*************** ADULTS ONLY ***************
The Loveable Ladies of Libido Lane
(C) by Erotin Thraller
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Chapter 04 - That Special Ointment

Scene 1, News Conference

Like I said earlier, coincidences have unique timing.  We call 
them a coincidence, but they seem to come at such well-planned 
times that...  Well, let me explain.

Almost immediately after I made the discovery of how a particular 
magnetic field had such a strange effect on women, an emergency 
developed at the company where my wife worked.  It seems that the 
workers in her lab developed an ointment especially useful for 
working on cattle.  Veterinarians who tested it were so enthused 
that it became quickly obviously the ointment was going to be 
worth millions of dollars in the dairy industry.

Now, Ann worked in the research and development lab, and the head 
of her department was a selfish, over-achieving Type-A woman whom 
nobody liked.  When she found out about the product which Ann and 
her team mates had created, she saw an opportunity for her own 
advancement and let it be known among the staff that she was 
going to take full credit for it.  Those who, like Ann, had done 
the real work on the product were left with no recourse.

Ann told me about it the next day after our little experiment in 
the park.  She explained her frustration that morning before we 
left for work, which was the first I heard about her employment 
problems.  She might not have told me about it then, except that 
the department head had called a news conference for that 
afternoon to announce the discovery and publicly establish her 
position as the genius behind the product.  Ann was not just 
bitter ...she was furious.

"You don't mean Anita, do you?"

"Of course not.  Anita's the office manager," she smiled, then 
added, "and apparently a good lay.  No, this bitch is the 
department head."

"So what sort of lady is she?" I asked.

"She's no lady," Ann snapped.  "She's the original iron-girdle, 
if you get what I mean."

"You mean she's not really the sexy kind?"

"She's a dumpy, mousy-haired, wrinkle-faced sourpuss bitch," Ann 
declared.  "Furthermore, she's a cheat and a liar.  There's not a 
man in the world who would touch her.  That's the reason she is 
still single.  I doubt she ever had a date in her life."

"So who's going to be at the news conference?" I asked.

"Well, for a start there will be the Director of Research and 
Development, the Chairman of the Board of Directors, and the 
company CEO.  Plus a whole room full of reporters."

"Well," I assured my wife, "I'm sure it will all work out 
eventually.  Truth has a way of finding its way to the surface 
...eventually."  Even so, an idea began brewing in my mind.

Later that day after lunch, instead of returning to my job, I 
went to the building where Ann worked and slipped quietly into 
the assembly room where the news conference was to be held.  The 
room was already filled, with most of the seats already taken.  
Finally I located a seat up front in the second row.  Ann was 
nowhere to be seen, so I sat low in the seat, trying to be 
inconspicuous, hoping the others would believe I was just another 
reporter.  

Eventually, the big brass of the company entered through a side 
door.  The CEO announced the nature of their new product and made 
a few outlandish claims about its future value.  He introduced 
two department chairmen, then asked for Ms Mason to come forward, 
saying her department had been responsible for this new product.  
The way the mousy-haired woman pranced to the front of the room 
confirmed everything Ann had said, and it assured me that my plan 
was well justified.  Perhaps long over-due.

Another coincidence:  She muscled her way in between the Board 
Chairman and the R&D Director, which meant she was standing right 
in front of me, not ten feet away.  Her cocky attitude advised me 
that I should not wait too long for what I had planned.  Smugly, 
she mugged the cameras, obviously intending to dominate the 
meeting.  Recalling Ann's frustration, I decided I could wait no 
longer.  Even before the CEO began to explain why he called her 
forward, I turned on my RMFG.

Now, I've seen beautiful girls do a bump and grind as part of 
their routine as a stripper.  Never before had I seen a fully-
dressed, frumpy little woman do the same moves while her face 
revealed absolutely shameless, wanton, erotic hunger.

She turned to the Chairman of the Board, wrapped her arms around 
his neck, and began desperately kissing him.  Shocked, he shoved 
her away.  In desperation, she peeled off her blouse and bra, 
baring her sagging breasts, then turned to wrap herself around 
the R&D Director.  With one arm she pulled his face down to hers, 
while she used her other hand to rid herself of her skirt and 
panties.  Cameras flashed throughout the room, and reporters with 
video and cell phone cameras rushed forward to get better angles.  
I kept the full force of my RMFG focused on the naked woman, 
hoping she would absorb its full effect.  Apparently she did, for 
she put her best effort into an attempted rape of all three men, 
and every bit of her antics were photographed, videoed, and later 
broadcast (albeit greatly edited) that night on the 6:00 and 
11:00 news.  The next morning it made headlines in the business 
section of newspapers in nearly every major city in the country.

Later, on the following day, Ann and her colleagues received the 
credit they deserved, plus a nice bonus, and they were told a new 
department chairman would be appointed as soon as possible.  Ann 
never asked why or how it all happened.  She simply smiled 
knowingly at me, and that night she didn't need the RMFG to show 
me her appreciation.

Scene 2, Our Party at Home

Coincidences just kept coming.  You can be certain I'm not 
complaining.  Nor am I becoming overtly superstitious.  Someone 
recently suggested that we create our own coincidences by the way 
we live.  Wow!  I wonder what that says about Ann and me?

A few days after the news conference, Ann came home from work 
suggesting that we host a party at our house.  

"Okay," I agreed, remembering fun I had with those five naked 
wives at our last party.  I was, however, quite curious what my 
wife had in mind for this gathering.  "Who would you invite?"

"You know the couples at the Costume Party?" she began.  "Well, I 
was thinking of inviting the girls."

"Not the men?" I asked, becoming thoroughly confused.

She grinned as she shook her head.  "No, just the girls."

"So where do I fit in?" I asked.  "You said we should have a 
party.  Sounds more like it's going to be a hen party.  If so, 
well, the last time I check my plumbing, I don't qualify."

"Oh, no," Ann laughed.  "You're definitely in.  We will need you.  
Especially your equipment," she laughed.

"Equipment?" I asked, trying to tease her. 

"You know what I mean.  Your remote magnetic thingy, or whatever 
you call it."  Ann laughed, paused for several moments, then 
added, "And your other thing, too.  You should find good use for 
that equipment, too.  As I recall, that magnetic field doesn't 
satisfy a woman.  It only creates a craving which demands someone 
with the right equipment to tend to her need.  Now, can you 
honestly tell me you're not interested in taking advantage of 
five sexually starved ladies?"

"Five?  Plus you.  That's six.  Ann, there's no way I can handle 
six women in one night.  Not even five.  Lately, you've been all 
I can satisfy, not that I'm complaining, of course.  I'm just 
being realistic.  You well recall that at that last party, I was 
shot after just one climax."

"Oh, I'm absolutely certain you will be able to handle it," she 
smiled.  "Trust me.  I'm sure it will all work out to everyone's 
satisfaction.  Including yours."

Her attitude told me there was more to the story than she was 
telling.  A lot more, in fact, but I do trust her, and if she 
thought I was up to the challenge, then I was certainly not going 
to disagree.  Five in one night?  Wow!  I will certainly try, I 
promised myself.  I will do my best to rise to the occasion.  
(Pun intended)  Even so, it all seemed totally impossible. 

So the more I thought about it, the more skeptical I became.  It 
was physically impossible for me to be able to take on five 
ladies in one night.  Oh, sure, I had screwed with each of them 
at the previous party, but not one of them had reached her climax 
with me.  Then there was the added factor of the RMFG.  Even 
under normal circumstance, none of these ladies would satisfy 
easily.  Under the influence of the magnetic wave, each of those 
women could become insatiable.  I had no idea what it would take 
to satisfy that many after they had been zapped.  

Such thoughts plagued me throughout the night and into the next 
day.  I struggled to maintain my trust in my wife and hoped she 
knew what she was doing.  I mean, I wanted her to be right, 
because it meant one fantastic party if she was.  But that was a 
long leap of trust for me to make. 

The following evening, Ann informed me that she had spoken with 
each of the ladies at work, and all of them had accepted her 
invitation.  "Oh, excuse me," she added, "our invitation."

"Do they know I'll be the only man here?" I asked.

"No, I didn't mention you.  In fact, I didn't even hint there 
might be anything sexual about this party," she grinned.  "I 
didn't want them to come expecting anything like that.  If 
there's going to be any sexual activity at the party, it will be 
purely spontaneous."

"How will you arrange that?"

"Ever heard of spin the bottle?" she asked.  It was a rhetorical 
question.  "What I have in mind is a simple little parlor game in 
which the person to whom the bottle points will get zapped by 
your RMFG.  Of course, she won't know that's what's happening.  
I'll explain that it's a bit of magic spell I can cast.  That 
should keep them guessing.  You will run the remote secretly.  
And," she added gleefully, "you get the benefits.  All the 
benefits.  Except I get to watch."

"And I'm supposed to hold up (pardon the pun) under the pummeling 
of five women?  Thanks for the compliment, My Dear, but I fear 
you greatly overestimate my stamina."

"I told you before that I will take care of that.  You'll only 
have to screw one girl at a time, and I'll keep you well 
lubricated.  Don't worry.  You'll do just fine."

Even so, my doubts did not wane during the ensuing days.  
Finally, the party night eventually arrived.  So did the ladies.  
All five of them.

Phyllis was the first to arrive, surprisingly, for she had 
appeared to me to be the least sociable of the group, except, of 
course, for Anita, but that was because of Anita's job 
description, which, even though she was not a lab worker like the 
others, gave her a supervisory role in handling the office 
duties.  Regardless, Phyllis arrived and seemed genuinely happy 
to have been invited.  

Previously, Ann had requested that I busy myself in the basement 
until she called for me.  Nevertheless, I could hear most of what 
was transpiring as the ladies arrived.

Kim came next.  Again, this was a surprise, for she had appeared 
in the early part of the previous party to be the shyest person 
present.  All that had changed, of course, as the evening had 
progressed, and apparently that party had brought her out of her 
shell.  And now she was so comfortable in coming that she 
obviously didn't want to be late.

Marge had hosted the Costume Party and seemed positive that 
something erotic was going to transpire when Ann invited her, 
although my wife assured me she said nothing about sex in the 
conversation.  That was fine, I told her, but I also remembered 
that sex was actually the main theme of Marge's party, even 
though nothing had been said about sex in the invitation.  In 
fact, sex had been the main activity.  So Marge came ready for 
action.

Lisa arrived soon after Marge, already aflutter with questions 
about what was being planned.  She teased Ann for not wearing the 
hostess apron, as Lisa had done at the other party.  "It was the 
least you could do," she told Ann.  Ann replied that the apron 
was less than the least, for it simply showed off too much.  
"Just wait," I heard Ann whisper.  My wife sometimes struggled to 
keep a secret.

Finally, Anita arrived, and I knew the party was about to begin.  
I was alternately eager and anxious, frightened yet fighting a 
growing erection just thinking about the possibilities promised 
by the five ...no, six ladies upstairs.

Ann served drinks and canapés, and then began by asking if any of 
the ladies might be interested in a financial investment.  "You 
know, after the events pertaining to that farce of a news 
conference," she explained, "we're now in a position of power.  
We know about the company's new product, and we're in a position 
to use it."  

There were several questions, which Ann fielded with simple 
answers.  "Yes, the company owns the product, but we've made sure 
the company patents limit their ownership to its use among 
bovines.  That means we can file for patents on alternative ways 
in which it can be used.  Our investments can pay for a business 
start-up and for advertising the product.  I'm certain we can 
realize considerable return on our investment."

Again, there were questions, but this time Ann generalized her 
response.  Anita was the one who probed hardest.  She said, "Ann, 
you know the balm is developed strictly for use on the female 
bovine.  Bluntly, it is nothing but an improved bag balm."  

From what I could hear, since all the ladies began talking at 
once, the other ladies seemed to agree.  

"Oh, I think this 'bag balm,' as you call it," Ann countered, 
"has the potential to be used in ways which will bring in far 
more money than sales to the dairy industry will ever provide."  
There followed a chorus of disbelief, and I listened carefully as 
Ann repeated her dare, "If I can prove to you that it has other 
uses, uses that are totally safe and extremely dramatic, do you 
think you might be interested?"

I couldn't make out all that was said, but in the final consensus 
all the ladies agreed they were interested.  To what extent they 
were interested enough to become financially involved would 
depend on the demonstration.

"All right, girls," Ann began.  "You'll have to trust me on this, 
because I can't afford to reveal the secret until you have been 
convinced it works.  So, like we do testing at the lab," she 
continued, "we must have a blind trial.  Fair enough?"  They 
agreed.

"What we're going to do is play a game," she announced.  "It's 
the old fashioned game of spin the bottle."  I heard a couple of 
groans.  "To make it interesting," she continued, "we all need to 
sit down on the floor."

"Why the floor?" someone asked.

"You'll just have to trust me on this," Ann assured them.  
"There's just one thing we need to agree on before we begin.  
Once the game starts, we're all in it until the game is done.  
There's no backing out.  Is that understood?"  They agreed.  Ann 
pressed it further, "No matter what happens, no one drops out 
until the game is complete."  Again, they agreed.

"All right," Ann continued, "Now, the five of you make yourself 
comfortable in a circle on the floor.  Use the pillows from the 
couch or whatever.  I'll go get my magic bottle."  She came part 
way down the steps and whispered to me.  "Get undressed," she 
ordered.  "Completely.  Then come part way up the stairs.  You 
will be able to see past the end of the couch without the girls 
knowing you are here.  Okay?"

"If you say so," I agreed, "but then what?"

"They will all be watching the bottle," she said.  "They have no 
reason to look around or see you.  You watch the bottle, too, and 
as soon as it points at one of the girls, you give that girl a 
full burst with your little zapper."  She almost laughed out 
loud, then added, "And then we'll see the results of this little 
experiment."

"But why do I have to get undressed?" I insisted, still hesitant 
about her plans for me.

"Silly boy," she laughed.  "When these girls get zapped, they are 
going to demand sex, and there's not another erection in the 
house to fill their need.  Guess who's elected?"  She laughed 
again.  "There are five of them up there, you lucky man.  This is 
your reward for being so nice to me after that last party.  So, 
get ready!"  With that, she was gone.

I could hear the girls shuffling around upstairs as they settled 
on the floor.  Once more I was obedient to my wife's command.  I 
double-checked the battery in my remote, then stripped off all my 
clothing and climbed part-way up the stairs.  Ann was right.  
From there I could around the end of the sofa.  The girls were 
sprawled about on the floor in a circle.  Ann was facing my 
direction, so all the girls were looking away from me.  Instead, 
they were watching Ann as she toyed with an empty old catsup 
bottle, moving it in circles hypnotically.  In a very quiet, 
mysterious voice, she explained how a special charm had been 
placed on this bottle, and whoever it pointed to would react in 
strange ways.

"Yeah, sure," Anita said bluntly.  "Come on, Ann.  Let's get on 
with the game so we can learn about your investment idea."

Without warning, Ann spun the bottle.  We all watched intently to 
see who would be chosen.  The spinning bottle finally slowed, 
then stopped.  It pointed directly at Anita.

She raised her hands to her face in sudden amazement, and all the 
girls clapped and cheered.  All eyes were fixed on Anita to see 
what would happen.  No one looked anywhere near my direction as I 
raised the remote and pressed the button.  Thankfully, the range 
of the magnetic field is quite narrow, so I was able to single 
out Anita without affecting any of the other women.

Immediately, Anita's face suddenly changed from surprise to shock 
and then to awe.  She had been sitting with her feet tucked under 
her hips, but she suddenly flopped forward full length on the 
floor until she was lying on her stomach.  Quickly, she rolled 
over on to her back.  Her hips bucked, and I thought for a moment 
she was going to do a stripper's bump and grind while lying down.  
Instead, she jumped to her feet and began running her hands all 
over her body.  In less than a minute she had dropped her 
business-like attitude and become a sultry, sexy vixen.  She 
purred and swayed, and then she began to strip.  Desperately she 
jerked off her skirt and blouse, then her bra and panties.  Her 
naked body swayed and swiveled as if she were in the advance 
stages of orgasm, but it wouldn't come.  Instead, her breathing 
became more heavy, and she gasped for air.  She rubbed both hands 
between her legs, then dropped to her knees.  Once down, she lay 
backward on the floor, spreading her legs and pumping her fingers 
in and out of her pussy.  Eventually, she began to scream, 
"Please, please, I need a man in me.  I need to come.  Somebody 
help me!  I'm burning up inside!"

"I think I have what you need here," Ann spoke up as she signaled 
me to come on in.  Hesitantly, I obeyed.  Ann met me at the top 
of the stairs, and when the girls saw me, they squealed and 
clapped.  Ann led me toward the convulsing Anita.  I say that she 
led me ...actually, she gripped my erection firmly in her hand, 
which I thought was a strange way to lead me around, especially 
since her fingers seemed especially wet, but the way Ann did it 
made it appear that she was offering, not me but my erection to 
Anita.  So I ignored how she held me.  And how moist her hand 
felt.

"Yes, yes," Anita cried.  "Take me!  Put that thing in me and do 
it now!  Do it!  Do it!" 

I looked down as she held out her arms toward me.  Her legs were 
spread wide, and her pubic hair was dripping wet.  She looked 
lovely, and since I had my wife's approval, I obediently dropped 
to my knees above her.  She was already so lubricated that I 
slipped easily into her, even while she continued to buck and 
bounce.  Soon I was able to match her rhythm, and this time there 
was no 20-second timer to interrupt us.  She gave me quite a 
ride, a wonderful ride.  She bucked and bounced in complete 
abandon until finally she came.  When she came, so did I, but 
then she kept going.  Even after I exploded within her, she 
continued gyrating and thrusting until she had squeezed me 
completely dry.  I felt like I had deposited half my insides into 
her belly. 

When I rose and looked around, the other women were staring in 
amazement, not at me, but at Anita, who sported a tremendously 
happy, satisfied smile.  "Thank you," she laughed, standing 
suddenly and planting a sloppy kiss on my lips.  "Wow!  That was 
great!" she smiled.

"All right," Ann interrupted, "let's pay attention here.  We're 
not done.  I'm going to spin the bottle again."  

This time did not need to hide myself, but I sat on the couch 
where I could secretly run the remote.  The ladies were so 
surprised by Anita's actions that they paid no attention to me.  
Instead they fixed their attention on what Ann was doing with the 
bottle.  It was then, as I sat waiting, that I realized I still 
had my erection.  A big one.  It should have wilted ...at least I 
would expect it normally to sag, but there was no time to wonder 
about it right then.  Ann had already spun the bottle.  I readied 
my remote and watched as the spinning bottle slowed.

Phyllis screamed loudly when the bottle pointed at her.  I'm 
still not certain if she screamed because she was selected by the 
bottle or because my RMFG beam hit her almost immediately.  
Perhaps Phyllis was already starving for sex.  Who knows?  The 
moment the beam hit her, she jumped to her feet and starting 
running around the room like a puppy just freed from its 
traveling cage.  "I'm it!" she screamed.  Over and over she 
shouted, "I'm it!"  Each time she circled the room she stripped 
off another article of clothing.

Quickly, I cut the power, hid the remote under a pillow, and 
watched.  There was really nothing sexy about it.  In fact, it 
was more of a funny comedy, watching her antics as she became the 
naked lady.  Apparently it took her awhile to identify the 
feelings within her, but when she realized her craving was purely 
sexual, she stopped right in front of me, rotating her hips as 
her pendulous breasts swayed seductively.

"Ann," she called over her naked shoulder.  "Ann, may I borrow 
your husband?  I need him to put out this fire inside me.  Ann?"

My wife came and pulled me to my feet.  "Phyllis, I'll be happy 
to loan you my husband, but first let me get him prepared for 
you."  From her pocket she pulled a small tube of ointment, from 
which she squirted a small amount in her hand.  As she smiled at 
me, she rubbed the salve all over my erection.  "There," she 
smiled.  "Now, I think he's ready for you, Phyllis."  

Hardly has she spoken when Phyllis tackled me.  It was a 
wrestler's take-down, for she slumped backward on to the floor 
and pulled me down on top of her.  Maybe it was the ointment Ann 
had rubbed on me, maybe Phyllis was already moist, or maybe her 
pussy was much larger than I remembered from our previous 
meeting, but I slid into her so easily that I wondered how either 
of us would get much satisfaction from our intercourse.

I need not have been concerned.  She had a need, and she 
proceeded to fill it.  I obliged, and within a few minutes I 
surprised myself by shooting a load deep within her.  When she 
rose from the floor, there was a white rivulet streaming down her 
leg.  "Ann," she laughed, "do you mind if I borrow your bathroom?  
I need to clean up this mess I made."

Ann pointed the way to the bathroom, and in the process while the 
others were distracted she applied another dab of ointment to my 
erection.  Even after two ladies, my pecker still stood up like a 
solid sentinel, ready for action.  I was amazed.  My wife seemed 
quite pleased as she reached up and whispered, "I told you it 
would work."  Then she kissed my lips lightly and returned to the 
floor where she picked up the bottle and prepared for the next 
spin.

This time it was Marge who was selected.  I pressed the button 
and instantly Marge rocked back on her heels.  She lifted her 
hips off the floor and began thrusting her pelvis in orgasmic 
gyrations.  I kept the power on her for longer than I had the 
other two, remembering how she had demanded at the party that I 
show her what Ann had been bragging about.  I'm not sure if she 
got what she wanted from me at that previous party, but I 
intended for her to get a full dose tonight.

She started to stand up, but instead sat backward, where she lay 
writhing and moaning.  Then she pulled up her skirt and literally 
tore off her panties, baring her crotch so she could pump her 
fingers in an out of her bald slit.  After a moment of energetic 
masturbation, she moaned, "Oh, this is not working!  It's not 
working!  Ann, get your man over here.  I need to use him.  
Please, I need to screw him.  You did this to me, Ann, so I need 
you to fix me.  Help!"

I took my time, enjoying watching as she waited so impatiently.  
As I knelt over her, I waved my erection over her belly, teasing 
her, but she was desperate and would have none of it.  Grabbing 
my erection with both hands, she pulled me into position, and 
then her hips rose as she sucked me inside.  Previously, I had 
thought Anita had given me a ride, but Marge was a pro.  She knew 
how to satisfy herself, and she was willing to use me to do it.  
I stayed the course, allowing her to do the work.  Never before 
had I received such a thorough workout with the inner muscles of 
the female anatomy.  It was great!  Eventually, I could hold out 
no longer, and I emptied another load of sperm.  That was three 
times tonight.  How could this be? I wondered.  

Even after I pulled free, Marge continued to lie on the floor, 
undulating as her orgasm was quite slow to diminish.  Waves of 
pleasure convulsed her body at frequent intervals.  "Wow, that 
was a good one," she laughed between spasms.  "You better hang on 
to him, Ann, or I'll take him home with me."

"I doubt that Bill would approve," Ann laughed as she helped me 
to my feet and said to me, "You had better sit down and rest a 
few minutes."  As she spoke, she leaned close to me and 
inconspicuously coated my erection with yet another dollop of 
salve.  "Having fun?" she asked with a broad smile.  I didn't 
answer because she was not only greasing my erection but also 
thoroughly coating my scrotum with her salve.  "That should keep 
you active," she added.  "What is that stuff?" I asked.  But she 
was already gone and had returned to the living room floor.  
There were only two ladies remaining when she spun the bottle.  I 
reached for the remote, and a moment later I was aiming it at 
Kim.

When the jolt hit Kim, she reacted in a way that would make any 
true gymnast proud.  Without a word, she did an instant back flip 
and landed on her feet.  Even more amazing, her dress was still 
lying on the floor where she had been sitting.  How she did it, I 
don't know, for she had, quite literally, leapt out of her dress 
when she flipped.  For a moment, she stood there, wearing only 
her panties and bra, looking first at Ann and then at me.  Then 
she abandoned her remaining two garments and, totally naked, did 
a sudden forward flip which brought her across the room to where 
I sat on the couch.  But she didn't stop there.  She just kept 
coming, right up on to my lap, where she wrapped both her arms 
around my neck, then planted her open mouth against mine, probing 
with her very active tongue, while she wiggled her bottom around 
and around until she successfully impaled herself on my throbbing 
erection.

Kim was my fourth woman in less than an hour, and I could hardly 
believe I had anything left.  But I did.  And I thoroughly 
enjoyed Kim's athletic prowess, as she bounced up and down on my 
lap, stroking my erection with each bounce and squeezing me with 
her strong, internal muscles.  She completely lost herself in 
what she was doing and paid no attention to anyone else as she 
alternately tipped back her head in a loud moan, then buried her 
tongue in my mouth as she hungrily worked to slake her sexual 
desire.  Somehow she had learned to control muscles in her 
abdomen which sent ripples up and down her love canal, and my 
dick was the recipient of all her erotic manipulation.

Her actions lifted my satisfaction to new heights.  Over Kim's 
shoulder, I saw Ann smiling and nodding her approval.  On beyond 
Ann, I was surprised to see Lisa stand up and remove her blouse.  
Kim, meanwhile, continued to attack me with every sexual 
stimulation she could imagine, both for her benefit and mine.  I 
forgot about Lisa for several moments, but when I looked back at 
her, she was completely naked and standing in the middle of the 
room watching Kim and me in rapt wonderment.  Her beautiful brown 
breasts were heaving with her heavy breathing, and I thought she 
was about to join us on the couch.

At that moment, Kim's moans became a scream, as she unleashed 
herself in total surrender to an earthshaking orgasm, which I was 
privileged to enjoy with her.  The moment was fantastic, and I 
felt sad when it ended.

Hardly, however, had she lifted herself off my lap, when I heard 
Lisa say, "Ann, I don't know what your man's doing to these 
girls, but I want some of it.  Can we just skip the bottle and 
get on to the main event?"  She was standing up close to me now, 
and it was obvious she was already dripping moisture from her 
shaved pubic lips.  I wondered how I would be able to handle her 
anxious enthusiasm.

Ann said, "Just a moment.  I think he needs a moment of rest."  
She came to me quickly, and once again bathed my scrotum with the 
balm from the tube in her pocket.  For a moment, she held my 
erection firmly in her hand, then kissed my cheek as she 
whispered, "One more.  Now, go ahead an zap her."  Ann kissed me 
again, providing cover for me to retrieve the remote, and when 
she stepped away I obediently aimed it at the naked Lisa and 
pressed the button.

"Criminey crickets!" Lisa chirped as her body reacted to the 
magnetic wave.  I still don't know what the exact effect that 
magnetic field has on a woman's internal organs and glands, but I 
know the effect is both immediate and dramatic.  Even under 
normal circumstances, as she exhibited at the previous party, 
Lisa is an extremely sensual lady, but once she felt that 
magnetic beam she became as single-minded as a sexually-
programmed robot.  She knew what she wanted.  And that was the 
erection between my legs.  She was suddenly determined to insert 
it between her legs.  So, for the next few moments, she danced 
for me, as if I needed further stimulation.  She held her hands 
high above her head while she writhed in sexually symbolic 
rhythms, acting out the entire act of coitus with an unseen, 
imaginary partner, all the while standing so close to me that our 
knees touched.  

Then, of a sudden, she pulled me to my feet, engaging me and 
including me in her sensuous dance, only this time the coitus was 
real.  She pulled me between her legs, and even though I didn't 
know it was possible, she slipped my erection deep within her so 
that we were actually doing the big nasty while standing up and 
dancing around the room.  She led while I obeyed.  She thrust 
herself against me, and I gave myself in joyous response.  Thus 
did our dance continue, all around the room, in between the other 
ladies who were clapping in rhythm to Lisa's thrusts.  Then she 
forced me up against the wall, where she had more leverage, and 
she pumped her loins against me until she came.  Surprisingly, I 
joined her with yet another explosion of sperm.  It took awhile, 
but eventually Lisa slowed down, pressed her breasts tight 
against me and kissed me lovingly.

"All right, that's enough," Ann interrupted.

Reluctantly, I pulled free from the still-undulating Lisa.  Then 
I noticed that most of the other girls were fingering themselves, 
obviously still responding, either to what they had just seen or 
following up on the remnants of their own recent intercourse.  
None of them had bothered to get dressed.

I collapsed on the couch, enjoying the view of five naked ladies.  
And the macho satisfaction that I had just done the impossible.  
I had screwed five horny women to complete satisfaction.

My wife smiled at me sweetly.  "What you have just witnessed," 
Ann informed the group, "and what you have participated in is a 
practical demonstration of the new balm we've developed."  The 
ladies all applauded boisterously.  

"Now, I am aware," Ann continued, "that this ointment was 
intended to be used as a 'bag balm,' as Anita called it, but we 
have found it has remarkable restorative powers for the male of 
the species.  We used it on one of the bulls at the research 
ranch, and we were able to keep his erection viable for two full 
days!  During that time, that bull serviced eighteen cows.  Even 
after that many, he was still going strong, but we stopped the 
experiment for fear of doing some unknown damage to him."  

Ann paused a moment, then continued, "Now, tonight each of you 
has given my husband the ride of his life.  I doubt there are 
many men who could have stood up under the onslaught of even one 
of you ladies, but he has just taken on five of you in the past 
two hours, and...," she bent down and kissed my still erect member, 
"I believe he is still up to the occasion in case anyone needs 
additional relief."  They all laughed.  I had my doubts. "What we 
have proven," Ann continued as she held up her tube of ointment, 
"is that this balm is effective for males.  It is especially 
effective for males of the human species.  You are proof of that.  
So, now, let's go back to the idea of financial investments.  How 
much do you think this little tube would be worth, if men and 
women knew what it could accomplish?"

And that's how we became financially independent.  It was a great 
party!

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Continued in Chapter 05


  
Chapter 04 - That Special Ointment