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The Loveable Ladies of Libido Lane
(C) by Erotin Thraller
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Chapter 21, Neighborly Benevolence

Scene 1, The Consultation

Rick stopped by our house one evening.  Ann let him in, but he 
asked to talk with me.  She looked a bit disappointed as she 
showed him into my den.  I wondered if she thought he might have 
come to have a second round with her.  Actually, I would not have 
minded, since she deserved a bit of variety.  After all, she had 
arranged for me to screw those three lovely ladies on what we 
called "Evaluation Saturday."  Anyway, I was surprised when Rick 
wanted to speak with me.  He came right to the point.

"I stopped after work today for a few at the bar," he began as 
soon as he was seated.  "I met a fellow there who lives here on 
our street, down just a few houses.  He's something of a loner, I 
guess, because I've never seen him out and around.  Anyway, he 
says he has a nice wife, only they're on the outs right now."

"Wait a minute," I interrupted.  "I'm not a counselor, or 
anything like that."

"I know.  That's what he needs," he grinned.  "Anyhow, I 
overheard him talking to the bartender."

"Okay, so he's already talked to a counselor."

"Something like that," Rick laughed, then paused a moment.  "Did 
you hear anything about a robbery here on our street sometime 
back?"

I assured him I knew nothing about any robberies.  So he 
continued.

"He said it was one of those home-invasion jobs, maybe a couple 
of months ago.  Two guys came to the house, and when they opened 
the door the guys burst right in and took over.  Said they were 
not there to steal.  Instead, they abused this guy's wife, made 
her strip, and then sent her off to the mall dressed in a little 
bit of nothing to get her picture taken."

"She actually did it?" I asked, puzzled and more than a little 
intrigued.

"Yeah, they threatened the guy, made her watch while they burned 
his toe.  He still walks with a limp.  They threatened to do 
worse unless she obeyed them.  But when she got back home, the 
guys were gone."

"So what's the problem?"

"Well, the wife is all mixed up.  She won't let her husband touch 
her.  They've had no sex since it happened."

"She blame him for setting her up?"

"No, he says she's just off in her own little world.  She hardly 
talks to him," Rick reported.

 "What did they do to her, anyway?" I asked.

"You're not going to believe this," he grinned.  "They made her 
pierce her nipples."

"Made her?  How?"

"Like I said, they held a flame to his toe.  When he yelled, she 
obeyed.  Did the piercing herself.  Pretty gross, eh?"

"Yeah, not fun.  So what else did they do?"

"Well, after she pierced her nipples, they had her put a ring in 
each one.  Then they had her put on a dress which was nothing but 
a tube.  He said it had no sleeves, so it was held up by hooking 
it on her nipple rings."

"Now, that I would like to see," I exclaimed.

"I thought you might be interested," Rick affirmed.  "Well, now 
he says his wife wears that dress all the time.  Even after all 
these weeks, she is still wearing that same dress around the 
house ...with nothing under it, and that leaves her breasts out in 
the open all the time.  He says it's driving him nuts."

"She dresses like that, but she won't let him touch her?  Sounds 
strange...."

"I told him I thought I knew how to help him."

"Then why are you here?" I asked.

"Well...," he hesitated.  "To get help.  I watched you and your 
wife pass that little gadget back and forth the other night.  
Whatever it is sure created some mighty wild behavior in the 
women.  So I thought...."

"You thought it might help this guy's wife..."

"Her name is Ruth," Rick inserted.

"...that Ruth might be a candidate for some action.  Right?"

"Now you're getting the idea."

"And how are you going to manage this?"

"I think my family would be willing to help.  Dad is sympathetic 
when other men's wives misbehave, as you know.  And...," he 
continued, "both my sister and our sex toy already have their 
nipples pierced.  I'm sure they could create dresses similar to 
what the guy wears, and we could have a party."

"What about Judith and Randy?  Do we invite them?"

"Judith's nipples are not pierced.  I think it's important for 
all the ladies who attend to be pierced."

"Gotcha.  So when would this be?"

 "Week from Saturday," he grinned.  "I invited him to our house."

"Wait!  My wife's nipples are not pierced.  What about her?" 

"You've got ten days.  You decide."  He smiled, then added, 
"Either way, I hope you can come with your little gadget."  With 
that, Rick was gone.

"What was that all about?" Ann asked.

~~~
Scene 2, The Decision

"You didn't!" Ann exploded.  

I had just related my conversation with Rick.  She was less than 
enthusiastic.  However, the look on her face revealed more 
curiosity than repulsion.  She left the room, and I turned back 
to the paper I was reading.  Then she was back, standing in the 
doorway to the den.

"Did you actually think I would do what those other women did?  
...I mean, like pierce my nipples?  Did you?"

"I made no commitments, Ann.  The only agreement I made was that 
I would come.  He saw the remote, when we used it at their party, 
but he doesn't know what it is.  He saw the change it brought in 
the women who were there, and that's why he wants it used on 
Ruth."

"So why don't you just go down there and zap her?" Ann snipped.  
"That would get her off without going through all this other 
stuff.  You don't have to involve Rick's family.  Or me...."

"Oh, I suppose you're right.  On the other hand, if the effect is 
to be lasting, one that will really help Rick's friend, then the 
support of other women will be critically important.  Otherwise, 
it will just be a one night stand for her husband, and then she 
will retreat into her igloo as the suffering ice queen."

"Probably..., you're right.  But whether it will involve me, or not 
...well, we'll have to wait and see."  With that she stalked out 
again.

I couldn't help but chuckle. Engineers don't usually make spur-
of-the-moment decisions, especially female chemical types ...like 
my wife.

On Saturday, Ann left just before lunch without giving any 
definite explanation of where she was going or how long she might 
be gone.  It was after 3:00 when she returned, a crooked smirk on 
her face, as if she knew something she was not going to tell me.  
I remained silent, and she busied herself with preparations for 
dinner.  

Finally, as she prepared for bed and peeled her sweatshirt over 
her head, I was surprised to see she was wearing an old, rather 
substantial bra.  She saw that I noticed and made a production 
out of removing it slowly.  In the cups were several layers of 
tissue, stained slightly pink.  Blood?  I wondered.  Dumb me!  It 
made sense.  Her breasts seemed especially full.  

"What do you think?" she asked sweetly.

That was when I noticed the strands of dental floss protruding 
from each of her hard little nipples. 

"Well, you did it," I observed.  "I really didn't think you 
would."  

"I didn't think I would either," she admitted.

"Well, I love you for it.  And I'm certain Rick will, too."

"Thank you," she smiled.  "You know you're going to pay for 
this."

"So what changed your mind?" I asked.

"Ruth," she said softly.

"Ruth?  You mean...?"

"Yes.  Why beat around the bush when you can go straight to the 
source?  And, no, I didn't say anything about Rick or his party 
next week.  I just dropped by on the pretext of getting to know 
our neighbors.  Sure enough, she was wearing that dress, the one 
you described.  It doesn't cover much of anything above the 
waist.  Instead, it just hangs there, swaying below her breasts.  
The dress sways as her boobs bounce.  She tried to cover up when 
she came to the door, but it didn't work.  Her breasts were so 
obvious that I complimented her dress.  The next thing I knew she 
was showing me her nips and telling me how great they felt, and 
before I quite knew what was happening she was helping me pierce 
mine."  Ann smiled and thrust her chest out for my inspection.  
"Oh, one thing, it takes quite awhile to heal, certainly more 
than a week."

"But I thought she wore the dress almost immediately?" 

"She did," Ann agreed.  "But that was because she had to obey 
those guys.  She said it hurt an awful lot, and it still bothers 
her, but she wears it because she likes how it feels tugging on 
her breasts.  Oh, and her breasts have already enlarged a full 
cup size."  She grinned seductively, "I bet you would like mine 
to do that."

"So the two of you had a little nipple party," I teased.  "Did 
she say anything about the party next week?"

"No, it wasn't mentioned.  I'm not even sure she knows about it 
yet."

"So, now what do you do?" I asked.

"Well, I've got to decide what kind of dress I can wear.  I want 
to look nice ...and show off my new boobs."  She laughed, then 
added, "I'll have a little talk with Theresa about dresses she 
Marie will be wearing."  After pausing a moment, she said, "You 
better make sure you have new batteries in your generator thing."

~~~
Scene 3, Benefit Party

Yes, we called it a Benefit Party.  The reason was that John, 
Ruth's husband, needed sex, which he was not getting from his 
wife, even though she continually strutted around with her 
pierced breasts bare and beautiful.  Her oxymoronic behavior was 
driving him wild, so we neighbors decided to gather and help.  
Yes, it truly was going to be a benefit party.

Ann prepared her dress, red silk, slinky, with nothing holding it 
up except little clips on her nipple rings.  She said the weight 
of the dress was so slight that it didn't hurt much.  I told her 
the effect was absolutely erotic.  

Saturday came, and it was time to go.  I wore my cargo shorts, 
since the side pockets had proven ideal for concealing the 
remote.  Ann pulled a light shawl around her shoulders so that 
she was decent enough to walk to the neighbors' house.  As I rang 
the doorbell, I could hear Theresa instruct Marie to open the 
door.  My crotch came to attention as I realized I was about to 
meet two more ladies who would be dressed much like my wife.  
This party is going to be a benefit, I thought, for more than 
John and Ruth.

The door opened, and there stood Marie.  As I expected, her 
breasts were bare, and the rings in her pierced nipples held up 
her dress, what there was of it.  Theresa had outdone herself in 
planning her sex toy's apparel, for Marie's dress was a simply a 
fluffy bit of fake fur.  The strands were long and black, almost 
like feathers, which in itself was captivating.  The top of it 
began just below her breasts, and it was short enough to leave 
her legs totally exposed.  It was, in fact, so short that her 
bottom would certainly be exposed if she stooped even a little.  
She invited us in, and once inside I was also confronted by the 
nearly naked Theresa.  At first, I thought her dress was made of 
tissue paper, but then I realized it was light gauze, which was 
almost but not quite opaque.  In contrast with Marie's short 
dress, Ann's dress reached almost to her ankles.  Her lovely body 
was quite visible through the fabric, even to the point that her 
pubic bush was readily discernable.  The effect was tremendously 
erotic.  

"My, what a lovely you you have," I told her.

She blushed.  "Well, you ought to know.  But thank you, anyway.  
And welcome to our home.

We gathered in the family room and shared small talk for a few 
moments.  Then I asked, "Just to be sure of what's happening 
tonight, which of us men is supposed to do Ruth?  I mean, I don't 
want to get her fired up with the wrong guy.  Is it to be her 
husband?  Or one of you?"

Rick explained, "Dad and I talked about this, and we decided...."  
He paused to smile broadly.  "We think each one of us should take 
a turn with her.  But none of us will allow her to climax.  
Instead, let's give her a ride like she's never dreamed, and when 
she's a mile high we'll turn her over to John and let him enjoy 
the fruit of our labors, so to speak."

So it was agreed.  A moment later, the doorbell rang.

This time, since we were expecting Ruth and John, Rick went to 
the door.  The rest of us waited, quietly, but after a moment we 
realized whoever was at the door was not who we were expecting.

"Did you invite someone else?" Ann asked Brett.  

"No, just you two and the couple Rick told us about," Theresa 
explained.  "We told Judith about the party, but she agreed it 
was better for her not to come.  The problem was not so much her 
breasts as it was Randy." 

"Just as well," I agreed.  "So who is that?"

"Well, it's probably just a salesman.  We've had several guys 
lately trying to sell us new windows ...or get us to subscribe to 
another newspaper."

That's when Rick came back.  Following behind him was an 
attractive young lady, maybe 24 or 25 ...it's hard to tell these 
days.  Wide-eyed, she looked around the room, especially at the 
three nearly-topless women.  

"You didn't say this was an orgy," she exclaimed.

"No," I replied.  "It's a benefit party, and you're quite welcome 
to stay."

"Hi, I'm Theresa," greeting the new girl warmly, Theresa moved 
toward her and asked, "Do you live in the neighborhood?"

"Y-yes, just down the street.  I just moved in a few weeks ago."

"Oh, you must have bought the little house on the corner.  I 
heard it was a couple getting married this fall," Brett spoke up.

"Well, there won't be any wedding, so I guess it's my house now.  
Just mine ...all mine alone."

"And your name is?" Ann asked.

"Leticia," she smiled, apparently becoming a bit more at ease 
with her situation.

"I'm Ann."  She pointed at me.  "This is my husband.  We live 
next door.  And this is Marie."  She proceeded on around the room 
introducing each of person.  

"What did you mean when you said this was a benefit?" Leticia 
asked.

Rick smiled.  "One of our neighbors is having some, well, let's 
call it marital problems.  And we're doing the neighborly thing 
of getting together to see if we can, sort-of warm things up 
between them."  Theresa barely stifled a laugh.  "You're welcome 
to stay, if you like."

Before she could reply, the doorbell rang again.

"Well, that must be our guests of honor," Rick continued as he 
went to the door.  

While he was gone, Leticia whispered to Ann, "What's the deal 
with the dresses?  You three ladies are wearing almost exactly 
the same style." 

Ann smiled and started to answer, but she was interrupted when 
Rick ushered John and Ruth into the room.  John was dressed 
comfortably in shorts and a polo shirt.  Ruth, as we had 
expected, was wearing her black tube dress suspended from the 
rings in her nipples.  She did a double-take as she scanned the 
room, then burst out laughing.

"Oh, you wonderful, lovely ladies!  How nice of you to come 
dressed like that.  I didn't know I was setting a new style 
trend.  When John insisted it was all right for me to come like 
this, I had no idea there would be others...."

John smiled, his eyes moving eagerly from one pair of bare 
breasts to the next.  Finally, he turned to Rick and said, "I 
really appreciate what you're doing.  I really do."  He shook 
Rick's hand warmly.  Then he turned to Leticia, who seemed quite 
taken aback by the newcomers.  "I don't believe we've met."

"This is Leticia," Theresa smiled.  "She lives down the street 
and just dropped in.  We're all hoping she will stay and enjoy 
our party tonight."

"Well, I hope so, too," John replied.  Ruth added her invitation 
also, as did the others.

"I think I'd like to stay," she began, "but I'm afraid I'm not 
properly dressed."  She shrugged her shoulders, then cupped her 
breasts through her light sweater.

I had been watching her, wondering how she would look in a dress 
like Ann or Theresa was wearing.  Her legs were terrific, and 
most of them were showing beneath her short shorts.  Her yellow 
top was thin enough that her rather substantial bra showed 
through.  Even so, I shrugged off my temptation to zap her with 
the remote so I could see what was under her clothing.

She didn't need the stimulus.  Somewhat nervously, she said, 
"Well, if I'm going to join the party, I guess I had better 
actually join the party."  Even while she was speaking, she 
peeled her sweater over her head, brushed at her hair for a 
moment, then unhooked her bra and shrugged if off her shoulders.  
"Can I just put these over here?" she asked.  Without waiting for 
an answer, she dropped the clothes she had just removed beside 
the door.  Turning back toward us, she pinched her nipples.  "I'm 
sorry," she giggled as they hardened, "but I look kinda naked, 
not being pierced ...or having any jewelry.  But this is who I am."  
She shook her shoulders slightly, causing her breasts to roll and 
sway seductively.

"Just for the record," Ruth began, "I didn't get these buds 
pierced because I wanted to.  I was forced to do it."

"Really, Ruth," John cautioned.  "You don't have to go into that 
tonight."

"Well, I just thought they ought to know."

"I understand," Leticia said flatly.  "I was once forced to do 
some things I never dreamed of doing."

"Like what?" Ann asked, nodding to me that we needed to know why 
she had chosen to stay."

"Well," she said bluntly.  "I'm a virgin.  At least I was until I 
was kidnapped and hooked up to an awful sex machine.  It was like 
a piston which drove itself endlessly into me, in and out....  
Finally, I just passed out.  Afterward, the guy threatened to do 
it again unless I ...did stuff ...to his thing.  You know...."  She 
stuck out her tongue as if gagging.

"That's awful," Theresa concurred.

"The worst part of it...."  She paused a moment before continuing, 
"...is the guy I was engaged to had planned it ...and paid a big 
brute to do it me."

"So, technically," Ann asked, "you're still a virgin..., I mean, 
since you've never actually done it with a man?"

"Just a machine," Leticia agreed.  "But there's no man alive who 
could do to me what that machine did.  I kid you not.  That thing 
pounded into me all night long."

"You could do that," Ann whispered to me softly, "with the right 
help."

Leticia looked at me, somewhat puzzled, but didn't respond.

Instead, as if on cue, Rick's voice rang out above the rest of 
the small-talk, as he said, "Let's have some music ...and dance!"  
He pressed a button, and the sound system sprang to life, a 
throbbing beat with a tune I didn't recognize.  Something for the 
younger generation, I surmised as both he and Theresa began to 
bounce around, choosing partners.  Ruth resisted only 
momentarily, when Rick selected her and pulled her toward the 
center of the room.  His sister, obviously a more liberated girl 
than I had previously imagined, caught my hand, and before I 
quite knew what was happening, she was rubbing her pelvis against 
mine, her breasts swaying slightly, at least as much as they 
could while holding up her long white dress.  For a moment, I 
took my eyes off her breasts, smiled at her puckered lips, and 
caught a glimpse of my wife pulling Brett from his chair.  John 
watched for a moment, then he and Leticia joined the dance.  
Marie remained where she was, perched on the arm of the chair her 
husband had only recently abandoned.  I wondered if she felt 
equally abandoned, then remembered she was not considered his 
wife any more, but instead was the family sex toy.  Did that make 
her a plaything for her son and daughter as well? I wondered. 

Hardly had all the couples joined in the dance when Theresa 
pulled me to the side of the room.  "My boobs are killing me!  I 
can't dance with the weight of this dress dragging them down."  
She smiled up at me, "Do you mind if I become a bit more 
comfortable?"  Without waiting for an answer, she untied the 
strings from her nipple rings, then shimmied her hips a bit, 
allowing the dress to slip to her feet.  Kicking it to one side, 
she exclaimed, "There!  That's a lot better."  I had no argument, 
for she her naked body was far more beautiful than her dress.  

A moment later, Ann, whose nips must have been much more tender 
than Theresa's, divested herself of her dress without ever 
breaking the rhythm of the dance.  Brett's smile affirmed his 
appreciation.  That set the mood for the evening, and within a 
few minutes, most of the ladies were dancing naked.  Even Leticia 
dropped her shorts, revealing a neatly trimmed pubis, which 
appeared quite attractive.  

Finally, even Ruth joined the others.  As she stepped out of her 
sheath, she smiled cautiously when her shaved pussy was revealed.  
"I was afraid to do this," she seemed obliged to explain, "until 
Leticia showed her bald snatch."

By then, all the men were sporting bulges in their britches.  
Brett and John stripped out of the remainder of their clothes, 
but I kept my shorts on, primarily to maintain control over the 
remote, even though it was beginning to look like it would not be 
needed.  

The way Ruth's naked body writhed and twisted, while she danced 
with Rick, caused me to wonder what John's problem was.  Surely 
such a sexual being as Ruth could not be as cold as John had told 
Rick.  Indeed, she had come to the party, meeting total 
strangers, with her breasts revealed.  What's more, she had 
prepared herself by shaving her pussy and then wearing nothing 
but that single garment previously forced upon her by the men who 
had invaded their home.  The mere fact that she had chosen to 
continue wearing their rings in her nipples was an indication she 
had major sexual desires.  They may have been previously 
suppressed, but now those secret urges were taking control.  She 
danced wildly with Rick.

Marie was still dressed.  That is, if you could call her dressed.  
Even when standing, her dress was so short that it scarcely 
covered her buns, and a couple of times I was certain I had seen 
her hair thatch at her crotch.  Earlier, while Brett was sitting 
in the chair, she had perched on the arm of the chair, but when 
he joined the dance, she simply leaned back and crossed her legs.  
Her dress rose higher, exposing the full length of her legs, even 
above her buttocks.  Her breasts heaved, and I recalled our 
previous encounter and how passionate a partner she could be.  
Interesting, I thought.  So is her daughter.  I turned to look at 
the naked young lady with whom I was dancing.  This is the 
beginning of another interesting neighborhood party.  In 
anticipation of what was yet to come, the bulge in my shorts grew 
larger.

Rick dropped his shorts, and I heard Ruth gasp as she caught her 
first glimpse of Rick's manhood.  Her attention was focused too 
low to see him signal me.  I faked a sudden Charlie horse and 
dropped out of the dance.  Theresa continued her rhythms solo 
while I flopped into a chair facing the dancers.  Rick maneuvered 
Ruth to a position in front of me, and I turned on the RMFG.  

Ruth immediately exploded in erotic ecstasy, gyrating and 
twisting her pelvis as if to shake free from the new inner 
compulsions which were taking control of her.  I increased the 
volume, and she reacted in such a wildly sexual exhibition that I 
was certain she might injure herself.  Instead, she pulled Rick 
atop her as she dropped to the floor.  If Rick had tried to get 
away, he would never have succeeded.  This was the second time I 
had watched a woman rape a man from underneath him, for Ruth went 
after Rick much the same way as Judith had done to Brett on their 
first meeting.  She screwed him up and down, in and out, all the 
while twisting her torso desperately demanding satisfaction.  

After a few moments, Rick freed himself from her grasp, but Ruth 
continued to bounce and thrust.  Brett replaced his son, driving 
his erect penis deep inside Ruth's craving canyon.  I'm not sure 
Ruth noticed the change of partners, but even if she did she was 
too involved in seeking satisfaction really to care.  

All the dancers stood still, enthralled by the erotic scene 
transpiring before them.  

"Don't let her come," Rick cautioned, probably to his father.  Or 
maybe he was instructing me.

John seemed in complete denial, unable to comprehend what had 
taken control of his wife.  "I don't get it," I heard him 
whisper.  "She wouldn't let me touch her!  And now...?"

"Your turn," Ann whispered beside me.  "Give me the remote."  She 
had settled on the arm of the chair where I was sitting, and I 
handed the RMFG to her.  I stood, slipped out of my shorts.  When 
Brett came up for air, I took his place atop Ruth.  Inside, she 
was a raging inferno, and my erection swelled even more as she 
absorbed me deep within her moist warmth.  I met her thrusts as 
best I could, but I had trouble balancing myself because her 
gyrating body was bouncing so violently.  She gave me quite a 
ride. 

Then I heard Rick's voice, "All right, John.  I think she's ready 
for you.  Enjoy yourself." 

I pulled away, and John climbed on.  Ruth seemed to realize who 
was in her this time, and she redoubled her efforts in seeking 
satisfaction.  Ann was concealing the RMFG beneath my shorts, and 
I sat beside her.  

"Shall I give her some more?" I asked.  

"By all means," Ann laughed.  "Give her the Max!"

I did, and Ruth exploded in an orgasmic crescendo which left John 
gasping for air.  The others applauded.  That's when I turned off 
the power, allowing Ruth eventually to relax.

"It's our turn," Ann called out.  I looked up to see her hugging 
Theresa close, and I realized she had positioned the girl so the 
RMFG would absorb them both in the single field.  I pressed the 
on-button, and a moment later both naked women were in heat.  Ann 
threw herself at Brett while Theresa pulled me on to the floor 
with her.  A few moments later, as I climaxed within Theresa, I 
realized my wife had already satisfied Brett and was now astride 
Rick, riding him to completion.

Later, as we returned to our chairs, a faint voice was heard 
above the heavy breathing and gasps for air.  "What about me?"  
Marie was still sitting on the arm of her chair, still wearing 
the black fur shift.  "Don't I get any?" she asked.

"Well," Brett responded.  "You've been patiently obedient, like 
the good slave you are.  So it is your turn."  

She smiled, even as he commanded, "Stand up and dance for us."  
She obeyed.  And when he ordered her to strip, she dropped her 
single garment and continued dancing naked.  After a few more 
moments, Brett said, "All right, Marie, you can have any man here 
who's willing to have you.  Who do you want?"

Marie laughed, then tugged at the coffee table until she had it 
turned toward me.  Then she stretched out on it and spread her 
legs wide open toward me, giving me a lascivious smile.  "I want 
your hand," she pleaded.  "Please."

I knew what she meant.  "Do you need any help?" I asked.

"No, I'm already hot, just watching everyone else.  Please, just 
do it to me."

She was correct.  Moisture was already dripping from between her 
folds.  She must have been playing with herself while we danced, 
for she was soft and flexible, enough that my fingers slipped in 
easily.  After just a few strokes to manipulate her, she arched 
her hips and opened wide enough to admit my knuckles, then my 
entire hand.  I heard Theresa gasp, along with her brother.  

Deep inside her, I curled my fingers and massaged the ridges of 
her vagina.  Marie screamed in joyous approval, bouncing her hips 
on the table top as she absorbed my hand inside her all the way 
up to my wrist.  Then she exploded, squeezing my hand, rubbing 
her clit against my wrist bone in joyous celebration as she 
satisfied her sexuality.  I simply held my hand still, allowing 
her to enjoy herself until, finally, she released me.  Only then 
did I withdraw.  

"I have never, ever seen anything like that," Leticia exploded, 
suddenly releasing her pent-up breath, which she must have been 
holding the entire time.  "My pussy would never stretch so big!"  
Her eyes bounced back and forth from Marie to me.  Then she 
demanded,  "How did you do that?"

Theresa laughed, "Oh, she's had lots of practice."

Ann responded, "Leticia, didn't you say you've never had a man's 
cock inside you?"

"Yes, but..." she hesitated.

"Really?" a couple of others asked, as in disbelief.  

"Oh, I've had a dildo in me.  In fact, I had a machine pounding 
away inside me all night.  Once."

"How could you stand it?" Marie asked.

"I didn't have a choice.  I was kidnapped..., forced to do horrible 
things with my mouth on this big brute."  She cringed as the 
memory returned.

"Horrible things?" Ann asked.  "You mean he made you suck his 
cock?"

"Exactly!" Leticia exclaimed.  "My fiancè wanted me to do it to 
him, and when I refused he hired this monster to force me.  They 
even brainwashed me so I would crave it and do it on command.  
Now the whole idea is just sickening to me."

"How horrible to be mistreated like that!" Theresa exclaimed.  

"I don't see how any woman can do that to a man," Leticia 
exclaimed.

"Oh, I don't know," Marie smiled.  I rather like giving head." 

"You're putting me on," Leticia accused.

"Not in the least," Marie smiled.  "I think every woman secretly 
wants to do it."

Ann said, "If you're ever going to have a satisfactory sex life," 
Leticia, "you will have to get over your phallic fears." 

"Yeah, sure.  Just like that, I'm going to change my taste for 
sex.  Pardon the pun," Leticia sneered.  "Why would I want to do 
that?"

"Because it's fun," Marie insisted.

Ann nodded to me, indicating she had a small tube in her hand.  
Silently she motioned for me to sit in the large upholstered 
chair.  Putting her arm across Leticia's bare shoulders, Ann 
consoled her sympathetically, "I can appreciate how traumatic 
your ordeal was, but it's best to put it all behind you so you 
can get on with your life.  Now, I certainly wouldn't push you 
into anything that's revolting to you, but I can assure you it's 
not as bad as you think."

"Oh, sure!  That's easy for you to say," Leticia sneered again.

"It is," Ann agreed, "but that's because my husband as the best-
tasting cock in the world."

"I'm sorry, Ann, but I can't accept that as fact."

"Will you humor me?  I mean," Ann asked, "will you do one thing 
for me?"

"No, I won't suck your husband's cock, if that's what you mean."

"Oh, I would never ask you to do that," Ann assured her.  "But I 
would like for you to try one simple little experiment for me."  

"Like what?" Leticia questioned, apparently moved by Ann's 
compassion.

"All I ask is that you kiss the tip of my husband's cock."  
Before Leticia could protest, Ann continued, "Keep your lips 
closed.  Just plant a little kiss on the tip of his tool.  That's 
all I ask.  Will you do that?"

Leticia looked at me as if I were the devil himself, then down at 
my erection, already standing at attention with anticipation of 
what was sure to occur if she took my wife's advice.  Ann stepped 
over by the chair, reached down and pinched the head of my pecker 
as if to show it wouldn't bite.  It was a simple move, but I felt 
the wetness on her fingers and knew she had just coated me with 
her special formula from Tube X.  

"Just one little kiss," Ann repeated.  "I promise you that he has 
the best-tasting cock in the world.  Just kiss it, and after 
that, I'll shut up and not pester you."  She turned to the 
others.  "Are we all agreed?  There'll be no more talk of this if 
she will just give him one little kiss?"

The others nodded their agreement, although I could detect 
skeptically raised eyebrows as they wondered what was going on 
with Ann.

"Well," Leticia whispered hoarsely.  "I guess I could try...."  She 
came toward me slowly, cautiously, brushing her hair back from 
her face.  Then she leaned over slightly.  Her breasts swayed 
past my face as she leaned farther down.  For a moment she 
paused, looked me full in the face and smiled.  I smiled back.  
Apparently somewhat reassured, she leaned on down, and I felt the 
warmth of her lips for just a moment.  The she straightened up 
and looked around.

All eyes in the room were on her as she said, "There.  I did what 
you asked."  Then she licked her lips.

Ann looked at me and grinned.  I braced myself, but not quite 
soon enough.  In a moment of desperation, Leticia dropped to her 
knees and swallowed almost my entire erection in one gulp.  Her 
head bounced up and down as she sampled my shaft with her tongue, 
as if tasting it for the first time.  I hoped she did not decide 
to use her teeth.  She did not.  Instead, she licked and gulped 
as if she were eating a Popsicle.  Believe me, it felt great!...for 
I was the beneficiary of all that she did.  

Momentarily, I glanced across the room and saw my wife 
instructing Rick to sit, and in what appeared to be an accident, 
she brushed the tip of his erection.  He did not know that Ann 
had prepped him to be next in line after me.  I was glad, because 
I knew I couldn't hold out long under the workout the girl was 
giving me.  When I came, she slurped down my entire load.

"Nooo," she complained, as Ann pulled her away, but when Ann 
directed her to Rick's erection she exclaimed, "Yessss!"  Then 
she went after him like a puppy suddenly loose in a butcher shop.  
Rick arched his back, and I knew he would soon unload.  By then 
Ann was already preparing Brett for his turn.  And so it went as 
all the men got their turn.   Leticia systematically sucked off 
every cock in the room, hardly coming up for air between them.  

Finally, when each of the guys had taken a turn in her mouth, Ann 
eased Leticia into a chair and gave her a glass of lemonade.  
"Here," she directed.  "Rinse your mouth and relax.  You've had 
enough for one night.  And what's more, you're still a virgin."

"Wow!" was all Leticia could say.  "I certainly don't know what 
came over me."

"Did you enjoy it?" Ann asked.

"Well," Leticia grinned, "I really hate to admit this, but YES!  
I thoroughly enjoyed every one of the cocks I sucked.  And you 
know what? ...I think I'm pretty good at it."  

"Well," Rick laughed, "I guess this turned out to be a benefit 
party after all."

~~~~~~
Continued in Chapter 22


NOTE:  Did I get the info correct on the piercing? 
Any of you lady-readers (who have your nipples pierced) care to comment?
Do include a picture of your nips, if you will...

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Chapter 21, Neighborly Benevolence