Our house is an indoor party house. Heide and her husband's pool is secluded behind a high privacy wall. When we have our neighborhood get-togethers at their home, the six couples can fuck and suck under the stars without attracting undue attention from the neighbors. Our pool deck, on the other hand, overlooks a small neighborhood park, one designed for family barbecues and different kinds of balling--softball, football and soccer. It gets a lot of use, especially on the weekends.
It's not a bad thing. On warm summer nights I can sit by our pool and listen to the local teenagers losing their virginity. First, you hear some female voices uttering the mating call of a virgin. "No!" ...Or "Do you really love me?" That usually gives way to a short period of male grunting, followed by a loud moan. Then there is another call, again from the female of the species. "That's it?"
I chuckle when I hear that one, remembering Mary Lou. She was my first. She was also the most patient woman I've ever fucked. We'd meet in the woods behind her house. I'd bring a blanket. She'd bring two beers she'd stolen from her father's never-ending supply in the garage refrigerator. She'd strip and lie on the blanket. I'd strip and lie on her.
I say she was the most patient because I didn't know what the hell I was doing. I, like most high school boys, hadn't learned about foreplay. I hadn't learned that fingering her love box and licking the girl's tits caused her pussy juices to flow, and that would have made it easier for my dick to enter her waiting pussy. No, the first time--and many times after that--I just banged away at the dry hole until she spread her legs far enough to allow me to enter. Then, when I did get in, the sensation was so fantastic it would take about two strokes. Then I'd empty my balls into her recently virgin cunt.
Fortunately, as a teenager, I could bounce right back. I'd roll off, wait a minute or two, then repeat the process. This would continue until I had cum three or four times. Then, miracle of miracles, I began to show some staying power. That's what Mary Lou had hung around for, and both of us were duly rewarded.
I'd pump in and out of her more slowly because my dick wasn't quite sensitive. She liked that. There was no rush or 'wham bam thank you ma'am'. Once I'd lasted a minute, she'd start getting into it and wrap her legs around me. That allowed me to go deeper into her pussy, and we both liked that. Then she'd start moving her hips with me. That's when she'd start moaning and grabbing my ass--pulling me deeper into her. Finally, she'd scream and squeeze my dick with her pussy. Then she'd grab my ass and pull me all the way inside he. Her juices would begin flowing--soaking me--and her already tight cunt would contstrict, trying to strangle my dick. As drained as I was, that never failed. I'd cum again... and keep on cumming, long after my balls had nothing else to contribute.
Mary Lou and I were 'in love' for about six months. Then she started dating an older boy. He was a wizened veteran who sucked her nipples and clit. She explained that when she broke up with me. She said he made her cum every time, and not just after he'd been drained so often he was able to keep it up for more than one or two thrusts. He actually had learned to hold off and not cum until she'd had an orgasm. Laidies first. She liked that.
I was heartbroken, but rebounded. There was one thing about Mary Lou, though, that baffled me for years. Then I discovered that some women--like Mary Lou--actually had gushers of their own during an orgasm. Up to that time, I always thought she had lost control of her bladder and was pissing on me. Ah, youth.
Anyway, you can see why we didn't hold any of our swinger's group parties around our pool. It might have been too educational for the locker room Romeos and their Juliet conquests. ...Not that nothing ever happens. My wife and I fuck frequently in the pool. Some of our guests use it as well, keeping their amorous adventures underwater and out of sight of the families in the park.
All except our neighbor, Heidi. She presented a problem because she's more of a visual person and doesn't care to screw in the pool. She likes to watch my dick slide in and out of my wife's pussy. She also likes to lick my balls and dick while I'm doing it. So, on one particular day, she claimed she couldn't hold her breath that long and demanded we move to higher ground. we did and moved to the side of the pool. All of us were too heated and horny to note what was happening in the park.
Still, we might have gotten away with it, but Heidi is not only visual, she's very vocal. I had finished my wife Gretchen and was fucking Heidi for all it was worth. She started fucking me back, her hips bucking and grinding into me. I delivered a load of cum in her tight cunt, groaning as quietly as I could. Heidi couldn't. When she felt my dick spasm inside her--knowing that my hot cum was filling her pussy--she went wild. Heidi thrashed and grabbed my ass, pulling me all the way into her. Gretchen was underneath us, dutifully sucking Heidi's clit, and she gushed all over my wife's face.
Then came the screaming. Heidi shrieked as she came, attracting the attention of all the spectators--and players--attending the little league soccer game. While some were appreciative of our efforts, a few got on their cellphones and called the cops.
We'd guessed that might happen and ran into the house to get dressed. Heidi had a different idea.
We've equipped a few room in our house with small, unobtrusive cameras. When we have parties, I record a lot of the goings on, then make copies for our guests. Since we only have our group fuckfests once or twice a month, it helps folks get through the dry periods if they can watch the videos. I know I enjoy watching them when my wife is gone on assignment for a few days. It sure as hell is better than reading the newspaper'sladies underwear ads while I beat my meat.
...And the cameras were part of the plan. Heidi and my wife didn't dress. Instead, they sent me off to my home office where I had all my video controls and recorders set up. I'd no sooner arrived when the doorbell rang. I switched the monitor to the front door camera and watched as Gretchen opened it--stark naked. I chuckled at the look on the two burly cops' faces.
You have to understand something. Gretchen makes a living modeling. Heidi is no slouch and could probably do the same, but she doesn't. Instead, she spends her days writing porn and fucking. She cyberfucks on the computer. She fucks herself. She fucks various vegetables from their refrigerator. She fucks the neighbors--both wives and husbands. And, according to her husband, this is all foreplay. At night, when he comes home and the kid's in bed, she fucks his brains out. The woman is insatiable.
My wife, on the other hand, has a shy streak. Don't get me wrong. Most of the time, she's almost as horny as Heidi. I've seen her with a dick pumping into her pussy and another grinding into her tight ass. While this is happening, more often than not, she has a third dick in her mouth and one in each hand. It's a game, she told me once--grinning--to see if she can make all of the men cum at once.
...And there's one more dick involved--mine. When I hear all of those men groan simultaneously, it's more than I can take. I see the cum squirting out of her ass and pussy. There's more dribbles down her chin. The dicks in her hands start shooting their load all over her tits and face. It usually takes me only two or three strokes to add my load to her cum soaked body.
Even though my wife enjoys being the guest of honor at a gang bang, she's prone to blushing and easily embarrassed in front of people she doesn't know. I looked closely as she displayed her magnificent body to the two strangers, and I could see my wife getting red.
So, it didn't surprise me when Heidi took over handling the cops. Making no move to cover herself, she took a few steps closer and stood in front of Gretchen. Then she looked up that the larger of the two policemen and smiled. "Yes, officer? Is there a problem?"
The other cop spoke first. "You ladies need to put on some clothes."
Heidi turned to him, planted her feet about two feet apart and put her hands on her hips. "Why, officer? You don't like what you see?"
The first cop answered. "We like it fine, ma'am, but we're here on business. ...There's been a complaint."
Gretchen grinned. "Well, you'd better some in so we can close the door. We don't want the whole neighborhood seeing us naked and filing complaints... do we?"
The cops moved into the foyer. Gretchen moved around them to shut the door. As she did, she was very careful to rub up against one of the cops. I saw him stare down at her. She saw it too, and reached up to play with a nipple.
Heidi pointed down the short hallway. "Officers? Why don't we go into the TV room." She licked her lips. "We can get comfortable while we talk about this complaint." I switched cameras on my console to monitor the TV room.
After they arrived, it was Gretchen's turn. "Who made this complaint? Some asshole who doesn't think two women should be eating each other? Probably a man. Some guys think women always need to have a dick in them to get off. ...Not true." She smiled and stroked Heidi's blond hair. "I get off with both men and women. Women, mostly. A lot of men haven't read the operating instructions on their equipment." For emphasis, she put one hand over her crotch and gave herself a few strokes.
"Ma'am, it was the parents out there in the park. They said you were having some sort of orgy by your pool. They say the kids were watching too. That makes this a more serious offense. If they press charges, you both could be doing time. ...And where's the guy? They said a man was involved."
