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Subject: {ASSM} Our Good Neighbor Policy - Chapter 23 (FM/FM/FM/FM/FM, exhib, voy, etc.
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Our Good Neighbor Policy 23


Ken returned with the fresh pitcher of drinks. Ted washed the red
paint from his hands and moved to let Linda scrub the paint from her
hands. Katherine dipped her blue hands into the bucket and rinsed most
of the paint off. Just as Ken began to pour fresh drinks, the latch on
the back gate rattled, announcing the arrival of Carl and Ann.


The gate opened a crack, then Carl stuck his head inside the fence.
"Anybody home?" he queried lightly.

Ken picked up two glasses of fresh margaritas and walked to the gate.
Carl's eyes were wide as he got his first glimpse of the group. "Come
in and join the party," Ken urged as he handed Carl a glass. "We're
playing a little game called Creative Artistry and you're just in time
for round 2!"

Carl, dressed in a loud flowered shirt and a pair of khaki walking
shorts, took the glass and stepped inside. Ann followed close behind.
She wore the same sundress that Barb had seen earlier in the week.
They both were barefooted. Ann stayed close behind her husband,
clutching his waist as she, too, moved onto the deck. Ken held out the
other drink and she shyly took it from him and was compelled to view
her next door neighbor standing naked next to her.

"Grab a seat and make yourselves comfortable," Barb said as she came
over to stand with the newcomers. Carl ogled Barb's pendulous breasts
as she leaned closer to give him a welcoming hug. Then, Barb turned to
Ann and gave her a brief kiss on the cheek and hugged her. Barb then
introduced Carl and Ann to the others in turn. "And, here's Hank and
Katherine, our house guests from out of town," Barb concluded. 
Hank stood and Ann's attention was immediately drawn to the long,
thick shaft between the older man's legs. "Oh my God," she thought to
herself, "I've never seen such a big cock in my life!" Her brief
glimpse made her slightly giddy and she could feel a sticky liquid
begin to ooze into the crotch of her lacy panties.

Carl stared down at Katherine and took in her large nipples as she sat
with her legs crossed in a chair. "What a sexy-looking woman," he
mused and smiled broadly as he took her hand. "Very glad to meet you,"
he half-mumbled finally looking into her eyes. Her eyes twinkled as
she looked straight back at him playfully. "I'm sure I'll enjoy
getting better acquainted with you both," she said coyly.

"I think we should start round two," Ken said. "Will our models please
take their places? We will use the same order as before, but we'll put
Ann and then Carl at the end of the line, so they can get the idea. Is
that okay?" Everybody agreed, but Carl and Ann were silent. The scene
appeared to have them at a loss for words. Carl noticed the handprints
on Emily's rear as she stepped back onto the plastic sheet. Ann
wondered about the heart on Hank's butt. Looking at Linda, she quickly
guessed how the two yellow spots got on his ass cheeks. "I can't
believe we're here and involved in this party," she thought, "but it
is certainly exciting."

It's Barb's turn again," Ken announced. Barb had a very naughty
thought. She would test out her neighbor's willingness right away. If
they were uncomfortable, it would be easier for them to leave now
rather than later. She stood looking at Hank for a minute, then
announced, "I've changed my mind. I don't think the head of Hank's
cock should be red. It should be blue like his balls." Barb dropped to
one knee in front of Hank and grasped his semi-erect penis in her soft
hand. She pushed back his foreskin and glanced over at Ann and Carl,
then slid her mouth over her houseguest's cock. She slurped on the
red-painted head and her tongue licked at the pigment. Within a
minute, she completed the erasure and turned to the blue paint bottle.
Using her hand, she coated his cock head with blue paint, taking extra
pains to be sure it was completely coated. "Oh heck," Barb said, "I'll
just make the whole cock blue!" With that, she used her hand to jack
Hank's cock until the blue paint was solidly in place.

Ken watched his wife's actions while, at the same time, observing his
new guests. Carl's pants now showed the outline of his stiffening cock
and Ann was squirming in her chair as if something was crawling up her
legs. "Ted, you're next," Ken said as Barb rinsed her hand and
returned to her chair. She left the red paint on her lips.

Ted rose and stood in front of his wife and Hank. "Emily, you've been
talking about getting a tattoo or getting your belly button pierced.
Let's see what your belly might look like with a colorful tattoo." Ted
chose the green paint and drew a circle around his wife's belly
button. Then, he added some jagged orange points around the circle and
placed yellow dots at the end of each orange point. "There, how does
that look, gang?"

Emily seemed to blush as the group applauded her new 'tattoo.' She
hadn't even mentioned her desire for a tattoo to her friend, Barb.
"That was supposed to be our secret, you asshole!" she stammered as
Ted moved away.

Next, Katherine decided to create her own excitement to see what their
new friends would do. As she stood, Carl noticed that she was shaved
smooth and has a prominent mound between her shapely legs. He could
feel the pressure grow in his groin as he thought of what it might be
like to fuck this older lady's smooth pussy. Unconsciously, he let his
fingers play over his shorts briefly. "We don't have any redheads in
our group," she said as she bent to pick up the bottle of red body
paint. "I think I will create one out of our female model."
Instinctively, Emily reached up and touched her hairdo, her eyes
pleading with Katherine to change her mind. Katherine had other ideas,
however. She fell to her knees in front of Emily and licked her lips
suggestively. After a quick glance around the deck, she leaned forward
and began to lick the green paint from Emily's dark landing strip of
pussy hair. At the touch of her tongue, Emily spread her legs a bit
wider. Katherine cleaned the green body paint from her thin strip of
hair and those closest could see her tongue dip into their model's
glistening slit. "Oh, yes, baby," Emily cooed. "I think I'm going to
like being a redhead." After a couple of minutes of added licking,
Katherine applied the red paint over Emily's strip and stood up to
admire her work.

The group approved of the sexy show and Emily's bright red stripe of
hair. Ken stayed busy taking pictures of each new addition to their
models. Ken asked Ted to take a couple of shots as he then took his
turn. Emily has a colorful tattoo on her belly, but she needs more
color on her back side," Ken proposed. He picked up the orange paint
and asked Emily to turn and bend over. As she bent at the waist, the
group received a magnificent view of her bare pussy lips from the
rear. Putting the orange paint on his finger tip, Ken drew a thick
line from her pussy, across her asshole, up her crack, and arched it
over her left buttock. He quickly followed with another orange line
along the same route, but arched it over her right cheek, forming a
torch-like figure. Next, Ken grabbed the yellow paint and drew lines
from Emily's ass upward inside the orange stripes. His finger lingered
an extra moment at her tight rosebud each time. Finally, he added
lines in red inside the yellow stripes with dots above them,
simulating erupting lava. "This is to signify how hot and sexy Emily's
pussy and ass are," Ken announced as he helped Emily back to her
standing position. "I think you got paint up my little hole," Emily
grimaced. "Your finger got a little frisky back there, buddy." Ken
just smiled. 

"Did you get some good shots of that, Ted?" Ken asked. "Sure did,
Emily's husband replied. I think they will turn out to be favorites
later on."

Hank stood quietly as Ken worked on Emily's painted tattoo. His eyes
wandered to Ann and he watched her slyly move her hand under the hem
of her sundress. The full skirt kept her covered, but he could see her
hand moving between her legs. "She's getting pretty aroused," he
smiled to himself. "I think they will stick around after all."

Linda was not as brave in front of the newcomers. She opened the black
paint and added a kung fu moustache to Hank's upper lip and sat back
down quietly. She still had her yellow painted nipples from round one.

Al was also a bit more restrained. They had only just met their
neighbors and he wasn't yet sure how to act. He decided to follow his
wife's lead and picked up the black paint. "I think Emily needs a
black belly button," he stated and worked a glob of paint into her
navel. "She also needs some accents under those lovely boobs, I
think." Al drew black arcs under each of Emily's breasts, making them
even more prominent. The black lines called attention to her puffy,
green-painted nipples. "As a final touch, she needs a golden
necklace," Al announced. He used the bright yellow paint to create a
long necklace that came down between her tits and almost down to her
belly button tattoo. "There, that looks great!" Al smiled.

The group's attention turned to Ann, sitting in her chair. It was at
that moment that she realized her right hand was still under her
dress. Ann reddened as she quickly pulled her hand away. "Ann, it's
your turn if you'd like to give it a try," Ken said softly. "You don't
have to if you don't want to." He added. Ann sat still and looked down
at her hands. "Will you let Carl go first?" she murmured.

"Certainly, if you would like that better," Ken assured his shy
neighbor. Ann looked up at her husband. Her eyes seemed to plead with
him to take the lead. "Carl, you go ahead please," Ann said. "I'm not
quite ready."

"Well...sure...okay, if that's what you want," Carl agreed. "If you're
sure it's okay," he added hoping for some reassurance himself. "Yes, I
want you to go first," Ann finally whispered.

Carl stood, trying his best to conceal his rather obvious hard-on. He
stepped toward the two models. They, too, were patiently waiting to
see what would happen next. "Carl, if I were you, I'd take off your
shirt," Ken advised. "It might get even more colorful around all this
body paint."

"Uh, yeah, I think you're right," Carl said. He stepped back to his
chair and unbuttoned his shirt. He put his shirt over the back of the
chair and turned again toward the models. 

"You'd better be careful with those shorts too, Carl," Barb
volunteered. "This paint almost jumps onto clothes." Carl looked over
at his neighbor's nude wife, then at his own wife. Barb sensed a
momentary mental conflict. Carl, hearing no objection from Ann,
unbuttoned his shorts and pulled at the zipper. His walking shorts
fell to reveal his navy blue silk boxers emblazoned with various flags
and banners. Now sporting his underwear, Carl moved to Emily and
surveyed the previous art. He chose the yellow paint and used his
finger to draw a circle around Emily's left wrist. "I think she needs
a bracelet," Carl said. Then, he knelt and put another circle of
yellow around her right ankle. "An ankle bracelet will look good too,"
he added smiling. 

Carl asked Emily to turn around, displaying her rear with the
volcano-like eruption compliments of Ken. Turning to Ken, Carl said,
"I hope you don't mind, but I think your artful creation needs a
little improvement." Bending Emily over, Carl dipped his fingers in
the red paint and inserted them between her ass cheeks where they
lingered a long few seconds. He drew two new lines almost straight up
her backside even higher than Ken's original lines. Dipping again, he
drew red lines to each side of his first ones. Next, he added several
more yellow dots above his new lines to indicate hot cinders flying
from her molten tunnel. "There," Carl stood back from his work as
Emily stood up. He put his hands on his hips, proud of his creativity.
A few moments later, Katherine jumped from her chair. "Look at that,
Carl, you've smeared red and yellow paint all over the side of your
boxers!" she exclaimed. "Here, I'll rinse them off in the pool before
the paint stains them," she added as she pulled his underwear down to
his ankles.

Stunned for a moment, Carl stepped out of his underwear and watched as
Katherine went to the steps of the pool and bent to soak his shorts.
His eyes first went to Katherine's bald pussy lips as she bent over
with her back to the group. Shaking his head, the nude Carl then
turned to his wife for some moral support. Ann still sat in her chair,
her eyes wide and her hand again beneath her sundress. Carl could tell
from the look on her face that she had her fingers deep inside her
hairy channel and was far from complaining about his public nudity.
"Well, I finally get a look at the next door cock," Barb quipped as
she moved next to Ann. Her remark brought fresh laughter and made Carl
and Ann chuckle in spite of themselves.

"I got the paint off," Katherine turned and said. "You want to put
your wet bloomers back on, sport?" she asked.

Carl considered a moment, then shook his head. "Nah, the damage is
done. Actually, this feels pretty damn good."

"Okay, Ann, it's your turn," Ken said as he turned to the only clothed
person on his deck. Would you like to show some creativity?"

Ann quickly looked at Carl, standing nearby stark naked with his
erection in full bloom. He smiled and nodded to her, showing his
approval if she dared to join the fun. "Well, I suppose I should," she
mumbled as she pulled her hand from under her dress and stood. "But I
don't want to get my pretty dress dirty or wet."

Barb was nearby. "Here, Ann, let me unzip your dress for you. I'll put
it on a hanger to keep it nice." Barb didn't wait for a reply, but
simply pulled the long zipper down and opened the back of Ann's dress.
Ann was not wearing a bra. Instinctively, Ann shrugged her shoulders
and stepped out of her dress as it fell off. Barb draped the dress
over her arm as the group observed their new member as she stood in
her lacy panties. 

Ann was thin and lithe, with the body of a younger girl. Her breasts
were small (probably 34A cup) and tipped with fairly large, dark
nipples. Ann was obviously aroused because her erect nipples stood
straight out about three-fourths of an inch. Ken sucked in his breath
between his teeth at the sight of his neighbor's hard, dark nipples.
"Incredible...simply beautiful," he whispered to her.

Even through her lacy panties, they could see the dark patch of thick
pubic hair. Hair protruded from the legs of her panties, and Ken
noticed that she also had a thin line of black hair that ascended
upward to her navel. "You'd better remove your pretty panties too,"
Barb urged. "You don't want to get paint on them." Ann glanced at Carl
and saw him nodding his approval. Ann turned her back to the group and
slowly bent as she pulled her panties down her legs and off. Her hairy
nature extended halfway up her crack and filled the space between her
thin legs. Moisture glistened as she moved to pull her panties over
her feet.

After another moment's hesitation, Ann turned and walked over to the
two painted models. They were already covered in paint and she had to
study each model carefully. First, she picked up the orange paint and
drew a triangle around Hank's belly button. Then, she picked red paint
and painted his toenails. Ann looked up at Hank's large blue cock and
put her red-tipped finger on the end of it. "Like Rudolph, the Red
Cocked Reindeer," she giggled. Ann also painted Hank's fingernails
red, much to the other lady's amusement. 

Turning to Emily, Ann put more red paint on her own lips, planted
kisses on each of Emily's cheeks, then kissed her full on her
red-rimmed mouth. "That's to show you how pretty you look," Ann said
as she turned back to the group's applause. 

"I hate to say this, gang," Emily stated flatly, "but I have to pee
really bad!" 

Barb heard her and quickly retorted, "Well, you can't use our bathroom
while you're covered in paint, so wait till Ken gets through taking
pictures." Ken was already moving about snapping shots of the models
and the group.

"Barb, I don't think I can wait another minute!" Emily exclaimed
excitedly. "I'm about to burst."

"There's a drain just off the plastic sheet," Ken suggested. "Just pee
over it."

Emily first showed shock at such a silly notion, but then the urge
became immediate. She straddled the deck drain with spread legs and
let it go. Seven people watched as a thick stream flowed from between
her legs and splattered on the deck. Ken, meanwhile, continued to snap
pictures of the whole scene. As Emily finished and the last few
droplets fell, everybody applauded her erotic act. "What's the big
deal?" Emily bravely responded as she strolled back onto the plastic
sheet with Hank. 

"Let's see what happens when we mix up our paints," Hank suggested to
Emily. The two models hugged each other and Hank slid his blue cock to
Emily's black painted crotch. They kissed and rubbed their bodies
together in an exaggerated fashion as they used their hands on each
other's backside. When they stepped away, swirls of multi-colored
paint covered them both.

"Hook up that hose, Ted," Ken said. "We'll hose them both down over on
the side yard grass." Soon the hose sprayed the models from head to
toe and the colors did, indeed, rinse off quickly. "We won't stain the
pool now," Hank assured Ken. "Can we take a dip and refresh
ourselves?"

"Sure," Ken agreed, "as long as we can join you."

Everyone hit the pool, signaling the end of the Creative Artistry
game. Carl swam over to his wife, Ann, and held her close as they
kissed and floated about. Eventually, the women congregated on the
steps and the men gravitated to the swim seat in the deep end. 

"Great looking wife you've got there, Carl," Hank said. "Her cute
little tits with those amazing nipples look delicious."

Carl grinned. "Thanks, Hank. Ann's a bit shy because of her small
size, but those boobs and her cute little ass really attracted me from
the beginning. Now, your Katherine has such nice soft hooters, I don't
know how you ever get anything done. I'd love to experience them just
once to compare."

"That can be arranged," Hank chuckled. "Katherine will be very pleased
to let you spend time playing with her ample charms, I'm sure."

Ted spoke up. "That game was just the thing to help get Ann over her
reluctance, Ken. I'm glad Ann and Carl came to help us decorate our
models. And, Carl, I can tell you that my Emily thoroughly enjoyed it
when you added those extra lines up her backside. Maybe we can think
up another game to keep us occupied, what do you think, guys?"

"We could use the same bowls and names again," Ken mused. "Let each
man choose a name from the women's bowl, then let the lady determine
what individual games to play."

"Great idea, Ken," Al replied with enthusiasm. "But if the man picks
his own wife, he must draw again, right?" There was immediate
agreement on Al's point.

Meanwhile, the gals were sitting together talking quietly. "I'm so
glad you decided to come over today, Ann," Barb commented. "I think
the men are even happier about it," she giggled.

"I wasn't sure about it," Ann admitted, "but Carl thought we should at
least visit and see what it was all about. He finally talked me into
coming over for just a little while."

Linda spoke up quickly. "I hope you aren't going to leave now!"

Ann shook her head. "No way! I'm too excited now. I couldn't believe
it when we got here. Then I really couldn't believe that Carl would
actually strip in front of everybody. That got me so excited and wet.
I couldn't tear my eyes away."

"Or your fingers either," Barb chuckled. "I noticed that your panties
were soaked when we took your dress off."

"I should be embarrassed I guess, but I'm not." Ann mumbled. "I've
never been so sexually excited in my life. When Carl touched you,
Emily, I had a climax with just my fingers. That hasn't happened in a
long time. It was just so hard for me to take off my clothes when it
was my turn. My breasts are so tiny, and I'm so hairy down there. I
was afraid that you would all laugh at me."

"Variety is the spice of life, they say," Katherine replied patting
Ann on the arm. I keep my pussy shaved and have for years. Yours is
nice and hairy and that's arousing too. Sometimes, I wish I could
trade my big heavy tits for a pair like yours, and I'd love to have
nipples that stick out like that instead of my big flat pink ones."

"That's right," Emily agreed. "I've got these puffy nipples and the
girls in school used to kid me about them all the time. I was very
self-conscious when I was younger. Now, I find that the men actually
love my puffies, so I don't think much about that anymore. I had a
pretty hairy bush too, until Ted decided he wanted to see me with just
a landing strip. We both liked the look, so I kept it. Barb was hairy
when we first met them. Ted gave Barb her first haircut, remember?"

"That's right!" Barb agreed. "Boy, it felt good when Ted shaved me up
and pruned my landing strip. Ken really likes it and so do I." 

"I'm going to keep my blonde bush for a while, I think," Linda chimed
in. A real blond pussy is somewhat of a rarity, and I like to flash it
sometimes. You should see the expression on a guy's face when he spots
my nest!"

The gals all laughed at Linda's confession. "Maybe I should trim mine
a little," Ann mused. "I'll ask Carl what he thinks when we get home.
I've never seen a 'landing strip' before. They're kinda cute, but
don't they itch?"

"Not if you use some baby oil," Emily replied. "Pretty soon, your
pussy gets used to it and you don't even think about it anymore." But
you'd better wait and see what kind of response you get from the guys.
I think they're all anxious to get their peckers into your love nest."

Ann gave a nervous laugh. "Carl and I talked about that before we came
over today. I was afraid of him getting jealous or something, but he
said he was okay with whatever I wanted to try. He considers this just
a fun adult adventure, not anything serious. I guess I should view it
that way too."

"We had the same kind of discussion at our house after our first
visit," Linda confided. "We had the same fears about each other, but
it turned out that we were both wanting to play, but we just didn't
know how the other felt. I'm glad you and Carl came to an agreement
early. That's best."

"At first, I thought that I would be jealous if Carl touched one of
you. When he painted Emily, I got very aroused. Instead of being
jealous, I wet my panties and had an orgasm. It was incredible. I
can't imagine how it would be to see him actually do it with one of
you."

Barb spoke up. "Unless you leave soon, that is just about what you
will be witnessing. I think the men are making plans right now to take
our little party to a new level."

...to be continued

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