0 comments/ 111789 views/ 24 favorites The Neighborhood Nympho Ch. 01 By: lex_ludite Synopsis: Keeping his new bride, a hopeless but happy nymphomaniac, satisfied is a full time job for her harried husband. Candice can't help herself as she seduces and is seduced by everyone in the neighborhood as well as her coworkers, and discovers that many of her new conquests are as kinky in their own way as she is. * Yes, I knew what I was getting when I married Candice. 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 Candice 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, Candice 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 Candice'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 Candice 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 Candice 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 Candice 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 Candice 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 Candice 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 Candice 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, Candice took that as a challenge and acted accordingly. It turned into a contest of the wills between Candice and Marilyn. The first time I realized what was going on was when Candice 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 Candice absentmindly played with her nipples, making those nubbins stiff as ice. Things got hotter in a sense and now Candice 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 Candice'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 delicious cunt 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 Candice 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 Candice 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 Candice 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 sending 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, Candice 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, Candice 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 Candice, 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 Candice'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 Candice was making her international debut. In the second picture Marilyn had lost her bikinis and was holding Candice'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. Candice'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 Candice'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 Candice's tongue was making good progress in satisfying her hostess. The Neighborhood Nympho Ch. 02 Synopsis: Keeping his new bride, a hopeless but happy nymphomaniac, satisfied is a full time job for her harried husband. Candice can't help herself as she seduces and is seduced by everyone in the neighborhood as well as her coworkers, and discovers that many of her new conquests are as kinky in their own way as she is. * The Connors really put Candice 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 Candice 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 Candice'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 Candice'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 Candice she managed to get her to take nearly eleven inches in her poop chute, and when she pulled it out, she claimed that Candice'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 Candice 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 Candice 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 Candice's holes. This in turn evolved into fisting and I'm sure that Candice 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 Candice'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 Candice 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. Candice 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. Candice, 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 Candice 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 Candice, 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 Candice 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 close up. 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 Candice 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 Candice. 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 Candice 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 Candice 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 Candice 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 cuckold 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 Candice 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, Candice 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 Candice 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 fridge 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. The Neighborhood Nympho Ch. 03 Synopsis: Keeping his new bride, a hopeless but happy nymphomaniac, satisfied is a full time job for her harried husband. Candice can't help herself as she seduces and is seduced by everyone in the neighborhood as well as her coworkers, and discovers that many of her new conquests are as kinky in their own way as she is. * 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 Candice'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 Candice 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. Candice 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 Candice 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, Candice 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 Candice. 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 Candice, Nelson was some kind of a savior, a knight in shining armor, and thus worthy of having fresh access to her goodies. Candice 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 Candice 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 Candice 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 Candice's shaved pussy. Candice'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 sperm. It became obvious to the studs that they had done all the fucking they were going to do this evening. However Candice seemed 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 Candice 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. Candice 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 Candice'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 Candice'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 box. 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 Candice, 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 scary 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. Candice 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 Candice 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. The Neighborhood Nympho Ch. 04 Synopsis: Keeping his new bride, a hopeless but happy nymphomaniac, satisfied is a full time job for her harried husband. Candice can't help herself as she seduces and is seduced by everyone in the neighborhood as well as her coworkers, and discovers that many of her new conquests are as kinky in their own way as she is. Ch 04 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 Candice 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 Candice 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 Candice 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 out of their teens, 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 nineteen 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 Candice 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 Candice 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 graduating school 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, Candice 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 Candice 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 tits 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, quadriplegic, totally reversible and completely yours to do with as you pleased. I'd just flipped Candice 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 Candice 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. The Neighborhood Nympho Ch. 05 Synopsis: Keeping his new bride, a hopeless but happy nymphomaniac, satisfied is a full time job for her harried husband. Candice can't help herself as she seduces and is seduced by everyone in the neighborhood as well as her coworkers, and discovers that many of her new conquests are as kinky in their own way as she is. * Sunday morning dawned, and Candice 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 Candice 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, Candice 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 Candice, 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, Candice 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 all over Candice'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 panties she had on, another part of her personality that was uniquely Candice. 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 hammered. 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. Candice'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, Candice 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 tai panty 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 pussy currently available in northern America. They just had to fiddle with the various controls that made the long chair move into various configurations, making access to all Candice's orifices a simple matter of hitting the right button. The restraints attached to the chair were also of great interest. Candice 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. Candice 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. Candice 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 Candice'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 Candice's body with gusto when they had the opportunity. Candice 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 Candice'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 Candice, they hurt like fury when those strips were yanked off. It turned out that the lady in the teensy weensy 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 Candice 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 Candice 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 Candice 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 Candice 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, Candice 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. Candice 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 Candice 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 Candice was having one hell of a time. The Neighborhood Nympho Ch. 06 Synopsis: Keeping his new bride, a hopeless but happy nymphomaniac, satisfied is a full time job for her harried husband. Candice can't help herself as she seduces and is seduced by everyone in the neighborhood as well as her coworkers, and discovers that many of her new conquests are as kinky in their own way as she is. * 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 Candice 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. Candice 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 were 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? Candice 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 opportunity 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 filled her good and proper. There were even more surprises in store for me once Candice 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. 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 Candice would probably be the belle of the ball. Candice 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. Candice or no Candice, there was a fair chance for some action tonight, and that was good. Then looking past tonight, there were going to be opportunities 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 Candice'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 Candice, 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 Candice wound up aiding the person in his recovery. I winced since I knew 'Candicespeak' 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 Candice, 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 Candice 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 Candice'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 Candice'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 Candice and I moved into the neighborhood. Marilyn squeezed my hand and left me to enjoy the tape, explaining that Candice 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 Candice 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 Candice 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. The Neighborhood Nympho Ch. 07 Synopsis: Keeping his new bride, a hopeless but happy nymphomaniac, satisfied is a full time job for her harried husband. Candice can't help herself as she seduces and is seduced by everyone in the neighborhood as well as her coworkers, and discovers that many of her new conquests are as kinky in their own way as she is. * I could not believe my eyes! The first thing that caught my attention was the pump operated penis gag stuffed into Candice'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 Candice'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 Candice'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 doughnut 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 Candice'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 Candice 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. Candice'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 Candice 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 Candice's body. By popular demand there was a brief intermission so everyone could regain their composure. I was surprised to see Candice 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 fully 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 Candice 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 technique as partial mummification, a rather far-out application to keep the victim from interfering with the various treatments that would follow. In Candice'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 Candice'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. Candice'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 another 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 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. Now I became more than a bit uncomfortable watching this woman 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 guys nailing her tight asshole and enjoying the way she shook and shivered. Then I realized that Candice, my new bride and hopeless sex maniac, was only a few years older than the twins, 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. Candice 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 Candice'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 Candice 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. Candice 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. Candice'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 Candice from the rear and opened a tube of some kind of ointment. For this activity she was protecting her hands with latex gloves. Candice 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 Candice 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, let's go back and do an instant replay so the brilliance of what they did can be shown. The Neighborhood Nympho Ch. 08 Synopsis: Keeping his new bride, a hopeless but happy nymphomaniac, satisfied is a full time job for her harried husband. Candice can't help herself as she seduces and is seduced by everyone in the neighborhood as well as her coworkers, and discovers that many of her new conquests are as kinky in their own way as she is. * As I said previously, a line of men had formed at Candice'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 Candice'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 Candice'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 Candice 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 Candice's pussy. Marilyn was on duty when leather man finally pulled out with a nasty popping sound from Candice'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 Candice'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 Candice'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 newlyweds 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! Candice 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 Candice 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 Candice 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 Candice'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 Candice'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 Candice 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. Candice'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 Candice'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 Candice, 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 downright nasty. First she rubbed Candice'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 Candice 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 Candice'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 Candice'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 Candice's lower intestines. By now I was despairing of ever getting another chance to work on Candice'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 Candice 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 Candice's cunt with four fingers, 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 Candice 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 Candice'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 Candice 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 Candice's backside, her husband was attaching some type of diaphragm-like device to my wife's cunt lips. 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. Candice'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 Candice 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 Candice 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 canister. She cradled Candice'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. Candice'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. Candice 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 canister. 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 Candice 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 completely 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 Candice 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 Candice 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 Candice 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 possibility considering our proximity to their place and Candice's hunger for the sexy tricks they were teaching her. After putting an exhausted Candice 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, Candice 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 Candices running loose in this pedestrian world of ours. The Neighborhood Nympho Ch. 09 Synopsis: Keeping his new bride, a hopeless but happy nymphomaniac, satisfied is a full time job for her harried husband. Candice can't help herself as she seduces and is seduced by everyone in the neighborhood as well as her coworkers, and discovers that many of her new conquests are as kinky in their own way as she is. * Getting Candice 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 while I was usually nothing but a spectator or busy trying to get some strange pussy to while 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. It was nearly four in the morning before I got Candice 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 Candice 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 Candice 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 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 bulge that somehow she had caused. I now knew I was in deep 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 Candice, 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 Candice'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 Candice 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 Candice, 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' 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 Candice 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 Candice. 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 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 these nineteen year olds was unbelievable. It gave me pause to realize that technically speaking, Candice, my tramp-whore nympho wife was also barely out of teenage 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 Candice 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 Candice'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 Candice's ability to form a good working relationship with each. Poor Candice 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 Candice 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 Candice. 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. That was as far as Candice could tell me about the interrogation chambers. As I later got the story from Candice, she didn't remember too much about her lengthy ordeal. Candice was removed from this suite on a stretcher, cold and gray-faced, 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. Thus 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 Tolliver twins, plus meeting and bedding all sorts of hot women who figured that if I was Candice'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 out 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 was 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 Candice that this was like the first time all over again, except my mount was more like a Budweiser Clydesdale 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 as 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 Candice, sex had become something different for me. There was sex with other females and sex with Candice, 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 Candice 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. The Neighborhood Nympho Ch. 09 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 on top 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 Candice 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. The Neighborhood Nympho Ch. 10 Synopsis: Keeping his new bride, a hopeless but happy nymphomaniac, satisfied is a full time job for her harried husband. Candice can't help herself as she seduces and is seduced by everyone in the neighborhood as well as her coworkers, and discovers that many of her new conquests are as kinky in their own way as she is. 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 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 Candice'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 Candice, 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 Candice's reaction to the hot water. The two guides stepped in at this point and suggested that Candice 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 Candice was taken down from the hook and escorted by the guides to the carpenter's 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 Candice 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 Candice'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, Candice 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 Candice'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. Candice 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 Candice for very different reasons. The black computer science guy was quite thick which Candice enjoyed, but lacked length, which meant not much of her cunt was stimulated. The balding one had a cock that was much above average in 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 Candice 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 Candice, while the women were limited to a single turn. Candice 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, Candice 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 whip her bottom and the backs of her thighs and legs to shreds with other weapons such as the switches. Candice 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. Candice 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 torment. 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.