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Neighborhood Nympho

Part 6

                               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 )


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