Note: This is an introduction to a group of people who have found a very friendly way to live. They have traveled many different roads to arrive at this point in their lives. If there is enough response, I have written about some of those past routes. However, since some of them take place quite a bit earlier in the protagonist's lives, they would not be suitable for Literotica. If you want to read them write to me and I'll tell you where you can find those. My intention is to make each story stand alone but lead each of the friends to the point at which we meet them here. Some of the past is mentioned here. Let me know what you think.
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My face was buried between the thighs of Cheryl Findley. Her shaven labia (and, consequently, my face) were coated with my saliva, her juices, and the semen of my neighbor, Bob. The taste was exquisite. When I felt the hand on my shoulder I ignored it at first.
Then the hand squeezed harder and a voice came from behind me. "May I cut in?" I lifted my head and turned to find my brother in law, Harry, smiling down at me.
"Which of us would you like to join?" I asked, "Cheryl or me?"
"Well, I was kind of hoping you would both stick around," Harry said, taking the hand I extended to him. Cheryl reached up as well and captured his erection in her hand, pulling him to the mattress beside us. On his knees, Harry's prick was at the perfect height for Cheryl to suck him when she sat up, which she proceeded to do. I watched for a few seconds. I stroked Harry's hairy ass and letting my fingers slide between its fleshy halves.
I let my gaze wander. There were twelve of us. As my hand continued to probe between Harry's cheeks my eye found my wife, Gilda. She was busy with Fred and Hank, handling one at each end. Hank, Cheryl's husband, was just reaching his climax in my wife's mouth. Fred had his cock balls deep inside her juicy pussy.
In various other combinations, our six other friends and relatives were similarly enjoying themselves around the basement rec room of our hosts, Bob and Penny Wilson. Their kids had been farmed out to the grandparents for the night and the house was ours.
Our block "meetings" had turned into orgies over a period of three years. Gilda and I had moved here at the recommendation of her brother, Harry. The neighborhood was an upper middle class suburb of Portland, Oregon. We visited, decided we liked it, and ended up buying the house between Hank and Cheryl Findley and that of the Burbach's, Harry and Samantha -- Sam for short.
(Originally, we started getting together with property owners from other parts of the neighborhood to mount a protest against putting a mall just down the road. We hired an attorney and filed a class action suit to block construction. We successfully demonstrated how, in similar situations, property values had declined when such an operation came into the area. The plans for the mall moved elsewhere.)
After the hearing we had a huge victory party. A couple of weeks later, Gilda and I invited just the people on our block and those from across the street to a barbecue at our house. About once a month after that we took turns being the host. When the barbecues got boring we switched to "ethnic dinners". Mindy Coombs called Gilda one day to explain her idea.
"I decided on Mexican for this first one," she said. "After dinner, we'll have two drawings. The first one will be for the type of food for the next dinner. The second will be to see who gets to be the host the next time. My ex-husband and I were in a group like this one, years ago. It's really fun!" Over the next year or so we had Chinese, German, Italian, Thai, Indian and even good old American.
After a while that got kind of old, though. Then we took up games. Canasta, Poker, Bridge and Gin Rummy all trotted by. One night we all got pretty trashed and played strip poker. I guess that was really what started things in the direction we finally took, though there was no overt sex that night. From conversations with the other guys later I learned that everybody else got just as hot as Gilda and I had that night. We'd gone home around 11:00 and fucked our brains out until 2AM.
Board games came next. Scrabble and Monopoly tourneys were fun for a while. Then one night we were all at Bob and Penny's house again. Bob suggested strip poker again. The women pretended to be reluctant but they played anyway. Once we were almost all naked, Bob brought out a little different kind of game. I don't recall the name of it but it was something like a combination of Trivial Pursuit and the old favorite, Truth or Dare.
There were cards, and a pair of dice. The game, designed for two players, called for alternating turns. A player rolled the dice. Even numbers meant drawing from the "truth" deck; odd numbers meant the "dare" cards. Well, Bob modified the game. Each player was assigned a number (twelve people, twelve possible rolls…hmm…) and the dice were rolled. The person with that number drew a card from either deck, read it aloud and then had to do whatever it said with or to his/her partner. If it was a truth card, well, you get the idea.
It turned out to be an interesting night. We had all been close friends for a long time by then. With pool parties and shore excursions we had all become used to being nearly naked with each other. After the two strip poker games and real nudity, there were no surprises there. The game that night went beyond mere nudity, however.
Bob suggested we sit across the circle from our partner. Everybody rolled one of the dice to see who went first. The lowest numbers rolled again until it was down to two. The loser of that round went first, took the turn and then rolled the dice to see who was next. My sister Lisa ended up going first.
She drew a Truth card. "When and where did you lose your virginity?" she read. She smirked with obvious relief. "Whew! Ahem…I lost my virginity at the age of fifteen to Billy Simmons in the playhouse in our back yard." She replaced the card on the bottom of the pile.
