Loud & Proud Orgasms

Do your neighbours know your name?

A news item made the rounds in Israel recently.  A couple was routed out of bed at 5:00 AM one day by four policemen (at least one of whom was a woman) who were responding to complaints of very loud noises stemming from enthusiastic and vocal sex.  One of the lady cops, apparently, was unamused when the woman said to her, "Well, don't you make noise during sex?"  So, I got to thinking, anyone have an amusing anecdote about being loud?   —Oxartes

I got a sweater for Christmas. What I really wanted was a screamer or a moaner. —Author Unknown

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From Dougg
The night of our wedding reception for our school friends was a wild one. We had all the left over refreshments from the old people's reception plus some 1970 style refreshments for the college age crowd.  I had to lock our bedroom door to keep it to ourselves.  All these kids wanted to engage in some hot off campus sex.  There was a nice bouncy and equally noisy bed in the front bedroom sitting right next to the wall in the insomniac's downstairs apartment to their bedroom.  It had French doors without any curtains yet.  With the noisy bed advertising what they were doing most of the people at the party ended up standing first at the windows and watching, then opening the French doors and standing all around the room. Somebody turned on the lights. They were cheering every good move or noisy response.   They responded with some very enthusiastic sex and silly things like bouncing his back clean off the bed while she sat up riding him; boy did that make a lot of noise.  The more they were cheered the more they showed off.  Boy did that set the mood, and the example. 

When they were at long last done, she asked "Who's next?"  And what do you know, some other couple took their place. In the end we were the only couple that hadn't given such a display so we joined in and did. Everybody watched intently and cheered our wedding night bedding.  It was awesome. The whole atmosphere was totally sex saturated and everybody's clothing came off when the first couple didn't get dressed afterwards. A good time was had by all and multiple good times for many. I have difficulty imagining what the insomniacs downstairs were imagining was going on with 6 hours of bed bouncing sounds and loud cheering and very glad they didn't call the police.  We had warned them that we were having the wedding party and would be up late.

From Doug
My lady and I have an RV site a nudist club. Sound proofing of those things is minimal.  And when the windows are open the sound of speaking can carry hundreds of yards.  The sounds of a loud orgasm can carry across almost the entire RV park and camp ground.  Saturday nights after a dance the sounds of orgasm are like crickets singing on a summer night. 

One Saturday night my lady and I were engaged in doing the 7 (or more according to some) stages of Taoist orgasm.  This can be quite reliably noisy for a couple of hours.  About an hour into her delightful orgasmic singing there began to be some cheering and other sounds I could hear at a distance, like a small party getting noisy.  I couldn't make out what anybody was saying and generally ignored it for the rest of the time, probably another 90 minutes, as we did a duet crescendo in the final parts.  The next day the guy at the nearest RV site to mine, about 150 feet through the woods, mentioned that he and about a dozen others had been having a patio party after the dance.  They were much entertained at our prolonged orgasmic show.  One guy called it the most "extraordinary orgasmic exhibition" he had ever heard.  It turns out that they had planned on it based on previous weeks.  We have acquired a certain reputation.

From Dan
I love loud sex; whether I'm the one having it or not.  I played the role of a bull for a couple into cuckold.  Occasionally, as the husband was leaving for work, I'd meet him at the door and take care of his wife while he was gone.  And, let me tell you, she was a noisy little thing.  So loud, in fact, that one of their neighbors stopped by their place once when the husband was home and informed him that she suspected that his wife was having an affair.  His only response was "I know."  After he told us, the wife and I made sure to make even MORE noise now that we knew that we had an audience listening in.

Another instance with loud sex harkens back to when I shared an apartment with a close friend.  While he was rather conservative, I always looked forward to when his girlfriend would spend the night.   Our bedrooms where right next to each other so that, whenever they would have sex, I could hear her loud and clear.  A soft voice full of need and desperation, she had the most beautiful and erotic sounding orgasms that, even to this day, I have ever heard.

From Tim
I regret that I am never going to know just exactly what my neighbor in Seattle was doing for his girlfriend on June 16, 2003 a little after 8 in the morning to make her scream like that. The couple lived one floor up and one apartment over, but I could hear them when they left their windows open as she was loud when she came, and she also would verbalize her joy.  I remember her one time saying "You make me come so much, you make me come so much" and then going into her orgasm.  She woke me up a few times, but I never complained.

That June morning, I realized I'd forgotten my wallet and was walking back down the stairs right below their apartment when I heard her moaning and panting, and then the moaning trailed off.  She then cut loose with an long, intense scream as she came, the scream picking up in intensity. I went back into my apartment and looked for my wallet, all the while tempted to just lie down and jack off as I was incredibly hard.  A couple of minutes later, just as I found my wallet, I heard her come again after that first incredible orgasm.  Sadly, I took off for work anyhow instead of claiming car trouble. I still want to know just what it was he was doing to please her like that, and try it out with a girlfriend.  Sadly, all my lovers have been entirely too quiet in bed.  I'm going to have to change that.

From Anonymous
I was home from college. About 20-years-old. It was early summer so I hadn't started my seasonal job yet. Anyway, I woke up one morning, house to myself (or so I thought) and incredibly horny -- not an unusual thing. I am uncircumcised, and my preferred method of masturbation is to grasp my penis between thumb and forefinger and instead of jerking it up and down, I thrust, as if the hand is a vagina or ass. This produces, for me, incredible sensations, and if I am willing to let go and really enjoy it, some loud moaning, too.

Well, like I say, that morning I didn't think I had any reason to stay quiet and I didn't. I was wailing away on my dick and crying out in unbridled pleasure when suddenly I heard my half-open door creak. I swung my head around and saw a guy. I jumped off the bed, pulled a sheet around my naked body and yelled, what the...??? He apologized profusely, said he was repairing the dishwasher, but thought somebody was in pain in the house. We both looked at each other for a second and then each burst out laughing. Then he said, "Carry on" and went downstairs.

For some reason, the idea that he was down there and could here me on the verge of orgasm ignited something wild in me. I dropped the sheet, grabbed my penis and finished myself off -- with lots of "oh yeahs, and here it comes, here it comes" I shot a massive load. And, of course, five seconds after ejaculating I felt like a disgusting dirt bag. I stayed in my room until the repair guy left. From then on, I hoped my parent's dishwasher never broke again while I was there. 

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