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The Loveable Ladies of Libido Lane
(C) by Erotin Thraller
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Chapter 31 - Growing Members

Ann called me as soon as she hung up the phone.  "Erotin, that 
was Nancy.  She says Jim and Nikki have their finances in order 
to buy that house a couple of doors down the street."

"Nice," I replied.  "That girl has a great body."

"You sure ogled her enough.  I could tell you were hoping to get 
to know her better."

"Much better," I agreed, "but I didn't notice that you had much 
interest in him."

"Well, you can't win them all," she conceded.  Then she added, 
"Oh, Nancy also said that Bill and Tina have closed on that 
property the other side of Judith's house.  She wondered if we've 
made any plans yet for a welcoming party."

Mental wheels began to turn, and I speculated out loud, "Do you 
suppose... Maybe we could combine those events?  I mean, could we 
use the welcome party as the setting for an interview with what's 
their names?"

"Jim and Nikki," Ann reminded me.

"Well, what do you think?"

"I think you ought to bounce it off of Frank."

I did.  Frank considered it somewhat risky, but probably our best 
option.  Otherwise it will seem we're dragging out our decision 
unnecessarily.  He suggested we have the double-event on Friday 
evening.  He thought four days would be adequate notice for our 
neighbors.  

It was, and everyone agreed to come.  All current residents, 
including Bill and Tina, were invited at 6:00.  They were also 
informed that we would interview another prospective buyer at 
7:00.

Perhaps, in our hurry to schedule the meeting, we were so 
engrossed with incorporating a welcome event and an approval 
interview, that we forgot to mention a dress code.  Ooops!  That 
oversight was not revealed (pardon the pun) until people began to 
arrive Friday evening.  

Jack came first, dressed in casual slacks and shirt.  Leticia 
came next, wearing shorts and a tank top.  Felicia came in slacks 
and a very revealing halter.  So far so good.  Then Brett and 
Marie arrived.  Brett was in cargo shorts, but Marie was nude.  
Of course, it was not unusual for Marie to be naked, as her 
family agreement was still in force, but it only forbid her to 
wear clothes inside the house.  Now that our community had 
adopted a clothing-optional policy, she seldom wore anything 
except jewelry, in the house or out.  Ann and I privately 
questioned if we should say anything to her, but before we did, 
Randy arrived with Judith, and both of them were naked.  Leeza 
and Mike also came, equally bare.  Frank and Ember came dressed 
casually, as did Ruth and John, but as soon as Ember saw Judith 
and Marie she stripped off her dress.  I was wearing cargo 
shorts, since that provided a pocket for my RMFG.  

Ann was still pondering how she should dess when I went to start 
the grill.  Later, when she escorted the first guests through the 
house and out to the deck, I realized she had put on her lace 
hostess apron, the one she had worn at our early parties.  I 
mean, the little apron was all she wore.  Her breasts were bare 
and temptingly beautiful.  The white lace did little to conceal 
her dark bush.  The cheeks of her bare bottom were free to flip-
flop as she walked.  It was far more sensuous than if she had 
been completely nude.

Eventually, new residents Bill and Tina arrived.  Ann escorted 
them out on to the deck, and it was obvious that Bill was quite 
captivated by his hostess.  He couldn't take his eyes off my 
wife, but I didn't blame him at all.  Tina's face broke into a 
happy smile when she saw so much the nudity on the deck.

"Do you mind?" she asked her husband.  He shrugged, as if 
surrendering any control he might have over her or the situation, 
and a moment later Tina had stripped off her dress and was 
dancing naked to the music.  I sat and watched.  True to my name, 
I was enthralled.

Later, Frank called the meeting unofficially to order and 
reminded the group that an additional couple would be coming to 
interview, seeking approval to purchase property and move on to 
The Lane.  Ann reported on our encounter with the couple when 
they toured that vacant house down the street.  She went into 
considerable detail about finding the lady naked.  "I'll warn you 
guys," she laughed.  "This gal has a great body."

"How much of it do we get to see tonight?" Randy asked.

"I suppose that's what we need to decide right now," Frank 
observed.  "Just because she wanted to have her picture taken in 
the buff doesn't mean she's willing to share her assets."

"Nor do we know what his attitude may be," I added.

It was then that Rick and his sister arrived.  Both were dressed 
quite conservatively in shorts and casual tops.  "There's a new 
car in the driveway," Rick announced.  "I didn't recognize the 
couple."  A moment later, the doorbell rang.  Ann went to invite 
them in.

Jim:  Nikki and I arrived promptly at 7:00 that evening.  
Apparently the neighbors had gathered early, for the party 
appeared to be already in progress.  Nikki rang the door bell and 
a few moments later the door was opened by a lady who was naked 
to the waist.  Her bare breasts were great, but I was rather 
embarrassed when she greeted us warmly.

"Welcome," she greeted us.  "I'm...," she started to say.

Nikki interrupted by saying, "Oh, yes.  I recognize your... I mean, 
I remember you."  She gave her little nervous laugh, which made 
me wonder if she was turned on or repulsed by this blatant 
display of bare flesh, lovely as it was.

"As I was saying," the lady continued, "I'm Ann.  Please come in.  
All the others are out on the back deck."

She ushered us through the house and out the back door.  There on 
to the deck we were confronted with a mixed array of men and 
women, some dressed casually and several not dressed at all.

"As you can see," our hostess informed us casually, "we really do 
have a clothing-optional community, and you're welcome to make 
yourselves comfortable however you desire."

I looked at Nikki, and she silently indicated we would keep our 
clothes on.  Ann directed us to a couple of chairs at one end of 
the oval seating arrangement.  All this nudity made me nervous, 
for I couldn't imagine what might develop because of it.  In what 
little experience I had in the matter, nudity was usually a 
prerequisite for sex.  Seeing so many lovely ladies with their 
body parts revealed left me terribly frustrated, knowing I could 
do nothing to satisfy my urges.

Nikki:  Now, I'm obviously not a prude.  Because of my medical 
training I'm not only accustomed, but also quite comfortable, at 
seeing naked bodies.  This was a first, however, for me to be in 
a group of people who seemed to take nudity so casually.  I think 
the lack of clothing would have been easier to absorb if everyone 
had been naked, like at a nudist camp, but to have some fully 
clothed sitting next to others in the all-together ...well, it was 
different.  And it made me nervous.  Sitting beside Jim, trying 
to absorb the atmosphere, I wondered if these were really the 
kind of people I wanted as my neighbors.

Frank introduced himself and outlined the basic rules of the 
Homeowners Association, such as no children, and how couples must 
both agree to participate in all activities.

"All activities?" I asked.  "What if we have other obligations?"

"Oh, we try to accommodate everyone's schedules, and we plan our 
regular activities far enough in advance that you can work them 
into your calendar.  We planned this evening rather suddenly, as 
you know, but everyone agreed to come ...simply because they are 
anxious to meet you."

One of the naked guys, I think his name was Randy, said, "Yeah, 
Ann told us how she had seen you looking at the house, and we 
wanted to see you too."  His grin told me exactly what he wanted 
to see.  I shuddered, wondering if I was really willing to reveal 
myself that completely ...especially to people I had only met.

"Are there any other rules?" Jim asked.

"There are only three," Frank replied.

"That's two.  What's the third one?" I asked.

There was a nervous titter around the group.  Ann smiled, "Are 
you two truly committed to each other?  I mean, do you trust one 
another enough to give each other room to experiment?"

I read that one loud and clear.  So I said, "If by that bit of 
circumlocution you mean are we willing to swap partners..., I guess 
I would have to say, it wouldn't be the first time.  On the other 
hand, Jim is still in the recovery phase of his bout with cancer, 
and we must be especially careful to control his exposure to 
disease.  That means, because I am part of his life, I must be 
especially careful as well."

There was a look of dismay slowly spreading around the room, and 
I decided something had to be done, lest we not be approved.  My 
decision was made primarily because I really wanted that house.  
So I went into action.  

And I kept talking.  "If you mean am I willing to join in your 
fun and games ...under certain sanitary conditions, then, well, let 
me show you."  I stood up, walked to the center of the group and 
slowly, quite deliberately, removed my clothes, all of them.  It 
wasn't really a strip tease, but I took my time, and when I was 
wearing nothing but my shoes, I posed in several positions.  
Typically, I'm cautious not to parade my nakedness, but I quite 
aware that my body looks good.  And I'm willing to display it 
when it will serve my purpose.  Apparently my audience approved, 
for there was a round of applause.  Exuberant applause.

Jim:  I was dumbfounded when Nikki began to strip.  Previously, 
when she posed for nude photos in the house we wanted to buy, I 
thought she had slipped a cog ...or something like that.  Then I 
remembered how she had stripped and showered that first time she 
came to my house.  On the other hand, here she was posing naked 
in front of our future neighbors.

Frank spoke politely, "I'd like to assure you, that each of us 
maintains a clean health report, because we certainly don't want 
to mess up anyone's life.  We are medically tested each month, 
just to be safe.  Is that acceptable to you?"

I had to smile, for it certainly appeared that he was wanting to 
screw Nikki right then and there.  She appeared somewhat taken 
aback by his statement, but he definitely had called her bluff, 
if that's what it was.  The next move was up to her.  Once more, 
she amazed me.

Erotin:  I almost missed Ann's signal.  After Frank spoke, there 
was silence, and that quiet pause dragged into an awkward moment 
during which no one spoke.  Nikki appeared stunned, not quite 
sure what to say.  Or do.  She simply stood, which was not 
unpleasant at all, because I was enjoying this opportunity to 
view her lovely body.  

Then I saw my wife nod that it was time to turn on the RMFG.  I 
did, keeping the power reasonably low at first.  There was no 
visible effect for several more moments.  Slowly, ever so slowly, 
Nikki's hips began to rotate.  She leaned forward and swiveled 
her shoulders, causing her breasts to sway.  Remarkably, even 
when I increased the power, she remained in control.  I could see 
beads of sweat begin to gather on her forehead.  She clenched her 
fists against her abdomen.  Then she stood straight and tall as 
she looked around the group and said, "Ladies, which one of you 
will volunteer your man to screw me?"

Her question apparently caught everyone off guard.  There was a 
pause of several seconds.  Then Leticia raised her hand and said, 
"I don't have a man of my own, but I'd like my friend Jack to 
have that privilege."  She turned to Jack and asked, "Are you up 
for it?"

"I truly hope so," Jack beamed.

"Good," Nikki gasped, still fighting against the force of the 
erotic wave wracking her body.  "Afterward, I will have a special 
prize for you...."  She gasped again, then asked, "Is there a 
cushion, or do I have to lie on this wooden deck?"

There was a quick scrambling as a pad was pulled from the chaise 
longue and spread across the deck.  Leticia urged Jack to his 
feet.  His hands were trembling so much that she ended up helping 
him out of his pants.  By that time, Nikki was finally losing 
control.  She stretched out on the cushion, spread her legs in 
eager wantonness, and finally lost her control and began bouncing 
her hips passionately.

"Sorry, Jim," she called out, "but I really need this!"  Jack 
knelt between her legs and leaned forward.  Nikki took it from 
there, catching his cock with both her hands and dragging him 
forward as she thrust her pulsating pussy upward to engulf Jack's 
manhood.  

Captivated by the view of this unexpected copulation, the crowd 
gathered around and clapped in rhythm with the couple's 
thrusting.  I turned off the remote as soon as they were actually 
engaged, letting them go at it at their own speed.  Considering 
his age and his previous problems, Jack held up remarkably well.  
He stayed with her until she came, and her orgasm brought him to 
a climax.  

"Thank you," she said as she sat up.  She kissed Jack on the 
cheek, and said, "Maybe we'll do this again sometime."  His face 
actually glowed.

"Now, where's the lady who volunteered you?" she asked.  

Jack pointed to Leticia.  "She's my next door neighbor.  Her name 
is Leticia."

"Well, Leticia," Nikki began.  "How do you feel about oral sex?"

Remembering her traumatic experience with the machine, Leticia 
shuddered.  "I hate it.  Although I have brought myself to do it 
a couple of times."

"No," Nikki countered, "I don't mean giving.  Do you like to 
receive it?"

"I never have," she said softly.

"Well, tonight's your lucky night," Nikki smiled.  "You just won 
the sexual lottery."

"What ...do you mean?" Leticia asked.

"Well, I doubt you would believe me if I tried to explain, but if 
you'll move over here and sit on this picnic table, I'll show 
you."  She turned to Jim and asked, "Can you handle this?"  He 
nodded silently, then rose and sat down at the table.

"Before you sit," Nikki caught Leticia's hand, "You should get 
out of those shorts.  And you may as well get rid of that top, 
because you don't want anything binding your body for what you're 
about to experience...."

Leticia was obviously puzzled, but too curious to object.  She 
pushed her tube top down to her waist, then slid it and her 
shorts down her legs.  Nikki held her hand as the now-naked 
Leticia climbed up on the table and sat down facing Jim.

"Spread your legs, Leticia, and lean back so he can get to you 
easily," Nikki instructed.

Frowning and obviously frustrated, Leticia obeyed, nervously 
eyeing Jim as he leaned forward.  As I watched this activity 
begin to develop, I was impressed with how he kept his eyes on 
hers.  She seemed somehow hypnotized by the way he watched her, 
and when he buried his face in the folds between her legs, she 
gasped audibly.  Slowly she spread her legs, allowing him easier 
access, and then her eyes opened wide, her breath came in deep 
breaths, and she began to writhe and twist her entire body, 
almost as if she were being impaled on his tongue.

Jim:  When Nikki indicated that I should do Leticia with my 
tongue, I was fearful that I might end up having to do all the 
ladies present.  That certainly would have been interesting, but 
it takes too much of out me to do so many women.  One or two a 
day is about all I can handle.  Even so, I trusted Nikki to know 
what she was doing.  

When I was face to face, so to speak, with Leticia's pussy, I 
forgot about the audience gathered around to watch.  I 
concentrated on her, because it's always interesting to watch the 
expression on a woman's face when I begin to probe around inside 
her.  

Leticia's eyes opened wide when she realized I was not just 
licking her labia.  As I spread her open and worked my way deep 
inside, she stopped resisting.  I touched her clit, and she 
jerked as if this was a brand new experience.  Then, as I worked 
the tip of my tongue deeper inside, I kept rubbing her clit with 
the base of my tongue, gently exciting her while I probed and 
explored new areas ...places deep within her.  Eventually, I 
touched her cervix, and she jumped again, pushing herself hard 
against my face.  Her mouth was set, and I could see she was 
grinding her teeth, desperately seeking all the satisfaction my 
tongue could give.  

I'm not sure what the people around were seeing.  I doubt that 
they could see my tongue, nor did they know how deep I was 
probing into her love canal.  They could only see that she was in 
erotic bliss.  She enjoyed it immensely, I could tell, because 
she eventually exploded in an orgasm that rose and fell in a 
series of waves, as she pushed and squeezed.  I curled my tongue 
around inside her, enhancing her satisfaction, and she continued 
to orgasm more and more violently.  Then she screamed and 
actually passed out.  Slowly, I retracted my tongue into my 
mouth, hoping no one saw how long it was.  Then I stood and moved 
away.  

Erotin:  Nikki gently fanned Leticia's face until she blinked and 
opened her eyes.  

"Oh, my!" she whispered.  "You're right.  I hit the lottery.  
Wow!  That was worth a million dollars!  Let's keep him.  I want 
him."  She looked up and the people around and said, "Don't you 
dare reject them.  I want him in the neighborhood.  Don't let 
this couple get away!"

Frank looked around the group, and most were already nodding 
their heads in agreement.  Just that quickly the decision was 
made to accept them, our first unmarried couple, into the 
neighborhood.  Privately, several of us speculated ...wondering 
what kind of therapist Jim actually was.  A previous background 
check on Nikki had affirmed that she was a Physicians Assistant 
and a well-respected authority on genetic modification.  Beyond 
that, they were a mystery.

Nikki:  "That was close," Jim sighed as we drove away that 
evening.  We had looked for the first opportunity to leave and 
did so as soon as it seemed practical.  Actually, I was getting a 
bit chilly out there on the deck wearing nothing but my shoes.  
Somehow, it seemed impolite to get dressed after making such an 
ado of my willingness to be nude in the neighborhood.  And then 
there was Leticia.  She clung to Jim like he might try to escape.  
I'm not sure how that will work out in the future.  Do we 
continue to limit the number of women he will service?  Should we 
limit his work to what he does at RARE?  Or should I just shut up 
and let the ladies have their fun with him?

Those questions continued to plague me during the next few days 
as we prepared to move.  Details bogged us down.  We had to deal 
with his lease on the house where he lived, which meant the move 
could not happen immediately.  In fact, we learned it would be 
two months before he could get out of his lease.  

That delay allowed time to continue Jim's therapy.  The lab's 
protocol provided for eight weeks of infusions, and he was 
already into his fifth week.  So far, he had not noticed any 
change in his penis, except an occasional episode of itching.  
That was especially intriguing, since an itch had been the first 
symptom when his tongue began to grow.

After his sixth infusion, I had him drop his pants and inspected 
him carefully.  He wanted to know if I was willing to check him 
with my mouth as well as my fingers.  I declined, but I did my 
share of pinching and prodding, as I tried to see if he could be 
stimulated into any semblance of an erection.  None.  When I 
measured him, however, I had to bite my lip to keep from showing 
signs of concern.  I double-checked.  Definitely, his penis had 
grown an additional 2cm.  Even in its flaccid, shrunken state, it 
measured 10cm ...a full four inches.  Concerned, I considered 
canceling the final infusions but decided to let it continue.  
Most of the benefit (or damage) was probably already done, so we 
might as well follow the full plan.

Meanwhile, we continued our evening sessions at Rehabilitation 
and Research Experience (RARE).  Two of our clients set up 
regular sessions every other week, and they were telling their 
friends.  These new ladies were now calling for appointments.  We 
were not getting rich, but were bringing in $2,500 a week, above 
my regular day job at the clinic.

By the time Jim completed the full eight-week protocol of 
infusions, his flaccid penis measured a full 12cm.  I showed him 
the report, and he grinned.  

"I knew it was longer," he said.  "The bump in my shorts was too 
big to ignore, and it itches a lot." 

"Is that all?" I asked.

"You didn't notice?" he asked.  

"Notice what?"

"Well, if you'd put it in your mouth like I asked, you would see 
what I mean."

I checked again and could have kicked myself for having been so 
absorbed with his added length that I had failed to check the 
girth.  It was nearly 5cm thick.  Not many men are that large 
when fully erect.

"Is this a problem?" he asked.

"Not at all," I assured him, not really lying but hoping I was 
wrong.

That was the point at which we began daily inspections.  I even 
succumbed to Jim's requests and began sucking his penis each 
evening at RARE before our clients arrived.  He said he enjoyed 
it, but nothing really happened until Monday of the third week 
following his final infusion.  

"That sure feels good," he exclaimed as I rolled my tongue around 
the bulb.  

It was then I realized my mouth was quite full.  I had been in a 
hurry and hadn't paid much attention when I knelt in front of him 
and began what had become rather routine for me.  I knew he 
really looked forward to my "oral inspections," so I was learning 
to perform as he wished.  Kneading his tool between my fingers, I 
realized it had changed.  While it was not what could be called 
an erection, it certainly was no longer limp and wrinkled.  I 
measured it, and found it now had grown to a full 16cm, a little 
over 6 inches.  That would not have been a big deal for any other 
man, but for Jim..., well, he was elated.

To celebrate, I took his newly sized tool back into my mouth and 
gave him my very best blow job.  He surprised me by unloading at 
least three cc's of sperm in my mouth.  His ejaculation was a 
true orgasmic experience.  

"Wow!" he exclaimed.  "That was great.  Thank you!"

I held him in my mouth for quite awhile, knowing I should save 
his sperm and test it to see if it was normal, but I also wanted 
to swallow to complete my own experience.  I swallowed, then 
kissed him full on the lips.  We were becoming a true couple.  
Maybe, I thought hopefully, we will soon actually be able to fuck 
each other.

Jim:  When I saw Nikki swallow, I felt like a man again.  Maybe I 
will soon be able to be a real lover, not only with her but also...  
My mind went back to that gathering of lovely ladies in our new 
neighborhood.  We will soon be ready to move to our new house, 
and I want to screw every one of those lovely ladies!

That was Monday.  Everything was a mess.  The time to move into 
our new house had arrived, and once we started that process 
everything became a big rush.  Nikki and I worked separately, 
since each of us had a home to close out in order to consolidate 
our stuff into a single household.  To make time for the move, 
Nikki didn't schedule any evening sessions at RARE until Friday.  
That evening, she was already there when I arrived.  As usual, I 
entered through the back door.  

Nikki:  I kissed Jim lightly, while he stripped off his pants and 
shorts, as he usually did in anticipation of my examination and 
blow-job.  He was smiling when he sat down, and I admit my mind 
was rather preoccupied as I knelt between his legs.  I was 
concentrating beyond this moment and expecting to get my oral 
ministrations over as with quickly.  I guess I had become much 
too professional, even in my attitude toward Jim.

Only after I was on my knees and reaching for his penis did I 
actually see what was right there in my face.  

"My word, Jim!  What have you done?  What are you doing?"  

I was amazed.  His cock was huge.  This was no longer a flaccid 
penis.  No way!  There was no other word for it ...his cock was 
BIG.  I mean, it had to be at least eight or nine inches long!  
And it stood out straight and hard.  This was an erection to die 
for, and yet here it was on the man I love, the man who had not 
had an erection during all the time I had known him.  I was 
amazed!  Especially since we had accomplished this change through 
our program of genetic modification.

"Well," he said, "are you just going to sit there with your mouth 
open?  Or are you going to put something in it?"

I leaned forward and kissed the tip of our new toy.  It was firm 
and solid to the touch.  Then I licked around the opening, 
tasting the juices that seeped out, and started to take it into 
my mouth.  That's when I realized this new erection was not just 
long; it was thick.  I grasped it with my hand, but my fingers 
could not close around it.  Quickly, I grabbed for the tape 
measure with which I had been keeping record of his development.  
Only as I measured it did I realize how truly magnificent, or 
perhaps how tragic, his recovery actually was.  The tape doesn't 
lie.  Twice I repeated the measurements because I couldn't 
believe what I was seeing.  The length was 48cm and the width was 
8cm.  In non-medical terms, that meant his cock was more than 3 
inches thick and nearly 18 inches long.  So much for thinking we 
would be soon fucking like normal people.  

"I'm sorry, Jim," I told him.  "There is not a girl in the world 
with a vagina big enough to absorb all that."

Jim:  I knew my dong had been growing, but I was totally amazed 
as I watched it rise up in front of Nikki's face.  When she 
measured it, I could only shake my head in wonder.  A few weeks 
earlier, I would have given anything just to feel it twitch or 
perhaps have it stiffen enough to poke in her pussy.  But now?  
What was I to do?  I was a hinny-human mutant....

"So what now?" I asked.  "Will I have to screw a donkey?"

"Of course not," her voice said, but her eyes told me that might 
be my only option.  She kissed me then and calmly said, "We will 
think of something."  Then she gave that little laugh that always 
made me feel at ease, and added, "Well, since we have a new toy, 
let's see how it works."  

Using both hands to grasp it, Nikki began to stroke my rod, 
pumping it up and down.  What she did felt soooo very good.  In 
only a few minutes, the pressure began building within me, and I 
began to spurt.  Previously, she had thought it was a big deal 
when I deposited 3cc's of sperm in her mouth.  This time, I 
really unloaded.  Stream after stream spouted into the air.

"Look!" I shouted without really thinking.  "I'm a party-
streamer!"  She didn't think it was funny, because what goes up 
usually comes down.  Streams of sperm descended all over her, 
sticking in her hair, on her clothes, on the floor.

"You better get your pants on," she instructed as she jumped to 
her feet.  "Our client may be here before I'm ready, so you 
better be ready to answer the door."  With that she began to peel 
off her sperm-streaked clothing.  "I had better shower." 

The remainder of the evening was a comedy of errors, as neither I 
nor Nikki seemed able to concentrate on the tasks at hand.  
Eventually, however, we managed to service our client with a 
minimum of embarrassment and discomfort, and in return she not 
only wrote a nice check but added an extra $50 tip "for that nice 
therapist."

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Continued in Chapter 32


  
Chapter 31 - Growing Members