Neighborhood Nympho

                           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)