*************** ADULTS ONLY ***************
The Loveable Ladies of Libido Lane
(C) by Erotin Thraller
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Chapter 30 - Hinny

Nikki:  He frowned and stuck out his tongue at me.  It was such a 
simple act, one recognized and done by every child, but never 
before had I seen that act look like the way Jim did it.  His 
tongue must have reached out of his mouth a full nine or ten 
inches.  I felt an instant tingle between my legs, an obscene 
longing to have him deep inside me.  There also came a sudden 
concern about what else might be going on in his body.  Even 
though the weekly infusion had been completed for some time, the 
DNA cocktails were obviously still at work in his body.  I knew 
it was time to have him checked again at the clinic.

- oo 0 oo -

Jim:  The money was nice.  No, more than that, it was something I 
really needed.  Even so, there was something lacking.  And I knew 
exactly what it was.  Every time one of those ladies had an 
orgasm on my tongue, I kept thinking how long it had been since 
there had been any action between my legs.  I loved helping these 
women, especially Nikki, to get off on my tongue, but I really 
missed not having my own climax.  What would it take, I wondered, 
to regenerate my sexual organs?  Was that part of my life really 
gone forever?

I proposed that question to Nikki the next day when she stopped 
at my house in the morning on her way to the clinic.  

"I simply cannot face another day without a tongue lashing from 
you," she laughed salaciously as she lifted her skirt and 
stripped off her panties.  "Please," she begged.  "Please do me.  
I need you.  Now!"

Afterward, as she was getting her clothes back in order and 
fixing her makeup, I asked, "Do you think there's any hope I 
might ever recover from my erectile dysfunction?"

"I doubt it," she sighed.  "I've never known anyone to regenerate 
on their own."

"What if I didn't do it 'on my own,' as you said?  Isn't there 
something that could be done to bring it back?"

"I can't offer you any hope," Nikki said softly as she kissed me 
and prepared to leave, "but I'll do some research.  Maybe someone 
somewhere can suggest something.  Who knows?"  And after a brief 
kiss, she was gone. 

Frustrated by her answer, or lack of one, I went to the library 
to do my own research.  Once more, the research assistant 
supplied me with a variety of information, but most of it was 
more confusing than helpful.  I learned that most humans have 45 
chromosomes, but a few have 47 because of various mutations.  
That left me puzzled, and I wondered how many I had after those 
recent infusions had modified my DNA.

Much more frustrated than before, I returned home and took a nap.  
Later that afternoon, Nikki called and asked me to meet her at 
the RARE Office that evening.  "I think I found something," she 
said.  "Maybe."

I went, thinking I was prepared for anything.  Desperation will 
do that for you.  What normally would have seemed impossible, 
impertinent, or indecent suddenly becomes acceptable or even 
desirable when there's enough frustration to prompt you into 
action.

"Ever hear of a 'hinny'?" Nikki asked as she entered the therapy 
room.

"Anything like hickey?" I asked.  "No, I remember now.  It's a 
female mule."

"Wrong!" she responded, more than a little disgusted at my lack 
of equine knowledge.  "That's a Jenny.  No, a hinny is the hybrid 
offspring of a male horse and a female donkey.  A mule is the 
offspring of a female horse and a male donkey.  Both mules and 
hinnies can be either male or female."

"Okay.  So?" I asked.  "Are you becoming a veterinarian?  Or did 
you enter me in the rodeo?"

"No, I was doing some checking.  A donkey has 62 chromosomes, and 
a horse has 64.  That means they are different species, even 
though they are quite similar.  Hinnies are hybrids of the two, 
so they have 63 chromosomes.  That odd number results in an 
incomplete reproductive system, not compatible with either 
species."

"You've already lost me," I countered.  "Where are you going with 
this?  Does it have anything to do with my problem?"

"I'm getting there," she smiled.  "Even though a hinny is 
sterile, it can still ejaculate.  In fact, male hinnies are 
usually castrated because, typically, they are obnoxiously 
rambunctious around females."

"Rambunctious?" I asked.

"They like to screw, but it doesn't produce anything," she 
grinned.  "So their antics just leaves the females frustrated and 
anxious."

"I'm not sure I like where this is going," I confessed.  "I don't 
like any conversation which involves castration."

"That's not where we're heading," Nikki assured me.  "In fact, 
it's quite the opposite.  What's more, if it works, I'm sure you 
will like it."

"Okay, so when do we begin?" I asked.

"As soon as the lab can evaluate your sexual DNA.  I can draw 
blood now, and they can begin testing tomorrow.  Once the changes 
in your system have been identified, the ones which brought about 
your erectile dysfunction, then they can begin to formulate a 
process to restore you ...hopefully to full function."

"Translated, you think I can might more get a hard-on?"

"Exactly."

"So what's all this crap about a mule and a hinny?  Am I going to 
get a hinny up my heinie?"

"Remember how they infused your blood with what they extracted 
from the giraffe?  Well, the theory is that something like that 
can be done with parts of the DNA from a male hinny.  It's much 
too early to tell, but that's a possibility.  I believe it's 
worth trying, but like I told you earlier, don't get your hopes 
up."

"Or I may never get anything else up?  Is that what you mean?"

Nikki looked at me skeptically, then frowned and proceeded to 
draw blood from my arm.  

"I'm glad you're not a vampire," I told her.

The next day I did additional research.  Wikipedia had an article 
on how the University of Idaho had successfully cloned a mule in 
2003.  The baby mule, named Idaho Gem, was the first clone of a 
hybrid animal.  The clone was possible simply because the 
animal's DNA was available.  

That information made Nikki's proposal seem more plausible, 
although it somehow smacked a bit too much like mixing rocket 
science with snake oil.  On the other hand, what did I have to 
lose?
- oo 0 oo -

Nikki:  Fortunately, I still maintained my position at the 
clinic, and that gave me access to the lab and their personnel.  
Since I was considered the clinic's expert (whatever that is) in 
the field of genetic modification, I pretty much had a free hand 
in my work.  When I first approached the lab with my idea about 
using hinny DNA, there was considerable resistance.  
Experimentation is expensive, but when I assured them the costs 
would all be covered in cash and there would be no need to apply 
for government or foundation funding, they were overjoyed and 
proceeded quickly.  Within a week, they had drawn up a proposed 
protocol and we scheduled the infusions much on the same order as 
we had previously done with the giraffe.

I did close inspections every week, prior to the next infusion.  
He didn't seem to mind, especially when I would spend a few 
minutes kissing his wrinkled little penis along with each 
evaluation.  For the first three weeks, there was no evidence of 
change.  During the fourth week, he reported an irritation, not 
really an itch, but he had feelings along his urinary tract which 
had not been there before.  He also had some symptoms of prostate 
growth.  That alarmed me at first, but later I determined that 
was the result of a bad case of constipation.  I recommended a 
laxative and Benadryl.

The following week, I found that his penis, while still flaccid, 
had actually grown.  It was at least 2cm longer than the previous 
week.  Not wanting to stir up unnecessary fear or perhaps get him 
overly anxious, I said nothing about the change, especially since 
there had been no further indication of constipation or 
irritation.

Instead, I said, "I have a suggestion."

"And what would that be, Nikki?" he asked.

"I have a miserable little apartment, and you're renting this big 
old house.  Why don't we consolidate and buy us a nice home?"

"You mean, like move in together?" he asked.

"Something like that," I agreed.

"Okay," he answered with hardly a second thought.  Then he 
surprised me even further by adding, "I'll look for something 
tomorrow."

- oo 0 oo -

Jim:  She didn't say anything about financial arrangements, but 
that was not unusual.  She seemed quite competent with money, so 
I presumed she had a something in mind.  The $500.00 she gave me 
for my half of the first week's income made me feel financially 
bold, more than for ever before.  I decided maybe we would soon 
be able to afford a house, if we pooled our resources.  Beyond 
that, well... She had said nothing about marriage.  Interesting.  
Maybe I was overly confident, but I proceeded to look up realtors 
on the internet and found one who advertised herself as closing 
the most sales in the county.  Her name was Nancy Porter, and 
when I emailed her she directed me to pictures and a video tour 
of two houses out in the suburbs.  The one that appealed most to 
me was in a gated community called Libido Lane.  The house number 
was 97221.  She said the neighbors were really nice, and the 
community has lots of private activities that would keep us busy.  
It sounded good, so I didn't bother to ask what she meant by 
private activities.  Instead, I made arrangements for Nancy to 
show the property to Nikki and me that evening. 

"You sure didn't mess around," Nikki said, when I phoned to tell 
her of our appointment with the realtor.  "I take it you like the 
idea of our moving in together?"

"I like the idea of you," I informed her.

"Thank you," she said.  Then in a whisper so soft I could 
scarcely hear she said, "Hopefully, I'll be able to deserve your 
trust."

That puzzled me, but I was excited enough about our upcoming tour 
of the house that I didn't allow her comment to bother me.  The 
afternoon passed like a snail in snow, and I became increasingly 
frustrated at how slow the clock can move when something good is 
about to happen.

Nikki picked me up in her car at quarter after 5:00, and it took 
us half an hour to drive out to Libido Lane.  It was indeed a 
gated community, and we parked by the gate.  Nancy arrived just 
before 6:00 and seemed quite efficient as she punched in the code 
to open the gate.  We followed her through, driving past rows of 
houses on each side.  They were nice, middle-class homes, nothing 
exceptional but neat and well maintained.  The sixth house on the 
left was 97221.  Across the street was a vacant lot.  "Room for 
expansion," Nikki commented.  "That's a good sign for our 
investment."

"I should have asked before bringing you here," Nancy began as we 
approached the door.  "Do you have any children?  This actually 
is an adults only community.  They have a homeowners association 
which has certain rules for the residents."

"Really?" Nikki observed.  "That should be interesting."

"Oh, it is," Nancy smiled.  "If you decide you like the place, 
you'll need to get your finances in order and then you'll meet 
with the Association for their approval."

"Approval?" I asked.

"Oh, yes," she responded.  "They expect anyone moving in here to 
be compatible with the community lifestyle.  I'm sure you can 
understand their feelings, and of course you wouldn't want to 
live where you were in conflict with your neighbors."

"Of course not," Nikki agreed.  She looked at me as she said, "I 
wonder what they will want to know about us...."  Then she turned 
back to Nancy and said, "Did Jim tell you that we're not married?  
Would that be important to this association?"

"I don't really think that will be a problem," Nancy smiled.  
"They are quite open-minded about such things."

By then we were inside the house, and we lost ourselves in a 
myriad of details on the tour.  Without going into detail, 
suffice it to say that both of us loved the place.  Nikki and I 
found, interestingly enough, that we agreed on the arrangement of 
rooms.  Even the colors were such that very little redecorating 
would need to be done.  I wished we could move in right away.  

"I'm so excited," Nikki literally bubbled as we retraced out walk 
through the house.  The main entryway was awesome.  It was open 
all the way to the top of the second floor.  From the back of the 
entryway a long hallway led all the way to the back of the house.  
Standing there, looking around, Nikki burst into laughter.  "This 
is too good to pass up," she exclaimed.  She looked at Nancy and 
said, "Nancy, by any chance do you have a camera?"

"As a matter of fact, I do.  I carry it to photograph new 
listings.  Why?"

"I simply must have a picture of me standing here in this 
hallway."  Nancy appeared puzzled, so Nikki continued, "I really 
like this place, but if it works out that we don't get the house 
I don't want to miss this chance for a picture."

"Sure," Nancy smiled, then opened the door.  "My camera's in the 
car.  I'll go get it."

"You think we can afford this place?" I asked, turning from Nancy 
to Nikki.  That's when I did a double-take.  Nikki was 
undressing!  She already had her slacks off.  Her blouse and 
underwear followed, and by the time Nancy returned, Nikki was 
standing in the hallway completely naked.

"I hope I'm not embarrassing you," she said to Nancy.  Then, 
giggling, she added, "But isn't this the absolute, perfect place 
for a picture?" 

Somewhat amused and more than a little surprised, I simply stood 
and watched as Nikki assumed a variety of poses while Nancy 
clicked the shutter.  I knew Nikki was beautiful, but seeing her 
in this setting was more than inspiring.  It was erotic.  And I 
was really getting turned on!

That's when the door opened.  

"Excuse me," a soft voice said, "We live just up the street, and 
we thought it would be nice to meet our new neighbors."  A dark-
haired lady in a bright red dress stepped into the hallway, 
followed by a tall, distinguished gentleman.  When she saw Nikki, 
she apologized quickly, "Oh, I'm sorry.  Did we come at an 
awkward time?"

"Something like that," Nancy laughed.

Nikki made a grab for her clothes, preparing to cover up, but the 
lady said, "Oh, don't be embarrassed.  We see a lot of each other 
here on The Lane."  She smiled appreciatively, then turned to the 
man and said, "I think they will fit in quite well, don't you, 
dear?"

"What do you mean?" Nikki asked.  The skepticism in her voice was 
unmistakable. 

"Nancy didn't tell you?" the lady asked.  "Oh, by the way, I'm 
Ann, and this is my husband Erotin."  She reached out to shake 
hands with each of us.

"Erot...," Nikki asked.

"Erotin," Ann repeated.  "Yes, like erotic.  It's an enthralling 
name, but I guess his mother had a premonition."  Her laugh was 
captivating and pleasantly suggestive, so much that Nikki did not 
bothered to cover her nakedness.  

"What didn't Nancy tell us?" I asked.

"Oh," Ann smiled warmly at me.  "You saw this is a gated 
community.  That's because our homeowners association has voted 
to make this a clothes-optional neighborhood.  No, we're not 
nudists.  We simply like to go without clothes."  She glanced at 
her husband, then back at each of us as she continued, "Sometimes 
we even have neighborhood parties to which everyone comes naked."

"Are you kidding us?" I questioned.

"Obviously, we don't advertise our activities," Erotin smiled.  
"But since Nancy has apparently just taken some otherwise-
embarrassing pictures of this beautiful lady, which I expect she 
certainly would like to keep private...?"  Nikki nodded.  He 
continued, "Then I think it would be great to have you as our 
neighbors."

"And I second that," Ann spoke somewhat eagerly.  She turned to 
Nancy and asked, "Are you willing to take a couple more shots?  
I'd love to have a picture of me standing with this beautiful 
lady in this lovely hallway."  Nancy nodded, silently amused.  
Without hesitation, Ann reached behind her neck, unclasped the 
halter top of her dress, then wiggled her body seductively as her 
dress slid to the floor.  She was wearing nothing under it, and 
just like that she was naked.  Stepping out of her dress, she 
assumed a pose beside the surprised Nikki.  

A remembrance of days gone by fogged my mind, as I realized this 
was the scenario which once would have yielded a massive erection 
in my pants.  As it was, I felt absolutely nothing, even though 
my brain was in erotic overdrive.  Suddenly, I began to wonder 
what my tongue might find within the vaginal walls of this sexy 
neighbor lady.

After taking a couple of photographs, Nancy said she really 
needed to be going.  We took the hint, and Nikki dressed quickly.  
Erotin picked up his wife's dress, and followed the us out the 
door and down the front steps.  Ann seemed unconcerned about her 
nudity and made no move to cover herself.  As we drove away, they 
were still standing in front the house.  He was holding her 
dress.  She was still naked.

"Well, that was interesting," Nikki exclaimed as we followed 
Nancy's car through the gate and turned off Libido Lane on to the 
main thoroughfare.  I was too dumbfounded to think of anything to 
say, and we drove back to my place in complete silence.  There, 
sitting out front with the motor still running, Nikki said, "What 
do you think?"

"About the house or the neighbors?" I asked

"Either one."

"Can we afford it?" I asked.

She grinned and said, "Let's make an offer and find out."

Once again, Nikki amazed me.  Within a week, all the hurdles had 
been cleared, we had jumped through all the hoops, or however you 
want to describe the process of obtaining a mortgage for the 
house.  In spite of my previous job, that had been business.  
This was personal, and sorting through our financial stuff had my 
head spinning.  Nikki was really enjoying herself.  That's when 
Nancy arranged for us to meet with the Association.  

"When you obtain their approval," she informed us, "we can set 
the date for the closing."  She paused, then added, "I doubt 
you'll have any problem with being approved, considering our 
encounter with the neighbors when you toured the house.  Your 
meeting with the association, incidentally, will be at their 
place.  Their house number is 97217.  The meetings are typically 
informal, so just wear casual clothing."

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Continued in Chapter 31



  
Chapter 30 - Hinny