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The Loveable Ladies of Libido Lane
(C) by Erotin Thraller
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Chapter 02 - Costume Party

The invitation was from Ann's co-worker.  The invitation said she 
should bring her "significant other" and come to an "Adult 
Costume Party."  Right from the very beginning, Ann was hesitant 
to accept the invitation, but I reminded her that social contacts 
often pay off well in work relationships and especially for 
future advancements.  Finally, she agreed, and there we were.  
Except, suddenly, I was the one having second thoughts.

"Are you really sure you want to do this?" I asked when Ann 
hesitated to at the bottom of the steps.  We were far from our 
own neighborhood, quite removed from Libido Lane, and we were 
unaccustomed to visiting in other people's homes.  Especially in 
costume.

"I think so," she replied, then gathered her long skirt and 
mounted the steps.  Together, we stood on the landing outside the 
door.  Once more it was my turn to hesitate.  "Well," Ann chided 
me, "Ring the bell."

As we waited for someone to come to the door, we double-checked 
out costumes.  Ann had dressed as a witch, a costume left over 
from some age-old Halloween party, and it featured a pointed hat 
and a black blouse over a long skirt.  "I hope this skirt works," 
she said hesitantly.  "I never could find just what I wanted, so 
I cut up an old black sheet and turned it into a wrap-around."  

"You'll be fine," I encouraged, tugging at the gorilla suit I was 
wearing.  I had driven to the home of Ann's friend without 
putting on the full head mask, but now that I had it on the 
entire suit was hot and itching.  "I'm not sure how long I can 
keep this monkey suit on."

Just then the door opened.  But I didn't see anyone.  Apparently 
whoever answered the door had stepped out of sight behind it, 
leaving the doorway open for us to enter.  Ann proceeded 
cautiously, and I followed.  Once inside, the door closed behind 
me.  I turned back to look and was suddenly face to face with a 
lovely pair of breasts ...very large ...and very black.  No, on a 
second examination, I realized they were brown.  Like rich milk 
chocolate.  They were beautiful, and they were very bare.  I had 
an immediate desire to nibble on them.

Above the breasts was the pretty face of a smiling lady wearing a 
maid's white lace cap in her hair.  Beneath the breasts ...my eyes 
seemed automatically to keep returning to them ...was a little 
white lace hostess apron.  Further down she wore a pair of white 
four-inch heels.  That's all.  The rest of her was, like her 
breasts, beautiful and bare.

"That's the first time I've ever been welcomed in to a party by a 
naked maid," I laughed.

"Oh, my word!" Ann screamed softly, turning to look for the first 
time.  "Lisa?  Is that you?"

"It certainly is, Ann.  I'm all here, as you can see!"  She 
stepped forward and gave Ann a welcoming embrace.  "I'm so glad 
you came."  Then, giving me a sly smile, she added, "We're going 
to have lots of fun tonight."

If, by fun, she meant "lots of sex," then I was certainly glad to 
have finally recovered from my penis pain problems.  For the past 
couple of weeks, Ann and I had been trying to make up for lost 
time.  "Just trying to keep you happy," was the way Ann put it.  
And indeed she did "put it" to me, every night, once I had 
recuperated sufficiently.  But that was all very private.  Social 
sex had never been included in our experimentation, and never in 
my wildest dreams had I ever considered it a possibility.  On the 
other hand, here was a beautiful lady, who was for all practical 
purposes completely naked, welcoming us ...and inviting us to "have 
lots of fun."

Ann gave me a sidewise glance as if to say, "Oops!"  Then she 
smiled hesitantly at our hostess.  I wondered what my wife was 
about to say regarding this promised "fun."  She provided no 
clues, and before she could say anything, Lisa continued.

"Ann, you come with me.  I'll show you to the ladies' lounge.  
Marge is there helping the other ladies with their costumes.  I'm 
sure you'll want to get ready before you meet the men.  Marge can 
help with whatever changes you want to make."  She winked at me, 
and once again, Ann gave me a sidewise glance, her mouth twisted 
as if to indicate that we were trapped in something for which she 
was not prepared.  Then Lisa looked back at Ann and said, "Now, 
if that big gorilla you brought with you will just wait here 
until I return, then I'll take him down to join the other men."  

I just stood there in the entryway, feeling awkward as I watched 
Lisa led Ann down the hallway.  Lisa's naked brown bottom bounced 
seductively with each step she took.  With the evening already 
starting like this, then what activities, I wondered, are yet to 
come?

A few minutes later, Lisa returned smiling.  She took my arm and 
said, "The men are waiting in the den.  It's their private 
sanctuary ...you know, men only.  I can show you to the door, but 
after that you're on your own." 

With that, she took my arm and led me away.  I followed 
obediently, which I seem so often to do when women speak.  Even 
so, I was awkwardly aware that Lisa's naked breast was pressed 
against my arm.  It would have been far more interesting had the 
thick fur on the gorilla suit not been in the way.

"The men are in there," she told me, pointing to a closed door.  
"Just go right on in."  She left me standing there, once more 
wondering what we had gotten into by accepting this invitation.

Inside the den, I was greeted with considerable teasing about my 
costume, as the five men already in the room were much more 
comfortably dressed in slacks and shirts.  "You can always spot a 
newbie," one of them laughed.  It took very little encouragement 
for them to get me out of the gorilla suit.  Thankfully, I had 
chosen to wear the suit over comfortable clothes not unlike those 
the others were wearing.  There were introductions, but with the 
circumstances of the evening being as they were, I had to 
struggle to remember their names.  Looking back on it now, I 
wonder why, because I certainly had no trouble remembering the 
names of their wives.  I'll have to think about that.  Maybe it 
will tell me something about myself.

A huge black man stuck out his hand and identified himself as the 
husband of the maid who had greeted us at the door.  "She's 
really cute, isn't she?" he bragged.  I was surprised at how 
readily he invited me to state my appreciation for her nearly 
naked beauty.

Another man said this was his home, and I would be meeting Marge, 
his wife, in a little while.  I was surprised, because I had 
assumed the home belonged to the black couple.  Oh, well, live 
and learn.  Later, I would find that was truly the way these 
parties worked.  The maid was never the actual hostess.  Even so, 
Bill is the one man whose name I remembered.  We would meet 
again.

A rotund, chubby little man pulled himself from his chair and 
thanked me for coming.  "It's always nice to have new people at 
these parties," he laughed, obviously having a good time.  
"You'll meet my wife later.  Her name is Phyllis.  And," he 
continued, "I'll look forward to meeting your wife."  I wasn't 
sure what that meant, but I allowed it to pass without comment.

Bill brought the two other men over and introduced them.  One was 
Chinese with a name I not only can't remember, I couldn't even 
pronounce it at the time.  He was quite small, and he told me his 
wife's name was easier to remember than his own.  She is Kim.

The other man was the tallest in the group, thin and obviously 
athletic.  Bill said the two of them were golfing buddies, and 
they had finally talked his wife into coming to the party.  
Eventually I learned that all the ladies worked together, 
including my wife, and the tall man's wife is the office manager.

Inside my head, lights began to click on.  This was not a 
neighborhood party.  Here was a very select group of ladies who 
worked together.  They all knew each other, professionally ...and 
perhaps socially.  What's more, from the way the men talked, I 
gathered that three of them had been to previous parties.  The 
other two were new ...as was I.

"Well, now that we're all here," Bill began, speaking a bit 
louder to gain attention.  "Marge should be getting the ladies 
ready about now."  As if to accent his speech, overhead speakers 
began to play an exotic dance tune which sounded much like the 
music one might expect during a stripper's routine.  It was bold 
and sensuous, with a pervasive drum beat.  "All right!" Bill 
continued, quite enthusiastically.  "There's the signal.  Let's 
open the curtain so we can see.  Oh, for you who are new, let me 
explain that we need to be reasonably quiet.  What we have here 
is a one-way mirror.  Three of the ladies know it's here, of 
course, since they've been here before.  The new ones do not.  
All of them will use the mirror to see themselves, and we can 
watch them from in here.  Okay, let the show begin."  He pushed a 
button, a motor whirred softly, and draperies covering one end of 
the room pulled back to reveal an entire wall through which we 
could see into the adjoining room, which featured a small dance 
floor.

Two ladies were already in the room.  One was blonde and 
pleasantly plump.  She was dressed in a costume which consisted 
mostly of long strips of fabric, perhaps two inches wide.  They 
were like those old strips of crepe paper with which we decorated 
for parties when we were kids.  These colored strips were not 
paper, but various colors of cloth.  They were attached to a wide 
necklace at the blonde's throat, and they descended all around 
her body.  It was an interesting costume, quite modest while she 
stood still, but when she walked the colored strips floated and 
flared allowing much of her naked body, especially her full 
breasts, to be regularly exposed.  Her only other garment was the 
tiniest thong I have ever seen and, of course, high heels.  She 
bounced and swayed to the music, cruising around the room, 
dancing as if with an imaginary partner.  That's my wife, the 
pudgy little man said proudly.  Her name is Phyllis.

The other lady was oriental.  She was dressed far more modestly, 
wearing a light weight embroidered jacket over a pair of silk 
slacks.  I assumed she was the Chinese man's wife, but I was 
surprised at how shy she appeared.  She seemed only slightly 
affected by the music, and she scarcely moved from her place in 
the center of the room.  She seemed fascinated by Phyllis and 
could hardly take her eyes off her.

After a few moments, Lisa entered, still wearing her apron, and I 
should say, wearing only her apron.  She did an exotic dance 
across the floor, bumping and grinding, allowing her bare breasts 
to bounce and sway seductively.  As she turned, her round bottom 
twisted and twitched in ways that I found erotically inviting.  
Quite obviously that's what she intended, for she certainly knew 
what she was doing.  It was also obvious that she knew we were 
watching behind the mirror.

"Man," her black husband exclaimed softly.  "She really gets me 
going."  After a turn around the room, Lisa retreated through the 
door where she had entered, and when she returned she brought a 
tall lady with her.  This was a statuesque brunette, sedately 
dressed in a blue blazer and matching straight skirt with a hem 
which stopped well above her knees.  The lovely curve of her legs 
were an invitation, and I was suddenly struck with a severe urge 
to see more.  It was obvious she was hesitant to join the others, 
and she seemed somewhat taken aback by the way Phyllis was 
gyrating around the room.  Based on her attire, I assumed this 
lady was Anita, the office manager.  Perhaps she thought the 
antics of a party like this were beneath her dignity.  Or maybe..., 
well, I would just wait and see.

"This is when the fun begins," Bill advised me.  "Ladies by 
nature are so competitive.  They simply cannot stand to be out-
done by any of the others.  That's why we so much enjoy hosting 
these parties.  And that's why Anita looks so frustrated at 
seeing both Phyllis and Lisa expose so much skin.  Because she's 
the Office Manager, she's not sure she wants to be included in 
any competition that involves undressing.  Marge has been wanting 
to get her here for a long time.  And now that she is here, well, 
we'll just have to wait and see what happens."

That's when my wife entered.  She was still dressed in her 
witch's outfit, tall pointed hat and black blouse, but I noticed 
that she had adjusted her wrap-around skirt, shortening it by 
tying it up high enough that most of her legs were exposed.  I 
wondered if that was something Lisa or Marge had encouraged, or 
if Ann was already getting sucked into the competition.

Just then Marge made her grand entrance.  I had met her once 
before at one of my wife's business luncheons, but she certainly 
looked a lot different now than she did then.  Her costume?  
Well, imagine putting a long strip of cloth the width of a 
necktie around your neck.  That's about all she was wearing, 
except it was much longer ...long enough, in fact, to cover each 
nipple.  That left most of her breasts exposed.  The strips 
continued down and under her crotch, then up between her cheeks 
like a thong.  Behind her hips the ends separated again and were 
pulled around to the front where they were tied in a large bow 
just below her belly button.  It was like a monokini, about as 
near nothing as was possible without being totally nude.  

"That's my wife," Bill said.  "She's done it again."

By now it was obvious that Marge, Lisa, and Phyllis were the 
instigators of the party, whereas Anita, Kim, and Ann were new 
tonight.  These latter three moved slowly about the room, still 
not quite sure what to do, whereas the other three danced to the 
music, making quite a show of their skimpy costumes.  With the 
music so loud, probably to cover any sounds we men might make, it 
was impossible to hear what the ladies were saying, but it soon 
became obvious that the newbies were being chided for their 
modesty.

Much to the Chinese man's surprise, his wife was the first to 
succumb.  She stripped out of her pants, exposing her shapely 
little legs.  Her tunic was barely long enough to cover her 
bottom, but short enough to tempt me to watch her carefully.  And 
hope.  

A few moments later, I saw my wife slip cautiously out of the 
room.  She was gone only a few moments, and when she returned she 
was no longer wearing her blouse.  Instead, her wrap-around skirt 
was rearranged into a toga which left one breast bare along with 
her legs.  I couldn't be certain from this distance, but I had a 
hunch that she was wearing nothing else.  Her white skin was 
erotically exposed against the background of the black toga.

"That's nice," Bill said appreciatively.  "She's getting into it.  
Now if Anita will...."

He had hardly spoken when Anita unzipped her skirt and stepped 
out of it.  Her long shapely legs were definitely worth seeing.  
She did a couple of turns around the room, then slipped out of 
the room, as my wife had done earlier.  When she returned a few 
minutes later, I was amazed to see that she had removed all her 
clothing, except her blue blazer.  The jacket was all she was 
wearing.  Wow!   I thought, Her legs really are great!  And I 
sure hope she doesn't keep that blazer buttoned all night.

That's when the Chinese man spoke up.  "I can't believe it.  
She's setting up.  She's getting ready."  

"For what?" Bill asked.

"Kim is going to do a tumbling run."  He smiled.  "Back home she 
was a professional gymnast, and whenever she hears music like 
this she wants...."  He was interrupted as his wife began her run, 
flipping head over heels from the far side of the room, coming 
toward us until she stopped right in front of our "window."  The 
flips had displaced her tunic so that it was gathered up under 
her arms, almost completely exposing her naked body.  Her thatch 
of black pubic hair glistened in the lights, and she smiled 
proudly at her achievement.  We silently applauded.  Then, to our 
amazement, especially leaving her husband in shock, without even 
standing up, she lifted her tunic over her head and tossed it to 
one side.  Then she stood and began another tumbling run across 
the room, this time completely nude.

"I can't believe it," her husband said.  "But I am so proud of 
her."

Kim's performance apparently inspired Anita, for she did indeed 
open the single button which held her blazer closed.  Then, as 
she began to dance, the jacket opened and repeatedly revealed her 
own thatch of pubic hair and two perfectly-shaped breasts.  Are 
they real? I wondered.  Or have they been surgically enhanced?

What was originally dubbed an "Adult Costume Party" was rapidly 
becoming a costume-less party.  A triple-X adult extravaganza.

I searched the room for my wife and did my own double-take as I 
watched her shake her toga free of its folds, then pull it over 
her shoulders like a shawl.  Worn that way, it covered only her 
shoulders and her back.  All her really good parts were 
completely exposed, bare and open for all to enjoy.  Never before 
had I seen her be so daring in public, and at that moment I would 
have given almost anything to take her to bed and enjoy that 
beautiful body to the fullest.

The dance continued, as did the stripping.  Phyllis peeled out of 
her thong.  Then Marge untied her costume and discarded it 
completely.  Lisa, like a good maid, offered to take Anita's 
jacket, and just like that every one of the ladies was totally 
naked.

Bill closed the draperies and said, "All right, men.  My wife 
will give the ladies a speech of encouragement.  That won't take 
long, so very soon they will be coming in here.  I hope you're 
all ready for some real fun."

He moved to the other end of the room and turned up the lights.  
Only then did I see the large round table.  Above it hung a wheel 
the same size as the table.  Several sets of velvet straps 
attached were attached to the wheel.  Bill gave the table a spin, 
and the wheel above was synchronized to turn with it.

"As you can see," he explained, "this is absolutely the best 
roulette wheel in the country."

He was interrupted by the ladies.  They came rushing in, and 
suddenly the room was filled with naked women.  Even Lisa had 
lost her apron, and I noted that she was cleanly shaved, as was 
Marge.  The other four ladies still sported beautiful patches of 
pubic hair.  What was more amazing is that this collection of 
ladies composed a feast for a breast-lover's picnic.  They were 
beautiful.  They were wonderful...!  And they were as excited as 
puppies their first time in heat.

"All right, ladies," Marge began.  "We're going to play roulette.  
In a moment, I'll demonstrate how this roulette table works, but 
first let me explain that the object of the game is to see who 
can make your man come the quickest.  We ladies will be 
positioned on the table.  The men will stand around the table."  
She smiled, "Now get this.  The men will not move.  The only 
thing that moves will be the table.  And you.  There are six of 
you, so the table is timed to move automatically one-sixth of a 
turn every 20 seconds."

Several of the ladies exchanged a variety of questions and 
comments ranging from disbelief to excitement.  

Marge continued.  "Lisa, if you'll help me here, I'll show the 
others how this table works."  Lisa stood beside the table a 
moment, then sat on it and lay backward, raising her legs until 
her feet were up high and all the way back above her head.  Her 
legs were spread wide apart, as if inviting me to stare at her 
exposed vital parts.  Bill fastened her ankles into a pair of 
velvet cuffs with Velcro straps.  

"Comfy?" Marge asked.  "Not bad," Lisa smiled, tipping her head 
forward to peer at her naked body.  All her sexual equipment was 
completely open for us all to see.  Not only that, her spread 
pussy was available to any man who stepped up to the table.  No 
wonder Bill called it the best roulette table in the country.

"There's a place here for each of you ladies, so please take your 
place on the wheel.  Assume the position.  Then, when everyone is 
ready, your man will insert his ...well, you know.  After that, you 
will have 20 seconds to make your man come, so be active and do 
your best."  She smiled, "I'm sure you all know what I mean.  
When the 20 seconds have passed, however, the wheel will turn.  
That will disengage you from the man who is in you, and the next 
man will enter you."

Bill interrupted Marge at this point and said, "There's a prize, 
ladies, for the first one of you to bring a man to climax.  
Remember that each of you bought a $50 ticket to come tonight.  
Half of that will go to the winning lady."

"Do the men get the other half?" the Chinese man asked. 

"Sorry," Marge replied.  "It pays for the food and drinks we'll 
serve later on."

"There is, however, a prize the men can compete for," Bill said 
laughing.  "So, fellows, you need to hold out as long as you 
can."  He paused while the guys expressed their curiosity, and 
then he announced, "The game will continue until all but one man 
has climaxed.  When there is only one man remaining who has not 
shot his wad, all the ladies will be released from the table.  
That man will then be serviced by all the ladies in whatever way 
they desire until he, shall we say, completes his assignment.  
Gentlemen, that should be an experience well worth holding out 
for."

"Well, my friends, that is how it works," Marge continued.  "So, 
if any of you are not interested, or just plain don't want to 
participate, this is the time right now for you to leave."

I looked at Ann, expecting her to signal me that she wanted out.  
After all, we had never even talked about including anyone else 
in our sex games.  All through our marriage, we had both been 
passionately (I think that's the proper word) committed to each 
other.  Nor had we ever discussed our own personal sexual 
activity prior to meeting each other.  So the idea, on just a 
whim for each of us to have sex with five different people, was 
not something to take lightly.  I wasn't sure how I felt, and I 
was certain Ann would opt out.

Wrong!  Without even looking at me, she slid into position on the 
table.  Marge strapped her ankles in place, and there she was, my 
wife, naked and exposed to all eyes and, by her own volition, she 
was inviting every man present to screw her.

After that, the scene became so erotic that I just stood and 
stared.  Kim could hardly wait to take her place on the wheel, 
much to her husband's surprise.  Phyllis spilled her chubby 
curves on to the table and raised her legs.  Anita was more 
cautious, but after a nod from her husband, she sat in her place, 
leaned back and slowly spread her legs.  Finally, Marge, who had 
assisted each of the other ladies, assumed her position, and her 
husband strapped her into place.

"Well," Bill smiled, "I suggest we get naked so the fun can 
begin."  

Stripping off our clothing took far less time than I thought 
possible.  In a matter of moments the six of us were ready.  And 
we were all very obviously hard.  The ladies complained loudly at 
not being able to see what they were about to receive.

"To begin," Bill instructed, "each of us is to stand at the table 
in front our own wife."  To do so, we all moved into position.  
"Now," he continued, "just for practice, step forward and enter 
your wife."  

Ann gave a little giggle as I slid inside her.  She was 
surprisingly wet, and it was obvious that she was already quite 
erotically turned on.  

"Now, are there any last questions before we begin?"

None of us wanted to delay the action with needless talk, so Bill 
pressed a button on a switch hanging from the ceiling.  I 
expected my wife to move, but instead it was the table.  It made 
an immediate turn, and just like that Ann was gone and the lady 
in front of me, spreading herself to receive my erection, was 
Marge.  

"Get that thing in me!" she ordered.  "I want to see what Ann is 
always bragging about."

With no further hesitation, I plunged in.  Marge was also moist 
and ready, but there was time for only three or four plunges deep 
inside her before the table turned again.  As Marge's body moved 
away, my member was pulled free, and a moment later Anita's furry 
crotch was extended toward me.  This is one I'm really going to 
enjoy, I said to myself as I thrust into the office manager's 
furry snatch.  She was tight and firm, so much that her grip held 
on, almost pulling me with her, when the table began its next 
turn.  

By then I was beginning to understand how there was both joy and 
the frustration of the 20-second rule.  The time was just long 
enough to get the feel of intimacy, but not long enough to 
approach satisfaction.  The repeated interruptions prevented any 
sudden ejaculation.  It also promised that, unless something 
intervened, we would each have several encounters with each lady.

After Anita, I was deep inside Phyllis.  In spite of her chubby 
figure, she was quite active, and I'm sure I would have come 
quickly inside her, had the table not moved when it did.  Then I 
was inside tiny little Kim.  She was athletic through and 
through, and she had muscle control that I never knew existed.  I 
felt her muscles ripple up and down my member without my even 
moving.  It was such an exotic experience that this time I really 
resented having the table turn.

My anger was almost immediately suppressed, however, because Lisa 
was like a tiger.  She took full advantage of the straps holding 
her legs high, using them as leverage to lift her hips and grind 
her pelvis into me.  I'm still not sure if I slid into her, or if 
she slid forward and pulled me in.  What a ride!  What variety 
these six ladies provided.  I was in heaven.  And then, before I 
realized it, I was home.  "Hi, honey," my wife purred as I 
pressed my erection deep into her.  This time she was even more 
moist and slippery.  Why not?  She had been impaled by five other 
men since my initial insertion inside her.  She had been as busy 
as I.  We were going to have a lot to talk about when we got 
home.

And then Marge was back again, thrusting and squeezing.  Anita 
was more active this time, as if she was really getting into the 
game.  Phyllis was on the verge of her own orgasm when I entered 
her.  "Oh, this is better than I ever get at home," she 
whispered.  Then Kim was bouncing happily against me, not shy in 
the least as she stroked me with her erotic muscles.  Lisa 
pressed against me firmly, still active and apparently not 
missing a beat in her own enjoyment when men changed within her.  
Ann was silent this time when I entered her, and I noticed she 
was biting her lower lip.  She was already in the beginning stage 
of her impending orgasm, so when the table moved again I heard 
her whisper, "Damn!"  Then Marge.  Anita.

"Folks, we have a winner," Bill announced.  The table did not 
stop its syncopated turns, but Phyllis' chubby husband stepped 
back from the table, his erection dripping.  "Congratulations, 
Lisa," Bill was saying.  "Looks like you win tonight's jackpot."

"Good," she laughed.  "I can always use an extra $75."

When the table turned again, I heard my wife call, "Hey, what 
about me?  I'm dying here!"  Then I realized we were short one 
man, which meant one of the women would have a 20-second recess 
on each round.  Then the Chinese man exploded, much to Lisa's 
enjoyment, which meant she had just brought her second man to 
climax in less than a minute.  My wife then had a 40-second 
recess before Anita's husband was there to take her.  

By that time I was back with Kim, thoroughly enjoying myself.  
Then Lisa.  She did her best to make me come, but I was 
determined to give myself to my wife.  When I entered Ann, I 
realized she still had not had her climax.  The 40-second pause 
in each round had broken her rhythm.  She struggled to catch up, 
and so did I, but the table turned too soon.  Then the tall guy 
dropped out, apparently caught up in Phyllis' orgasmic thrusts.  
During the pause, Bill came too, giving Anita the full burst of 
his sperm.  The table continued its syncopated turns.  This time 
when I plunged into Kim, I could no longer hold on.  She drained 
me so thoroughly that I knew it would be the next day before I 
could muster any repeat performance.

Lisa's husband, the big black guy, was the winner.  He was ready 
and obviously able to handle whatever was going to be his reward.  
"Now what?" he asked, grinning broadly.

Grabbing his erection firmly in her hand, Lisa led her husband 
across the room where she pushed him to the floor.  "Here he is, 
girls," she announced.  "See how miserable you can make him."

Almost immediately, Marge had his huge erection in her mouth and 
was sucking him noisily.  Phyllis knelt beside her, and when 
Marge came up for air she took over for Marge and continued the 
blow job.  After all the changes in partners on the wheel, the 
black man seemed ready for some serious sex.  His expression 
indicated he was really getting into the action these two ladies 
were giving him.

Suddenly, Kim was there.  "Move over, girls," she ordered.  "He 
has the biggest package here, and my equipment is smaller than 
any of yours.  I want him in me when he comes!"

"I don't believe this," her husband declared.  "An hour ago, I 
would never have dreamed she would be so... so..."

"Such a slut?" Bill suggested.

"Yes, isn't she a turn on!" her husband declared.  "When I get 
her home, she's going to have to treat me different than she ever 
has before."

"I think that goes for all of us," the tall man agreed, giving 
his wife a squeeze.  She snuggled her naked body against his, and 
I thought for a moment they were going to join the action on the 
floor.

Instead, Kim drew our attention with a loud squeal.  Marge and 
Phyllis leaned back enough to give her room.  She squatted 
astraddle of the black body, and in one sudden move she lowered 
herself, abruptly accepting the huge erection into her tiny body.  
No wonder she squealed, I thought.

Probably none of the other girls could have duplicated her 
performance, but her gymnast legs had such strength and muscle 
control that she was able to pump her hips up and down, taking 
him in and squeezing him out.  I tingled at the thought of what 
he must be feeling, as I remembered having such a short time 
before being inside that very same pussy and feeling the extent 
of her fabulous muscle control.  Ann looked at me and grinned, as 
if to say she wanted us to try that.  Not tonight, I knew, for I 
had already experienced all I could handle for the day.

Kim did not let up, and no man, regardless of how much of a stud 
he might be, could hold up very long under such energetic 
pumping.  His body lurched upward as he exploded deep within the 
little Chinese girl.  She squealed again in pure delight.  His 
wife, Lisa, applauded.

Needless to say, it was a great party.

On the way home, Ann ignored her seat belt and snuggled against 
me.

"You okay?" I asked.

"If you mean am I 'okay' with having five strange men inside me 
tonight, I guess so.  If you mean, did I get off tonight, then no 
...I'm not 'okay.'  I mean, even with all that screwing, I never 
came!"  She looked up at me desperately, "And I can't wait to get 
home to my egg.  But since you got to come in that tight little 
Kim, you are now going to just sit and watch while you run the 
remote and I get my own personal satisfaction.  Okay?"

"Okay," I agreed.  "That's fine with me, because I'm already so 
sore I doubt I could produce, if you know what I mean...."

That's how the evening ended.  Except, Ann was so anxious that by 
the time we were home and the garage door was down, Ann had 
already shed the skirt and blouse she had put on for our drive 
home.  Naked, she led the way through the house and up the 
stairs.  After a few minutes in the bath, she came in and lay on 
the bed beside me.  "Here's the remote," she said softly.  "Buzz 
me."  I did, and a moment later she was joyously bucking up an 
down on the bed, as if celebrating all the pent up passion she'd 
been unable to release throughout the evening.  

I was glad she had left the light on, because I thoroughly 
enjoyed her enjoyment.

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Continued in Chapter 03


  
Chapter 02 - Costume Party