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The Loveable Ladies of Libido Lane
(C) by Erotin Thraller
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Chapter 17 - The Evaluation 

Scene 1, Judith

Two weeks past.  Pressures at work, Ann's new investment business 
with the balm, and duties around the house kept us both busy, so 
that we really didn't have time to settle down for a talk about 
the events at our neighbor's party.  Oh, we made time for sex, 
but that was between us, not anyone else.  We do, after all, have 
a very loving, long-lasting, solid marriage.  We have agreed to 
keep recreational sex separate from our personal relationships.

It came as a surprise, but why not?  It was Friday, and that's 
the day Ann seems always to come up with some new idea for sexy 
activities.  My wife announced at the dinner table that I should 
get a good night's sleep.  "Tomorrow," she said, "I've enrolled 
you in a marathon."

"No way," I protested, feeling suddenly quite tired.  "You know I 
don't run."

"Who said anything about running.  This is a sexual marathon."  
She paused, gave me a big grin, then added, "Well, no.  I guess 
it's not a marathon ....more like a relay race, one lap after 
another."  Suddenly she broke into laughter, "Oh, I blew that 
one!" she said.  "It's a relay.  Get it? ...RE-LAY...! ...one pussy 
after another!  "

"I don't get it."

"Oh, you will.  And you're going to need a ready supply of my 
balm, because you're going to get it at least three times 
tomorrow.  Plus, of course, I'll probably want my turn with you 
also," she laughed.

"And to what do I owe this, ah, marathon ...I mean relay?"

"Because I love you," she smiled.  "And I'm curious.  I want your 
opinion."

"Opinion?"

"Exactly.  Okay, call it female curiosity.  I want to know which 
of the three women are the best at what women do.  I'm not 
included, of course.  I already know I'm the best, so I want you 
to rate the others as 2nd, 3rd, and 4th."

"And who are these three lucky ladies?" I asked.

"Our neighbors.  You've already done it with Theresa, but I doubt 
you will object to another round with her.  Then there is the 
lovely Judith, with her cute little shaved pussy.  You should 
find that interesting.  And then you'll get a turn with our other 
neighbor's resident sex toy, Marie."  She paused for me to 
consider what she had said, then added, "All told, that should 
provide you with an interesting Saturday."

"And what will you be doing while I am, how should I say it, 
involved?"

"What do you think?  I'll be running the remote.  That's why I'm 
certain you'll need my balm, you know, so you can keep it up."  
She laughed at her pun, obviously anxious for the next day's 
"evaluations."

After dinner, I reached for Ann, but she gently pushed me away.  
"No sex tonight," she explained.  "You must save yourself for 
tomorrow's evaluation."

"No training permitted?" I asked.

"Nope," she laughed.  "Not this time."

It was a long night.

The next morning, while we were at breakfast, Ann began, "Okay, 
here's the plan ...None of the women know what's in store for them.  
I talked with each of them separately, telling them I need their 
advice.  I asked if they would slip over here secretly to speak 
with me in private.  Of course, when they come, I will be no 
where to be seen.  Instead, they will see you.  All of you.  I 
want you to answer the door buck naked."

"Me?  With nothing on?" I asked.  

"Let me finish.  You will let them in, and you're going to have a 
raging hard-on.  So be sure when they come all the way into the 
house before they see you.  I mean, you get between them and the 
door so they can't run away.  Don't worry.  After I zap them with 
the remote, I doubt they will want to get away.  In fact, you may 
be the one running."

"So they're all coming at once?" I asked.

"Oh, no.  This is a relay, remember?  ...Not a marathon.  Let's 
see, it's already 8:15.  Judith will be here in 45 minutes, so 
you need to shower.  Then, for the next three hours you will be 
free to do whatever the two of you enjoy doing together.  Marie 
will arrive at 12-noon, so you'll need to get Judith out of the 
house before then.  Theresa is coming at 3:00 this afternoon.  I 
saved her for last.  Oh, since Marie is an official female sex 
toy, I cleared her coming with Brett, and you have his permission 
to use or abuse her however you desire.  That's it.  You will 
have three hours with each girl, so make the most of the 
opportunity.  Now, go shower.  Judith will soon be coming."  She 
laughed.  "Oh, that is funny!  Judith is coming ...and how!  Coming 
and coming and coming!"

I was just turning off the shower when the doorbell rang.  Just 
my luck, I thought.  She's early.  I was still drying off as I 
approached the door.

"Hold it," Ann said behind me.  "She can wait a minute."  Ann 
peeked out the window, "Yes, it's her," she announced.  Using my 
towel, Ann wiped my penis dry, then knelt and used her lovely 
mouth to bring my erection to full bloom.  Then she opened a tube 
of her ointment and applied the balm generously until my penis 
had a shining glow.  "There," she laughed.  "Now your tool is 
ready for action.  Go get her!"  With that, she ducked out of 
sight behind the staircase.  I stepped behind the door, then 
pulled it open, as Ann had instructed, so that Judith could enter 
without seeing me. 

"Oh, my goodness!" Judith exclaimed when she turned back to look 
at me.  I closed the door behind her.  Her eyes never left my 
erection.  "I certainly wasn't expecting to see you.... I mean, all 
of you," she stammered.

"I'm sorry," I told her gently.  "I just got out of the shower.  
Would you rather come back when Ann is here?"

"Well...," she began, but she never finished whatever she had 
started to say.  It was obvious from the look on Judith's face 
that Ann had turned on the RMFG.   "Oh, wow!" she exclaimed.  
"It's happening again!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" she exclaimed, as she 
began to unbutton.  "Help me get out of these clothes....  I only 
put them on so I could come over here."  With that, she stripped, 
throwing her blouse one way and her shorts another.  That's all 
she wore.  Just that soon after she arrived, Judith was naked.

"Well," she laughed, "I guess now we can get to know each other a 
little better ...you know, like this."  She seemed suddenly calm, 
which puzzled me.  Did the battery die in the remote? I wondered.  
Did Ann accidentally turned it off?

"Would you like to come into the living room, where we can be 
more comfortable?" I asked, wondering if I was going to have to 
handle these three hours on all on my own ...without the aid of the 
RMFG.

"Not if it means you lose that magnificent hard-on," she smiled.

Remembering the generous application of balm Ann had applied, I 
replied quickly, "Oh, I can assure you that won't happen.  Not 
with you here...." 

It seemed remarkably strange to be totally naked while ushering 
my neighbor's naked wife into my living room.  I motioned for her 
to sit on the couch, then sat down beside her.

"I'm sorry.  I didn't offer you anything to drink," I began.

"Oh, that's all right," Judith laughed nervously.  "You know, in 
all these years, I've never been in here before.  It's very 
nice."

"Thank you.  Ann is quite good with room décor ideas."

"So... I... seeee," Judith spoke in staccato, as her hand reached out 
and grasped my erection.  I realized then that the remote was 
back on.  I didn't see Ann anywhere, but I knew she had to be 
hiding nearby.  Judith's legs suddenly extended outward, reaching 
under the coffee table as she threw her head backward, thrusting 
her magnificent breasts into the air.  Her pelvis twisted on the 
cushions, and her hand squeezed hard on my shaft.  

It lasted only thirty seconds or so, and then she relaxed 
somewhat, although she didn't remove her hand.  "Oooo," she 
moaned.  "I don't know what came over me.  It's like a wave 
crashed in around me, then flowed right on through my body.  It's 
the strangest...!  Oh, oh, here it comes again...!"  

It was then I realized what Ann was doing.  Rather than leave the 
remote on all the time, she was pacing Judith.  Using the remote 
a little at a time to keep Judith wanting sex, but not so 
intensely that it overpowered her other instincts.  This way, she 
would be more like her normal self, her sexually demanding self, 
because the RMFG would keep her desperately needing sex in spite 
of her attempts to be normal. 

This time Ann left the power on longer, and Judith responded by 
leaning her naked body against mine while she pulled my face to 
hers for a deep, tongue-to-tongue kiss.  This is one very 
passionate lady, I said to myself.  

"Oooh," Judith moaned, as she slowly pulled away.  "I'm sorry.  I 
didn't mean to be so aggressive.  I don't know what's come over 
me.  I'm much too young to be having hot flashes."

"Maybe you're just in the mood for sex?" I suggested.

"Oh, I'm definitely in the mood.  It seems lately I'm always 
ready for sex."  She smiled broadly, "When my husband showed his 
real nature and started copulating with Marie, I decided there 
was no reason for me to miss out on the fun.  There are a lot of 
men I would like to screw, but so many men get turned off by an 
aggressive woman.  It's hard to get them in the sack, if you know 
what I mean.  I hope you're not like that," she beamed, "because 
I like you."  With that, she pressed herself against me and 
kissed me warmly.  

Ann chose that moment to turn on the remote.  What began as a 
friendly kiss suddenly became a sensual exchange which ended up 
with me lying backward on the couch and Judith astride me, doing 
her best to insert my penis in her revolving crotch.  

"Oh, my word...!  I need you inside meeee," she screeched, then 
suddenly relaxed.  The wave had passed.  "If I'm going to keep 
having those flashes, then I want to be prepared," she announced.  
"Let's get down on the floor and actually do it.  Then when the 
next wave comes I can really enjoy it.  Maybe you will, too."

I slid down on to the floor, but she pushed me on to my back.  "I 
want on top," she insisted, and a moment later she had lowered 
herself over my shaft, pressing down firmly until I was imbedded 
deep within her.  It was a strangely comfortable fit, and I 
wondered what would happen next.  There was no wait.  Ann's next 
wave hit, and Judith exploded.  Her abdominal muscles contracted 
around my penis, and she bounced and thrust and rotated, giving 
me a truly memorable screwing.  I tried to keep up with her, but 
she was all action.  She did the work.  And I enjoyed every 
movement every moment.  This time Ann kept the power on, giving 
Judith the full effect and me the full benefit.  I came, but 
Judith seemed hardly to notice.  She just kept on bouncing and 
thrusting.  I came again.  Thank you, Ann, for your balm!  And 
then again.  

"Oh, I love a man who has staying power like that," Judith 
exclaimed when she finally collapsed beside me on the carpet.  
"Please accept my very personal invitation to come over anytime 
you want, and we'll do that again.  Oh, I'm always going to be 
available for you.  Anytime.  Any place you want.  Okay?"

"Of course," I told her.  How could I turn down an offer like 
that?

It was 11:00 a.m. when she pulled on her blouse and shorts, 
kissed me in the hallway, then said, "Tell your wife I'm sorry I 
missed her, but I'll be glad to come again any time she wants to 
leave you here alone."  With that she was gone.  

"Wasn't that sweet," Ann laughed.  "Now, you better go back 
through the shower.  Marie is due here in an hour."

~~~
Scene 2 - Marie

So Marie is the neighbor's sex toy, I thought as I opened the 
door and stepped back.  She entered quickly without seeing me, 
which gave me a chance to look at her more closely.  I still 
hadn't decided what to do with her, and I hoped Ann would go easy 
on the remote until I could determine a plan of action.

"Oh, there you are," Marie laughed as she turned, and I smiled 
when did a quick double-take.  "You're not Ann.  Holy crap!  
You're naked." 

"I'm glad you noticed," I assured her.  "Would you like to be the 
same?"

"But," she hesitated, "I thought I was to meet with Ann?" 

"No, your meeting is with me, and your husband has given me 
control over you for the next three hours.  So come on into the 
living room, and stand out there so I can see you."  

Marie's smile disappeared into stoic silence as she followed my 
directions obediently.  

"Strip," I ordered.

She was wearing the same short kimono as the other night, so all 
she had to do was untie the sash and slip the robe off her 
shoulders.  Then she was naked.  Her features were more mature 
than Judith's, but she was still a very attractive woman.  That 
gave me an idea so I instructed here to stretch out full length 
on the coffee table.  

Once again, she obeyed without comment.  Her breasts were firm 
enough that they held their shape nicely when she lay back.  Her 
stomach was flat, and there were no stretch marks, even though I 
knew she had birthed two children.  

"Spread your legs," I commanded.  She did, and then I ordered her 
to spread her pussy.  "I want to see if you are big enough for my 
tool."  Gently, she manipulated her folds, pushing her thick bush 
out of the way.  "Do you think you can take me?" I asked.

"Oh, yes, sir," she replied.  "I can be very loose, if you like."

"Then insert your finger and get yourself moist," I instructed.  
"I'll be back."  A sudden idea had come to me.  Call it a 
sadistic curiosity, if you like, but it was something I would 
never have asked my wife to do - nor any other woman I was trying 
to impress.  In the kitchen I found a couple of vegetables in the 
refrigerator, a carrot and a cucumber.  

"You naughty man," Ann whispered in the hallway.  The giggled, 
then asked, "Do you think she will?"

"We shall see," I whispered back.

When I returned the living room, Marie was desperately pumping 
her fingers in and out of her pussy.  She was so desperate that I 
knew Ann was encouraging her with the remote.

"Try this," I instructed, handing her the carrot.

Her face turned pale as she held out her hand.  

"You're not going to object?" I asked.

"I'm not allowed to object, sir.  My contract with the family 
forbids me to say 'no" to any order, and since you have my... 
Brett's permission, then I must obey you."  She smiled faintly, 
"So if you want me to stick that inside me, then give me the damn 
carrot."

I did, and though it was at least twice the size of her finger, 
she slid it deep into herself with no apparent difficulty.  

"Very nice," I told her.  "Now, use it.  Pump it."  She did.  And 
with such vengeance that I knew Ann must have the power up toward 
MAX on the remote.  I let her continue for a couple of minutes, 
until she became somewhat sloppy from all the juices that were 
flowing.

"Okay, that's enough.  Take it out."  

Marie obeyed without comment.

"Now, use this."  I handed her the cucumber.  It was much larger, 
at least twice the breadth of the carrot.

"Oh, wow!" she moaned.  "I'm not sure it will fit..., but I will 
try, sir."  She arched her back somewhat, then bit her lower lip 
as she pressed the big green veggie into her muff.  She struggled 
with it for a moment, then her abdomen contracted, telling me Ann 
had turned on the remote.  With a sudden jerk, the cucumber 
slipped in all at once, almost disappearing beneath her thatch of 
black pubic hair.  "It's in!" Marie gasped.  "And it feels great.  
Oh, oh!" she moaned as she thrust hips up and down.  Much of the 
veggie was inside her, so there was hardly any part exposed for 
her to grasp, but she quickly developed a routine of squeezing it 
out with her inner muscles, then pushing it back in with her 
fingers.  I sat intrigued, watching as she masturbated with the 
green phallic substitute.

"Would you like me to do that?" I asked.

"Oh, yes!  Would you?  Please?" 

"Then take it out," I instructed.  She did, though still 
thrusting as if copulating with an unseen lover.  The remote 
obviously had her desperately needing relief.  Still curious, I 
reached down and stroked her labia with my fingers.

"Your hand feels good," Marie murmured, "not so cold as those 
veggies."  

I pressed two fingers deep inside, and her muscles struggled to 
entrap them.  She was already stretched wide by the cucumber, so 
I cupped my fingers together and slid all four inside.

"That's good," she whispered.  "Oh, I need you...!"

Then I did something I never dreamed possible.  I removed my 
hand, then cupped my thumb and fingers together and inserted them 
in her pussy, all the way up to my knuckles.  Marie moaned her 
approval and pushed against my hand.  I pushed back.  Juices 
squirted out around my fingers, and to my surprise my entire hand 
slipped inside her.

"Yessss...! Marie whispered.  "Yes.  Do it.  Do me hard.  That 
feels so good...."

I doubted that she knew it was my hand inside her.  Or if she 
even cared.  Her hips were slapping against the coffee table as 
she bounced and thrust against me, drawing my hand so deep inside 
that my fingers felt her cervix.  That's when she came, exploding 
into a violent orgasm.  Marie jerked and squeezed against my hand 
so hard that I wondered if she would ever release me.  I wiggled 
my fingers around inside her, and that set off another round of 
orgasmic pleasure.  "Oh, oh, oh," she gasped again, bucking and 
squeezing on my hand harder and harder ... until she went limp.  
She passed out.  She simply, out-and-out fainted.

"She's okay," Ann whispered softly from somewhere in the room.  
"Some women pass out in the peak of passion.  Just slip out your 
hand and wait."

Sure enough, a couple of minutes later Marie came back around.  
"Oh, that was wonderful," she whispered.  "You did great ...I 
needed that."  She sat up suddenly.  "But you didn't get yours, 
sir.  I owe you.  You're the master, and you're not satisfied."  
Suddenly she was grasping my still-erect penis.  "Let me really 
show you how much I appreciate what you did for me."  With no 
further ado, she swallowed my entire erection deep into her 
throat and began to hum.  I have no idea what the tune was, but 
her vocal chords vibrated alongside my pecker until it nearly 
drove me wild.  She certainly knew how to please.  When I shot a 
load down her throat, she swallowed and then continued humming 
and stroking.  I came again.  That's five times already today, I 
thought.  Thank you, Ann, for that miracle balm.

It was a little after 2:00 when Marie tied the sash on her kimono 
and sashayed across the lawn toward home.  From the way she 
walked, it was obvious she was one very satisfied lady.  I was 
amazed.  What I thought might be only a little bit shy of sexual 
abuse turned out to be a major turn-on for her.  Women are 
amazing, I thought, absolutely amazing.

"You better get in the shower," Ann instructed, "if you're going 
to be ready for Theresa.

"Any suggestions for how to handle her?" I asked.

"Well," Ann hesitated, "you've already screwed her once.  Maybe 
she liked it enough to be ready for another round.  Let's see how 
far you can get without my help.  I'll stay close and be ready.  
If she goes cold or doesn't want to cooperate, then I'll turn her 
on for you.  Otherwise..., well, let's just see what happens 
first."

~~~
Scene 3 - Theresa

She was late.  Not much, but neither was she on time like the 
first two women.  Maybe, I thought, she's not that anxious to 
meet me.  Then I remembered she was not expecting me, but was 
coming to see Ann.  So when she finally did arrive, she was 
already providing a host of apologies before she came through the 
door.  I was able to close the door behind her while she was 
still talking.  When she finally turned and saw me, I thought she 
was going to faint.

"Cripes!" she squealed.  "You're the guy who popped my cherry 
last week."

"The same," I admitted, somewhat proudly.  "It was a real joy, 
and I thank you the privilege."

"Well, I..., but Ann said...  Okay, what's going on?" she asked 
bluntly.

"Ann thought you and I should get better acquainted.  I hope 
that's all right with you."  I tried to be as charming as 
possible, though that much have seemed unlikely, what with my 
being naked and sporting an especially eager hard-on.  "Would you 
like to come on in and sit down?" I asked, being cautious to 
remain between her and the door, just in case she decided to 
split.

She pointed at my erection, "Are you planning to use that on me 
again?"

"Only if you want," I assured her.  "Oh, I would like to, but it 
will be your decision, and you will have to ask me to do it, if 
and when you're ready.  Fair enough?"

Lifting her eyes from my erection, she looked at my face as she 
considered my statement.  Then she spoke slowly, "Okay.  As long 
as I'm free to leave whenever I want."

"That's fair, but I hope you'll remain for awhile.  I really 
would like to know you better."

"Okay, maybe just a few minutes," she smiled, then preceded me 
into the living room.  Without further ado, she sat for a moment 
on the couch.  I sat down beside her, and instantly she rose to 
her feet and walked around the coffee table, choosing to sit in 
the big arm chair.  Then she blushed, saying, "I'm sorry.  I 
shouldn't have done that.  I didn't mean to be rude."  She rose, 
as if to return to the couch where I was seated, then paused, 
totally unsure of herself and what she ought to do.

"Is my nakedness really bothering you?" I asked.

"Well..., yes.  I've never been alone with a naked man before."

"What bothers you most?  The fact that I'm not wearing any 
clothes?  Or the fact that you are?"

She laughed automatically, then frowned as she considered my 
question.  Nervously she shifted her weight from one foot to the 
other.  Finally, she answered, "Both."

"Which would be better," I asked, "...for me to get dressed ...or for 
you to get naked?"

"Oh, I'm sure you would like me to undress.  I know.  That's what 
every man wants," she smiled.  "I guess men like to look at women 
a lot more than women like looking at men."

"Oh, I don't know.  I tell you what, if you get undressed, then 
we'll be equals.  Fair enough?"

She stood looking at me with a strangely blank expression.  Her 
hands moved about nervously, as though they moved of their own 
accord while she was deciding what to do.  She fingered the sides 
of her shorts, then briefly she cupped her breasts over the 
material of her tube top.  Finally, when she suddenly seemed to 
realize what she was doing, she smiled and said, "Maybe I ought 
to leave."

"And then you'll always wonder...."

"Wonder what?" she snapped.

"Just wonder ...you know, the big, unanswered question:  What IF...?"

"IF...?  Oh, that.  Well," she smiled.  "You're right.  I mean, 
it's not like you haven't seen everything I have already."  She 
paused, gave me a sideways grin, then added, "And you are the 
only man who's ever actually...."  

"...screwed you," I finished her sentence.  "And you were great.  
Sometime, I'd really like for us to do it again.  Right now, 
though, I would just like for you to relax.  Let's get 
acquainted.  Most people become friends before they screw.  We're 
just going at this a little bit backwards." 

"The story of my life," Theresa sighed.  With that, she pulled 
her tube top down to her waist, exposing her fabulous breasts.  
They were in full bloom.  Her nipples were not brown as so many 
girls but a rich, blushing pink.  Kicking off her shoes, she 
shucked out of her shorts and smiled at me as I surveyed the skin 
she had just laid bare.  She wore a tiny thong with only enough 
cloth to hide her pubic hair.  After a moment she pulled her tube 
top down around her hips, so that it became the briefest skirt 
imaginable.  

"You're quite lovely," I assured her.  "Sometime it would be nice 
to photograph you like that."

"I did that once," she said rather shyly.

"Oh?"

"Yes, I posed for my brother."

"Naught boy."

"Oh, no.  It was my idea.  I wanted to see how it would feel to 
have a man looking at me, even if he was my brother.  I still 
have the pictures on my computer."

"I bet he does, too."

"Matter of fact, he does," she smiled.  "That's okay.  I'm rather 
proud of them."

"If I had a body like that, I'd be proud of it too," I assured 
her.  "You're very pretty."

"Thank you," she said graciously.  Then she stripped her 
remaining two garments down her legs in one easy motion, laid her 
top and thong beside her shorts, and smiled sweetly as she came 
to the couch and sat down beside me.

Suddenly, in a strange sort of way, I felt as nervous as a 
fourteen-year-old boy on his first date.  I didn't know what to 
do.  Should I fold my hands, reach out and touch her breasts, pat 
her on the knee?  Nor did I know what to say.  Talk about awkward 
moments, this was my number one....

Theresa interrupted my thoughts by saying, "Well, what shall we 
talk about?  Or now that I'm naked, do you have something else in 
mind?"  She was staring out across the room, as if not wanting to 
make eye contact with me.  I wondered where Ann was, since 
Theresa had not yet shown any sign of the RMFG.  Hopefully, she 
will stay out of sight, I thought.

"Oh, I have something very definite in mind," I told her.  "It's 
you.  But for now, why don't you tell me what you thought of our 
party the other night."

"Well," she began, "it was pretty much like the other times we 
were with Judith and Randy.  Twice before, we spent an evening 
together.  Both times Judith screwed both my father and brother."

"In the same night?"

"Same night," she spoke moodily.  "The rest of us watched."

"So what did you do?"

"Well, I couldn't very well get it on with my brother.  And 
certainly not with my father.  One thing for certain, I was not 
about to let Randy touch me.  You probably heard that's how this 
neighborhood orgy started in the first place.  He was banging 
Marie, and when Judith found out about it she hired some goons to 
knock Marie around in front of Dad and Rick and me, which was not 
a nice scene at all.  That was the first time I was naked in 
front of any man.  Would you believe it?  It was my mother who 
actually stripped my clothes off in front of those guys.  

"Why would she do that?" I asked.

"The men told her to do it ...threatened her if she didn't ...so she 
just pulled off my clothes.  It was awful.  She was awful.  
That's why I rather enjoy seeing her get abused now and then."

"So when I came the other night, I was the one elected to..."

"...to take my cherry.  I had already told my brother that I did 
not intend to be a virgin when I go to college this fall.  I 
don't think he said anything, but I'm sure Judith had something 
like that in mind when she invited you and Ann to our house that 
night."

"She's nice," I told her.  "And I appreciate her even more now 
...you know, for her thoughtfulness ...for me as well as for you."

"Definitely," Theresa smiled, this time finally making eye 
contact.  "One of these days, you really need to screw her.  I 
think you will enjoy her."

"I'll keep that in mind," I assured her.  "But right now, I'm 
more interested in you."  I put my arm around her shoulder.  My 
fingers tingled when I touched her naked skin."  Expecting her to 
pull away, I was quite surprised when she leaned toward me and 
allowed her head to rest on my shoulder.

"This is nice," she whispered.  "You're very good for me.  I've 
heard girls tell how their first time was painful and brutal and... 
well, you've been very nice."

"Thank you," I assured her.  "You deserve it, and I'm trying to 
be nice to you," I assured her.

"No," she said a bit more loudly.  "I mean you're nice for me.  
You're helping me learn to how be a lady ...a lady with a 
gentleman.  And I appreciate that."

"You're welcome."

Just then she raised her head and exclaimed, "My goodness!  Does 
it stay up like that all the time?"  She reached her hand toward 
my erection, and I thought for a moment she was going to grab it, 
but instead she merely pointed her finger at it, as if it might 
bite.

"No," I assured her, "only when I'm near a pretty girl like you."

"May I touch it?" she asked.

"Of course.  I'd love for you to touch it."

"Oooh, it's much softer that I expected."  She laughed suddenly.  
"I guess I didn't take time to see what you put in me the other 
night.  I had needs that were so strong ...I really didn't care how 
I satisfied them."

"I know."

Using her fingers gently, Theresa slid the skin up and down on my 
shaft, experimenting with different ways of holding it.  A small 
drop of precum seeped out, and she stopped moving her hand.  "I 
wonder," she began.  "Do you mind," she started again, "if I 
taste it?  I saw Marie suck off Randy the other night, and before 
that I watched her give head to my father."

"You've never done that with a boy?" I asked.

"Well, one night I used my mouth on my brother, but it was dark.  
And I couldn't really see what it was like...."  She looked at me 
so sweetly that I couldn't help myself.  Without asking, I leaned 
forward and kissed her lips.  She responded warmly.

"Now, why don't you kiss me down there?" I asked.

She did.  Tentatively at first, then more forcefully, and then 
she opened her mouth and took me in.  My entire shaft slipped 
deep into her mouth.  I could feel her tongue searching, tasting, 
and I felt terrific!  She felt terrific!

"Nice," she said as she came up for air.

"You need to learn to breathe while you do that," I instructed.  
"And you also will need to learn how to control your gag reflex 
so you can slip it down into your throat.  Let it go way down, 
next to my vocal chords.  And then you hum.  Remember how your 
mother did it?    Trust me, every guy will love your for it."

"Can we work on that another time?" she asked.  "Right now, I 
want you to..., well, I want you to do it to me again, but I want 
it to be slow and gentle.  Is that okay?" she asked.  I nodded my 
agreement, and together we rolled off the couch, down onto the 
floor, where we stretched out side by side.  She snuggled up 
against me, facing me, and for several moments we rubbed our 
naked bodies together.

Slowly then, she lifted one leg up over my hip and drew me close, 
tight against her, and finally into her.  Compared with our 
previous coupling, which had been more like rutting than love-
making, this was tender and, as she had requested, and remarkably 
satisfying.  Considering the sex I had previously experienced 
that day, this was the best.  I knew I would not need to explain 
that to Ann, who was watching and probably feeling very 
unnecessary, certainly not needing the remote.

~~~~~
Continued in Chapter 18 



  
Chapter 17 - The Evaluation