Pool Party (piss)

"Hold on, hold on, save it for the party", Eliza tells me dancing away as I try to get my cock into her cunt before she can open our front door, "We'll be there in like two minutes so you should be polite and have a full load ready for the hostess". Which is frustrating, as it's her fault we're late for the Olson's neighborhood pool party in the first place. She was upstairs trying on all of her bikini tops for an eternity, then she had to put in half a dozen butt plugs to see if they complimented her outfit. Her final attire of a classic silver triangle top, silver accessories, and stainless steel plug styled like a fish tail was a fantastic look on her pale athletic build, legs flexing on tall cork wedges, none of which made it easier to cope with the fact that I'd been edging for the last half hour watching her fashion show . "Fine, fine, I'll wait, thank god it's close." I groan, giving up and walking outside with my leaking hardon standing tall in the sun.

Arriving at their front door just a few houses down, we find a note on the glass outer door that reads "Cum On In!" in some cheesy computer paint program, with a pair of generic office store clip art cocks shooting an arch of jizz over the lettering. I lead the way inside their palatial McMansion home. To our right is the main living room, where Hailey Olson, the youngest of the Olson daughters, is laying on the leather couch, skinny legs in the air while their next door neighbor David is plowing her teen pussy ferociously. She's playing on her phone, willfully indifferent to the 40-year-old cock that is using her just-now-a-womanhood. I stop and greet my acquaintance, "Hey Dave, looks like the party's already started, where's Nina?" politely inquiring after his wife. He stops for a breather, fully embedded in the girl, "She went ahead to the backyard when she saw I was going to last a while here", he says proudly, though winded. Eliza tugs me onward with a firm hand on my erection. "Cool, I'll see you out there," I say as Dave restarts his teen fucking.

We pass the Olsons' pool table on our way back to the kitchen. A thick-bottomed late-30s woman I don't recognize is lining up a tough shot while the Olson's oldest, Tim, is coaching her but also keeping a flirty hand on her butt, two fingers deep in her leaking cunt. Her heavy tits dangle over the table, nipples almost dragging the velvet as Tim points out various shot opportunities. Their opponents, the Donovans, a married pair from our end of the street, are passing the time during these slow teaching turns with Ms. Daniels holding herself up on the wall-mounted cue rack while her husband works what looks to be about six inches of the blunt end of a pool cue into her rectum as she she grinds a bright blue vibe between her legs. When Tim's student makes her shot and starts lining up another, Mr. Daniels takes the opportunity to happily work another three inches of literal wood into his shuddering wife.

Finally, we make it to the cavernous kitchen area where, in front of the mesa-sized island, Emily Olson is politely asking a neighbor boy how his classes are going while giving him a casual underhand tug job and receiving a vigorous tit groping in return. Upon seeing us she squeals our names and places the boy's hand on his own dick so she can rush over to give Eliza a friendly tonsil-tickling tongue kiss. Watching tan, blonde Emily mash her spectacular melons against my wife, I can't help but start stroking myself while they make out. Emily must catch my hand working out of the corner of her eye, because she lets Eliza go and promptly drops to her knees in front of me. She palms my swollen testicles with one hand and gives my prick a professional lick, "It's sweet of you to bring a gift," she looking at Eliza to include both of us, "Plenty of the guys showed up empty-sacked and smelling like they only pulled out of their plus-one in my driveway." Emily proceeds to take my cock fully into her mouth and start a more than pleasant throat fucking, giving my tender balls delicate strokes with her fingertips. It feels like only moments in her mouth before I'm on the verge of exploding. Sensing this, Emily clamps two fingers hard on the base of my shaft, and pulls her lips away from my now painful cock. "There, there, hold on. Let's go out back. I promise you'll get to blow in just a moment." She stands and heads for the backyard door, pulling me gently by the nuts.

We step onto a large covered patio attached to the house. Before us is the Olsons' magnificent pool and backyard, the area nearly filled with our collective neighbors. Dozens of people of all ages are fucking, sucking, and groping each other in the water, on the edge of the pool, on the folding sun chairs, under shady umbrellas, in the grass, everywhere one could look. Before we can get too distracted, Emily is pulling us over to some picnic tables of refreshments near us. "We've got blenders, ice, and liquor here to make smoothies for all the girls; they go fast so please contribute as many loads as you can." Eliza lights up at the sight of the three blenders on the table and immediately grabs the first, full pitcher from it's base. It's filled to the lip with a creamy white blend of cum and crushed ice apparently just mixed after a party guest topped it off. She fills one of the adjacent clear plastic dixie cups halfway and takes a hungry swig of the milky beverage, "Oooh, frozen jizz margarita - this is so nice, Emily!"

Emily has stepped behind me and started jerking my cock with a firm hand. Once Eliza's attention returns, Emily points to a half-full blender, the cum-coated ice still in cubes. Eliza grabs the pitcher and squats down in front of me, holding the glass sperm catcher in front of my jerking dick. Her open, smiling mouth dances just at the tip of my reach, occasionally darting forward to catch my cockhead in her lips or take a quick lick. My balls boil over in short order and Eliza carefully catches the immense load of semen that erupts from me in the pitcher, filling it considerably higher than before as my seed falls over the piled ice. "Maybe one more big one before it's ready," Eliza says thoughtfully as she returns the pitcher to the table.

"Now you're really at the party!" Emily claps her hands in front of us, "First, please don't come in the pool, it's bad for the pumps - unload in asses or mouths, not vaginas, while in the water." She walks us around to the other end of the picnic table and indicates an array of dozens of vibrators, dildos, and butt plugs spread out on towels there, "These are for everyone to share, feel free to use as many as you want, just try to remember to take them out and leave them before you go." Eliza spots a expensive model she's had on her public wishlist and snatches it up, holding it possessively with a wild, delighted expression. I pull out a medium size steel plug and hold it out to Emily "Would you mind?" The gracious hostess smothers the plug in lube from the family-size jug on the table and smoothly pops the tapered end into my ass for me. I can feel the weight rest pleasingly against my prostate.

"Last but not least," Emily says, rotating in place to point us all at the corner of the patio where two of those 5-gallon orange water coolers with pour spouts are resting, raised off the ground six inches on cinder blocks. They each have a sheet of white paper taped on the front, one printed with a pink female figure, the other with a blue male figure. Neither vessel has a lid on it. A cute brunette girl likely barely past her teens walks up as we're looking and sits, legs dangling off the edges of the pink-labeled cooler. "Here are the restrooms," Emily says with a grin, "number one only, obviously. Take anything else inside, just to the right of the kitchen." She waves us to enjoy the party and leaves to play hostess, departing with a grope of both our asses.

Having recently had my erection serviced, I could really use a piss, so I walk up to the men's cooler and point my hanging member over the lip at the yellow pile of ice sticking out of the bright surface halfway below the rim. As I release a stream of faint piss into the container, I watch the peeing girl empty her bladder into her own communal toilet-slash-beverage-dispenser. She had politely made sure to face me in particular as I was nearest, keeping her legs spread over the tub's edges so that I could enjoy watching the bright yellow urine fall from her petite, crinkled inner folds. Finishing her pee before me, she moves to squat at the cooler I'm presently filling and pours herself a cupful of cold piss, locking eyes with me as she sips it, before returning to the edge of the pool and her friends. Eliza looks indecisively at both coolers, biting her lip, unsure of which she wants to tap before realizing she's still got plenty of cum smoothie left in her cup. I fill a cup of my own off the pink tap before we leave to find seating.

After leaving the patio, we walk down the edge of the pool area enjoying the general merriment you'd see at any pool party. Two girls are sitting on the pool's edge together, dangling legs in the water while getting head from partners standing at just the right depth, one of whom is a girl getting fucked from behind below the waterline by an older man. On the opposite side of the pool, our friend Eric is in the water splashing playfully at his wife, Gina, who's sitting on the edge. As is typical for her, she's in full makeup and hairstyling and clearly is not going to be ruining it by getting in, so she answers his splashes by spreading her pussy with two fingers and giving the man a quick, precise blast of piss to his open-mouthed face. In the middle of the pool, two couples are fucking side by side on a large floating air mattress. One is an elegant-looking older woman with smooth skin but sagging breasts riding a buff young blonde man, while the other is her husband, a grey-chested older gentleman who I recognize. He's being ridden in turn by a thin brunette with short hair plastered back wet. Both women are using vibrators on their clits while watching the two men make out. Suddenly I recall meeting them all at last year's party - the younger half of each pair are are the step-children of the older half from their previous marriages. It's nice to see people really bond with their new family like that.

We stop at a pair of unclaimed chairs towards the far end of the pool and lay our towels out. Eliza sets the chair flat and immediately starts playing with her new toy, it's cupped head firmly locked onto her clit. I sit on the edge of my chair and push two fingers into her to help her get off while I'm still in my refractory period for another couple of minutes. Moments later, she lets out a loud moan that echoes around the pool area drawing a small dispersed audience as she orgasms convulsively, crushing my buried fingers. After a moment of afterglow relaxation, she sits up and finishes off her cream smoothie before lying face down to enjoy the sun. With my wife happily relaxing next to me, I recline and take in the scenery and work my cock slowly back to hardness with one hand while I sip my girl punch.

Before long, two girls walk past me talking when one of them notices my fully erect cock going unused. I know it's Morgan, the Olson's middle daughter, but I don't think she even recognizes me as she pulls her friend over to my seat. She sit down on my lap, facing away from me, taking my cock down to the balls in one long, smooth drop. Her friend sits on the end of my chair, still keeping their conversation running while Morgan rocks firmly back and forth, rubbing my glans against her cervix. Despite her youth, Morgan's cunt isn't particularly tight, but you can't always have perfection and she's doing all the work, so I happily stay hands off and just enjoy the ride and my beverage at the same time, the rocking motion working pleasingly against the plug lodged in my ass.

Morgan eventually gets herself off on my cock with a little fingering help from her friend. During her quiet climax I can feel her loose hole raining her fluids over my balls, dripping onto the concrete below the chair. I'm still a good ways off from my next peak, so I politely refuse Morgan's attempt to go down on my raging cock and her friend takes the chance to drag Morgan away towards the toilet coolers, holding her crotch with one hand and fidgeting to make it clear she needs to pee badly. Once they're out of my way, I turn to use Eliza to finish up only to find that Erik is settled down behind my wife on her chair, cock pressed into her suncreen-oiled asscrack. Her beautiful fishtail butt plug is already resting in the hollow of her spine, rocking slightly side to side in a smear of lube as Erik stuffs his long, skinny cock into her anus one inch at a time. Eliza just gives a contented sigh and pushes her hips back at him. I give Eric a friendly slap on the back as I get up to find a hole of my own.

As I make a slow lap around the pool, I pass several friends and neighbors performing the full range of sex acts on and off the plentiful lounge chairs. When I'm nearly back to the house, I see my coworker Alice getting getting drilled missionary style with her legs wrapped around her elderly neighbor, Robert. The adjacent chair is open so I sit down and exchange pleasantries with her while the fit old man puts on a good show slamming his white-haired bush against Alice's hairless, tan vulva. Between the surprisingly hard thrusts she's taking and my eyes on her plentiful, swaying tits the conversation doesn't have much substance, but we're always caught up with each other from our carpools anyway.

Eventually Robert slams his last few strokes out and dumps his load into Alice's patient vagina. She keeps her hips locked in place to contain his seed as he gets up and drops his cock into her mouth for cleaning. Seeing an opportunity to help a friend, I walk the few yards over to the refreshment table and grab the currently-filling smoothie pitcher. When I return I hear Robert say "Thank you, young lady" as he pulls his soft, wizened cock from her mouth, shining with her spit and walks off towards where his wife is busy sucking off a pair of college roommates that split rent on a house in the neighborhood. As fun as this party is, I can't understand why they wouldn't prefer dorm life.

Alice sees the pitcher and thanks me warmly. With my helping hand we get her scooted to the chair's edge where she can sit up and drain her dripping hole into the pitcher resting on the concrete. "I'm thirsty - would you be able to give me a drink while I'm stuck here?" Alice says sweetly as jizz oozes from her cunt. "And skip the line at the punch bowl?" I tease as I stand up next to her. While she's sitting, her head is at a good height to clamp her lips just over the head of my semi-rigid prick. With a small effort to relax, I slowly release a stream of piss into Alice's waiting mouth. Her tongue rolls around, savoring, as the fluid rolls over it. This activity turns into outright licking and I'm fully rock hard again shortly thereafter. With a full erection, I can't resist pushing forward until my prickhead is partway down Alice's welcoming throat, still urinating, pouring my waste straight into her guts. Alice pulls me against her with a hand on my ass and swallows greedily until my bladder is empty.

After I withdraw from her esophagus, Alice wipes her mouth and stands up with the visibly fuller pitcher. "Rob's sweet, but I could use a lot more cock, preferably something more of my generation" she says, looking very directly at my angry boner, "Why don't we slip into the pool after I put this back?" I walk with her over to the refreshments table and blatantly look the other way when she takes a big sip of the raw cum inside directly from the glass rim before setting it down. She licks the excess off her lips while sharing a conspiratorial smile with me, then she grabs my hand and tugs me to the edge of the pool where she promptly shoves me in without warning. My fall accidentally splashes a woman heatedly masturbating on an inner tube nearby, which actually seems to give her a little something extra to work with, from the way she opens her eyes and stares into me as her body convulses, pussy wrapped tight around the tube's built-in dildo.

Alice slides down into the water behind me, pressing her large breasts against my back as she reaches around to check that my dick is still ready to serve her. With a tug on my hardon, she spins me around and pulls me to the edge of the pool. Resting her upper body on the tile lip of the basin she pushes her ass out towards me underwater. I recall the pool rules recently explained to me by the hostess and, happy to respect those wishes, I **** myself into Alice's tight asshole, quickly bottoming out with my cockhead deep in her abyss as she starts to rub her clit with a diving hand. Not long later, as I'm still methodically pumping full-length strokes into my colleague's colon, my wife sits down on the water's edge near Alice's head, dangling her own thin, pale legs into the water while she watches me assfuck this voluptuous, tan woman between us.

Eliza puts her hand on Alice's back and runs her fingertips lightly between the shoulder blades while she lifts a fresh cup of colorful piss to her lips and watches me work up to my long-overdue orgasm as she enjoys the festive atmosphere. Once Alice's own climax begins, I use her spasming anal sphincter to jerk myself off the final inch and start pumping jet after massive jet of my semen into the warm rectum enclosing me, all while looking deep into my wife's smiling eyes. My balls feel well and truly empty when Alice squeezes my softening cock from her ass with a firm push of her internal muscles. She doesn't lose a drop of my jizz in or out of the pool as she climbs up the ladder and goes to add my deposit to the common refreshments.

In my afterglow, it must have been a few minutes that I had been watching a trio of women chatting while trying out most of the loaner toys on the common table when a small golden splash hits me on the cheek. I turn to see my wife trying to hide a smirk in her cup, hand quickly withdrawing from her labia. With deadpan nonchalance she says, "Great party, right?"