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The Loveable Ladies of Libido Lane
(C) by Erotin Thraller
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Chapter 16 - Next Door Neighbors

Scene 1, The Invitation

Ann has a way of smiling  in a very mischievous way when she has 
something sexy to say.  My cock tingled when she gave me that 
smile, then asked, ever so casually, "Have you ever met Judith?" 

"Judith?" I asked.  "Judith who?"

"The Judith who lives next door."  Her slight smile became an 
overt grin.

"If I have, then I don't remember her," I admitted.  We were 
eating our Friday evening meal, and at that point I was less 
interested in neighbors than the steak Ann had just pulled from 
the Jenn Air grill on the kitchen counter.  

"Well," Ann laughed, "if you had met her," ...she gave me that sexy 
grin again, "then I'm certain you would have remembered her!"  
She served up her own steak and sat at the table facing me.  
"Judith is very pretty.  In fact, she's outright beautiful.  And 
she's a nudist."

All right, she had me.  "No, I have not met this Judith.  If 
she's a pretty nudist, then tell me more."  

The terms pretty and nudist seemed incongruent.  In my 
experience, most nudists would have done better to keep their 
clothes on.  "I thought 'pretty nudist' was an oxymoron," I said 
glibly, trying to remain focused on my steak.  Even so, I 
admitted to myself that she sounded like the kind of woman I 
would like to meet.  I sliced off another bite of steak, then 
realized Ann was watching me closely.  All right.  I'll ask, 
"Does she swing?"

Ann laughed right out loud, then answered, "Apparently not 
openly, but she has some kind of on-going connection with our 
next-door neighbors, the ones on the other side.

"You mean...."  I point left, then right.  "You mean, they do it, 
on both sides of us, and we didn't know?"

"Well, we do now.  According to what Judith told me, she learned 
that Randy, that's her husband, was doing the nasty with Marie, 
she's the wife who lives on the other side of us.  Rather than 
break up either home, they have, well, sort of merged.  All six 
of them, because Marie and Brett have two adult children who are 
in on the deal."

"And how did Judith just happen to confess all this to you?" I 
asked.

"Well, I sort of caught Judith out in the back yard... I mean, she 
was outside ...in her altogether.  She was quite surprised when she 
realized I saw her, but once she collected herself, she came 
right out and told me what was going on.  She went on to say she 
feels sorry for Theresa.  That's Marie's daughter.  Theresa's 
eighteen, you see, and a very sexy young lady.  But she won't 
have anything to do with Randy, because he had this affair with 
her mother.  She won't have sex with her father or brother, which 
is understandable ...Yet all this sexual activity is going on 
between everyone else in her family, and she's getting no 
release."

"Everybody else?" I asked.

"Well, Marie is screwing Randy, and Judith said she screws both 
the father and the son, but the daughter is left out."

"Well, you really never know.  A real-life soap opera has 
developed right next door, on both sides of us.  I'm not sure I 
can keep up with all the characters in this story."  Ann laughed 
while I scratched my head.  Then it dawned on me that, 
considering the recent sexual activity which my wife and I had 
recently enjoyed, I dare not be critical of my neighbors.  "So 
why are you telling me all this stuff?" I asked.

"Well," Ann grinned salaciously, "Maybe ...just maybe, it could be 
a lot of fun if we became somewhat acquainted with our 
neighbors?"

"Oh?  You told me about a pretty nudist lady and a sexy daughter 
who's being left out of the orgies.  What's in it for you?"

"Curiosity.  Maybe more.  I hear the father and son next door are 
major hunks.  What would you think if I ...maybe ...sampled a couple 
of the men in our neighborhood?"

"Well, as I recall...," it was my turn to grin.  "You have already 
sampled the husbands of the women you work with...."

"True.  And, correct me if I'm wrong, but we both enjoyed that."  
She smiled a moment, as if remembering the parties, then added, 
"I understand Marie is not bad looking, either.  And, what's 
more, because of our neighbor's indiscretions, both Marie and 
Randy are - would you say - captive in their families right now."

"What do you mean by captive?"

"Well, Judith told me she gave Randy an ultimatum:  He could move 
out and take nothing with him, but if he stayed he would be her 
personal sex slave.  He chose to stay."

"Now, that is weird!"

"There's more," Ann continued.  "Brent and his two children drew 
up a contract for Marie with much the same terms, and she agreed 
to remain as the family's personal 'sex toy.'"

"You mean a written contract?" I asked.  "For instance...?"

"Well, according to Judith, Marie was required to throw away all 
her clothing, except for a couple of cotton dresses she can wear 
to the market.  Other than that, she is not allowed to wear any 
clothes without the family's permission."

"I thought you said Judith is the nudist?"

"That's of her own free will.  It seems she found out she enjoys 
sex so much that she just doesn't bother any more to get dressed, 
and her husband has to service her anytime she's in the mood.  
That's besides all the sex she gets from the two men next door."

For awhile I simply stared ....overwhelmed at thinking it's a 
mighty strange neighborhood in which we live.  And I didn't know 
any of this was going on.  Of course, I was quick to realize, 
none of our neighbors knew what Ann and I had been doing, either.  
At least, I hoped they didn't know.  And with that, I 
concentrated on my steak.

We ate in silence for several moments.  Then Ann spoke up, quite 
casually, saying, "We're invited to a party."

"You didn't tell what's-her-name about the RMFG, did you?"

"Oh, heavens, no!"  She smiled.  "And her name is Judith.  No, I 
didn't mention your fun gadget.  I thought if we kept it secret, 
we could us it to make the party just a bit more fun."

"And where, may I ask, is this party to be held?"

"Next door, at Judith's house.  She has invited us ...along with 
our other neighbors next door.  There will be eight of us."

"When?"

Ann glanced up at the clock, then smiled mischievously, "In an 
hour from now.  So you have enough time to finish your steak, 
take a shower, and get dressed.  So get a move on."

Wow! I thought.  Another command for me to obey.  If this Judith 
is all Ann says she is, obeying her this time will be easy.  So I 
simply asked, "Well, Ann, what should I wear?"

"Whatever you like.  But if these people are anything like what 
Judith claims, then I suppose we should wear clothing that's easy 
to get out of..., if you know what I mean."  Her impish grin was 
back.  She pushed her plate away and stood up.  "So..., I think I 
will go pick out something ...interesting to wear."  With that she 
was gone.  Oh, my, I thought.  I really never know what to expect 
when I come home on a Friday evening!

~~~~~
Scene 2, Introductions

Another sexy party, I thought, with people I have never met.  
Except these are my next-door neighbors.  Well, a person never 
knows....  So, there we were, once more, standing at a front door, 
looking nervously at each other, wondering which of us should 
ring the bell.  I looked again at Ann.  She had finally decided 
to wear her little "all purpose dress," as she like to call it, 
the short, red dress with the deeply scooped neckline ...the one 
with which she had aroused the waiter in the restaurant.  I 
assumed that, as before, she wore nothing underneath it.  

"Am I over-dressed?" she had asked previously, when she saw I had 
opted for a polo shirt and cargo shorts.  

"Hardly," I assured her.  Indicating what I was wearing, I said, 
"You told me to wear something I could get out of easily."

"That was my plan, too," she smiled.  "Judith told me it really 
didn't matter what we wore, but you never know."  

Now, there we were.  Finally I rang the bell, and a few moments 
later the door was opened by a man I did not recognize.  Ann 
gasped audibly.  He was naked.  Completely.  Well, almost.  What 
I saw first was the bright purple erection he sported, bound and 
sustained by an over-sized cock ring.  It was wound tight up 
against his body, apparently cutting off circulation to both his 
penis and scrotum.  I couldn't imagine the pain he must feel. 

"Hello," he said crisply, his attempt to smile was awkward, 
nervous.  "Judith said you were invited, so come on in and make 
yourselves at home."  He stepped back and held the door open for 
us.  Then he added, "I'm Randy."

I started to ask if that was his name or his mood, but the way he 
ogled Ann told me it was both.  Ann's smile told me she 
appreciated his attention, and the sway of her hips was suddenly 
exaggerated as she strutted past him.  I followed, noting that 
watching Ann's wiggling bottom was already sending nice 
sensations through my loins.  This already promises to be an 
interesting evening, I decided.

"Show them into the living room," a pleasant female voice called 
from somewhere back in the house.  "I'll be there in a few 
minutes."

"Come this way," Randy tried once more to smile, then led the way 
down a short hallway and into a comfortable room with over-
stuffed furniture.  "Just make yourselves at home," Randy 
invited.  "Sit wherever you like."  He paused, "Anywhere but that 
straight chair.  It's mine."  He indicated a wooden kitchen chair 
opposite the couch.  It looked most uncomfortable compared with 
the rest of the furniture in the room, and I deduced that it had 
been brought into the room as part of whatever was going on 
between him and his wife.

Ann chose to sit on the couch, even though the cushions were soft 
and so low and that when she sat her short skirt hiked up almost 
to the point of non-existence.  My loins twitched again at the 
sight of so much skin.  She crossed her legs, which raised her 
legs up until most of them were on display ...I mean, all the way 
up.  Randy stared but said nothing.

Just then, Judith entered the room, carrying a serving tray with 
a pitcher and four glasses.  "Ice tea, anyone?"  Yes, I thought 
immediately, Please!  Give me some ice to cool me down.  Why not?  
I had a sudden panic, for Judith, like her husband, was 
completely naked.  Well, except for high heels and the serving 
tray.  Her full breasts swayed gently.  They were quite firm and 
erect.  Then she set the tray on the over-sized coffee table and 
when she straightened up all of Judith was on display.  

I was immediately attracted to her pubic hair, which was trimmed 
into a narrow line less than an inch wide.  Now, Ann is very 
proud of her thatch of hair, and I love it.  I think it makes her 
look complete.  Even so, Judith's nearly-bald pubic mound was 
certainly attractive.  Apparently she thought so, too, for she 
posed purposely before us, obviously intending us to assess her 
assets, all of them.  Her smile was a blatant advertisement, a 
promise that this was going to be a party to remember.  

"I imagine the other neighbors will be along soon," Judith said, 
continuing to smile.  "So I'll bring in more glasses."  She 
turned and let her tight bare buns sway seductively as she left 
the room.

"Down, boy!" Ann whispered softly.  "You may get to ride that 
later, but don't be too quick to assume too much.  I want to make 
sure I'm going to get something out of this party before you 
start off on your own."  I nodded my agreement.  And she smiled.  
The door bell rang.

Randy rose stiffly from his chair (no pun intended) and marched 
awkwardly from the room.  Ann leaned toward me and whispered, 
"Did you bring your remote?"  I patted a pocket on my cargo pant 
leg.  "Good," she continued to whisper, "I'm anxious to see what 
it will do with Judith's naked body."

"Me, too," I grinned.

There were voices in the hallway, then Judith came in with more 
glasses.  The neighbors followed her.  First came a handsome 
young stud, maybe a dozen years younger than myself.  I sensed 
Ann straighten her shoulders when he entered.  I glanced at her, 
and sure enough she was thrusting out her breasts.  Probably the 
son, I surmised.  Behind the stud was a tall gentleman, probably 
ten years older than I am.  Must be Brett, I guessed.  Both he 
and his son wore cotton shirts and dockers.  Comfortable, I 
thought.  Easy to remove.  Washable.  Immediately behind the men 
came a lady, whom I presumed to be the boy's mother.  The simple 
kimono she wore was tied with a sash.  The kimono was so short 
that her long legs were in full view.  I started to speculate on 
what she might be wearing under the slight robe, but the man 
turned to her and said, "All right, Marie, we're in off the 
street.  Hang it up."

The woman looked nervously at Ann and me, but obediently untied 
the sash and slipped out of the kimono, which she simply dropped 
on the floor beside the door.  She was naked, except for her high 
heels and the silver hoop rings dangling from her pierced 
nipples.  

"Ooh, that's nice," I heard Ann whisper beside me.  I was 
wondering how I could make a closer inspection when the girl came 
in.  Her short skirt flipped as she walked, reminding me of the 
one Ann wore during our sexy ping pong game, and her blouse 
...well, it was like a thin sweater ...and it was pulled so tight 
over her ample breasts that her nipples made interesting bulges 
in the material.  Her long blonde hair was tied in a loose pony 
tail.  Somehow, she seemed a vision on contrasts.  Her attire 
indicated abandoned sensuality, but her puckered lips revealed 
innate reserve.  So this is the girl, I surmised, who's being 
left out....

While I pondered the evening's possibilities, Judith and Ann made 
introductions.  Then Judith explained, "We're here simply to 
enjoy an evening together.  We have only one rule here, and that 
rule is that no one has to do anything he does not really want to 
do.  On the other hand, if you are unwilling to go along with 
another person's request, then you really should leave 
immediately.  Is that understood?"  

Everyone else nodded, so I agreed also.

"Now, let's get started," Judith continued.  "Marie, I think 
Randy is about to burst.  I've had him bound up all afternoon, 
ever since I invited you to come tonight, and I would like to 
make him just a bit more miserable."  She gave Brett a crooked 
smile, "If it's all right with you, I'd like for your slave to do 
a little dance for my husband."

"Sounds good," Brett chuckled.  " All right, Marie.  You heard 
the request.  It's time for you to dance.  Show us what you've 
got."

Ann nudged my leg, indicating the remote.  I nodded, then turned 
my attention to the naked Marie as she rose from her chair and 
moved slowly across the room to stand in front of Randy.  
Clasping her hands together above her head, she began to rotate 
his naked hips in an awkward attempt to appear sexy.  She had a 
nice body, and her movements slowly became erotic, though she was 
a bit too old to have been in much demand at a strip club.  Ann 
whispered, "Not yet."  Marie continued her awkward display.  
Apparently she had no training as a dancer, and she after awhile 
she began to repeat her gyrations.  Ann nudged my leg and 
whispered, "Now."  I slipped my hand into my pocket and turned on 
the RMFG.  

Immediately, Marie's slowly rotating hips jerked into an almost 
professional bump and grind.  How? I wondered.  Then I realized 
her movements were pure, unadulterated sexual passion, unbridled 
and uncontrolled.  This was a woman who loved sex and knew how to 
use it.  Her back was to us, so I don't know what expression 
showed on her face, but her body became an instant sex machine, 
writhing and twisting in almost uncontrollable passion.  When she 
reached down and started to release Randy's cock ring.  I turned 
off the remote.

"Not yet!" Judith commanded.  "Leave that on for now."

"Do you still have that hook for the doorway?" Brett asked.

"Yes, I do," Judith affirmed.  "Randy, go get it and put it in."  
Randy obeyed, and in a few minutes he had installed a ring in the 
archway that lead into the room from the hallway.  Brett 
instructed Marie to stand beneath it, and he fastened her wrists 
into the ring above her head.  The cords were not tight, which 
left her ample room to move about, but she was confined to the 
space within the doorway.

"Now," Brett smiled, "that should keep you out of mischief, 
Marie.  Go on.  Continue your dance."

"But...," she started to protest.

I pressed the power button on my remote.  Marie arched her back, 
thrust her pelvis forward as if she were meeting some unseen 
lover's insertion.  In and out, back and forth, the continued 
thrusting, her mouth clinched in desperate determination as she 
sought to satisfy her sudden yearning.  Ann chuckled, and I knew 
she understood quite well what Marie was feeling.  There would be 
no relief without actual intercourse, and for the moment there 
was no one both willing and able to provide that.

"Oh, please!" Marie pleaded, her body writhing and twisting in 
desperate contortions.  "Give me a cock.  Somebody screw me, 
please!"  Her pelvis thrust back and forth, up and down, while 
she bit her lower lip, then began to chant, "Do me!  Do me!  Do 
me!"

Without warning, Randy leapt to his feet and raced across the 
room toward her.  His action was so sudden that I did not even 
think about cutting the power to the remote.  

"No!" Judith ordered.  "Leave her alone!"  She stepped between 
Randy and Marie.  In doing so, she moved between Marie and me.  
The full power of the RMFG hit Judith, and nearly every muscle in 
her body pulsed in a sudden spasm.  Since Judith was completely 
naked, the erotic effect was instantly obvious.  With all her 
lovely assets exposed, we could see her intense sexuality 
revealed as muscles pulsed and contracted throughout her body.

"Hot damn!" she cried out.  "That feels so good...!"  Spinning 
around, she began to dance to some unheard rhythm, her breasts 
bouncing freely until she restrained them with her hands.  Her 
naked pelvis twisted in a variety of contortions as she spread 
her legs and revealed the bare folds of her already-dripping 
slit.  She did everything Marie had done, but she did them 
better, and her beauty made her moves more exciting.  "I'm going 
to need a man any minute, now," she cried out.  "One of you guys 
had better get out of your clothes before I tear them off of 
you," she screamed.  Looking first at Brett, then at me, finally 
at Rick, she demanded, "Who will it be?  I need a cock.  Any 
cock.  Now!"

Brett rose to his feet and began to strip.  Judith danced around 
him like a naked moth attracted to his flame, only she was the 
one obviously on fire.  Randy turned back to Marie and released 
her, then lowered her gently to the carpet, where she stretched 
out in obvious fatigue.  Completely caught up in the moment, I 
kept the beam focused on Judith, thoroughly enjoying the rhythmic 
routines of her pulsating naked body.  

Hardly had Brett stepped out of his slacks before Judith tackled 
him, pulling him to the floor, and jerking his shorts down out of 
the way.  A moment later she was astride him, impaling herself on 
his erection, then bouncing up and down in total oblivion to 
anyone around.  Ann nodded at me, and I cut the power, allowing 
Judith to give more attention to what she was doing.  It was then 
I realized that even without the boost the RMFG gave her, she was 
an extremely talented and sexual woman.  She gave Brett an 
extreme workout before coming to a glorious climax which I found 
exhilarating to watch.  I could only dream of how terrific it 
must have felt.  Then I noticed the other three ladies, including 
my wife, were arching their shoulders and spreading their legs as 
if sensing her joy vicariously.

~~~~~
Scene 3, The Dance

Theresa seemed to be the most in control when the couple 
completed their copulation.  She poured another round of lemonade 
while Brett gathered his clothing from the floor.  He started to 
pull on his pants, then grinned to himself and dropped them on 
the floor beside his chair.  Marie sat on the arm of his chair, 
her legs spread as if to allow her moist privates some air to 
cool down.  He pointed to his now-limp penis, which appeared 
still to be dripping semen.  She nodded obediently, then dropped 
to her knees in front of him and licked it clean, sucking away 
the last droplets before returning to her previous position on 
the arm of the chair.  Neither of them spoke, so I presumed she 
obeyed as part of the family contract which Ann had described.

Meanwhile, Theresa had finished filling the glasses and stood 
somewhat defiantly in front me Ann and me.  "Well, since I've 
never seen my mother dance like that before, and Judith seems to 
have outdone herself, I can only assume that the two of you have 
something to do with their actions."  She set down the pitcher, 
then continued, "So tell me.  What gives?"

Ann looked at me, smiling and leaning toward me as she whispered, 
"Is it all right if I screw the boy?"  

"With or without?" I asked.

"Oh, I want to enjoy this, so very definitely with!"  

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Theresa snapped, 
rather shortly, as if somewhat miffed.  

"Would you like to see my wife dance for you?" I asked.

"Well, I sure would," Rick piped up.  "I've been wondering what's 
under that dress."

"And you think if I dance for you then you'll find out?" Ann 
asked sweetly.

Rick gulped, almost choking on his lemonade, then gave an 
embarrassed smile as he said, "I can only hope."

I heard Ann catch her breath as she pulled herself to her feet.  
Doing so slid her dress so far up her legs that much of her 
bottom was exposed.  Rick couldn't help himself, but leaned 
forward as she stood so he could look down the low neck of her 
dress.  "Do you like what you see?" Ann asked.

"Very much."

"And you want to see more?"  Ann asked as she strutted slowly 
across the room, then back.  He didn't answer.  Her movements 
were slow, sensuous, but not overtly sexy.  She was simply a very 
lovely lady showing off a pretty dress for the gathered people.  
She stopped in front of Rick, facing him but giving me a side 
view.  As she raised her hands above her head, she gave me a 
silent thumbs-up, so quickly that I doubt any other others saw 
it.  It was her signal that she was braced and ready.  I pressed 
the remote's power button.

The effect was immediate.  For a moment, I was afraid she might 
actually fall, but she took a couple of quick steps, caught 
herself, and then her body went into action.  Her pelvis began to 
roll from side to side, her hips rolling back and forth in a 
manner I once saw performed by a Tahitian dancer, but she had 
worn a grass skirt.  Previously, when Marie and Judith had 
danced, but both of them had been naked.  Ann wore her little red 
dress, and the pulsating thrusts of her body within the dress 
gave a much more erotic effect to her dance ...at least in my 
opinion, but, of course, I'm prejudiced.

"Take if off...!" Brett called out, an instruction quickly echoed 
by both Rick and Judith.  Ann complied.  While rotating her hips, 
she slid her dress upward, ever so slowly, inch at a time.  I 
marveled at how she could maintain her concentration while 
accepting the full beam of the RMFG.  The magnetic field, I knew, 
was having a major effect on her, but she continued slowly 
lifting her dress until her bouncing bare buns came into view.  
Then, with a sudden upward pull, she jerked the dress over her 
head and threw it to one side.  With her full naked body in view, 
she turned herself loose, concentrating at last on pure 
enjoyment.  Sexual enjoyment.  During the next few minutes, she 
performed about every antic I've ever seen a naked girl attempt, 
on the floor, in the air, upside down with her bare bottom fully 
exposed, and in the process she unzipped Rick's pants, extracted 
his erection and in a final leap onto his lap she impaled 
herself, driving his manhood deep inside her revolving vulva.

Judith applauded.  So did Brett.  I heard Theresa gasp.  Rick let 
out a moan, as his hips rose to meet Ann's thrusts.   She 
continued to twist and rotate, thrusting herself against him, 
obviously enjoying every sensation.  In fact, I'm sure she 
created new sensations the young man had never before 
experienced.  Maybe I should have been jealous, but seeing her 
enjoy herself so completely freed me of my typical possessive 
feelings and allowed me to enjoy the experience with her.  
Besides, I was fully aware that I would probably soon have my own 
experience.  I just didn't as yet know with whom.

When it became obvious that my wife was exploding in a major 
orgasm, I cut the power.  Several minutes elapsed before she 
began to relax, but finally she finished and stood up, allowing 
Rick's limp cock to collapse back into his trousers.  

"Thank you," she said sweetly, "for such a nice ride."  Then she 
turned to Theresa and asked, "Now, are you ready for your turn?"

"Me?" the girl exclaimed.

"Yes, you.  Who did you think I meant?" Ann quipped.  You and my 
husband are the only two here who have not had any fun, except 
for those two sex toys, and I understand they don't count.

"Well, you see, I've ...never...."

"She's a virgin," her brother reported.

"You're a what?" Marie exclaimed.  "MY daughter is ready for 
college, and she still hasn't....?  Well, holy crap!  I thought for 
certain that you and Rick were getting it on."  

"Marie!  He's my brother."

"So?  What difference does that make?"

"Lots.  At least, Rick and I decided it did.  A lot of 
difference."

During this exchange, Ann sat down beside me, pressing her naked 
flesh against my arm.  "Do you want to pop her cherry?" she 
asked.

"If that's what she wants," I replied.  "If I remember, the rules 
for the evening were that nobody has to try anything they're not 
willing to do.  So it will be her decision."

Ann smiled.  "If you're game, I'll take care of her decision-
making process.  Just give me the remote."  I did.  Then Ann 
turned back to Theresa, holding the remote discreetly between her 
legs so it was hardly visible.  "Theresa, that's a mighty nice 
blouse and skirt you're wearing.  Why don't you take them off?"

"I'm not sure...."  

That's as far as she got before the magnetic beam took effect.  
Being the youngest of the four females, Theresa was capable of 
moves the other three could never have managed, even if they knew 
how to do them.  And being young, what Theresa lacked in 
experience she made up for with enthusiasm.  Eighteen years of 
repressed, pent-up sexual urges exploded with her, and she became 
a tigress in heat.  She clawed at her clothing and shed it with 
complete abandon.  Then, freed of all artificial confinement, she 
launched into a naked dance worthy of any pagan fertility rite.  
I was totally enthralled.

"Get your clothes off," Ann instructed me.  "Give her a few more 
minutes, and she will be begging for you."

Ann was correct.  Theresa was insatiable.  I was in heaven.  
Thank you, Ann!  Thank you, Theresa!  I was never quite sure just 
when her cherry popped.  She pulled me down on her as she lay 
backward on the carpet, all the while thrusting her pelvis at 
mine while searching, seeking, demanding, absorbing me into her 
moistness.  She was tight, pliable, passionate.  Her muscle tone 
was terrific, and I quickly realized she was enjoying our union 
even more than I, if that was at all possible.  This was not 
love-making.  This was animalistic rutting, brute force balling, 
plain old unabashed sex in its crudest form.  In its truest form, 
this was fucking!  I loved it.  

Deep within her, I shot my load, not caring the least if she 
might get pregnant.  She continued thrusting and squeezing long 
after my erection had vanished, as if this was a moment she 
wanted never to end.  When it did, we simply lay together, side 
by side on the floor, gasping for air.  

Finally, Theresa laughed and she gasped for air as she announced, 
"Well, I guess this means I'm no longer a virgin."

~~~~~
Scene 4, Sex Toys

"What about us?" Marie asked.  "Randy's in misery over there, and 
I've had no satisfaction at all tonight."

"Well, well," Judith laughed.  "So our sex toys are looking out 
for each other.  How sweet."  She rose from her seat and went to 
Randy, who was still seated in his straight-back wooden chair.  
Standing in front of him, she massaged her gorgeous breasts 
seductively, then reached down and flicked his engorged penis 
with her finger.  "Is the little man sore?"  Randy could only 
grunt.

"Marie," Judith called.  "Would you like to do the honors?"  
Marie rose from the arm of Brett's chair, where she had remained 
seated much of the evening, and came to stand meekly beside 
Judith, who turned to Brett and asked, "May I give your sex toy 
some explicit instructions?"

"By all means.  If she's going to get any sex tonight, make her 
earn it."

"All right, slave, kneel down here and take Randy's prick in your 
mouth."  Marie complied, awkwardly.  "Now, you need to keep him 
in your mouth like that while you loosen his cock ring.  There's 
a snap on the side.  Let me warn you, though:  I don't want any 
mess on my carpet here, and I have no idea what or how much may 
come out when you release that ring.  He's been bound up all 
afternoon."  With that, Judith stepped back, while Marie began to 
fumble for the snap.  Keeping Randy's prick in her mouth meant 
she could not see what she was doing, and it took a little while 
before she learned how to loosen the ring.  Randy gasped loudly, 
and Marie suddenly was gagging and choking, hastily swallowing as 
the contents of Randy's bladder burst forth into her mouth.  

"That's gross," Theresa murmured.  

"I didn't think she could do it," Judith laughed.  

When the liquid finally stopped flowing and Marie came up for 
air, Judith ordered Marie to get down on the floor on her back.  
"Randy, get on her.  I want to see if you can still screw her 
with that swollen cock."  

He tried, but his erection had deflated.  That's when Ann had a 
suggestion.  "Why don't you have him lie on his back?  Marie did 
such a good job with her mouth, maybe she can finish him off that 
way."

"Good idea," Brett replied.

Obviously relieved, Randy stretched out across the carpet.  All 
eyes were on Marie as she knelt once more over him.  All eyes 
except mine and Ann's, who smiled at me knowingly, then nodded.  
When Marie's open mouth descended over Randy's shaft, I pressed 
the power button on the remote.  Marie bucked so hard that she 
totally missed the limp flab of tissue which was still dark 
purple but no longer engorged enough to be erect.  Instead, she 
launched into a repeat of her previous pelvic dance, except now 
she was on her knees and Randy was right there.  Within moments, 
she was atop him, rubbing her crotch against his penis, 
desperately trying to insert it ...to no avail.  Again and again, 
Marie tried to coax him in to satisfy her increasing need, but 
she could not get a rise out of him.  (Pun intended)  Finally, in 
an act of utter desperation, she slid up over his naked body and 
pressed her crotch against his face.  

"Now, it's your turn!" she demanded.  "Do me with you tongue.  
Lick me!  Suck me!" she commanded.  "NOW!"

Apparently he complied, for a look of satisfaction began to form 
on Marie's face.  Slobbering sounds emitted from Randy, and I 
feared he might choke or suffocate, so I turned off the remote.  

Eventually, one at a time, most of us eventually found our 
clothes.  And after we were dressed, we thanked Judith for 
inviting us.  Then excused ourselves and went home.  

"What an unusual party," Ann commented once we were alone.  Back 
in our own house, she hesitated for a few moments at the foot of 
the stairs, then turned toward me and peeled off her dress.  "I 
need you to make love to me," she announced.  Then, with a sudden 
flare, she said, "No, I want you to screw me.  Hard and long.  
Right now.  Right here."

"With or without?" I asked, holding up the remote.

"With.  I want this to be a really good one!"  She paused, then 
added, "For you ...and for me"  Before I could react, she 
continued, "Wait.  I'll get the balm.  I don't want you going 
limp before I'm done.  Tonight, we're going to do the best, the 
biggest, the most screwing we've ever done.  So get your clothes 
off.  Now!"

Sometimes it's great to obey her.

~~~
Continued in Chapter 17



  
Chapter 16 - Next Door Neighbors