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The Loveable Ladies of Libido Lane
(C) by Erotin Thraller
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Chapter 25  - Overnight Visits

Scene 1, Ember and Rick

Ember stood for several moments, totally thunderstruck.  She 
looked for Frank, but he had already disappeared, along with all 
the other men.  For a moment, she recalled sitting at the table 
after that man had instructed her to go in the rest room and 
remove her top.  She had been petrified at the thought of doing 
it, but was afraid not to obey.  Now here she was again, about to 
confront another man, one she had never actually met, only this 
time she was already naked.  Completely!  Her feelings were much 
the same as before.  Then she realized, Whoever this man may be, 
he has probably already seen me here without my clothes.  Maybe I 
will recognize him when he comes to the door.  Then she began to 
wonder, What will he think?  Oh, my!  I wonder if he will still 
be naked?

She looked at the address on the bottom of her cup.  Yes, she 
thought, it reads 97217.  That's across the street and only two 
houses down.  She started to walk that direction, then realized 
there was something else written on the cup... "Ask for Rick."  She 
decided that probably meant more than one man lives at that 
address.  That's when she remembered the father and son who had 
come together.  I wonder which one is Rick ...the father or the 
son?

Brett and Rick stood in the entryway for several moments after 
arriving home.  Rick pushed the door closed behind him and 
reached for the light switch.

"Let's wait on the light," his father laughed.  "Neither of us 
looks very appealing right now, dressed as we are."

"I feel stupid," Rick exclaimed.  "I thought we would have a bit 
more interaction with the ladies.  I mean, after all, they were 
all naked...!  And now here we are back home ...and no food 'til 
tomorrow?  Some celebration this turned out to be!"

"Well, just in case there's something we don't know, I'm not 
going to get dressed until our sex toy gets home.  If nothing 
else, I'll take out my frustrations on her.  On the other hand, 
she was in on planning this evening.  I'm sure she can explain 
what's going on."

"Suit yourself," Rick muttered.  "You can wait for her in the 
dark if you want.  I'm going upstairs to my room."  And he did.

There was ample light in the house for Brett to find his way into 
the kitchen, where he put a cup of water in the microwave.  
Instant coffee is not my favorite, but it'll do while I wait for 
Marie.

Ember approached the house and stopped just short of the 
doorstep.  Is this really necessary? she asked herself.  Who 
would care if I simply went home and went to bed?  A flood of 
fear invaded her entire body, and then she acknowledged to 
herself, I would care.  I really need to go in here and talk with 
this man, whoever he is.  Besides, some other woman is going to 
be spending the night with Frank.  So she climbed the three steps 
to the door and pressed the button.  The chime played a simple 
tune inside.

Startled, Brett thought, That's strange.  Marie knows I would 
leave the door unlocked for her.  The microwave was still running 
as he went back to the door and pulled it open.  There in the 
semi-darkness stood a naked lady, much shorter than Marie, and 
instead of the dark hair he was expecting, this lady was a 
strawberry blonde.

"Hello," she said.  "I'm Ember, from up the street."

"And I'm Brett," he replied.

"I was told to ask for Rick," she countered nervously.

"He's upstairs in his room.  If you like, you can just go on up.  
Here, let me get a light so you can see better."  

Ember blinked, momentarily blinded when the light clicked on.  
Still a bit tipsy from the spiked lemonade, her first response 
was to cover her breasts, suddenly embarrassed at being naked 
before this strange man ....not the man she was supposed to meet.  
Then she realized he was likewise naked, and from obvious 
appearances quite aroused.  When she saw Brett's very stiff 
erection, his invitation to find Rick upstairs suddenly became a 
whole lot more appealing.  He stepped back out of the way, 
indicating the stairs, and she climbed without looking back.

Rick heard the doorbell and the sound of his father's voice, but 
he didn't understand what was happening until Ember appeared in 
his doorway.  In the past few weeks, he had grown rather 
accustomed to seeing Marie parading around naked, and he had even 
seen his sister several times in the all-together, but here was a 
woman he had never seen before.  She was obviously a resident of 
The Lane, for she was naked.  But what was she doing here?  Her 
blonde hair was pushed back over her shoulders, falling far down 
her back.  Her hard little nipples were bright pink, and her 
thatch of blonde pubic hair was long enough to comb.  

"Hello," she smiled.  "Are you Rick?"

"I am," he said, confused at what was going on.

Ember crossed the room to where he was seated at the computer, 
then showed him the address written on the bottom of her red cup.  
"I was instructed to come here to spend the night."  She did her 
best to smile, then lifted her arms and ran her fingers through 
her hair, allowing it to spread around her freckled shoulders.

"Really?" Rick responded.  "And what are we supposed to do while 
you're here?" he asked.

"Well," Ember hesitated, "I guess we can do pretty much whatever 
we like."  She smiled at him again, suddenly realizing that this 
experience must be exactly the way Simone would have felt.  "What 
would you like to do?" she asked.

Stunned, and not quite believing what he was seeing, much less 
what he was hearing, Rick reached out and ran his fingers through 
her thatch of pubic hair.  "Well, to begin with, I think we ought 
to get acquainted." he smiled.  "At least, I would like to get to 
know you."  Then he added, "...and your body."  She stood quite 
still, not sure what to say.  Rick gently reached out his arms 
and encircled her, grasping her round bottom in his hands, then 
pulled her up close.  On impulse, his kissed her dimpled belly 
button.  Ember giggled, partly because she felt like a teenager 
again, but mostly because the lemonade was having a major impact 
on her system.  She did not pull away.

He lifted his face and kissed each of her pink little button 
nipples.  Again, Ember giggled, responding warmly to his touch, 
pressing her breasts against his face.  When he pulled her face 
down and kissed her lips, she opened her mouth and received him 
with growing excitement.  It had been so long since a man had 
shown her such gentle attention that she found herself craving 
more, wanting to please him.  Rick sensed her favorable response.  
He stood, lifted her from her feet and laid her on his bed.  Her 
hair spilled out over the pillow, but she brushed it away from 
her face.  For a moment, Rick stood looking down at her, then 
catching her by the shoulders, he straightened her up into a 
sitting position and pressed his engorged erection toward her 
face.  

Ember reacted automatically, violently jerking her head away in a 
remembered response to her father's abuse so long before.  Then, 
just as quickly, she was ashamed.  She knew this handsome young 
man was not trying to hurt her.  Indeed, he was not forcing her 
to do anything.

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I didn't mean to...."

"No, I'm sorry," Ember interrupted.  "It's just that...."

Before she could finish, Rick remembered how the lady on the 
street had rubbed something on his erection just a short time 
back.  He wasn't sure at the time what it was ...it simply felt 
good, but now he remembered that same lady had previously done 
something like that at the Benefit Party, and the effect had been 
tremendous.  So he took a clue from her play book and said, "I 
won't ask you to do that, if you will just do one small favor for 
me."

"Of course," she whispered, hoping this was not going to spoil 
their encounter.  "What do you want?"

"Kiss me ...I mean, just kiss the tip of my erection.  You can keep 
your lips closed.  Just a little kiss is all I ask."

Hoping this was a face-saving way to avoid a total 
misunderstanding, Ember smiled up at Rick, then pulled him to her 
and briefly kissed the tip of his tool.  It was warm to the touch 
and actually smelled quite nice.  

"Move over and I'll lie down beside you," Rick suggested.

"Of course," she smiled back, slid over, and as he lay down, she 
licked her lips....

Rick was totally unprepared for what happened next.  Brazenly, 
Ember announced, "I need more of that, please!"  She rolled over 
and braced herself on her elbows, grasped his erection with both 
hands.  A moment later he was deep in her mouth, with her head 
bobbing up and down passionately.  It took only a moment for him 
to erupt, spurting again and again.  She swallowed, sputtered, 
swallowed again, and kept on pumping.

Thanks to Ann's special cream, Rick's erection did not wilt.  He 
was good to go for several more ejaculations.   

Thanks to Ann's special cream, Ember was desperate to have more 
...indeed to obtain all he could produce.  That was the beginning 
of several hours of intense oral sex, the likes of which neither 
had ever dreamed possible, nor did they understand why it was 
happening.  They simply enjoyed each other.  Immensely. 

Eventually, when Ember came up for air, Rick rolled her on to her 
back, poised above her, and thrust his still-vibrant erection 
deep into her rosy pussy.  She arched her back, thrust her hips 
against him, and in a voice still hoarse from all her oral 
exercise asked, "Where ...have you been ...all my ...life?"

~~~

Scene 2, Judith and Mike

Mike was mad.  He had wasted an entire evening, all for nothing.  
Oh, seeing all the neighbor ladies in the buff had been 
interesting, but what was the point?  His wife was a lot better 
looking than most of them, and Leeza was perfectly happy to strip 
down and show off her wares any time he was in the mood.  

It was surprising, however, to see her take charge of the group 
and make the announcements.  Probably she actually could handle 
an important job, like she kept insisting she wanted to do.  That 
was nice to know, but after all, she was a woman, and her place 
was in the home.  True, there was not much at home for her to do.  
Maybe one day they would have children, but not until his job was 
more secure and he had a better income.  For now, it was 
stretching the budget to make house payments and keep up with 
other expenses.  Leeza said she'd like to have her own car, but 
right now that was totally out of the question.  Maybe later.  
For now, he was tired.  He wondered how much longer Leeza would 
be busy at that stupid gathering the women arranged.  It was time 
for her to come home.  And be with him.  So he went upstairs, 
pulled on his pajama bottoms and lay on the bed.

Judith paused for a moment after most of the other ladies were 
gone.  Since the gathering had been in the street, right in front 
of her house, it was easy to watch out of the corner of her eye 
as Ruth took a deep breath and knocked at her door.  Judith gave 
an audible sigh as Randy admitted Ruth.  Judith wondered how many 
other women her husband had known, other than Marie, before she 
put him on a short leash.  Oh, well, tonight was tonight.  Let 
him have his fun because she certainly intended to have her own 
fun.  It was her right, after the scene he and Marie had put on.  
Screwing Brett and his son, Rick, had been a special treat, which 
completely convinced her that sex was going to be a continuing 
event in her life ...with or without Randy.  Then, remembering 
Brett and Rick, she quickly checked the number on the bottom of 
her cup to see if perchance she had drawn their home.  Not this 
time.  Which was fine anyway, because a little variety would be 
good.  The house number she had drawn was 97225, which was almost 
down to the end, probably the first house on the cul de sac.  She 
began to walk that direction.  

The fourth house on the left was the one she wanted.  It was 
dark, which was strange.  She thought whoever lived there would 
have left a light on.  Even if he was not expecting a surprise 
lady, then he should at least have left a light on for his wife.  
Maybe he wasn't home yet.  She rang the doorbell.

When there was no sound, she pressed the button again.  There was 
a shuffling sound, then the door opened.  He was tall and gangly, 
towering over her.  In the darkness, his hook-nose made him look 
like a vulture peering down from its perch in a tree.  His frame 
was so thin his sweat pants appeared about ready to fall.

"Yeah, what-a ya want?"  Before she could answer, he asked, 
"Where's Leeza?"

"I'm Judith," she replied as sweetly as she could muster, 
considering how she had just been yelled at.  "I'm your Simone 
for tonight."  

"So?  Where's my wife?"

"I honestly don't know," Judith smiled.  "She's somewhere here in 
the neighborhood."  She caught her breath, then asked, "May I 
come in?"

"I don't know.  What would my wife think if she came home and 
caught me here with a naked woman that I don't even know?"

"What would you say," Judith asked, taking another deep breath, 
"if I told you she was right now knocking on the door of some 
other man here in the neighborhood, just like I am here?"

"Probably, I would throw her clothes out in the street and tell 
her to keep walking."  

"Well, I really hope you won't do that, Mike.  And I really would 
like to come so we can get to know each other."  Judith once more 
smiled as sweetly as she could, quite frustrated at the rejection 
she was feeling.  "I can be very friendly, if you know what I 
mean."

"Well, if that's what you want...," he pulled the door open and 
stepped back for her to enter.  "Remember," he said sharply, 
"this is your idea, and when Leeza gets here you will have to 
explain that to her."

"Will she believe me?" Judith asked, deciding to play his game 
with him.

"Probably.  I guess she was in on planning this stupid outing 
tonight, so probably she knows what's going on.  Yeah, I guess 
she will take your word on it.  You women usually stick together 
anyhow."

"Really?"

"Yeah, they do."  He turned on the light and took his time as he 
looked her over carefully.  "Well, I never dreamed some naked 
whore would coming knocking on my door, begging to come in and be 
nice to me."

"Well, just for the record, I'm not a whore.  I'm one of your 
neighbors, and I'm simply making a friendly call in the name of 
our late neighbor Simone."

"Yeah, I heard.  She's the girl who worked in the altogether for 
that old guy up the street.  Well, if you're here to take her 
place, I want you to know there's no job opening here.  My wife 
keeps the place neat and clean, and she don't need help to do 
it."

"What about you?  Do you need a little help?" she tugged 
mischievously at the knot at his waist, untying it so that it 
came loose.  His pajama bottoms dropped to his ankles.  His cock, 
suddenly exposed, rose to attention in an acceptable, if not 
exciting, erection.

"Damn you, Lady.  Are you a pervert, or what!  I ought to... By 
damn, I think I will, just to teach you a lesson...!"  He grabbed 
her by the arm and pulled her through the archway into the living 
room.  There he flopped into an overstuffed chair and pulled her 
down across his lap.  Swat, swat, swat, he began delivering hard 
bare-handed blows to her upturned bottom.  "This, naked Lady, is 
what ought to be done to every one of the naked broads out there 
in the street.  Teach you a lesson."  Swat, swat, the spanking 
continued. 

"Even your wife?" Judith asked through the pain and her tears.  
"What about her?"

"Forget about her.  You're here, so you're going to get it.  You 
hear?"  With that he dumped her off his knees on to the floor.  

Judith was furious.  Never before in her life had she been 
spanked, not even as a child.  What's more, she knew she was not 
only beautiful, but she was a good, kind, and loving woman, even 
though she was quite aware that her husband and Marie did not 
share her opinion.  Her bottom burned fiercely from the blows 
Mike had just delivered, but that only served to enflame her 
emotion.  Immediately, she was on her feet.  Mike started to rise 
from his chair, but before he could, Judith delivered a solid 
right to Mike's jaw, a blow so hard and well-placed that it would 
have been praised in any boxing ring.  Her blow made quite an 
impression on Mike, so much that he simply sprawled out across 
the floor, not quite unconscious but neither was he in control of 
his senses.

"Mister, I came here to be friendly, and by damn that's what I 
intend to do," she declared.  Kneeling down beside him, she began 
stroking his wilting erection, bringing it back to  life, and as 
soon as it was sufficiently aroused, she straddled it and lowered 
herself down over it.  By the time Mike was fully awake, Judith 
was bouncing up and down atop him, stroking his cock with all the 
strength of her sexual muscles.  Dumbfounded, perhaps a little in 
shock by what was happening to him, Mike simply lay still, and 
within minutes he exploded inside her.  She continued to bounce, 
and with the boost provided by Ann's special ointment, his 
erection endured, producing a second climax.  And then another.  
Finally, her anger began to be replaced with erotic passion.  It 
was then that Judith climaxed in the most violent orgasm she had 
ever experienced.  They shared it together.

Finally, having vented her anger and satisfied her sexual 
cravings, at least for the moment, Judith rolled off Mike and on 
to the carpet.  "Wow!" she exclaimed.  Then she added, "Thank 
you.  I hope you're satisfied."

"Lady, if I had known you could do that, I sure would never have 
spanked you."

"Well, if you hadn't spanked me, then I wouldn't have had to hit 
you.  I'm sorry," Judith said.

"Oh, don't apologize.  You're a great fuck, and I do thank you 
for that."  He paused a moment, then asked, "You say, my wife is 
making a call like this right now, with some other guy here in 
the neighborhood?"

"I don't know if she really is, or not, but that was the original 
plan for all the ladies," she explained.

"Well, what-a-ya-know!  An entire neighborhood swapping wives...."  
He sat up and grinned.  "If that's the case, why don't we go in 
the kitchen and get us a snack and something to drink, and then I 
think I'd like to have another go-round with you, if that's 
okay?"

Judith laughed.  "I thought you'd never ask."

~~~

Scene 3, Ann and Leticia and Frank

Ann started up the street toward the entrance into Libido Street, 
knowing 97201 was the first house off the main thoroughfare.  
Most of the ladies were already walking the other direction.  
Then she saw Leticia coming her way.  Since there were only two 
houses in this direction and one was vacant and for sale, Ann 
decided they must have both drawn the same house number, as Leeza 
had said.  

Well, this will be a new experience, Ann said to herself.  I've 
never shared a man with another woman. I wonder how we'll handle 
this? Which one of us will...?  She paused to ponder the 
possibilities, then decided, Oh, we'll just have to work it out 
as we go along.  That decided, she called back down the street, 
Leticia, going my way?

Frank was already home, quite disgusted with the entire evening.  
He had felt embarrassed and miserable, so much that he stood as 
far back in the group as possible, hoping nobody saw his 
shriveled manhood.  What was really humiliating was to have that 
woman come by and rub some icky salve on it.  Where did she get 
the nerve to do that? he wondered, and to a total stranger too!

It felt good to be home, so good in fact that even though it was 
nearly bedtime, he pulled on his old familiar clothes.  Fully 
dressed, he went to the kitchen for something to eat.  I thought 
they were going to serve something a meal.  Someone brought a 
grill, but then they said no food until tomorrow noon.  Bummer!  
He was standing in front of the refrigerator looking inside when 
the doorbell rang.

Leticia was surprised when she saw Ann waiting for her.  Then she 
remembered that Leeza had warned that one of the addresses had 
been given to two ladies.  That must mean Ann and me, she 
reasoned.  Well, that should make it easier for me, she thought.  
Ever since it was decided that all the ladies would be assigned 
to men on The Lane, she had been wondering if that meant her 
first actual intercourse would not be with a man of her own 
choosing.  She still didn't understand what happened at that 
Benefit Party.  She arrived quite innocently unaware of her 
neighbors' activities, but before she quite realized what was 
happening she had stripped off her clothes and ended up giving 
head to every man there.  It was so totally out of character, 
especially since it had been her refusal to suck her fiancé's 
cock that led to her..., well, she didn't want to think about that.  

Now, here she was, once more totally naked, out in the street, on 
her way to spend the night with a man she didn't even know.  
Leeza had said earlier that this experience would closely 
parallel what Simone had gone through when she came to Libido 
Lane, and right now Leticia was certain she knew exactly how 
Simone had felt.

As she caught up with Ann, a bundle of mixed feelings was 
invading her mind.  Ann certainly seemed more accustomed to sex 
than Leticia, and that was a comfort, but it also was rather 
intimidating.  She felt so inadequate for whatever lay ahead.

Ann rang the bell without hesitation.  There was a long pause, 
then the light beside the door came on.  Both ladies were 
suddenly illuminated, and immediately both felt like they were in 
the spotlight, on the stage where they were about to perform.  
Being naked in public, even at night, was very nerve-wracking.  
Leticia caught her breath.  Ann heaved a big sigh.  The door 
opened.

The man standing before the ladies appeared more unnerved than 
they felt.  He was fully dressed, wearing blue Dockers and a 
matching blue shirt.  He was the perfect nerd.  All he lacked was 
taped glasses and a plastic pocket protector.

"Yes?" he asked.  "Is there something wrong?  Did something 
happen to Ember?"

"Oh, no," Leticia responded.  "Your wife is perfectly fine."  She 
looked at Ann for support.

"We're here," Ann began, "to be your Simone for tonight."

"Yes, I heard her story.  She doesn't sound like the kind of girl 
I would like to be around."  He paused, then added, "In fact, she 
strikes me as being something of an idiot.  Who in their right 
mind would take off all her clothes and let some guy take 
pictures while she did housework?"  

"Is that what you think we came here to do?" Ann asked.  "...to do 
housework?"

"I have no idea at all why you are here."

"You know," Leticia realized this little guy was more confused 
than she was, so she said, "I saw you at the gathering.  You 
didn't look like you were having much fun."

"I was there," he admitted, "and no, I did not have fun, whatever 
that is.  That's why I couldn't wait to come home and get 
dressed."

"Then why did you come tonight?" Leticia asked.

"Ember.  She insisted on going, and I was not about to let her go 
off into the night with no clothes on, not unless I went with 
her."

"You must love her," Leticia said softly, "if you were willing to 
undress and be there to protect her."

"Of course, I love her!" Frank snapped.  "She's my wife.  What 
would you expect me to do?"

Ann remembered how shriveled Frank's penis had been when she 
greased it with ointment a little while earlier.  Taking a clue 
from that, she asked, "How long has it been since you made love 
with your wife?"

His face wilted.  For a moment Leticia thought he was going to 
cry.  "We don't talk about that," he said, his voice little more 
than a whisper.  "And that's none of your business."

Ann stepped closer to the door.  "May we come in?  I feel really 
awkward standing out here like this."

"If you insist," he replied.  "I guess I should be a better host.  
My wife says I'm not very good around women."

"And why is that?" Leticia asked.  "Are you afraid of us?"

"No, not really, although I'm still not sure why you're here."

Ann decided to quit dancing around the elephant.  To get right to 
the point, she smiled at Frank and asked, "Would you like to fuck 
either of us?"

When she saw Frank's reaction, Leticia had to bite her lip to 
keep from laughing.  Automatically, obviously without thinking of 
what he was doing, his hand grabbed his crotch as if he had just 
been struck by some lethal flying object.  His face grimaced as 
if he was in pain.  He backed up, leaned against the wall behind 
him, and actually started slide down the wall on to the floor 
before he caught himself.  Then, in a voice that trembled with 
total uncertainty, he replied, "Yesss, ...but I ...can't."  He was 
wilted, obviously frightened.

Leticia decided he needed a change of pace.  She asked, "You do 
have two children, don't you?"

"Yes."

Ann laughed, "Did you buy them?  ...or did you make them?"  She 
paused, then continued, "You had sex to make children, didn't 
you?"

"That was ten years ago," Frank protested.  "We didn't want to 
have any more children, so I told Ember there were other ways to 
do sex.  She got all upset, I mean, really upset.... Tonight was 
the first time I have seen her undressed since then."

"You've gone ten years with no sex?" Ann exclaimed.  "What kind 
of marriage is that?"

"It's my marriage," Frank whispered.

"What's your name?" Ann asked.

"Frank."

"All right, Frank.  We're here.  And right now, it's Simone to 
the rescue.  Let's go where we can be a little more comfortable.  
All you have to do is let us do our job.  Is that a deal?"

"I... I... I guess," he muttered.  "If you say so."

Ann looked at Leticia and scrunched her shoulders as she 
whispered, "Looks like we have our work cut out for us tonight.  
Are you game to take him on?"

"You bet!" Leticia smiled, and as they followed Frank into the 
living room she whispered to Ann, "I think this may be fun, 
especially if we can ...you know, get a rise out of him."  

"What are you expecting?" he asked as he tapped a light switch, 
illuminating the room, then turned to face the two ladies.  "I 
mean, what do you want?"

"Why not...," Ann began cautiously.  "Why don't we start by having 
you get undressed?  After all, you can see us, but we can't see 
you."

"But you see...," he protested again.

"No buts about it," Ann objected.  "I've already seen your 
pecker.  Remember?  I'm the one who put that ointment on it?  And 
I bet some of that salve is still on it.  Come on, get out of 
those clothes, and then we'll talk about what's next."

He took his time, first turning his back to the ladies, then 
looking frequently and furtively at them over his shoulder.  
Slowly, a piece at a time, he removed his clothing, folded it, 
and stacked it on the arm of the sofa.  He delayed for a time 
before removing his shorts.  When he finally he did, he cupped 
his crotch with his hands before turning to face the two ladies.  
They were still there, simply standing sympathetically watching.

"Now we're all dressed alike," Leticia announced confidently.  
"Just so we can get better acquainted, my name is Leticia."

"And my name is Ann."

"Well, like I told you, my name is Frank."

Ann reached out her hand, inviting a handshake.  Frank started to 
take her hand, but to do so he would have to remove it from his 
crotch.  It was a painful decision, but he finally managed the 
maneuver by using just one hand to hide his personals.  

"Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?"  Leticia smothered a giggle 
at her pun.

"So, tell me, Frank," Ann persisted, "why do you find it 
impossible to have sex with us?  We're here.  We're willing.  
We're already undressed.  What's the problem?"

"Well, dammit," Frank fumed, "I just can't get it up any more.  
Not since my wife refused to..."  He bit his lip, either afraid or 
unable to tell what actually happened.

Letitia suddenly understood.  Her previous experiences uniquely 
prepared her for this moment.  Smiling, she moved closer to him, 
then said, "Awhile ago, you told us you and your wife talked 
about not having more babies, and you suggested some other form 
of sex.  Is that true?"

Frank nodded.

"What kind of sex did you have in mind?" she asked.  She was 
standing quite close to him and he was only three inches taller.  
She looked him straight in the eye.

He shook his head, then looked away from her.

"Frank, look at me," Leticia spoke softly.  "Have you ever had 
oral sex?"

He shook his head again, still looking away.

Without another word, she dropped to her knees and removed his 
hands from his crotch.  For a moment, she almost changed her 
mind, when she say his wrinkled little peter was not much more 
than a flab of skin.  Remembering the raging hard on she had seen 
on other men, like those at the Benefit Party ...and that ogre in 
that basement ...even her ex-fiancé ...all of them had huge cocks.  
But this poor little man...  She lifted it with her fingers.  It 
appeared lifeless, as if disconnected from him in some strange 
way.

"Earlier," Ann advised her softly, "I rubbed some salve on it.  
That should be having some effect by now, if you will just kiss 
it."

Leticia followed Ann's suggestion.  The effect on Leticia was 
immediate.  She caught the taste of the male organ, and she 
couldn't get enough.  She licked it, sucked it, worked it with 
her tongue, and busied herself with seeking her own satisfaction 
to the extent that she scarcely noticed when Frank's wrinkled 
skin took shape and became a real cock, not large, but 
sufficiently hard to be useful.

"I feel weak," Frank said suddenly.

"Here," Ann advised.  "Lie down here on the floor."  She directed 
him to the floor and had him lie on his back.  Then she turned to 
Leticia and said, "My turn."

Leticia watched as Ann straddled the prone man and lowered 
herself down upon his little erection.  Accepting him into 
herself was no problem.  Keeping him in was, however.  Leticia 
reached in and held Frank's cock upright between her fingers 
while Ann pumped up and down on him.  Frank alternately moaned 
and laughed, obviously excited but somehow uncertain as to what 
was really going on.

After a few moments of riding him, Ann looked back at Leticia and 
said, "You want to try this?"  Leticia hesitated, so Ann 
continued, "I know.  You've never had a man before, just that 
mechanical dildo.  Well, this guy is not big enough to hurt you, 
so give it a try...."  With that, she rolled to one side, vacating 
Frank's vertical cock.  Acting quickly before she could change 
her mind, Leticia mounted Frank, accepted him into herself, and 
lifted herself up and down as she had seen Ann doing.  It felt 
good.  It felt very good.  While that mechanical dildo had been 
brutal, this real cock was pliable, far more gentle, stroking 
parts inside her where she needed attention.  A few moments into 
the effort, she came.  Her orgasm crept up on her, caught her 
unawares, taking her breath away, and in that moment she 
collapsed forward on to Frank.  It seemed only natural for her to 
kiss him.

Frank responded warmly, and for the next several minutes, while 
her pussy played a pleasant tune around his cock, she played with 
his tongue, probing with hers.  

Eventually, she pulled free, and Ann, who had been watching 
intently, realized her cream had maintained Frank's erection 
sufficient for another round, lowered herself once more over him 
and began pounding away.  He responded, as though a long-lost 
memory had returned, and once more he knew ...not only how to fuck 
a lady, but he also realized he could.  That brought Ann to a 
climax, which in turn caused Frank finally to spurt deep within 
her.

"Feel better now?" Leticia asked as Ann rose to her feet.

"Two in one night.  I can't believe it," he sighed.  "Wait 'til I 
tell Ember."

~~~

Scene 4, Theresa and John

Theresa was terrified.  Within the past few weeks, she had given 
away her virginity, and now here she was, out on the street, 
heading for an encounter with a man she didn't know.  She felt 
like a call girl on her first assignment.  Erotin had been 
patient with her, and she had felt quite comfortable undressing 
before him, then giving him her cherry.  Three times already she 
had screwed him, twice with the approval and encouragement of his 
wife, which seemed strange. 

Tonight, however, was different ...not at all the way she had felt 
in her room when she finally decided she would attend.  Of 
course, back then she did not know that each woman would be sent 
on a Simone Assignment to meet one of the men.  A shiver ran 
through her bare shoulders, and she was momentarily startled by 
the tinkle of the bells dangling from her nipples.  

Maybe I ought to remove them, she wondered.  Once she had decided 
to attend the celebration, her though immediately went to what to 
wear, which seemed a no-brainer since everyone was to come au 
naturel.  There is comfort, however, in the mind of any woman, in 
knowing she is properly attired for the occasion.  So Theresa 
carefully selected comfortable shoes and replaced the silver 
studs in her nipples with the little bells she had worn at that 
first party at Judith's.  

It's one thing, however, to stand in front of the mirror in the 
safety of your own bedroom, but when you are standing naked on 
the street all by yourself, many doubts and fears flood your 
mind.  Theresa considered simply going home.  Then she realized 
that both her father and brother were there, and probably some of 
the other naked ladies were already there to entertain them.  So, 
no way could she cop out on her assignment by just going home.

She studied the number on the bottom of her cup.  Yes, it read 
97222.  That was only two doors down from where she stood.  Crap! 
she muttered silently.  That's directly across the street from my 
home, and I had never met them until that Benefit Party.  She 
recalled the event.  Every man there took a turn screwing Ruth, 
John's wife, and then John climbed on.  And I ended up again with 
Erotin.  I'm in a rut.  Maybe it's time for a change....

Far down the street, she saw a light come on, and she thought she 
recognized Marie on the doorstep for a few moments and then she 
went inside.  Marie thought she saw other movement in the shadows 
of the increasing darkness, but she wasn't sure.  Everything was 
getting spooky.

Well, I can't just stand out here all night, she said to herself, 
and she started to walk down the hill.  Perhaps it would be good 
to visit with John.  I could at least ask how he's getting along 
with Ruth, following that party we gave for him.  Her walk was 
occasionally marked by the tinkle of bells, since her full 
breasts swayed mischievously with each step.  She giggled, 
suddenly remembering a childhood story about the mice trying to 
put a bell on the cat.  For a moment, Theresa felt sensual and 
seductive.  If you treat me right, she said as she imagined 
sitting alongside John, I might purr for you.

Then she was at the door.  She didn't remember ringing the bell, 
but the door opened.  She recognized John from the Benefit Party.  
For a moment, she thought he was naked, but then she realized he 
was wearing cream colored boxers.  "Hi," she said, trying to  
keep her voice from cracking, "I'm Theresa, and I'm here to be 
your Simone tonight."

"Simone?  I didn't order any ...oh, you mean from the celebration.  
I thought that was over."  John stepped back, as if to invite her 
in, then asked, "Where's Ruth?"

"I think I saw her up at Judith's house," Theresa answered.  "She 
will be at the lunch tomorrow."

"She'll be gone all night?" he asked.

"That's the plan," Theresa giggled, "and I will be here with 
you."  She paused, waiting for John to absorb that, then added, 
"Is that all right?"

"Well, I suppose so.  Come in, if you want."

As the door closed behind her, she thought to herself, Well, I'm 
committed now.  I wonder what happens next?

John led the way into what appeared to be the family room, then 
snapped on a couple of lamps.  "There," he spoke pleasantly, "now 
I can get a better look at you."

Theresa smiled as bravely as she could and stood still while he 
walked all the way around her, taking in her naked body.  

"You're pretty," he said finally.  "You're so different from my 
wife.  She's tall and dark, as you know, but I like you.  I 
especially like your blonde hair."  Her hand went automatically 
to her head, running her fingers lightly over he long tresses.  
"No, I don't mean that," he laughed softly.  "I mean...."  He 
reached out cautiously and stroked the blonde pubic curls.  
"Nice.  I like."

Blushing, Theresa mustered her courage to say, "Thank you."

"What's the deal with the bells?" he asked.

"Just a little extra," she said, rolling her shoulders enough to 
cause her breasts to sway and the bells to ring.  "They're fun."

"They're nice," he said.  "You want something to drink?"

"Yes," she replied, "as long as it's not lemonade."

"That was rather potent stuff, wasn't it?" he laughed.  "Whoever 
spiked it sure intended to get people loaded."

"Mostly," Theresa grinned sheepishly, "it made me need to find a 
place to pee."

"Upstairs to your right," John instructed.  "I'll get us some 
cola."

Later, much relieved, Theresa returned to the family room.  John 
was seated on the overstuffed sofa with two glasses standing on 
the coffee table in front of him.  She sat beside him.  "Thank 
you.  I feel better now."  After several moments of silence, she 
picked up her cola and took a sip.  

John twisted on the sofa, turning so he faced Theresa more 
directly.  Then he reached out tentatively toward her breast.  
"May I?" he asked, looking up into her eyes.

"My bell or my boob?" she asked, grinning at him.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, retracting his arm.

"It's okay," Theresa assured him, and on an impulse took his hand 
at guided it to her breast.  Gently, he squeezed it between his 
fingers, then cupped it in his palm.  

"Nice," he said, "much bigger than my wife's."

"Is size important?" she asked.

John ignored her question, and instead looked at her intently as 
he asked, "Why are you doing this?  I mean, why are you here?"

"Didn't you hear the story of Simone, how she worked naked here 
on the lane?"

"Yes," he replied.  "So?"

"Well, some of the ladies thought it would help us appreciate her 
more if we knew how she might have felt.  You know going 
completely naked to meet a man."

"Are all of them doing what you're doing?"

"That was our arrangement."

"That means Ruth, my wife, is somewhere out there right now, 
going to one of the other houses on this street, totally naked, 
to be with whatever man lives there?"  John removed his hand from 
her breast and frowned as he asked his question.

"I can't say that for sure," Theresa nodded, arching her eyebrows 
as she spoke.  "But since she's not here, I can surmise that's 
what she's doing.  Yes."

"Well, if that's the case," John said quickly, "I would like to 
kiss you.  I mean, if you came here naked, you must have 
expected...."

Before he could finish his sentence, Theresa leaned toward him 
and kissed him lightly on the lips.  "You're nice," she said, 
"and polite.  I feel comfortable with you."

"Thank you," he said.

"Except," she continued, "you're still dressed, while I'm not.  
Don't you think you ought to get out of those shorts?"

"But then I'd be...," he started to say.

"Naked, just like me," she said, completing his sentence.  "Fair 
is fair, isn't it?"

John stood and stripped out of his boxers.  Actually, they had 
not been doing an adequate job of restraining his growing 
erection, so Theresa was not surprised to see his hard-on pop 
free and stand up stiff before her.

"Nice," she said, then added, "Isn't that what you said about my 
hair?"  Then, without further ado, she reach out and took his 
tool in her hand, sliding the foreskin back with her fingers.  
"You weren't cut as a baby," she said.  "Is that a problem?"

"No," he replied, thinking it strange to be discussing his lack 
of circumcision with a girl he scarcely knew.  "If anything, it 
leaves the head more sensitive, since it's covered most of the 
time, instead of being exposed."

"You mean," she ran her finger over the exposed bulb which was 
growing increasingly dark red with her manipulations, "this is 
where you feel it most?"

"Definitely," he gasped, succumbing quite quickly to what she was 
doing.

"May I?" she asked.  Then, without waiting for an answer, she 
looked up into his eyes, leaned forward and took the tip in her 
mouth.  She ran her tongue over the exposed head, caught a taste 
of Ann's ointment, which yet remained from her earlier 
application, and then sucked in the full length of his erection.  

John was so overcome by this sudden oral stimulation that he 
ejaculated immediately.  "Wow!" he exclaimed.  But to his 
surprise, his erection did not diminish.  Nor did Theresa slow or 
stop what she was doing.  Only after he had climaxed again did 
she decide she ought to be getting more out of the encounter than 
merely giving head.  She lay back on the sofa and pulled him 
toward her.  He didn't wait for any further invitation, but 
thrust his cock into her waiting pussy.  She kissed him eagerly, 
and for the first time in her life Theresa made love with someone 
other than Erotin.

~~~

Scene 5, Leeza and Brett

Leeza made her announcements, then looked around for her husband, 
but Mike was already gone.  She knew she should have apprised him 
that she would not be coming home that night.  On the other hand, 
there was the night he came in so late his dinner was cold and 
she was already in bed.  Then, to make matters worse, he left the 
next morning without ever seeing her.  The bum, she thought, he 
even slept all night on the couch!  

Anyway, she realized, too late now.  He's gone, and it's time for 
me to take my place among the ladies who are celebrating Simone.  
Actually, the memorial for Simone had pretty much been her idea, 
and she was determined not to get lost in the details of 
organizing the event.  It's really important, she thought, to do 
something significant and help us regain the original feelings 
Simone felt when she arrived at Libido Lane.  Most of the other 
ladies were already scattered up and down the street, searching 
out the addresses written on their lemonade cups.  Ooh, Leeza 
laughed to herself, there are going to be some mighty surprised 
men on Libido Lane tonight!

She turned her red cup over and read the address written there, 
97217.  Oh, wow! she thought as she recognized the number.  
That's Marie's home, and both her husband and son are real hunks.  
She looked again at the bottom of her cup, checking the number.  
That's when she saw what else Leticia had written when preparing 
the cups.  It said "Ask for Brett."

That's the father, she said to herself.  But that means I will 
not be the only woman there tonight.  Someone else will be 
visiting the son.  Well, well, she laughed, this could be quite a 
night!

When Leeza approached the house, she saw a light was on in the 
entryway and another light upstairs.  She rang the bell and 
waited impatiently for several moments before the door began to 
open.  "I'm told to ask for Brett," she announced as a face 
appeared in the opening.  

"I'm Brett," he said, holding the door wide open.

"My word, you're still naked!" 

"I was expecting you," he said.  "Well, I didn't know who it 
would be, but I gathered from the other lady that someone else 
would be coming."  He stepped back.  "Please come in."

"Thank you," she said.  Then motioning toward his very stiff 
erection, she added, "And thank you for the compliment."  

"Well, thank you for coming.  You're very pretty.  And you really 
have very nice hair."  

Indeed, Leeza's hair actually glowed in the soft light of the 
entryway.  She tipped back her head and shook the tresses free of 
her shoulders, allowing it to fall well below her well-rounded 
bottom.  His eyes followed her every move, so she took a hint 
from that and used her fingers to fluff her puff of pubic hair.  

Brett laughed and said, "I mean, all of your hair is beautiful."

Perhaps it was Jack's lemonade, or maybe she was simply on an au 
naturel high, but she took this as a cue, reached up and kissed 
Brett on the cheek.  In doing so, her thigh brushed against his 
protruding erection.  Automatically, while she kissed him, her 
hand reached down and before she quite realized what she was 
doing, she had grasped his cock in her hand.  He gasped at this 
unexpected contact.  Then both of them broke into embarrassed 
laughter.  

"I'm sorry," she laughed again.  "I really didn't mean to be so 
forward."

"Don't worry," Brett assured her.  "I'm certain he appreciated 
your attention."

"Well, then," Leeza said, clowning as a cover for her 
embarrassment, "I guess I ought to apologize to him."  With that, 
she knelt down and kissed Brett's cock.  It began as a gentle, 
simple peck, but a moment later, as she caught a taste of the 
salve with which Ann had prepared it, her taste changed and she 
simply could not get enough of it.  

"Don't you think we ought to close the door?" Brett asked.  
Leaning over the kneeling Leeza, he gave the door a push and let 
it bang shut.  Then they both gave full attention to what she was 
doing with her mouth.  

Sometime later, they moved to the couch in the family room.  Even 
later, they slid down onto the carpeted floor where Brett proved 
the benefit of Ann's new salve by screwing Leeza so hard and so 
long that she threshed about in orgasm after orgasm, screaming 
her satisfaction, and thanking Simone for being such a great 
example.

For Leeza, it was a tremendous celebration, a successfully 
planned event, a sexual climax.  Again and again.

~~~

Scene 6, Marie and Jack

Marie paused in front of her home, feeling somewhat awkward that 
she would not be the woman spending the night there ...and 
wondering what might happen that night with her two men.  She 
pondered the possibilities, unsure of which ladies would be 
coming to spend the night with Brett and Rick.  The house was 
dark, but she doubted that the ladies had arrived yet.  For a 
moment, she was tempted to slip in and watch ...to see what would 
happen later on, but she quickly dismissed that plan, since it 
would mean giving up her own assignment for the night.  Not only 
would that leave some fellow alone, but it would prevent her from 
having a real sexual encounter as a free woman, rather than as 
the family sex toy.  Being a sex slave sometimes had its rewards, 
but it also had a down side from which, at least for tonight, she 
was free.

With all that resolved, she marched boldly on down the street, 
checking the addresses.  Finally she found 97229, at the far end 
of the street, part way around the cul-de-sac.  The light was on 
by the door, as if he were expecting someone.  She didn't recall 
ever having been this far down The Lane, except maybe driving 
around the loop.  The house was set quite a bit farter back off 
the street than the others, which added a hint of mystery to her 
assignment.  I wonder who he will be? she wondered.

Inside, the shutter on Jack's camera began clicking repeatedly as 
the naked lady came into the light and approached the front door.  
Jack had set the camera up on a tripod in front of the living 
room picture window and opened the drapes just enough to provide 
the camera a view of the driveway.  

Ah, he sighed when he saw Marie, she's the older lady.  How nice.  
I'm not sure I could put up with the nonsense any of those young 
fillies might try.  Standing in the darkened room, he watched as 
Marie paused part way up the drive, looked nervously at the 
house, then proceeded toward the door.  Her full breasts bounced 
and rolled provocatively.  Oh, good! he exclaimed silently when 
she came into the light enough that he could see her full pubic 
bush.  I love a lady who has hair.  The camera clicked again and 
again, still on automatic.

Marie pressed the button and listened as the chimes rang inside.  
When the door opened, she smiled and announced, "Hello, I'm here 
to be your Simone for the night."

"And what is your real name?" he asked.

"Marie."

"Well, come right on in, Marie.  My name is Jack, and you are 
most welcome."

He closed the door behind her, and she realized it was dark 
inside, so dark that Marie struggled to see the man who had 
admitted her into the house.  Without turning on a light, he led 
her down the hallway into what appeared to be a family room.  
There he snapped on a light, and as her vision adjusted, she saw 
she was in was what realtors might call a great-room, a 
combination family room and kitchen with an extended counter 
separating the two.

Now that she could see the man, she realized he was much older 
than she expected.  "Oh, you're the man who provided the 
lemonade," she said.

He laughed, "Indeed, I am, Marie.  Did you like it?"

"A bit sweet, but it was all right.  Rather nice, in fact, for a 
warm night like this."

"Perfect weather," Jack grinned mischievously, "to be dressed 
like this."  He held his hands out to his side, opening his body 
for her inspection, as if silently indicating that he was just as 
naked as she.  "Are you comfortable like that?"

"Actually," she answered hesitantly, speaking slowly, "I spend a 
lot of my time like this.  It's sort of ...a custom in our home."

"Others in your family go naked, too?" he asked.

"Not really, but I do ...nearly all the time."

"You look very nice," he smiled warmly.  "Do you mind if I take 
your picture?"

"For what purpose?"

"For my own enjoyment.  You see, Marie, I really enjoy looking at 
naked ladies, and you have a very lovely body."

"Go on, say it.  Say, 'For your age.'"

"No qualifications, Marie.  I mean what I said.  You have a very 
lovely body, and I would really like to take your picture, 
especially since you are here in my home ...with all your beauty 
showing."  Jack was already on his way to the living room to 
gather up his photo gear.  "I'll be right back."

Marie waited, and indeed he was back in just a few minutes.  She 
was impressed with his camera, much more elaborate, certainly 
more expensive, than the one her son had bought when she became 
the family sex toy.  Rick had already taken a great many pictures 
of her naked, so it did not seem a very big deal for Jack to take 
a few more.  In fact, she considered it a major compliment to 
have him say nice things about her body ...and even want to 
photograph her.  This appears to be the beginning, she decided, 
of a very meaningful, enjoyable evening.  Certainly, this must be 
how Simone was feeling when the old fellow she was working for 
got out his camera and took pictures of her without her clothes.

During the next hour, Marie followed Jack's instructions and 
posed in a variety of ways, and Marie reveled in the attention he 
paid her.  Later, when he directed her to pose in some rather 
provocative ways, exposing intimate parts of her body which one 
see only in pornography, she smiled and followed his 
instructions.  Strangely enough, she found that posing in such 
obviously sexual positions was satisfying to her ego and made her 
feel much better about her reason for being there with Jack.  
Indeed, she did feel like Simone probably felt.

"Would you like to see a few of the pictures?" he asked 
eventually.

"Yes, I would," she exclaimed.  This was something her son had 
never offered, so she had no idea how she might appear in the 
pictures.

Jack motioned for her to sit alongside of him on the couch, then 
showed her the small screen on the back of his camera.  Thumbing 
through several shots, he let her look.  She marveled at the 
photos, hardly believing she looked that good.  He was, she 
decided, a very good photographer.

"Now," Jack asked as he set the camera aside, "I've done 
something I like to do.  You're my guest here tonight, so tell me 
what you would like to do."

This was a question Marie had not expected, so she had no ready 
answer.  "I don't know," she replied.  "I guess I hadn't thought 
about it.  Leeza simply instructed us to come to the address on 
the bottom of our lemonade cup.  So I drew your address, and here 
I am."  She smiled suggestively.  She had anticipated that he 
would expecting her to screw him, and since she really enjoyed 
sex, she was not opposed to that possibility.  This far into 
their time together, however, he had neither said nor done 
anything which might lead in that direction.  Yet here she was, 
in his house, sitting alongside him, with both of them naked.  
This was not, she was certing, a situation which could continue 
very long without some form of sexual contact.  

She reached over and gently lifted his limp penis.  It was so 
wrinkled that she could find no other way to refer to it than the 
medically proper name.   

"I thought you said I have a nice body?" she asked.

"Oh, you do.  I assure you, Marie, that you truly do have a 
lovely body."

"Then why...?" she started to ask.

"Medical complications," he said, as if that explained 
everything.

"How long has it been since you had a woman?" 

"Not since my wife died," he replied.  "A long time ago."

"Don't you feel anything?" she asked, obviously referring to the 
fact that for the past several minutes she had been 
systematically massaging his limp tool with her fingers.  

"Oh, I feel plenty," he assured her.  "It's just that nothing 
...Oh, my!" he exclaimed as he looked down to she his limpness 
begin struggling to life.  What developed was not what could be 
called a stand-up-and-shout erection, but it was certainly stiff 
enough to serve its intended purpose.

Marie leaned over and kissed the tip of his cock.  Yes, it was 
hard enough now it cold be called that, and just then Ann's balm 
stopped came out of storage.  Marie's taste buds were suddenly 
aroused, and she put her mouth to dramatic advantage.  That 
special cream, thus activated, brought Jack to full arousal.

"Holy moley!" Jack exclaimed.  "I don't know how you did it, but 
please keep going.  Don't stop!  Please."  

She did not stop until after he had shot his wad into her mouth.  
"The taste of his sperm served to heightened her desire, and she 
went back after him all the more intently.

"Please," Jack begged, "while I'm this hard, I want to do it to 
you properly."

Marie understood, and because her family required her to be 
obedient, she released his cock from her mouth and slid from the 
couch onto the carpet.  There she rolled on to her back and 
spread her legs.  Jack knelt and looked down at her lovingly, 
then leaned forward as Marie guided his new-found erection 
through her hairy forest and welcomed him into her warm chamber.  
They thrust together passionately, and a few minutes later he 
produced another burst of sperm.  

"Wow!" Jack exclaimed.  "Even when I was young, I couldn't do 
that.  My wife would hardly ever let me touch her, and she never 
let me see her naked.  Just think what I've been missing all this 
time!"

Marie was filled with appreciation for his excitements, realizing 
she had truly given a Simone-like gift to this older man.  Her 
natural feelings combined with the vodka in the lemonade and 
prompted her to become even more enthusiastic as a sexual partner 
than she had been in quite some time.  

"Please," Jack suddenly seemed nervous, at least cautious.  
"There's something I've always wondered about ...but never had 
opportunity to do...."

"Go on," Marie said, puzzled.

"Will you ...turn over ...and get up on your knees...?"  Immediately, 
Marie rolled over on to her knees, then thrust her butt into the 
air.  Jack misread her intentions and apologized.  "Oh, I'm 
sorry.  I didn't mean..."

"It's all right," Marie assured him.  "I've done it this way 
before.  Here," she said as she arched her back, spreading her 
legs wide apart and trusting upward with her buttocks, "let me 
guide you in."  

A moment later, a smile of contentment came to Jack's face as his 
cock slid easily into Marie's open anus.  Jack came again, only 
this time Marie came with him.  Surprised that she would orgasm 
during anal sex, she decided it was simply because it was so much 
fun to please Jack, and he was so appreciative that she wanted to 
be his very best sex toy.

After his climax, Jack pulled free and stood up.  Marie rolled 
over on to her back and looked up at him, her face flush with 
orgasmic blush.  "Well, Jack, now that you have sampled all three 
of my passion ports, have you decided which one you like best?"

"No, I haven't," he frowned.  Then breaking into a smile he 
added, "But I need you to give me a few minutes to catch my 
breath.  Maybe we can get something to eat.  Then afterward, 
maybe I can sample each one again?"  

He pulled Marie to her feet, and they hugged each other like old 
friends, pressing their naked bodies together in joyous 
celebration.

~~~

Scene 7, Ruth and Randy

Ruth glanced quickly at the number on her cup and was surprised 
to see that it read 97209.  That was right across the street from 
where she was standing.  If I'm not mistaken, Ruth thought, 
that's were Judith and Randy live.  Well, well.  He's the guy who 
had the affair with Marie.  I've heard about them, but I have no 
idea who they are....  So it was, that prompted by a sense of duty 
to the Simone Celebration and tinged with more than a little 
curiosity, she strode briskly up the walk to the house.  Judith 
had left the entry-way light on, so Ruth was clearly visible as 
she approached.

To anyone who might have been watching, she provided an awesome 
profile, much like a classic Greek or Roman statue.  Typically, 
Ruth was meticulous in how she dressed, so it had been quite 
frustrated for her to come naked to this celebration.  It was not 
that she was hesitant about revealing herself, but rather 
realizing that she would not be properly adorned.  To compensate 
for the lack of other adornment, she opted to remove the rings 
from her nipples and replace them with long, dangling silver 
pendants.  Then, even though the Celebration was scheduled to be 
held outdoors, she wore her customary high heels.  As she rang 
the doorbell, she exuded a look of beautiful elegance.

Compared with her, when he opened the door, Randy was a slob.  At 
other times, when he was cleaned up and dressed properly, he was 
actually quite handsome, but naked and in a bad mood, he appeared 
to be from some other planet.

"Yeah, what do you want?"  His question was accompanied by a 
belch, obviously prompted by the half-empty beer bottle in his 
hand.  Randy was so accustomed, these past few weeks, to seeing 
his wife go naked throughout the day that he was not so much 
surprised by Ruth's nudity as he was the fact that this was not 
Ruth.  Nor was it Marie, whose fuller body he had often studied, 
back during the days they were trysting secretly.

Standing here before him was a statuesque goddess, sculpted and 
sophisticated, a lovely creature, perfectly adorned with jewelry 
and nothing else.  Even her pussy was clean-shaven.  Silently, in 
his head, he exclaimed Wow!  But from his lips came something far 
different.  "Ruth's not here!"

Perturbed by his insolence, Ruth crisply retorted, "I'm not here 
to see Judith."

"Yeah?  Well what do you want?"

"I'm here to be your Simone tonight."  She forced herself to 
smile, struggling to keep from simply turning around and marching 
away.  "I'm here as part of our celebration event."

"Oh, that!" he muttered.  "Well, don't just stand out there.  
Come on in.  Take off your coat and stay awhile."  He grinned at 
his attempted joke.  Ruth took a deep breath and went inside, 
wondering what she was getting herself into.

"Family room's back that way," Randy said, pointing down the 
hall.  "Go on back.  I'll get you a beer."  He was gone before 
she could protest.

She found followed his directions and found a comfortable room.  
There she sat cautiously on the couch.  The feel of the material 
on her bare bottom seemed strange.  Even though a thin dress was 
all she had worn, since those two men had invaded their home, at 
least it covered her skin.  Now here she was totally naked, and 
it was quite unnerving.  Before she had a chance to look around 
the room, Randy arrived carrying two long neck beers.

"I'm sorry," she began, "but I don't..."

"You're in my house," he growled, "and here I drink beer.  So you 
will, too."  He handed her one of the bottles, which she took 
...somewhat afraid not to obey.  "Bottoms up!" and he took a long 
swig.

Ruth had already drunk two glasses of Jack's lemonade.  It had 
included just enough vodka to take a bit of the edge off her 
nerves, but two glasses was more than her fill of liquid.  Even 
so, she took a quick sip from the bottle.  Yucch!  she thought.  
I've never liked beer.  She noted, however, that Randy obviously 
did, and this was not his first bottle.  How in the world, she 
wondered, did Judith ever get tied up with an uncouth creep like 
this? And what did Marie see in him?

"That's better," Randy grinned as he watched Judith take a second 
sip from the bottle, then he settled across the room in the big 
easy chair.  "Now, now that you're here, what is it you're 
supposed to do?"

Ruth was not prepared for such a direct question.  She had never 
been promiscuous, and she had been faithful to John throughout 
their marriage, at least until that Benefit Party the neighbors 
gave her husband.  She didn't remember much of what happened that 
night, but apparently every man present had taken a turn screwing 
her.  What did the teenagers call it ...pulling a train?  Other 
than that, her sexual experience was far too limited to deal with 
a naked drunk like Randy.

"Well," Randy took another long swig from the bottle, emptying 
it.  "If you don't know what to do, then I sure as hell do."  He 
stood.  "I'm going to get me another beer.  And I think you had 
better drink that one while I'm gone, because when I get back 
we're gonna have some fun."

Frustrated and fearful, Ruth did as he said and drained her 
bottle in one long drink.  Better have some alcohol in me, she 
thought, because who knows what he may put me through.  She 
braced herself as he returned to the room, then gave a sigh of 
relief as he returned to the chair and sat.  Her fear was too 
quickly assuaged. 

"Come over here and stand so I can see you," he commanded.  "I 
want a better look at you."

She stood slowly, then cautiously moved across the room and stood 
nervously in front of his chair as Randy took a drink from yet 
another bottle, then burped loudly.  She couldn't help scowling, 
then realized his eyes were taking the tour of her body, from 
head to feet.  Then he reached up with one finger and flipped the 
long pendants dangling from her nipples.  Their sway sent an 
erotic chill through her breasts, and she gently bit her lower 
lip.  

Randy noticed her reaction and tugged on the pendant, forcing her 
to bend downward to his upraised face.  "Kiss me," he said 
crisply.  She hesitated.  He jerked on the pendant, and the pain 
in her nipple prompted her to obey.  The kiss was far more 
revolting and disgusting than she expected.  His breath was 
horrible, and so was the taste of his tongue as he forced it 
between her lips and scoured her teeth with it.  For a moment, 
she was tempted to bite, but he was still tugging on her nipple 
pendant and she did not dare risk the damage that might result if 
he yanked on it.

Finally, he released her, so that she could straighten up and 
take a deep breath.  "Cute," Randy commented, as he ran his 
finger across the slight swell of her belly.  Then he barked 
another order, "Spread you legs."  Ruth obeyed somewhat, moving 
her feet a few inches farther apart, then caught her breath as 
she felt his fingers sample the smoothness of her shaved pubic 
bone.  "Cute," he repeated as his finger descended to the upper 
reaches of the folds of her pussy.  On downward his finger went, 
tracing the slit as it widened between the folds.  Suddenly, 
without further prelude, he pushed two fingers deep into her 
pussy.  She gasped, partly from surprise and partly from pain.  

"Don't be so rough," she demanded.  

"Dammit, I'll be as rough as I want."  He probed with his 
fingers, then demanded, "Turn around and bend over." 

Does this creep intend to spank me? she wondered, as she turned 
around with her backside toward Randy, but she hesitated to obey 
him fully, and remained standing upright.  Without a word, Randy 
reached around her, gathered both her pendants in one hand and 
pulled her down, until she was completely doubled over with her 
butt in the air.  He held her there for what seemed an eternity, 
then she screamed as he rammed the cold hard neck of his beer 
bottle into her cunt. 

"How does that feel, Miss Fancy Pussy?  What some more?"  He 
pulled the bottle out and then shoved it in again ...and again, 
several times, literally fucking her with the bottle neck.  

Ruth gasped, not sure what to do, afraid to protest, afraid of 
what might happen if she allowed him to continue.

"Do you like that?" he asked.

"No, it's horrible."

"Okay, maybe you'll like this better."  He jerked out the bottle 
and released her breasts.  She tried to straighten up, but he 
pressed on her back, holding her down as he rose from the chair.  
Using both his hands to spread her cheeks, he twisted her 
buttocks until she was positioned sufficiently, and then with one 
swift push he jammed his hard cock into her rectum.  

Ruth screamed again, then gasped as she realized he had thrust 
his entire length inside her.  Never, ever before had she 
experienced anal sex.  John had never requested it, and it was 
certainly nothing she would suggest.  Yet, here she was being 
brutally raped in the ass by a drunken maniac.  This is supposed 
to be a celebration, not a sacrifice! she thought, desperately 
trying to deal with the uncomfortable pounding her bottom was 
taking.

What Ruth didn't know, and probably wouldn't have understood, is 
that Ann had previously put her special salve on Randy's cock, 
and he would be able to hold an erection most of the night.  Of 
course, Randy didn't know that either, so he pulled out after a 
few minutes.

"Okay, Lady, before we're done, I want to come in the pretty 
mouth of yours."

"No," she exclaimed.  "Your... [she couldn't find a word for it] 
...your thing is dirty.  You just had it in my ass, and now...."  

She never had a chance to finish, for he was much too strong.  He 
spun her around as he sat backward into the chair, then slammed 
her head down into his lap.  Grabbing her hair at the back of her 
head, he tipped up her head and gave her no option except to 
accept his raging erection into her mouth.  

"Do it!" he demanded.  

To her surprised, the remnants of Ann's cream performed its 
magic.  There was adequate cream remaining on Randy's erection to 
sensitize Ruth's taste buds.  What she expected to be horribly 
gross suddenly became instead a satisfying solution to the sexual 
craving which strangely surged throughout her body.  Without 
understanding or even questioning why she did it, Ruth slurped 
and sucked on his cock as if it were the sweetest lollipop ever!  
Nor did she even pause when his eruption spurted down her throat.  
His sperm became what she craved, and she busied herself with 
making him produce more.  And more.  And even more, until 
finally, perhaps from the vodka and beer, or maybe just the 
exertion of repeated ejaculations, Randy passed out, slumped on 
to the floor, where he sprawled out naked like a beached whale.

Ruth stood, shook her head to clear away the confusion, then went 
upstairs to and took a shower.  Afterward, she opened a linen 
closet, looking for a fresh towel.  An object on the shelf caught 
her attention, first out of curiosity, and then from a sense of 
revenge.  While at the Benefit Party, she had heard Judith 
talking about how she handled her husband, and here it was 
...Randy's cock ring.  

Grabbing a towel, she quickly dried off, then hurried downstairs 
with the ring.  Randy was still on the floor, asleep and snoring 
loudly.  An evil grin curled her lips as she knelt beside him.  
Gently, she touched his semi-erect cock and watched him 
carefully.  When he showed no sign of waking, she began to 
massage it until it became once more hard and stiff.  Now, she 
said to herself, ram that thing up my ass, will you.  Well, I'll 
teach you a thing or two about sexual etiquette!  She snapped the 
ring tight around his cock.  By the time he wakes in the morning, 
all that beer he drank should be burning up inside him.

Still laughing to herself, she returned upstairs, chose the 
nicest bedroom, threw back the covers, kicked off her shoes, and 
climbed into bed.  In a few minutes, she was sound asleep.

~~~

Scene 8, Felicity and Erotin

This was not what Felicity had intended.  She decided to attend 
the celebration, mostly out of sympathy for Simone, but she did 
not plan on becoming personally involved in the activities.  The 
invitation had said nothing about an all-night venture, nor did 
it mention anything about sex ...or even that any men might attend.  
Not that she had anything against sex.  In fact, occasionally it 
was an enjoyable experience at the end of a special date, but it 
certainly was not something she wanted to do with some stranger 
she had never met ...and for no good reason.  Simone was dead, and 
a dead girl was not a reason to go whoring.

That's what this sounded like ...a hooker's assignment, with a man 
waiting in one of those houses for her to come so he could screw 
her all night, if it so pleased him to do so.  That kind of stuff 
was for ne'er-do-well girls who had no higher goal in life than 
finding a sugar daddy to support them.  Felicity thought, I have 
money, my own house, my own business.  She stamped her foot on 
the sidewalk and said it aloud, "I don't need this."

Somewhere inside her head a little voice asked, What are you 
afraid of?  Simone did it.  Are you a bigger chicken that she 
was?  Resisting that argument, Felicity began walking toward 
home.  She took only a few steps when that little voice 
challenged her again.  Is there anyone waiting for you in that 
big empty house?

That hurt.  Loneliness was a plague she found hard to cure.  She 
recalled the evening she had arranged a fake robbery in order to 
get one of her employees to screw her.  That had been daring, but 
lots of fun.

So she looked again at the number on the bottom of her red cup.  
It read 97213, which was the number on the house right across the 
street from where she was standing.  I think that's the house 
where the guy came with the grill, she thought.  The guy who 
brought it was not bad looking, but...  That's when she remembered 
a line from a video she had watched, a very old routine of Red 
Skelton's "Mean Little Kid" who said, "I don't know why I'm 
standing here thinking about it, 'cause I know I'm going to do it 
anyway."

She strode deliberately across the street, her heels clicking on 
the pavement, her head high and proud.  Why not make this a night 
to remember, she asked herself.  Maybe for me.  Maybe for him.  
In her head, the little voice said, Go, Girl!

By this time Erotin's curiosity was in full bloom.  He had been 
anxiously waiting ever since Ember had arrived and gone upstairs 
to Rick.  When the doorbell rang, he leapt from his chair and 
hurried down the hall, then forced himself to stand, wait catch 
his breath, and only then calmly open the door.  The light 
spilled out through the doorway, illuminating her white skin.  
The was beautiful, and she was naked.  Erotin simply stared.  
Felicity was stately, sensuous, beautiful, and naked.  He 
couldn't help but notice her beauty as he took a visual tour of 
her body, finding every inch of her lovely. 

"Are you...?" he started to ask.

"I'm Felicity," she smiled, "your Simone for tonight."

"Come in, come in," he responded quickly.  "I'm Erotin, and I've 
been waiting for you."  As soon as she was in, he closed the 
door, as if to keep her from escaping, then asked, "Would you 
like something to drink?"

"Oh, I've quite had my fill of that miserable lemonade," she 
replied.  "And I've been standing for the past hour and a half, 
so I really could use a place to sit."

"This way"  He directed her to follow him down the hall, though 
he really did not want to turn his back on her.  She was 
beautiful, and he was desperate to get his hands on her.  Could 
he wait?  He must.  "In here," he said, indicating the couch in 
the family room.

"Thank you."  She sat delicately on the edge of the seat, her 
knees together, her shoulders back.  It was her first opportunity 
to get a good look at her host, and she realized he was indeed as 
naked as she, and his erection was on a rampage.  She tried to 
ignore it, but the thought of what might later ensue made her 
nervous.  

"I'm sorry," Erotin smiled, "but you are so beautiful that..., 
well, you can see the effect you have on me."  She nodded.  He 
asked, "Are you sure I can't get you something to drink?"

"A glass of cold water would be nice," she said.

When he returned, he asked as he gave her the glass, "Now, what 
would you like to do?"

"Actually," she stalled by sipping the water, "I didn't come with 
any planned agenda.  Perhaps you have something in mind?"  As 
soon as she said, she winced, realizing she had just left herself 
open to possibilities she really didn't want to consider.

"Am I correct," he asked, "that we have all night?  Even until 
noon tomorrow?"

"That's what Leeza announced."  Felicity took another sip.

"Then let's not get in any big rush," he smiled, "unless you're 
anxious to have sex?"

"Not really," she said flatly.

"Your enthusiasm is overwhelming," Erot laughed.  "Don't you like 
sex?"

"Actually," she stalled again.  "I can take it or leave it."

"Too bad," he frowned.  "With a beautiful body like yours, I 
would think sex would be really high on your list of favorite 
things."

"The problem with sex," she began, "is that it's just a few 
minutes of heavy breathing, followed by a messy cleanup, and then 
there's nothing to do for a follow-up."

"So do you prefer to talk?  Tell stories?  What?" 

"Actually," she wondered how many times she had spoken that word, 
and she resolved to improver her conversation ability.  "I work 
such long hours that I really don't have much time for dating, or 
for any other recreation, if you know what I mean."  She 
attempted to smile at him.

"Do you like to dance?

"Oh, it's been so long!  When I was younger, I danced a lot.  You 
know, at school functions."

Erotin didn't wait, but went to the stereo and selected a CD.  
Within moments the room was filled with a romantic melody, slow 
with easy rhythms.  "I prefer the old stuff," he explained.  
"Slow dancing is always more interesting," he smiled.  He held 
out his arms.

Felicity stood and stepped forward, thinking a dance might be a 
nice way to get acquainted, but when he took her into his arms 
she suddenly became aware of their nudity.  She felt her breasts 
press on his chest at the same time she felt his erection against 
her belly, but it was too late.  His arm was already around her 
shoulder, pulling her close.  All she could do was surrender to 
the moment, yield her body to the dance, press her cheek against 
his shoulder,  and allow him to lead.  She concentrated on the 
music.

After a few moments, she whispered, "Well, this is a first.  I've 
never had a naked dance before."

"Do you like it?" he asked.

"I guess I could do worse," she laughed.  Then she added, "You're 
good."

"Thank you," he replied.  "You're pretty good yourself."

When the tune ended, she pulled away slightly, but he did not 
release her.  Instead, he leaned forward and kissed her lips.  
She responded warmly, surprising herself at her reaction.  Maybe, 
she thought to herself, this evening is going to be more 
enjoyable than I thought.

They continued to dance.  During the next three numbers, both 
began to grow increasingly accustomed to the feel of their naked 
bodies against each other.  Eventually, as the music stopped, 
Felicity said, "I need a drink.  Do you mind?"

Erotin released her, and she crossed to the table and picked up 
her glass.  After a sip, she turned and sat on the couch, as if 
to signal that the dancing was over, at least for awhile.  
Uncertain as to what she really had in mind, Erotin allowed his 
impatience to convince him it was time for some help.  He used 
the break from dancing as the opportunity to retrieve the RMFG 
from the shelf by the stereo.  While his back was still to her, 
he slid the lever to the lowest level and turned it on.  Then he 
returned the remote unit to the shelf, making sure it was aimed 
at the couch.  As he turned around, he could already see that it 
was having an effect on Felicity.  

Certainly it was not Erotin's naked butt, Felicity thought.  But 
neither could see determine what had come over her.  She felt 
warm inside, especially in her lower abdomen, and she had an 
almost uncontrollable urge to scratch between her legs.  She 
resisted the urge but couldn't help wiggling around, allowing the 
textured fabric of the couch to rub against the folds of her 
pussy.  It felt so good.  She desired more stimulation.

Smiling as he returned to sit beside her, Erotin asked, "Did you 
decide what you would like to do next?"  The little voice was 
back inside her head, and it was saying, Tell him you want to 
fuck.  She said nothing, so he pursued the idea further.  "You 
did say you had been on your feet quite long enough, didn't you."  
He knew that with the remote on its lowest setting, Felicity 
should not feel any sudden change, but he also knew the effect 
was cumulative and would soon build up within her.  With that in 
mind, he excused himself and went upstairs where he replenished 
the ointment on his cock from his wife's supply.  That should 
keep me going for quite awhile, he decided hopefully.  Now, if I 
can just get her in the mood....  

Back downstairs, Erotin was surprised to see Felicity back on her 
feet, swaying sensuously to the music still playing on the 
stereo.  "You're beautiful," he told her.

"You really think so?" she asked, extending her arms to welcome 
him into another dance.  

"Oh, absolutely," he assured her.  She held herself back a ways, 
so she could see his face.  Erotin used the opportunity to caress 
her breasts.  "Do you mind?" he asked.  "You have such a lovely 
bosom."

He expected her to comment on his terminology, but she did not 
reply.  Neither did she pull away.  They continued to sway to the 
music, and she kept her eyes on his.  When he leaned forward and 
kissed her again, she kissed him back with considerably more 
passion than she had shown previously since her arrival.  Erotin 
ran his hand down over her body, caressing her skin along the 
way, gently squeezing her hips, then using his finger to tease 
the tuft of hair at the top of her pussy slit.  Her kiss became 
more intense, and she did not object when he ran his fingers 
lightly between her legs.  She was very moist.

"Are you wanting to screw me?" she asked suddenly.

"I've had that in mind from the minute you walked in," he 
grinned.  

She nodded, then asked, "How do you want to do it?"

"Lots of ways," he replied.  "I'm not a single shot, in case 
you're wondering.  We will be at it for awhile, hopefully."

"That's interesting," she smiled.  Then she pulled away, stepped 
back and looked him over from head to toe.  "If that's the case, 
I'd like a closer look at what you're going to use on me."  She 
knelt and gave his cock several pumps with her hand, jacking him 
off, as if he weren't ready enough already.  Then she leaned 
forward and licked the underside, up along the vein.  By the time 
she reached the tip, Ann's cream had sensitized her taste buds, 
and she was sucking his erection deep into her mouth, bobbing and 
slurping noisily.  "You taste so good," she gasped once when she 
came up for air, and then she went back to work on his cock.

Erotin was ecstatic.  For this, he has been waiting all evening.  
Now that Felicity was in action, he knew they would be having sex 
for a major part of the night ...as long as she was strong enough 
to keep going.

~~~

Epilogue, Noon Barbeque

The temperature soared.  Before noon, it was already in the upper 
eighties, much too hot to be out on the street in the sun.  
Judith decided they should meet in the shade of her back yard, so 
she phoned Erotin and asked him to bring his grill there.  

By the time Erotin arrived with the grill, Randy was pacing back 
and forth, his cock engorged and inflamed with the cock ring 
still intact.  Judith and Leticia arrived shortly after, 
accompanied by Ann, Frank, and Mike.

Good to their word, Judith and Leticia provided ample hamburger 
patties, buns, and all the condiments.  If there were "bare buns" 
and the barbeque, they would be on the residents, not the food.  
And there were plenty, as everyone arrived exactly as they had 
been dressed the night before.  Naked.

Nearly everyone was there early, except for Ruth.  There was no 
sign of her.  Randy refused to provide any information about her, 
but just before people began to worry, she slipped in sheepishly.  
"I'm sorry to be late," she apologized.  "I guess I overslept."

"What happened?" Leeza asked, nodding toward Randy.

"Oh," Ruth grinned.   "I guess he was just being Randy."

"Can you be more specific?" Judith asked.

Ruth hesitated to reply, then decided Randy's wife deserved to 
know what happened.  "Well," she explained, "he jammed a beer 
bottle in my puss, and followed that by cornholing me.  I'm not 
sure what he might have done next, except that by them he had 
drunk so much beer he passed out.  I put that ring on him so he 
couldn't pee and went to bed."  

"Oh, I'm sorry," Judith sympathized, "but you did the right 
thing.  Maybe later we'll let him pee, but for now he can 
suffer."

After considerable mingling, talking, and consuming burgers, most 
of the people settled on the grass, relaxed, fed, and 
comfortable.  

"Well, Neighbors," Leeza began, "how would you rate our Simone 
Celebration?"

"Dammed crap!" Randy snapped.

"We would expect that for you," Judith responded, "but it sounds 
like you got what you deserved."

"What do the rest of you think?" Leeza continued.

"It was great," Jack volunteered.  "Marie so inspired me that I 
had my first, well, you know, since my wife died.  Thank you, 
Marie."  She smiled.

"I did better than that," Frank shouted, jumping to his feet.  "I 
had two ladies visit me, and I'll tell you all, for the last ten 
years, my wife and I have been living as brother and sister.  Not 
her fault, I take the blame because I couldn't even get it up, if 
you know what I mean, but last night those two ladies got me so 
inspired that I screwed them both, and I totally lost count of 
how many times I came.  They were great.  I feel great, and I can 
hardly wait to get Ember in bed!"

"Well, I guess the feeling is mutual," Ember agreed with a smile.  
Rick was very nice to me."

"I had fun," Theresa added.

"Mike or Judith, any comments?" Leeza asked.

"Well," Mike began, "I reckon I got a bit out of line."

"So what happened?" Leeza insisted.

"I don't remember a lot of it," he grinned, rubbing his jaw.  "I 
do know that Judith creamed me with a right cross, and when I 
came to, she was fucking my brains out.  I guess that sort of 
settled me down, and we got along fairly well after that."

"He just had to learn who was boss," Judith added.  "After that, 
he became a pretty good fuck."

"Well, is it worth doing again?" Leeza asked.

"Oh, definitely," Leticia replied.  "I think it ought to be an 
annual event."

"Three cheers for St. Simone's Day," Rick said loudly.

"Let's see a show of hands," Leeza suggested.  "How many would 
like it to be an annual celebration?"

"Let's talk about this first, before we vote," Ann interrupted.  
"Frank and I had a good time last night, and I'm glad we met.  
Even so, there are several other people in this neighborhood whom 
I scarcely know, and if it's an entire year before we do this 
again..., well, I just think that's too long to wait."  She looked 
at Erotin for support, and he nodded his agreement.

A couple of others spoke in favor of Ann's suggestion, and thus 
it was quickly decided that once each month there should be some 
kind of all-night community... well, they couldn't decide what to 
call it.  Wife-Swap was suggested, but not all the people were 
married.  Love-In was rejected because it sounded like a drug 
party.  Finally, it was Rick who came to the rescue.  

"Listen," he said, "there are thirteen houses on this street.  
Four are empty, so that leaves nine homes.  Let's say that each 
home should be responsible to plan one activity a year.  That 
would be nine events this year.  Whoever is in charge of the 
event will plan how it will work and what it will be called.  
That will allow for variety," he smiled.

"Three cheers for variety," Jack called out loudly.

And so it was agreed.  The entire community committed itself to 
become a very loving neighborhood.  Randy and Mike were warned to 
keep their behavior in check or they would be barred from 
participation and would, fact, have to remain home alone while 
their wives went to be with other men.  Faced with that 
provision, they promised to become good lovers.

Finally, when it appeared the gathering was about to disband, 
Felicity spoke up for the first time.  "I've not said anything up 
'til now," she said politely, "but I have a question.  Maybe I 
should ask it privately, but maybe this is as good a time as 
any."

"Go ahead," Leeza invited.  "What's up?"

"Well..., and please realize I'm not complaining.  I had a great 
time last night, and Erotin was a very gracious host and, I might 
add, a great lover.  He knows how to fuck a girl!  But what I 
don't understand," she continued, "is how he got me so dammed 
turned on last night.  I went to his house and sat there like a 
cold, frozen ice sculpture.  Actually, I think I was trying to 
get through the night without screwing him, but the next thing I 
knew I was burning up inside.  Why, I developed passion and a 
craving for sex like I've never known before."  She paused a 
moment, turned to Erotin and said, "What I want to know is how in 
the hell did you do it?"

Ann burst into laughter.  "He's my husband.  Do you want his 
story?  Or the real truth?"

"The truth, of course," Felicity said flatly.

Ann stood and said, "We could take the next hour trying to 
explain it, but probably none of you would accept our 
explanation."  She looked at her husband and asked, "Do you have 
it?"  He nodded.  So she asked, "Would a little demonstration be 
acceptable?"  He nodded again. 

Then Ann turned back to Felicity and asked, "Are you willing for 
to be part of a demonstration of how it happened?"

Felicity thought for a moment, nervous about what might be 
involved.  Then she said, "Well, I'm curious enough that, yes, I 
really want to know.  So, I'll go along with it.  Do the demo."

"Good," Ann said, "because we don't want anyone being forced to 
do something they really don't want to do."  She paused for 
several moments before she continued, apparently putting together 
her plan.  When she continued, she asked, "Felicity, from what 
you've seen today and what you've heard, which of these men would 
you least like to screw?  I mean, the very last man in the world 
you would like have sex with?"

"From what I've seen and heard today?" she asked.  She looked 
around, focused on Randy, and said, "Probably him.  From what 
Ruth said, he sounded rather crude.  Nasty.  And rough."

"All right," Ann instructed, "please come stand up here."  When 
Felicity had complied, Ann then said, "Randy, please come stand 
up here beside her."  

Felicity shuddered, then arched her back, thrusting her breasts 
out boldly.  She did indeed look like a statue, maybe not made of 
ice, but certainly cold and defiant.  Randy sauntered up to stand 
beside her, his swollen cock still red but no longer engorged, 
since Judith had sometime earlier removed the ring and allowed 
him to drain his bladder.  The two stood facing each other 
awkwardly.  Ann stepped back.  

"Let me get out of the way.  Can you all see?  I want you to 
watch them carefully."  As she spoke, she nodded to her husband.

All eyes were on the odd couple before them.  No one noticed 
Erotin aim his remote at Felicity and press the button.  But 
everyone saw Felicity gasp, then nearly double over, and just as 
quickly straighten up and thrust out her pelvis as she began a 
wild bump and grind dance worthy of any stripper's stage.  Her 
hips swayed, and her breasts bounced wildly.  Randy watched her 
change of demeanor, and his limpness became an instant hard-on, 
stiff and ready for action.

Felicity reached out and grabbed Randy by the shoulders, pulling 
him against her undulating body, kissing him eagerly with her 
mouth open, and all the while rubbing her naked pelvis against 
his raging hard-on.  With no more foreplay than that, she dropped 
to the grass, pulling him down on top of her.  One hand continued 
to grasp his head so as to maintain their kiss while the other 
directed his cock into her pulsating pussy, and before he even 
had a chance to begin to pump into her, she was thrusting her 
pelvis, twisting and squeezing in as violent a demonstration of 
sexual craving as any of the people present had ever seen.

It took very few minutes before both climaxed, spurting and 
orgasming in animalistic abandon, not caring who was present or 
who was watching.  It was pure and simple rutting, which both 
appeared equally to enjoy.  

Then they were done.  Pulling apart, they sat up, looked around 
as if surprised they were not alone.  Then, acting somewhat 
embarrassed, they stood and returned to their previous places on 
the lawn.  

"Does that answer your question?" Ann asked.

"Well," she replied.  "I still don't now how it works, but at 
least I know why I responded like I did last night."  She paused 
a moment, then added, "Wow!"

"That bothers me," Ember suddenly spoke up.  "As much fun as both 
of them seemed to have, somehow it smacks of mind control, like 
they were being forced to do something against their will."

"Did you feel forced?" Ann asked Felicity.

"No way.  I really wanted to screw him."

"Randy?"

"It was all my pleasure."

"My husband developed a little device," Ann explained, "and while 
it cannot make you do something, it certainly brings out feelings 
you might otherwise ignore.  I understand how it feels because 
he's used it on me lots of times.  It simply frees me up so I 
really enjoy doing what I already want to do."

"Really?" Ember asked.

"Come here," Ann instructed.  "All you ladies, come on over here 
and stand beside me.  No, this time I'm not going to get out of 
the way.  I want every woman here to stand right here beside me."  
As they stood and lined up alongside Ann, no one seems to have 
noticed Jack lift his camera and silently begin snapping pictures 
of the naked lineup.

Eventually, all nine were standing in a row.  Beside Ann stood 
Ember, Felicity, Judith, Leeza, Leticia, Marie, Ruth, and 
Theresa.  All were naked ...all were loveable ladies, absolutely 
lovely.  Every man present was immediately moved by intense 
sexual desire.

No one spoke.  Ann simply smiled at her husband, and he turned on 
the RMFG.  There followed what may go down in the records, of all 
the erotic stories ever told, as the largest ever single fucking 
orgy, involving all the residents of Libido Lane.  It lasted well 
into the afternoon.  

Later, they all agreed, it had been one really hot day.

~~~~~
Continued in Chapter 26


  
Chapter 25  - Overnight Visits