The Sheet Party

It was one of those wild, carefree nights in my early twenties — the kind that clings to your memory like perfume on skin. We were hosting what we called a sheet party. The only rule? A single white sheet, draped any way you liked… and nothing underneath.

The music was loud, laughter spilled into the hallway, and the air was thick with heat — not just from the bodies, but from the charged tension humming between them. People danced, flirted, whispered secrets under dim lights. It was all lighthearted… until the knock came at the door.

Two uniformed men stood there, stern but calm. Neighbors had complained about the noise. I, wrapped in my sheet and flushed from the warmth and wine, offered to go downstairs to talk things through.

The lift opened into the underground parking — dim, echoey, and deserted. But there was another police vehicle waiting below… with two more men standing by it.

The air shifted. In an exciting, anticipating, exciting way.

One of the officers stepped in closer. His voice was calm, but his gaze lingered — not in a threatening way, but with something more electric. Another stepped behind me, his hand brushing a loose strand of hair from my neck. I shivered. The air felt thicker now, buzzing with unspoken suggestion.

As I turned to speak, I felt the faintest touch at my waist — firm but slow — like someone testing boundaries they hoped I wanted them to cross. My breath hitched.

One step led to another. A whisper became a kiss, a touch became a tease. My sheet loosened in the airless silence of the garage, floating somewhere between surrender and invitation. The moment became a blur of sensation.

There was something wildly exhilarating about it all — the risk, the rawness, the primal connection. I didn’t feel fear. Only fire.

Hands went under the sheet, and officer 1 started fondling my breasts and gently squeezing my nipples. And then the sheet moved even more, and he was fondling my behind, his hand then moved to the front, and he penetrated me with his finger.

Officer 2 behind me turned me around to face him and started kissing my neck, nibbling on my earlobe, and then kissed me on the mouth. Officer 1 that was now behind me, slowly pulled me away from the officer that was fondling me and pushed me towards the bonnet of the car. It was steamingly rough but within limits. Officer 1 that had pushed me towards the bonnet turned me around and bent me forward, fondling my behind as he pushed my legs apart and before I knew it he was fully immersed inside me, penetrating me very hard. We were totally turned on and I climaxed very, very quickly. For me it was a huge turn on that there were three other officers watching. The officer climaxed shortly after me and he pulled me forward off the bonnet.

Officer 3 came up to me and pulled the sheet off of me completely. He guided me towards the back seat of the police car and opened the door, gently laid me on my back and lifted my one leg so that it was resting against the front seat headrest. He then penetrated me deeply. It was incredibly enjoyable.

While he was pounding me, Officer 4 opened the other door. My head was right up against the door he had just opened. He unzipped himself. And while I was being penetrated erotically hard by Officer 3 my mouth was filled with Officers 4 large penis. He pulled out of my mouth and climaxed all over my breasts.

Short while later, Officer 3 also pulled out of my vagina and climaxed all over my belly and vagina.

It was an incredibly exotic experience for me and I wouldn't hesitate to do it again.

When the night finally exhaled, and the silence settled once more, I walked back upstairs barefoot, sheet clutched in hand, heart still pounding with the thrill of what had just happened — a memory wrapped in white cotton and wild abandon.