were criss crossed with welts in varying states of healing. Upon closer examination I could discern the telltale marks of a cane on each one's bottom. Marilyn squeezed my hand and laughed at my reaction.
"These two are always getting into trouble either at school or home. Their parents believe in strict discipline and have been practicing it for years, with very little success to date. They have even gone to the trouble of enrolling these troublemakers into a private school run by strict disciplinarians. Most of the marks you observe are from the teachers, but on occasion their father does take the strap to his daughters as well. The girls have one major problem; they are insatiable when it comes to sex. They started as soon as they became teenagers and the younger one fed off the other's appetites. Their parents have lost count of the number of sex partners these two have had, but it must be close to one hundred in total, a rather impressive number for ones so young. Naturally you will be expected to add to the grand total tonight. Their father claims they are quite good in bed considering their age and experience."
I looked as if the evening was not going to be a total waste after all. I could see the two teens looking me over and making little signals back and forth. The opportunity to nail two teenagers despite their less than perfect bodies sounded like a great way to spend the time while the Tolliver twins were turned into two mounds of fuckmeat. I did however want to hang around for a time to checkout what was going down on my two charges. My two new friends wasted little time trying to ingratiate themselves with me. They peppered me with questions concerning the twins. I was taken aback when the younger one, Asta, asked if the twins liked girls as well as boys. Her older sister, Gilla, got a little red in the face at this question. So, I thought, these two go both ways, I'll bet on it. Then I started to scheme to get them to give me a show once I was too tired to nail them any more. Damn! Tonight might turn out to be a lot better than I was thinking when I brought the twins over to meet their fans.
My daydreaming was interrupted by a commotion that broke out surrounding the twins. We walked over to discover Traci and Teri had managed to lose their tops and were currently having their hands cuffed behind their backs. A naked, dark-haired woman in her late thirties came forward and began kissing Traci, making sure that the teen got plenty of her snake-like tongue. Not to be outdone, a leather-clad man in his fifties took Teri's pert tits in his big hands and began squeezing them as the twin gasped and her eyes got wide. Mark and Marilyn ignored their guests' actions, paying most of their attention to the electrical hook-up of the web camera. This one was the top of the line and had been modified in such a manner as to scramble the signal to everyone but those with the proper electronic key that would open a special channel and allow them to observe the activities that were taking place. I remembered a lot of the details from when they were doing my sex-crazed wife on her first visit to the Connor residence.
My two companions were more interested in going upstairs with me and having some fun. I managed to keep them at arm's length with the assistance of a couple who admitted to being their parents. The man pressed a leather flogger into my hand and suggested strongly that I use it to keep his two wild offspring under some modicum of control. His wife went further; suggesting that I take them over to my place gagged and cuffed, then literally whip them into shape if they didn't do as I wished. That was an arrangement that certainly suited me. However I still wanted to make sure that my twins were not going to be mistreated by the group. Thanks to Marilyn, a deal was struck that provided me with hourly dated and time stamped photos of what was taking place with the twins. With that accomplished I took my two sex partners, now wearing cloaks to cover their naked bodies, to my house that was next door to this one.
As I assisted my home entertainment units out of the Connor home, I saw Teri, now naked, being strapped into the swing, while her equally naked sister was being strapped down to what looked like a gyno examining table. According to my count, including Mark and Marilyn, there were ten masked people lining up to have a go at the twins. It looked as if they were in for a long night and then some. I was paying so much attention to that I bumped into one of my new friends and as a reflex grabbed her around the chest and felt her soft knockers flattening out. The blood began rushing to my cock at the prospect that was before me.
The Larson girls were not in Charlie's class and the Tolliver twins made them look like trolls, but they still knew how to fuck and suck. One thing they had going for them was the ability to work as a team. Once their gags were removed they got busy. Let me tell you, having a warm, wet mouth sucking your cock while a hot tongue tickles your tight balls is a sensation that when done properly can be off scale. Evidently Mr. Larson had spent plenty of time teaching them this trick. They confessed it was learn how to pleasure him or face the strap, an easy choice for these two harlots in training. The first photos came in while Asta was grinding her wet pussy over my face and her sister was bouncing her plump body up and down on my very stiff cock. Gilla turned out to be a great fuck, almost but not quite as good as the twins. It was fifteen minutes later according to the time stamp, before I could extricate myself from the meaty presence of the Larson sisters and settle down to take a look at what was happening to the twins.
The very first picture made me catch my breath and start to develop another erection that I'd put to good use. It showed Teri, her eyes glassy, the outline of a thick cock now stretching her windpipe, while her tormentor's hands were yanking the thin leather cords eating into her tit flesh, spreading apart those pert beauties. He was masked and his costume made me think of an executioner. The second photo showed Teri from another view being sodomized by a naked, masked woman with impressive tits. The strap on she was using was even thicker than the cock stuffed down the teen's throat. To add to the blonde sexpot's misery she was grinding a wheel vibrator up and down the girl's thin-lipped slit. On closer examination, it didn't seem that Teri was exhibiting much fright or discomfort. My two fuck bunnies were floored by what they saw and excitedly babbled to each other about details of what the pictures contained.
The next set of pictures showed Traci being kept very busy on the table. A leather clad woman had removed her pants, climbed up onto the table and was giving the teen plenty of hairy pussy to eat. Meanwhile two men, their faces in shadow, had managed to arrange their bodies so one could ass fuck her while his partner stretched her tight cunt from end to end. The hot holed teen's face was obscured by the woman's lower body and none of the faces on the trio were shown due to the angle at which this picture had been taken. The second photo showed just how long the cock in Traci's cunt truly was, as most of it had been deliberately withdrawn for viewing. In the interim the woman had shifted her body so the teen's tongue could begin rimming her asshole. My dick was better than half-hard and so I escorted my two bedmates back into the sack for another go-round.
My soon to be ex-wife, Charlie, was a hard body, possibly the hard body for our generation. Perhaps I got either too much or too little of that hard body. It was for certain that absence made the groin open to suggestion, such as what was happening this evening. In truth the Tolliver twins for all their perfection and imperfections were turning out to not be my cup of tea. It was apparent that Asta and Gilla had a great deal to offer and strange as it may sound, they seemed to enjoy me as a sex partner. Promising to be real bad girls if their handcuffs were removed, they set to work demonstrating what they meant. They quickly took up positions on either side of my prone body and were taking turns jacking me off. Say what you will about hand jobs, they always produce results. They seemed to know just how close they could get a man and then back off to let him catch his breath before taking him a little bit closer the next time.
My pillowy partners also knew how to vary the fun. A few seconds ago my two fuck buddies decided that it was time for me to sample another talent they possessed. Now Asta was jacking my cock into her sister's mouth with one hand and gently fondling my tight ball sack with the other. Gilla on the other hand was alternating what she delivered to my stiff sword; first some quick sucking followed by some fast tongue swirling around the tip as it moved in and out between her tight lips. Then things got more interesting when Asta jammed my cock deep into her sister's throat, nearly choking her. Gilla slobbered all over most of my hard dick as her throat muscles milked the cum from my balls. Now that was a trick Charlie never provided, either out of ignorance or disinterest. Gill coughed up about half of what I had pumped down her throat. Asta was quick to start suctioning the mess from around my mouth and licking the rest from my lips and lower jaw. I was elated and tired at the same time. These two had done well, very well indeed. More was on the way and it was good, very good.
The keep the fires burning, the sisters did a girl-girl number for yours truly that damn near curled my hair. It took al my will power to avoid jumping in when the two did a fiery sixty-nine, exchanging tongues from one hole to the other. The noises that were made when those two started to seriously suck each other's asshole were mind altering. They went from sucking to kissing to licking and finally fingers in their opposite number's cunt then asshole and back again. Then Gilla laid back, folded her arms behind her neck and had Asta lick every square inch of her armpits, not once or twice but three times! Still not satisfied, she had her sister suck her wet pits and then kiss her passionately while their tongues intertwined. That was all I needed to develop another raging hard on and once more we became a threesome.
A rather sweaty Asta decided to sit on my face while her sister sucked my cock back into working order. I hadn't eaten much if any pussy since we started what seemed like a year ago. Asta tasted pretty good for a fifteen year-old who fucked anything that wore pants and ate anything that wore panties. She acted like the tour guide, moving her pussy around to make it easy for me to suck and lick the good spots she presented. Naturally her clit was job one and I did my best to make that little bump grow up and start oozing pussy cream. It tasted pretty good, creamy but on the salty side. My little fuck buddy started to pant and rub her pussy up and down my face, stopping to present a goody or two to be sucked or kissed. I couldn't ignore Gilla's efforts to revive my cock. When she started to nip my cock from tip to bottom and then suck my balls one at a time, I knew she was serious about getting me ready for round whatever it was. It was then that I heard the noise in the background signaling that more pictures of the Tolliver twins and their friends were being transmitted to my place.
It made sense to take a break and see what new nasty activities were happening next door. The first picture showed a wasted Traci now moved to the sex swing and being done in each of her holes by women, including Marilyn Connor, who had taken her asshole for her exclusive use this round. My former hostess had a small tattoo on her shoulder that allowed me to recognize her. Each of the trio was using a strap on dildo that was buried in the twin's twat, throat and now less than tight asshole. It was amazing how the swing could be made to move the twin's body into positions that made it easy for all three of her assailants to be doing Traci at the same time. Then I noticed the cords around the base of her tits, no longer pert, but quite swollen from lack of circulation. I remembered that something like them had already been used on her sister. In the next picture Teri's bent knees were wrapped around the trapeze that hung from a bolt in the ceiling. Her head was located at the ideal height for the two masked men sandwiching her to have easy access to her cunt and asshole. A third man, his face hidden, had wrapped her pony tail around his fist and forced her head back into an unnatural angle, but one that allowed him to face fuck her while his two companions were filling her lower holes with their cum. My little fuck buddies were really boggled by this tableau and talked excitedly about getting their parents to buy one so they could play games with it.
Two more pictures arrived while we were looking at the first couple. Now Marilyn had a firm grip on the ends of the cords digging into the twin teen's tits and was pulling so hard that they looked like sausages. Another woman was pushing her dildo into Traci's asshole, which was so stressed it looked like a reddish doughnut. The third, not to be outdone, was grinding the teen's clit flat with a gigantic wheel vibrator that made the teen's entire pussy mouth look distorted. The Larson sisters were making breathless comments to each other about how much those treatments must be hurting their victim. Looking at these hot pictures was raising my blood pressure and bringing plenty of hardness back into my cock. Unaware of the reaction I was experiencing; the Larson sisters were on the verge of being fucked to frazzle by yours truly. The last of the four transmissions almost put me over the edge.
Teri was still on the trapeze but arranged with her legs wide apart and her head inches from the floor. Standing in front and to the rear were two masked women with their strap ons buried to the hilt in the teen's cunt. It was astonishing just how much that pussy could stretch considering that there were two dildos fighting for space in that narrow channel. To add to her pain and humiliation, a third dildo was buried to the hilt in her loose asshole. Seated on the floor and twisting the teen's neck so she could be face-fucked by her dildo was the third masked woman.
Evidently Teri wasn't handling things as well as they had planned, based on her crimson face and bulging eyes. The Larson sisters gasped at the sight of the twin seeming to be on the verge of strangulation. I was shaking like a leaf in a windstorm, and readying myself for a mad dash to the Connor residence so I could rescue my charge from a fate worse than death, being turned into a living vegetable instead. Almost on cue the phone rang. I was almost afraid to pick up, but I did. I heard Marilyn Connor's throaty voice announcing that all was well and for me not to make a scene over what had turned out to be nothing at all. My heart stopped beating like a trip-hammer and I was able to catch my breath. Before I had time to speak, the dial tone announced that she had hung up. Instead of being thankful, I was angry and who better to take out my bile than the Larson sisters. They took one look and paled, realizing it was not going to be the walk in the park they thought it would be.
(To be continued - jethro jodhpur)
Neighborhood Nympho - Chapter 23
As I returned with my fun pair in tow, my eye fell on a large manila envelope that had been carefully placed beneath the welcome mat with only a small portion exposed. Being a creature of habit, I picked up the thick, weighty wrapper and tucked it under my arm so I could open the door for my teenaged home entertainment units who were most eager to get inside, get naked and get the mini-orgy started. Unfortunately for yours truly, my keen sense of sight picked up the name on the corner of the envelope and even without opening it I knew I was screwed, big time! Without even opening it, I knew what this package contained. Sudenly the two teenagers standing like statues beside me disappeared into another dimension, not to return until I had absorbed the contents of the package.
One of my characteristics that Charlie never liked was my attention to detail. She'd disappear for sometimes days at a time and then return as if nothing happened. Usually after one of these forays, she'd stink like a French whore, need to sleep for at least twelve hours, eat like a horse afterwards, tell me in no uncertain terms that what she did was her business, then ask if I wanted any make-up sex. Like a true cuckold I'd jump at the chance and mentally tell myself that this was just a phase in our marriage as I proceeded to fuck her brains out. Now there I was with more evidence of her failings and scared shitless that the contents would once more provide all the proof I'd need to put this disasterous marriage behind me. With trembling fingers I opened the thick manila envelope and quickly read what Annabelle Larkin had written on the cover page in her own hand. What followed was a series of photographs taken of my wandering nympho- maniac wife who at this moment was being tested at a little known laboratory hidden away in Pakistan of all places.
There were over thirty pictures featuring the neighborhood nympho, AKA Charlie Dawson, my soon to be ex-wife. I thumbed through them rapidly to make sure they were as advertised. In every one Charlie was the featured subject and never appeared to be thrilled by whatever was being done to that awesome body, which now wan't that awesome as when I was porking her along with perhaps another fifty or more mystery partners of both sexes. Whatever they were doing to her was reflected in that once perfect body. It wouldn't be fair to say that she was emaciated, just slimmed down a bit, say about twenty pounds, give or take a few. I'd never seen her ribcage displayed this way, not to mention her now less than perfect tits and a stomach that was either concave as well as convex in contour. Initially I attributed this to a starvation diet coupled with whatever they were forcing down her throat by means of plastic tubing that ran from what looked like a bulging enema bag.
If the dates on each photo were correct, there was more going on than just making her swallow a gallon or more of some strange fluid. I was almost hypnotized by one shot in particular which showed Charlie's entire body, plus her once chiseled face, blown up like a balloon. There were small tubes going into her nostrils, and a larger one shown clearly going down her throat. There was enough detail to also show tubing going into her cunt and bladder. Finally there was a large diameter hose that had somehow been jammed into her rectum. Each tube was attached to a different source of liquid that was being pumped into her. Not only was she bloated beyond belief, it appeared that somehow they had forced a watermelon into her belly. Her eyes looked to be on the verge of popping from their sockets and her swollen face was now a sickening mottled color.
Finally I tore my eyes from this terrible picture to see what lay beyond to assure myself that she still lived and had not been physically crippled. At this point my two visitors brought me back into this world insisting that they needed some of my attention or they wanted to go back to the Connor residence. I had had enough of those sickening photographs for the time being and the prospect of fucking these two plump teenagers until I turned their twats inside out was most appealing.
So there I was getting ready to expose the Larson girls to some advanced sexual activities while half a world away my nymphomaniac wife was being subjected to the torments of the damned. By far I had the better of the situations.All I needed was to restrain Asta and Gilla with handcuffs and march them into the bathroom for some very invigorating water sports that I doubt they had enjoyed previously. On the other hand, it was apparent that Charlie had managed to alienate the professor in charge of the department and his interns, especially the women, if that was what those fiends were. Had I known at the time of her distressing situation, I might have done something,whatever it might have been, to ease her pain somewhat. Then again her previous less than wifely behavior probably would have prevented any support from me, her cuckold of a husband.
Putting the pair in handcuffs proved to be the easy part. Marching them into the bathroom was another cup of tea altogether. Asta started to go off like a siren and her sister didn't help matters much by threatening to have the police arrest me for child endangerment if I didn't let them go free. I was sorely tempted to march them over to the Connor residence in the altogether and let their parents straighten the mess out, while I threatened to have the cops over to save the twins from a fate worst than death. On sober reflection I dismissed this idea as tantamount to committing neighborhood suicide.
My ear drums were beginning to melt from the way Asta was screaming. Why I did what I did was a great mystery, but it worked. Asta went over my knee and the sight of that very close up and very personal plump bottom got me turned on but good, especially with the signs of a fresh spanking or worse etched into those pink ass cheeks. I went to town on the little tramp and to my amazement she started to purr as her ass turned colors from the way I was smacking them. The next thing I knew Gilla's tongue was licking out my ear as she rubbed my nipples to hardness through my polo shirt. Asta's spanking got more intense with each move her older sister made on yours truly.
"Now young lady I believe you and your sister were heading toward the bathroom before you got a little out of hand."
With those words I gave her a resounding smack on that big round butt and listened to her hissing like a snake as her ass absorbed my hand print as a souvenir of our little get together. I could hear Gilla doing her best to stifle her laughter at what had befallen her younger sister. It was just about then when Asta noticed my hard cock poking her in the belly, so low down it almost intruded on her shaved pussy. My thoughts of more water sports for this soon to be teenage plumper were history for the moment. I wanted a crack at that crack and I wanted it now! Her older sister started giggling at the prospect of watching her sister taking my hard dick in her secret place.
How could these almost child-like sex maniacs be so naive about some things and adult about others? Was it in their genes or the result of being raised by parents who were well off the beaten path when it came to matters of discipline and sexuality? How was I to know? Come to think of it, why should I care? That decision now made, I marched my little troublemaker back from whence we came, eagerly escorted by Gilla who wanted to see me do her snotty sister in every hole she had. That was fine with me as long as there weren't any incriminating pictures that might send me away for a number of years.
Asta wanted the cuffs removed to give her more room to maneuver. I warned her that I was in charge and if need be, I'd march her fat ass over to the Connor residence and let her parents worry about her. That threat was all I needed to calm the teenager down. To make things more interesting I suggested that Asta eat out her sister while I spread her ass cheeks in preparation for some serious sodomy. Being a nice guy I even lubricated her butt hole to make ass fucking easier for both of us, especially me. Gilla was all for my plan and she soon had her sister's head trapped between her flabby thighs, mouth glued to her pussy that turned out to be quite juicy. Asta grunted then squealed as I smacked her ass and quickly followed that with an all out assault on her rather tight asshole. This was going to be lots of fun and who knows what might follow?
Her sphincter opened without too much trouble and my cock soon was corkscrewing its way deep into her lower intestine. Gilla's face told me that my invasion of her sister's asshole was being translated to her dripping pussy via her sister's tongue. My hands were now wrapped around Asta's flabby tits and squeezing those baby ballons for all I was worth. The pressure on her tits was translating to pressure from her tightening asshole. That was fine with me and so I picked up the pace and did some roto-tilling of her lower intestine while she grunted and provided some very hot and horny feedings to her older sister's greedy twat. I took a break, pulling out except for the head of my dick that was acting as the door stop to keep her fun parts open for further use once I regained my equilibrium.
It didn't take long for me to recuperate and get back to working on widening Asta's private back channel. On second thought I began to wonder just how many other visitors had made the very same trip I was negotiating this evening. Gilla gave me a thumb's up signal indicating that her sister was truly enjoying this threesome we had fallen into almost by accident. This time around I used the teen's love handles, which were sized ideally to give me a better purchase while I picked up the pace and listened to her gasping. It was beginning to become more like work and less like fun as the minutes elapsed. Now all I could hear was the suctioning of my dick doing its thing and Asta's mouth and tongue turning Gilla's twat into a swamp that was beginning to smell of rotted fish. I decided to speed up the process and finish the job of opening up her back channel for further use before we adjorned to the bathroom for some water sports, despite Asta's resistance.
A few minutes later I deposited a rather large amount of hot cum deep inside Asta's clenching asshole as Gilla cheered me on and teased her little sister about what was to come very soon. This time I gagged the little porker to-be before marching her into the bathroom for a nice big enema to warm her up and make sure my previous deposit was given a decent burial of a sort. For some odd reason I had a pang of remorse concerning my faithless wife, Charlie the neighborhood nympho, or was it just the local tramp. Perhaps I wouldn't have been so cold and callous had I been a fly on the wall of Mustafa Kahn's laboratory/torture chamber, as he and his assistants tried to bring Charlie to her limits and beyond without turning her into a vegetable. Secretly he was hoping to break her will, making my trampy wife useless for her intended position within the corporate structure.
For some odd reason I was aware of the time differential between here and Pakistan, so I knew my faithless slut of a wife was up and about, at least as much as the bonds and drugs would allow. In my mind's eye I could see my whorish wife enjoying the attention of two Pakistani ladies, both naked. It dawned on me that in one of the photographs there had been two women wearing smocks assisting the professor in some terrible test that he was performing on my nympho wife. In my fantasy they were naked, the older perhaps in her early thirties with pendulous tits and large nipples as dark and hard as coal. She was carrying perhaps ten to fifteen extra pounds on her bare body, mostly around her midriff. However her dominant feature was the jungle of thick, black, pubic hair so dense it hid her external sex organs from sight. The other was slim, in her early twenties, with tits that were the size and shape of crepes. Her pubic hair had been freshly shaven to display her surprisingly thick, moist cunt lips and a clitoris that was the size of a walnut.
Of course the tramp was on the gyno table, her bare body strapped down, legs spread obscenely as usual, her cunt and anus on display thanks to the set of retractors. Her normal pink interior had turned scarlet from all the tests, measurements and rough handling it had received. In my fantasy last evening in private the professor, Dr. Kahn, had taken out some of his frustrations on her helpless body. His thick cock had pounded away mercilessly on her weakened cunt that had been pushed to beyond its limits many times during the long day. Realizing that he had only a day or two remaining before sending her on to the next organization, he had also allowed various members of his staff to take out their irritation and anger on their laboratory sex subject.
He had been amused at the way the two sexes approached their subject. The males depended on their hard cocks and strength as their way of subduing this stubborn laboratory subject. The females were much more sophisticated, teasing their subject by not allowing her any sexual relief as they teased and tormented her genitals, but always pulled back whenever she showed signs of being on the verge of an orgasm. Unlike the men who preferred to operate alone, the ladies worked in teams, anywhere from two to five members. Charlie learned to dread the groups of women who naturally knew just where her weak points were, and how to use them against her.
Two of the women were from villages where certain salves and ointments had been used for all sorts of applications, especially those having to do with aiding or preventing pregnancies. No girl over the age of twelve would venture out in the evening without some form of protection from the men of the village who might seek to use her if no member of the extended family was available to handle his needs. Mustafa was amused when such village remedies were discussed by his students. However many of the men had been saved from trouble thanks to these tribal remedies that were passed around among the women including those who had boy friends or were allowing other members of their family to avail themselves when no other females were available.
These two were quite a team, wasting no time in getting at their subject, or was she their victim. The younger one clambered onto the table and soon her shaved pudenda was presented to Charlie's flaring nostrils. Naturally the subject was securely gagged with plenty of cotton and an overlay of adhesive tape to keep it inside her mouth. The older woman meanwhile had produced a small tube of a special irritant that was typically used by females who had just finished having sex, lots and lots of sex, with often a number of eager male sex partners. When inserted properly into the female's vagina it erradicated any sperm in the region almost as if a raging fire had burned everything in its path from the mouth of her cunt to the cervix. However in this case its purpose was only to cause severe pain wherever it contacted. Charlie was about to endure the fires of hell, and there was nothing she could do to prevent it.
The young one repositioned herself so her subject's nose was buried inside the entrance to her fishy smelling twat that was already begining to ooze her juices. Suddenly she was nearly thrown off the blonde goddess, as she was known by many of the women. The older woman, now wearing a latex glove, had inserted some of the irritant into Charlie's twat and stepped back to observe her reaction. It was as advertised. The blonde's bare body strained against the leather straps to no avail, but she nearly freed herself of the other female. For her impertinence she would suffer greatly.
All that fantasy had to be put on hold while I gave my little sex maniacs another turn on the whirligig. First there was the matter of giving Asta an anal douche using a large enema filled with water that was as hot as the faucet provided. I brooked no nonsense from the overweight sex teaser, and she must have known I was not in the mood for any funny stuff. I did show her the courtesy of lubricating the enema nozzle before shoving it into her tight asshole, bringing a gasp from my little bundle of fuckmeat, and a much larger laugh from Gilla. There was a loud grunt from Asta when I opened the clip to allow the steaming water to begin flowing into her lower intestine. Meanwhile Gilla had taken a position that forced her sister to bury her face into her big sister's cunt, which was still dripping from their previous encounter. I wondered just how often these two sex maniacs did each other. Probably as much or even more than the cocks they took almost every day.
Yours truly made a command decision and removed Asta's gag, warning her of the flames of hell if she made too much noise. Then I had Gilla turn, bend over and spread her plump ass cheeks so her sister could tongue fuck her asshole while the hot water enema filled her colon. Asta started moaning and then yelping as her interior was flooded with the enema's contents. It was cause for some interesting reactions to her sister's asshole and beyond. Things were moving along swimmingly if you'll pardon the pun. Gilla was really getting into having her sister's tongue wiggling like a snake inside her tight asshole. It was also getting to me as well, based on the way blood was rushing into my hardening prong. I made a mental note to start cornholing Gilla as soon as the enema was finished and Asta was glued to the toilet seat.
All good things must come to an end, and so it was with Asta's enema. The fifteen year-old teaser was now the owner of a very large and rounded belly that hung over her fat-lipped cunt as if to shelter it from the prying eyes. I'd stuffed a butt plug into her asshole to keep her from unloading the churning enema that was continuously seeking new territory to invade. Asta still had to placate yours truly and so she did, on her knees, eyes wide and staring fixedly at my tightening balls as she sucked my cock until it practically vibrated. I was amazed to discover that Gilla was warming herself up for my intrusion. She was holding her pussy lips apart and strumming that fat clit at warp speed, eyes glazed and her nipples hard as stone. I almost lost my load at this sight, but by refocusing on Asta I got things back on track. A few minutes later I gingerly yanked the bung from Asta's asshole and let her be seated on the throne. It took nearly a half minute before she started to unload. Now it was Gilla's turn to meet the meat monster and that little tramp was more than eager to face the challenge. Things were just about to get better and better for yours truly. As for Charlie, she would have to wait her turn.
(To be continued - jethro jodhpur)
Neighborhood Nympho – Chapter 24
It was now my turn to pounce on Gilla who gave me a funny look that surprised me. In a very small voice for such a plump girl she asked if she could be restrained in bondage to make her feel more comfortable while I did nasty things to her helpless, bound, bare body. Asta broke into giggles indicating that she knew of her sister’s quirk or was it quirks? What had started to be just a lesson or two in the fine art of water sports had now ballooned to bondage as well. Would wonders ever cease? All I had in the apartment was some straps, a coil of clothesline rope and the handcuffs I’d been given at the Connor place. I was certain there were numerous panties still in the hamper getting more rank by the hour, a little gift from my delusional, demented and damned soon to be ex-wife. They should be quite suitable when that time came. I ordered Gilla to stay with her sister while I did some collecting to provide her with what would be my idea of proper bondage for a teenager, the kind who enjoyed having her brains fucked out by strange, older men.
It took some time but at long last I returned bearing gifts for my latest victim. The straps proved to be sufficient to immobilize Gilla’s arms. In fact they caused her to gasp in pain when I cinched them tight enough to begin disappearing into her flabby upper arms. My old boy scout training came in handy when it came to tying her floppy tits properly. First I looped rope around one of her sagging knockers and cinched it until her eyes popped. I did the same with another segment of rope for the other bag of flab, making it almost disappear and bringing tears to her eyes. All the while her sister was grunting and gasping as she voided the contents of the large enema I’d given her.
It took a few half-hitches once I had the two ropes intertwined, to begin pulling those bags of meat apart. I nearly had them poking into her armpits before yours truly was satisfied and my victim was blubbering like a little baby much to the enjoyment of Asta. The next boy scout trick involved making a hangman's noose for her neck that was attached to her cuffed wrists, bending her neck back to its limit. Gilla was about ready to take a dump even before her enema once she realized her situation and its dangers. I couldn't resist making her kneel before me, head held back, eyes practically jumping from their sockets. By then Asta had stopped giggling at her sister's precarious situation, realizing that she was on the verge of choking to death if I wasn't vigilant. It took two pairs of bikinis to stuff her mouth properly before I shut it with some duct tape. Then the fun began and it just got better and better as I put the teenager through her paces.
Things got started with Gilla bent over the tub which was filling with cold water. To wile away the time my cock was worming its way deep into her tight asshole as she grunted and gasped, occasionally trying to escape my grip on her hips still covered with baby fat. Asta by now had cleaned up and was seated by her sister watching and making faces at what was happening. I picked up the pace and now the sound of my thighs making contact with her plump asscheeks started to imitate pistol shots. I yanked my dick free of that dark cavern and relaxed for a time, watching the water rise. It looked as if another few minutes would do the trick. That wasn't enough time for me to unload the army of wigglers itching to make the journey into Gilla's colon, seeking the egg that would complete them. So instead I spanked her butt until it looked sun burned. She wiggled and shook, but my hands were too strong for her flabby, goose flesh.
Without any warning I pushed Gilla head first into the tub of cold water and watched her thrashing about trying to get her head above water so she could breathe. Thanks to the noose around her neck and the ropes and straps restraining her, Gilla failed her first test and took on some water before I managed to roll her onto her side so she could get some air. My poor, sodden porker was already in a bad way and the fun had just begun. I counted to ten slowly as I squeezed those flabby fun bags, mentally reminding myself to tie off those bags of fat with twine once she was out of the bath tub. Once again I blind-sided her, plunging her back under and holding her on the tub bottom as she struggled but lost the battle. Being gagged that way didn't help matters one bit as I kept her under until she started swallowing, gulping a few times before I allowed her to pop up for more air. She looked like a mini-beached whale, hair plastered to her head and skin covered in goose bumps from the frigid tub water. I grinned at her pale face and bluish lips before dunking her for the final time; on her back, eyes popping, her struggling barely perceptable. I counted to twenty before letting her come to the surface and spew water from her nostrils. I tore off the duct tape and fished the musky undies from her mouth so she could regain her senses. I had her now and from here on she would be my teenage fuck toy, willing to do anything in order to avoid another trip underwater.
I dragged her from the tub and marched her into the shower stall for a refreshing rinse as hot as her bare body could take without peeling the skin off that plump, saggy, teenage form. She made so much damn noise that I had to gag Gilla once more, making sure it stifled her and then to add a little bonus I plugged her nostrils using the crotch from another pair of ripe bikinis. I had to admit that the scent of dried pussy juice almost got to me. Back into the stall she went despite her efforts to escape me. I'm no gentleman and proved it by kneeing the plump teen in the crotch when her struggling got a bit out of hand. She folded up and went down to her knees, eyes popping and her flabby body quivering from the pain. The torrent of hot water started hitting her bare body and she tried to get to her feet to get away from it to no avail. She looked like a boiled lobster by the time I shut off the water and allowed her to escape the torture chamber. By then she was hysterical, but things were only going to get more interesting as I included her sister in the fun and games.
The noose hadn't turned out to be a good idea. Her neck was sore and she had problems moving her head without feeling as if a lightning bolt had just hit it. So off came the noose, but the gag and nose plugs stayed in place for the moment. Asta was very interested in what I was doing to her sister's tits. I'd found the twine and was using it to turn Gilla's knockers into sausage shaped funbags. By the time I was finished her tits did look like some kind of roasts all trussed up and ready for the oven. She remained kneeling on the tiled floor while I chatted up her sister who had a shit-eating grin on her face by the time we were finished. Gilla was going to bob for turds and the like while I cornholed her and Asta made sure big sister's head was held firmly inside the toilet bowl. At my command, into the hissing, bubbling, stinking mess went Gilla, free of her gag and the nose plugs, now held firmly in place by her nasty little sister. My cock was making good progress against the resistance of the teen's rectum. For the briefest of moments Gilla morphed into Charlie and I responded with a burst of energy that even impressed me. My dear depraved wife was still in comand at the damnedest times.
Twice I needed to take a break to discipline Gilla, and I was merciless. She set new records for staying under water, not to mention the bruises on her kidney areas from my balled fists. The blow that nearly broke her spine and took out any fight that remained in her personality was caused by her refusal to obey instructions, putting me in a bad light. That never happened again during the extended session we had. For some odd reason ass fucking the flabby teenager started to lose its appeal and so I made some modifications to her punishment. Asta happily agreed to let me ass fuck her and deposit my load inside her rectum. Once this little feat was accomplished, her big sister was going to be given the task of sucking my cum from her sister's asshole and getting every drop or suffer the consequences. To make sure Gilla did as she was told, I stood over her and used my belt to keep her busy at her task. I kept reminding her that she could still be sucking up piss and turds from the toilet. I also let her know that this was a classic water sport, which was a stretch.
The poor dear wasn't cut out for this particular water sport activity as she proved once her suctioning mouth made contact with a mixture of my cooling cum and whatever was lurking in her sister's rectum. I whipped her floppy tits until they ranged in color from red to purple, but she stubbornly refused to take care of business. She had infuriated me to the point that I went over the line I'd mentally drawn before starting their education in water sports. In went her panty gag and on went the tape before I had her bend at the waist, such as it was, over the empty tub and hold that position while I whipped her ass until it bled. She was shaking all over waiting for the first blow, which was quick in coming. I whipped that big, flabby butt until it had every color of the rainbow showing from the way I used my trusty strap. I wondered if this type of punishment might had made my nympho wife change her ways, and dismissed the thought based on the way her mind seemed to work. By the time I was finished she was a shivering wreck, her will almost but not quite broken.
Now she was on her knees, mouth free of that troublesome gag so she could properly lick my balls until they glistened once more. That task accomplished, then she had to stretch her sore neck so her tongue and mouth could lick and suck my cock until it looked ready for action. Gilla then at my request stretched out on the floor, legs parted and ready for my stiff cock to enter her less than virginal cunt for a good thorough fucking. However there was a surprise in store for this disobedient troublemaker, her sister. Asta straddled Gilla's stretched and swollen tits and parked her pussy down on the teen's face, shifting it slightly so it was only an inch or two above Gilla's mouth. She started to beg and cry when I told Asta to begin pissing into her sister's mouth, making sure it stayed open during the entire process. In the event it wasn't I'd whip her pussy until it was so swollen she'd have to be gagged securely to avoid waking the neighborhood when I punched through it to fuck her bowlegged.
I was surprised at how quickly Asta began pissing into her sister's mouth. It was not what I was expecting and it caught me off guard. It was also a shock to see the way Gilla's throat was sucking down the stream of bright golden pee issuing from between Asta's shaven cunt lips. While I watched this minor miracle coming to fruition before my eyes, my cock seemed to be on its own, having separated Gilla's cunt bumpers and wormed its way inside the dark, wet and highly aromatic tunnel. I put my mind to what was necessary and soon I was balls deep in that well used fuck tunnel. I pumped deeper and deeper, all the while watching the transfering of piss from one sister to the other. Once Asta had dribbled the last few drops from her straining bladder I got busy with my task which was to add some misery to Gilla's miserable life. I wonder if her parents would even notice the marks covering the older sister's body. Who knows, I might even get a few more opportunities to discipline these two tramps.
My hard cock went into overdrive and I could tell by the look in Gilla's eyes that she was certainly aware of my hard dick scraping away at the walls of her sloppy cunt. It was time for some serious fucking and so I got up on my arms and began doing push-ups on that plump body beneath me, enjoying the sensation of her hot, wet cunt squeezing against my cock as it motored up and down her slot. It was tempting to bend down and stick my tongue into her mouth until I remembered that was where Asta dumped a full bladder of piss just recently. Prevented from that idea, I put my mind to the task of getting this piglet off in such a way that she'd broadcast my abilities to her teen girlfriends and women who were looking for some adventure while hubby was away fucking some secretary or friend of the family. That exercise did the job and soon an armada of wigglers was swimming up stream in hopes of reaching the holy grail.
When I pulled out of that swampy mess and checked my dick for damage, it dawned on me that my bladder was getting full and in need of emptying. There was the toilet only a few steps from where I was, but perhaps Gilla might benefit more if I pissed into her face, seeing how well my aim was when the target was her wide open eyes. She started struggling once Asta giggled and whispered what was probably going to happen to her before this scene was finished. It didn't take long for me to tape her baby brown eyes open to the limit using small amounts of tape. She started blubbering and for that received a few solid punches to the side of her head. My mean streak got to me and so into her mouth went a pair of bikinis that had just been dipped into that bubbling mess in the toilet. Gilla wold have none of it and fought me to a stand-still until I went after her tits and started to use my fingernails to leave some marks that would take weeks to heal and disappear.
Asta cheerfully held her sister's head steady as I painted her face from brow to chin before aiming for the eyes. It took a few trials before my stream hit the target, but not for long, as Gilla managed to escape her sister's grip for a time. I gave my victim's ears a good slapping that calmed her down long enough for me to get even closer. From my new position her eyes took it at point blank, thus ending the first of what I hoped would be many sessions involving the girls. After freeing her, yours truly and the sisters jumped under the shower to clean up and play a little grab ass, those two certainly having plenty of ass available. They almost talked me into a quickie, but even though the spirit was willing, the body begged off until the next time. In less than ten minutes later I was escorting my charges, still naked beneath their cloaks, over to the Connor residence where I hoped to pick up the Tolliver twins.
From the look on Marilyn Connor's face, something had gone rather badly wrong and one of the Tolliver twins was on the way to the hospital, the other being revived here. Based on what I saw, the other must be on the verge of death. Thank our lucky stars, yours truly and the girls were the only innocent bystanders in the entire room. My guess is that the Connors wouldn't be putting on any fresh shows for quite some time, perhaps never if the Tolliver twin didn't make it. I made sure my charges were reunited with their parents who were in one big hurry to vacate the premises. They didn't even notice that I never returned the leather flogger, perhaps it might come in useful if my wayward wife ever made an appearance.
Returning to my empty nest of sorts, my attention was immediately drawn to the manila envelope and its contents. I made a drink, sat back and opened the envelope once again. Nothing had changed, Charlie was still going through all sorts of tests or tortures, depending on your perspective. Despite all the action that had taken place with the two teenage chubbies, my cock started to get hard as I went from one photograph to another, all showing a very naked Charlie having bad things done to her sex organs and other parts of her anatomy. What also caught my eye was the look on the faces of those doing the various deeds to their subject, or was it victim. Their eyes were almost glittering or dead as sharks. The skin on their feral faces was tight and in some pictures their teeth were exposed, making them look like feeding animals. For moments I felt sorry for what had happened or still was happening to my sex crazed wife. It had been a very busy evening and I was getting tired, sincerely hoping there would be no nightmares tonight featuring my neighborhood nympho wife.
(To be continued - jethro jodhpur)
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