Neighborhood Nympho

                       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)