I had only moved next door four months ago, but in an effort to fit in, I had hosted a get acquainted barbeque. Since the house I had bought came with both a heated full size pool and a hot tub, most of the guests either arrived in swim wear or had run home to change after we ate. The few reluctant ones had joked about how even the hot tub couldn't make them swim in January, no matter how mild the Southwest might be. Mandy and her husband, Charlie, a short chubby bespectacled accountant, had silently sat off in a corner, each nursing a single glass of wine for hours.
They had left before the real fun had started. If I was worried about fitting in with the neighbours -- a mature (some might say middle aged) single woman in a family enclave - my fears were misplaced. Even better, I quickly learned that more than a few of the straight looking Bible Belt types living on Zephyr Court had kinks compatible with my own.
Mandy and Charlie were not the first to leave -- a few young marrieds with kids left early, amidst lots of jokes about who might do what to the babysitters - so it must have been about 11:00 o'clock or so that they politely thanked me for the invitation and plodded down the side path towards the street. Unlike livelier guests, neither gave me a hug or a peck on the cheek before turning away. Apparently this was normal behaviour for Mandy and Charlie, because they were still rounding the corner of the house when a gorgeous airline pilot from down the block named Brett, who like most guests, was wearing only a swim suit, said "Well, there go the prune suckers. Maybe now we can get this party started."
The dozen or so guests left -- mostly couples, but a few singles like me - all laughed knowingly. What happened next had dispelled my concerns about the moral majority policing the block parties. As soon a Brett slugged back his bourbon, still rattling the ice cubes, a lithe black fellow -- I didn't know his name then, but since learned he is Nat - a dancer by calling - leaned over, took Brett's glass, slurped a cube of ice onto his mouth, and ran his cold tongue around Brett's exposed nipple. Brett shivered, though the air was not cool, and ran his fingers through Nat's hair.
Nat suddenly straightened up, though and looked over to Brett's housemate, Casey, and said, "Sorry, love, am I presuming into your property?"
"No, Nat," replied Casey, "no chains on Brett. He flies away so often, I just assume he'll do whatever turns him on...and you seem to be doing that right now."
My jaw might have dropped at the realization that Casey and Brett were lovers , not just roomies, but that did not prevent my eyes from grasping Casey's innuendo and checking out the impressive throbbing bulge in Brett's trunks. My image of Zephyr Court as staid was shattered further as Nat deftly slid a hand into Brett's trunks and fell to his knees, right there beside my pool, in front of all my guests. In one smooth motion, he dropped his open jaw down over Brett's erect cock without touching the shiny tight outer sheath of skin, locking his lips around the base. I still recall thinking how impressive a feat this was, as Brett had a cock which was not only long, but fat.
Gay sex though was not going to do me much good. The next thought that occurred to me was that this oral exhibitionism -- Nat was proceeding to piston his head up and down, drawing back to almost release Brett, then plunging to swallow the shaft - might drive the hetros, especially the couples, away.
No worry -- within a few beats, a cute older bleach blonde that I later placed as Jo, the house guest of my immediate neighbours, the Archers, slid up next to Casey and smoothed his curly red mop of hair, saying, "Since your boyfriend is busy, maybe you'd like some experienced female companionship, or are you strictly a man's man?"
Casey shifted slightly, glancing down at Jo's tiny white exposed breasts -- she had been topless in the hot tub already, and without a word lowered his mouth to the aroused oversized reddish brown tip of her right tit. Jo's hand trailed slowly down his body, caressing his cheek, his chin, and rubbing his shaved chest before dipping into his swim trunks. She extracted another fine looking cock. It was so full and juicy that I thought to myself 'How nice that such a fine specimen isn't wasted only on guys.'
My attention had been focussed on the 'older woman' scene briefly, and when I glanced around, always the good hostess checking on my guests, I saw that most of the others were watching Jo lower her mouth over the swollen head of Casey's tool as well. A few however, were either staring, or warily peeking, at Nat massaging Brett's heavy balls as Brett's hips flexed up off his perch to drive his length to the back of his new lover's throat in an increasingly intense tempo.
My contemplation of which cock looked like a better fit for either my hungry mouth or my aching pussy ended quickly with the realization that I likely could have both -- perhaps even at the same time. I was starting to like my new neighbourhood. As that thought brought a grin to my face, I noticed that Neal, the newlywed from across the road, had slid his arm around his wife, Paula, and popped her tit out of her bikini top. These youngsters were barely in their twenties, a matched set of freckled redheads who looked like they should still be in high school. Her breast had the strength of youth, standing firm without support as her husband tweaked the nipple, alternately rubbing the flesh and then tugging the nub away from her body, a little harder and further with each repetition.
Paula seemed oblivious to her husband's attention though, staring instead at the sexual exhibitionism occurring just a few feet from her. Her stare shifted from the tableau of Nat teabagging Brett over to Jo nibbling the tender tip of Casey's cock. Without looking down, she acknowledged Neal by snaking her left hand into his trunks and extracting his cock. Unlike the other two on display, Neal was not overly endowed.
"Maybe she's never seen one bigger than her husband's -- if he's not careful, she'll end up becoming a size queen and he'll have to find new fuck buddies while his wife gets impregnated by some of the neighbourhood big boys," a voice said into my left ear.
I turned my head, regretting even a moment not watching the orgy unfold. The sound belonged to Anna, the eighteen year old daughter of the couple that Jo was visiting. Anna was a classic blonde, who would have fit better on a beach in Florida or California then in the Bible Belt. Her generous young tits strained inside a bikini top which consisted of two triangles just larger than her nipples and a few strings. As I looked, I noticed that she had brushed her teeny thong aside and was quietly fingering her well shaved pubes. My jaw dropped even further at this, given that her parents were only a yard away. One look however showed me that they were also entranced by the poolside sex, so Anna's masturbation was not bothering them.
"Don't look so shocked," Anna continued. "Brett has serviced half the wives on the block. He would have been my first, except he was too busy being sucked of by Casey, so I used Casey's cock like a big fleshy dildo to break my hymen. I was so wet that it hardly even hurt. A girl could not have asked for a better eighteenth birthday. I was so glad Mom had put me on the pill a few weeks beforehand. I wondered at the time, because the orgy was a surprise present. Overall I must have sucked or fucked about fifteen guys by the time I was done. The party continued the next day of course."
Her hand -- the one not in her pussy, brushed against her right nipple and then gently grazed my side, ending up cupping my left tit. "I also played games with just as many of the women," Anna breathed into my ear. The combination of her casual sensuous touch and her warm words sent shivers through my spine. My pussy was already moist, but now it was dampening my bikini bottom. Sapphic loving was just one of my milder kinks, but it had been years since I had even dreamed of eating a fine young vixen like Anna Archer. I did not care that her youth was tarnished by her apparent lust for fucking. Well used or not, she would still have that sweet zest. Perhaps her experience would even enhance the thrill. I suddenly realized that my own right hand had dropped to my thigh and my finger tips were easing the fabric away to allow access to my soaked pussy.
