Joe and Jennifer were a married couple in their mid-thirties. He was of medium height and brown-haired, while she was short and dark. They kept themselves in shape, and they delighted in each other's body when they had sex. She enjoyed his strong, muscular form, while he was turned on by her compact, curvy figure, her round breasts, firm tummy, and swelling buns.
Jennifer and Joe lived in an apartment in the city, consisting of a living room, bedroom, kitchen, and bath. She worked for a travel agency, and he was employed by a bank. They had a circle of friends and plenty to do with their leisure time, and they were happy.
But then something happened that changed their lives for good!
And here's how they also came to Orgy Town.
One Saturday morning, Joe was out jogging in the park. It was spring, and he was wearing shorts and a tank top, glorying in the warm sunshine on his bare shoulders. He rounded a bend, and came up upon a very tall, blonde young woman who was dressed much like he was.
On her, though, it looked a hell of a lot better! She had shoulder-length hair that waved in the breeze, hard buns whose edges were revealed by her shorts, and long, delicious legs. And when he passed her and looked back, he saw a heartbreakingly lovely face, as well as high, pointed breasts outlined against her top.
Joe didn't know what made him do it, since he was a happily married man. Maybe it was the romantic spring air, or the fact that this woman was the exact opposite of his short, dark wife. Whatever the reason, he slowed up and let her come alongside him. Then he made conversation as they jogged, and she didn't tell him to buzz off.
Her name was Bree, and she actually was a fashion model, just as she appeared. When they finished their run, she agreed to stop at an outdoor cafe with him for a cool drink. As they sat at a little table, Joe drank in her beauty, especially that of her long, bare legs. He could imagine what those legs led to, and he found himself getting very hard.
Then their eyes met, full of an unmistakable meaning.
"I'm married," he confessed.
"I know," Bree laughed musically.
"How?" he asked.
"Well, you're wearing a wedding ring!" she replied.
"How silly of me," he said, almost blushing.
But she didn't mind his blunder at all, just as she didn't seem to mind his having a wife. She must have been used to men being driven to distraction by her beauty.
And Joe himself recovered. He decided it was a stroke of good fortune for him to be here with this tall blonde goddess, and one he had to act upon, married or not. A man might go through his whole life without having a fashion model interested in him!
They could have made a date to meet again, if they'd wanted to think things over. But this promised to be casual sex at its best, so they just went with the flow. In short, he found himself in her loft apartment twenty minutes later, all ready for a fantastic affair.
Bree leaned back against a pillar, and he went to his knees before her. He really did worship her body, and that was the fitting position in which to do so. Tentatively, then with more assurance, he stroked her long, smooth legs, gazing reverentially upward. She smiled down at him and ruffled his brown hair with her delicate fingers.
"Oooh, Joe!" she sighed. "That feels good."
Growing ever bolder, he took hold of her jogging shorts and pulled them down. She was wearing a black thong underneath, and it excited him greatly. He reached around and cupped her smooth, firm buns, which the thong left bare. He still could hardly believe it was going this far.
"Oooh, yes," Bree purred from above him. "Give me some more!"
So he moved his hands back around in front, and massaged her warming mound. Then, summoning all his courage, he pulled down the thong. And there were her soft yellow muff and her moist pink labia, just as beautiful as the rest of her. He was really that close to the goal!
"Wake me. I'm dreaming," Joe heard himself mumble.
"What's that?" his blonde goddess asked.
"Oh, nothing," he laughed. "Just let me do you the way you deserve!"
There was no turning back now, even if he'd wanted to. Nor did he think for an instant about his Jennifer, his wife. Taking hold of Bree's tight buns again, he pulled her delicious pussy to his lips. Then, as she hunched down a bit, spread her legs, and gave a delighted shudder, he dove on in.
He ate her like a man inspired, using everything he'd ever learned about oral sex. Moving his fingers around and opening her up like a fresh, dewy rose, he traced with his tongue every tender pink fold. Then he settled on her joy button, flicking it rapidly with his tongue tip.
"Oooh," she gasped, pushing her womanhood at him and clutching his hair, now. "Oooh!"
He kept on eating her, until she was panting and heaving and her juices were flowing into his mouth. She tasted wonderful, as he might have expected. He was in an oral paradise all his own. Especially with someone like her, it was as good to give as to receive!
"Oooh, Joe!" she shrieked, moving more and more urgently. "You're making me come!"
He licked faster and faster, until she did come, indeed. Her pussy suddenly spasmed tangibly against his lips, and her whole beautiful body went wild, then relaxed into bliss. Her knees buckled, and he had to help hold her up against the pillar.
"Oooh, yes!" she sighed, her voice quavering. "Yes. Yes. Yessss!"
Now Bree did slide down to the floor, where they embraced happily. He had made an exclusive fashion model come, and he was full of male pride. He would remember this moment until his dying day.
But that wasn't to be all of it. Wonder of wonders, she also wanted to please him! So she had him stand up, and she pulled down his shorts just as he'd done to hers.
Joe could scarcely believe the next few minutes. His rock-hard manhood sprang out and upward, and she took it in her lovely hands. Tossing her blonde hair out of the way, she put her heart-shaped mouth on its tip. Her wide blue eyes gazed frankly up at him.
"You don't have to do that," he told her, feeling amazed that his cock was being addressed by such a beautiful face as hers.
"Oh, yes, I do!" she laughed. "Bree-likes to suck. And Bree wants to do yours, now!"
For a fashion model, she certainly wasn't stuck-up! He guessed she was a nympho, too, and had had many such casual male partners. But he didn't care about them. He shut his eyes, threw back his head, and simply enjoyed his own colossal luck.
Her sensuous lips worked the head of his member for a while, sending jolts of sexual electricity through him. Then she took as much of his length as she could into his mouth, and began bobbing her head in rhythm.
He'd often exchanged oral pleasure with his wife, Jennifer, but this woman seemed to be from another planet. She was so expressive that she affected not only his body, but also his heart and soul. Maybe it was because her extreme beauty made everything she did that much better. In any event, he was in heaven.
"Ohhh, damn, that's good!" he sighed deeply. "Ohhh. Ohhh!"
"Mmmmmm," was her only reply, as she continued her motion and her suction. "Mmmmmm!"
He went higher and higher, his head throbbing and his body stiffening. It was as if he were climbing one of the tall buildings he could see through the windows of her city loft, as a magnificent pressure built at the base of his member. Every inch of him was sensitized to pleasure, and he knew he was about to let go.
Then he came, with probably the strongest release of his life. He could remember only one or two like it with Jennifer, years before. If he'd been sensitized, now he was driven absolutely crazy. And if he'd been climbing a skyscraper, now he was soaring off into space!
"Ohhh, yeah!" Joe shouted. "Ohhh, damn, this is too much!"
"Go for it, lover!" Bree laughed, releasing him an instant before he shot.
And, still as if in homage to her, he pumped a large quantity of his stuff toward, but not touching, her beautiful self.
He sank to the floor again. There they were, bottomless in their tank tops, two sudden lovers on a romantic spring day. They had fulfilled each other, but there was an even deeper thing to be done.
So she shucked off her top, showing him her breasts for the first time. She shook them happily, looking delighted by his even more delighted reaction. Of course, they were just as perfect as the rest of her, high and pointed, with hard pink nipples.
As a model, she was uninhibited, and she seemed to love her body as much as he did. That wasn't narcissistic, he reflected, because if you didn't love yourself, then who would? For his part, he found it to be a real turn-on.
"Do you like them?" she inquired, glancing down at her twin beauties and shaking them again.
But he didn't answer. Instead, he nuzzled each breast, sucking at the nipple with his eager lips.
He took off his top, too, and they got up and walked across the room to her bed. It was very bright in the loft, but they wouldn't have wanted it otherwise. He, especially, wanted to see every inch of her marvelous, naked body.
Bree lay back, her arms over her blonde head and her long legs parted. She made an incredible picture there, and Joe paused for a moment, fixing her in his mind. Her upstanding breasts, her flat tummy, and especially her soft yellow muff were ideal, and he doubted he'd ever view her like again. Maybe he'd see someone who was her equal in a photograph or a movie, but he'd surely never get the opportunity to have sex with her!
But she brought him back to the present.
"Fuck me, now," she said forthrightly, stretching out her graceful arms to him and spreading her satiny thighs farther. "Fuck me!"
And so he did!
Joe got over her, and went into her with a positive passion. Despite having come when she'd sucked him, he was very big and hard again. He had put on a condom she'd given him, but he was fully sensitive, too.
In that state, he could feel every silky inch of her tight, hot pussy. At the risk of overdoing the point in his mind, he decided that her inside was every bit as beautiful as her exterior, if not more so. As he held himself on his elbows and thrust slowly but strongly, he was even more in heaven than he'd been before.
"Ohhh, yeah!" he sighed again. "Ohhh, this is fucking unbelievable!"
"Believe it," she breathed sweetly in his ear. "And you sure are fucking!"
Now he didn't know what to do. He wanted to make it last forever, since it would probably be just this once. At the same time, though, he was so aroused that he felt like coming instantly. But he was able to hold off. And being on that edge made his pleasure even more intense!
It pleased Bree, too.
"Oooh, yes!" she panted, moving sinuously under him and meeting his thrusts. "I like a man who takes his time!"
"I'll take all the time you want, beauty," he laughed, feeling proud to be satisfying this world-class woman. "All the time you need!"
Indeed, he was again paying homage to her by doing it in that position. But she had other ideas. Motioning him off her and onto his back, she proceeded to pay him an even greater compliment by fucking him.
Straddling him with her long, shapely legs, Bree lowered her marvelous pussy down onto his upright rod. She appeared glad to be taking him, even though he still thought himself not quite worthy. But her doing so, in turn, made him feel more like a man than he ever had.
Now he could also see more of her model's body. Her bouncing breasts as she moved on him, her flat tummy as she tensed it, and her yellow muff meeting him were almost more than he could stand.
That wasn't to mention her beautiful face looking serenely down at him, her half-closed eyes, her red, parted lips, and her shoulder-length blonde hair falling sexily forward.
"Ohhh, do me!" he gasped. "You must be God's gift to men!"
She had her hands on his chest as she rode him, and her touch went right to his heart.
"I'll do you, guy," she replied smilingly. "And you're not so bad yourself!"
She moved sensuously and skillfully for a good long while. He knew by now that she must have a different man every week, probably a stranger like himself, but he didn't care. Beauty like hers deserved to be shared with the whole wide world.
But she still wasn't done. As if to give him the benefit of every position, Bree lifted up, turned around, and then rode him the other way.
Now Joe could watch her sleek, curving back and her firm round buns. Her complexion was flawless all over, too, and he gloried in her smooth white skin. As she moved up and down, he could also see his cock being taken by her. That she would do it made him feel ten feet tall.
He was a duke, a prince, a king. Or, even better, he was an ancient, amorous god.
"I've got to come now," his tall blonde goddess said over her shoulder, breaking into his reverie and moving faster, more urgently. "You come, too."
He was sorry to have it end. Even more, though, he anticipated the wondrous climax that was to be.
They broke at the same instant. He felt her magical pussy spasm around him, and saw her body undergo a series of joyful quivers. He pictured how she would look from the front, with her pointed breasts shaking, her tummy tightening, and her beautiful face straining with passion.
"Oooh, yes!" she shrieked. "Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!"
But his pleasure must be even more intense. It had been fine enough when she'd sucked him to a finish, but now he was closer to the center of her being. He lunged up to meet her, blasting off like a rocket to another world.
"Ohhh. Ohhh!" he struggled to say. "Ohhh, I'm losing my mind! Ohhhhh!"
He saw stars. He sailed off into black space, passing galaxies. It was intensely physical, yet far beyond the physical.
He shot every ounce of his being out to her, then collapsed into nothingness and peace.
The next thing of which Joe was conscious was Bree leaning over and touching his shoulder. He actually had passed out from his ultimate orgasm, or at least had gone off to sleep.
In the meantime, she'd apparently showered and put on a white robe. He almost couldn't recall who this blonde beauty was, unless she was a wet dream or a sexual angel.
But she, and the sex, had been gratifyingly real. And as real, in a sadder way, was what she was saying now.
"Time to go," she told him, kindly but insistently. "Time to go."
So he got to his feet, put his jogging clothes back on, and held her to him one more time, again trying to capture every detail of her fabulous body and of his feeling. She didn't resist, but she gave him to understand that it had been special, that he would, indeed, never be this close to her again.
Then she was smiling at him through a crack in her door, and he was gone.
Out on the city street, in the warm spring day, Joe began to walk home. His mind was still elsewhere, and he had to laugh at himself as he bumped into people and took wrong turns. He was drunk with perfect sex, but as he made his way under the budding trees, he didn't care. He was still in that better world.
He felt odd in his tank top and shorts, too. After what he'd just experienced, he should be riding in a carriage and wearing regal robes!
It had been a dream, far more of one than he'd even dared to imagine when he'd met his goddess in the park. But it had been real, and now other realities started to set in.
What on this earth would he tell Jennifer, his wife? He couldn't keep her from finding out, even if he walked around until the rosy afterglow faded, which surely showed in his eyes. They'd been together too long not to sense each other's every secret.
But, as it turned out, that wouldn't be a problem. On that same spring day, his short, dark mate had had an unanticipated adventure of her own!
CHAPTER TWO
Jennifer had always been highly satisfied with her sexual relationship with Joe. Whenever she got her compact, curvy body together with his taller, muscular form, and her tight, dark-furred pussy in action with his more than adequate cock, fireworks were the result. Her round, hard-nippled breasts shook, her swelling buns tensed, and her firm, flat tummy filled with joy. She liked to suck him, too, and she loved for him to eat her, to diddle her clit with his practiced tongue. Their small city apartment had been the scene of more hot encounters than she could remember.
But, on that afternoon in spring, there must have been something in the air. One moment Jennifer was simply working out at the gym, and the next moment, she was totally involved with another man!
It was her younger trainer, Ted. So many people were outdoors enjoying the nice weather that the two of them found themselves alone in one of the exercise machine rooms. Dressed in a sweaty gray T-shirt and gym shorts, she was lying back on a new machine. Harmlessly enough, Ted was straddling her, showing her how it worked. She was thinking how good he looked, with his toned body, his handsome face, and his healthy, jet-black hair.
That was when she noticed he was getting hard. And that was when, to her own amazement as well as his, she did what she did.
'Take it out," she said.
"What?" he reacted, as if he hadn't heard her right.
"Take it out. I want to see it," she repeated. "But you're a married woman," he protested. "Take it out," she heard herself say one more time.
And, not being about to argue any further, he pulled down his shorts and showed her his big, iron-hard rod.
Jennifer didn't know what had come over her. A lot of guys at the travel agency where she worked had come on to her, but she'd always dismissed them. Now, though, she was initiating sex with another man. She was about to be unfaithful to her husband, Joe, and she was feeling good about it!
She didn't question what was happening anymore. Instead, she reached out her small hands and took hold of Ted's naked cock. She explored it avidly, fingering the swollen head, stroking the long, thick shaft, and even fondling his good-sized balls. He looked down at her with surprise and deep delight.
Then she had him move on up, to where her head was raised on the exercise machine, and she got her mouth on it, too!
Jennifer sucked him as if it were the most natural thing in the world to be addressing a strange male member. She took him deep, using her tongue on the sensitive underside and pursing her lips tightly. His body started to strain as he got into the totally unexpected experience.
"Ohhh, wow!" Ted moaned, as he straddled her pretty face. "Babe, you sure can give it!"
"Mmmmmm," she went, grabbing his tight buns and squeezing them. "Mmmmmm!"
She kept at it for a while, as they both got hotter and hotter. Pressing her short legs together, she made her pussy juice freely in her shorts. There in the gym, this was a new and better kind of exercise!
Jennifer still felt amazed by what she was doing, but she let it go on. It was as if some outside power was governing her.
Then she felt Ted getting ready to come. His cock got even bigger and harder in her small mouth, and it throbbed strongly. His body stiffened, and she let him out at the last possible moment.
"Ohhh, fuck!" he shouted, as she rushed to get her fingers on his base and finish him that way. "Ohhhhh!"
Then he shot long, white streams past her head, to fall onto the gym floor.
"I'm really sorry," she said, as he got off her and the exercise machine and stood beside her.
"You've got to be kidding, babe," he laughed. "You did me just fine."
"No, I meant the way I seduced you," she explained. "It wasn't like me at all."
"Well, I was a bit surprised', but maybe it was like you," he opined. "And a guy is ready to be 'seduced' any day!"
At that point, Jennifer knew she should stop. She could still chalk it up as a minor indiscretion, a sudden, irresistible impulse to suck a strange cock. She could still go back to her husband, Joe, and not tell him anything, since she hadn't really been that unfaithful.
But she didn't want to stop, damn it. Her pussy was so hot and wet and her whole, compact body was so charged with sex that she needed more, much more.
She needed not only to suck, but also to fuck!
And Ted was her man. So Jennifer calmly stood up and stripped off her gray T-shirt, shorts, and thong panties. She did it matter-of-factly, as if she were just getting ready for more exercise.
But, once again, this was to be exercise of a far, far better kind!
Her new lover took in her bare, thirty-ish body with ill-concealed delight. As her trainer, and as a virile young guy, he'd undoubtedly undressed her with his eyes before, but she was even better in the flesh.
Her breasts were full and round, with hard red nipples and puckered areolae. Her tummy was flat and her waist was trim, but her buns and her thighs swelled temptingly. She was short and thick-bodied, but that made for a compact, voluptuous package. And her dark muff was thick and formed a generous, almost perfect triangle, but with no excess fur between her legs.
"Hey, Jen!" Ted enthused. "You've got quite a bod on you!"
"Thank you, kind sir," she laughed, doing a little turn, not minding his forwardness at all.
Then, so there could be no mistake about her further intentions, she said it.
"The better to fuck you with!" she concluded.
Now he stripped off his own gym clothes, showing her his toned form. And he got his hands on her as well as his eyes, exploring her eagerly. She was full-bodied, but without an ounce of excess flesh. All her working out with him had paid off. Now the ultimate workout was at hand!
With a grin, he pulled her to him, letting his newly-hard, throbbing cock stand up against her front and its sensitive underside press on her. His swollen balls, too, contacted her warm, smooth skin.
"All right!" Ted exclaimed. "You feel great!"
He got his hands on her firm, round buns and squeezed them, and she did the same to his.
"You, too!" responded Jennifer.
Then, without the slightest thought of her husband, Joe, she pulled him with her back onto the bench of one of the exercise machines.
She felt him slide down on her, then suddenly up into her. He had found a condom somewhere, so it was okay.
But she might not have been able to stop him, or herself, anyway. She'd been so hot-to-trot that she'd needed some real cock, and fast!
He went at it athletically, befitting the gym where they were. They were both already sweaty from their workouts, and now they dripped with it. It was hot, steamy sex at its very best.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" he grunted happily, thrusting away. "Ungh!"
"Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh," she responded joyfully, taking his whole length. "Uhhh!"
Jennifer got into it, too. She grabbed her partner's shoulders and pushed her liquid pussy up at him. She thrashed her dark head around and panted lustily.
At one point, she did think of Joe, but only because it was he who usually fucked her. She was conscious of being unfaithful to her husband, but it was more than that. On this strange spring day, any man would have done!
Then Ted pulled out, turned her over on the bench, and came back to put it to her even more hotly and raunchily. Reentering her quim from behind, he grasped her waist and lunged with a will. Now his shaft was in even better contact with her tingling clitoris, and it drove her wild. Her round breasts pressed out to her sides, and her buns tensed with pleasure.
She even grabbed the handles of the exercise machine and lifted some weight. Those devices were good for a lot more than just building muscles!
"Go for it, Jen!" her lover urged. He slapped her lightly on the butt, getting her even crazier.
"Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uhhh!" she went, building higher and higher. This was going to be one intense big O!
Then she burst like a dam, and her juices flooded. It rushed through every inch of her, from her clenched fingers all the way to her curling toes. Her breasts ached delightfully, and her tummy felt like it would burst with joy. Her short legs tensed, then went weak, and her smooth flesh quivered in waves.
"Ohhh, yesss!" she gasped, even biting into the fabric of the bench as she gave herself over to the power. "Yesss! Yesss! Ohhhhh!"
It was the best she'd had in years, and not just because the man who'd caused it had been better. It must simply have been time for a different guy.
But that man hadn't come yet, and she wasn't about to disappoint him! So she began wiggling her hips and her pussy to take him the rest of the way. It felt good to her, too, to be prolonging the feeling in her loins.
"Come on, you stud," Jennifer heard herself say. "Come on, and come!"
And, thrusting faster and faster, he did. She could sense his cock getting crazier in her, then begin to jerk and pump. She could even feel his hot, copious stuff as it filled up the end of the condom.
"Oh, Jen!" he went. "All right! Ahhhhh!"
Ted slid slowly out, got up, and helped her to her feet. He took off his condom, showing her what was in it. She got a kinky thrill from that.
There could be no mistake now. She had fucked another guy after years of fidelity to her husband, and here was the physical evidence of it. Her mouth, too, still tasted of his delicious cock from when she'd sucked him.
"You're great, Jen," he told her, giving her small body a hug. "I could do it with you any day!"
"Me, too," she purred, still glowing from the forbidden sex. "But I don't think this will happen again."
"I was afraid of that," he responded, shaking his head. "I sort of expected it, though. No offense, but you aren't the first married woman who got the temporary hots for me. It comes with the territory, my being a trainer and all."
"It sure does 'come!'" she joked, making him brighten. "And it was a physical impulse, in the best sense of that word."
Then they hit the showers together. There was still no one else in the gym, so they walked to the shower room naked, and shared a stall. Where before Jennifer had stood under the warm, soothing spray to wash off the sweat from her workout, though, now she was rinsing off the traces of the sex so that her husband, Joe, wouldn't detect them.
"You still look so great," Ted said, surveying her wet, glistening body. "I love how the water runs off your breasts and your pussy hair. Are you sure you don't want to do it one more time?"
"I'm sure," she laughed, letting him down easy. "But you can touch me if you want."
So he ran his hands over her, delighting in the feel of her firm, curvy self. He cupped her breasts and her crotch, too, sending preliminary tingles through her and almost moving her to fuck him again.
Jennifer didn't give in to the temptation, since enough was enough, and she was already planning how she'd face Joe. But she did see that Ted's cock was hard and aching for release, so she relented in that department.
"Oh, heck," she said, with a smile. "I guess I can do one more thing for you!"
At that, she took his rigid member in her small hands, and began stroking it tenderly. It had given her a lot of pleasure, so she wanted to return the favor. She fingered the swollen head, ran her hands along the shaft that was slick from the shower water, and even fondled his wet, hanging balls. She took her time, bringing him almost up to the peak then letting him down again, so that his eventual orgasm would be even sharper.
"Ohhh, wow!" Ted sighed. "I didn't know you were so good at hand jobs, too!"
"I didn't know I was, either," Jennifer laughed. "When you're married, you usually just fuck!"
Again, she became enthralled by the adventure she was having, this intimacy with a strange man. But it had to end sometime, so when she brought him to yet another peak, she took him all the way. All of a sudden, his cock was pulsating in her hands, then hosing long streams of white stuff to mingle with the warm spray of the shower.
"Ohhh, Jen!" he shouted. "That was a great bonus! Ohhhhh!"
"Maybe that will hold you for a while," she purred. "But this married lady has got to get home!"
So they toweled off, and she got into her street clothes, while Ted put on fresh gym togs and went back on duty. They'd meet again as trainer and client, but their affair, by mutual understanding, would be a one-time, special thing.
Then Jennifer was out on the street in the warm sunshine, headed for her apartment and her confrontation with Joe.
On her way, she wondered how it would play out. Would their marriage be over? Would he be so jealous and angry that he'd yell at her and stomp out of the apartment right away? Again, she knew she couldn't hide what had happened. She had removed the traces from her body, but they'd still be present in her eyes.
But, while she was a bit fearful, she wasn't sorry, or guilty. She still felt that her sudden infidelity had been brought about not by herself, but by some other power at work on that strange spring day.
So, when Jennifer got home, she walked right in the door. What she found there, however, wasn't exactly what she'd expected!
CHAPTER THREE
For a moment, Jennifer didn't think Joe was in their apartment. He'd been out jogging in the park while she'd been at the gym, she knew, and maybe he'd gone for an unusually long run.
But then she found him in the bedroom, and in what a state! He was on his back on the bed, totally naked, apparently having taken a shower and lain down there to rest afterward.
"Hi," he said. "I've got something to tell you. You'll guess it anyway, so I might as well confess."
"What is it?" she asked. "What?"
She was caught totally off guard, having been prepared to bare her own secret instead.
"I just had sex with a beautiful blonde," he replied. "And I enjoyed every minute."
Jennifer suddenly had the upper hand, and she knew it. Despite her own infidelity, she was also a bit angry, or at least she could pretend to be. For a moment, she considered playing the situation like that, since her husband didn't appear to be aware of her secret as yet.
But they'd been married too long to indulge in such games. So she still did what she'd originally planned.
"That's interesting," she said. "Because, while it wasn't with a beautiful blonde, so did I!"
They looked at each other, astounded that the same thing could have happened to them on the same day. But then, since it must have been fate indeed, they smiled.
"Well, what are we going to do now?" Jennifer inquired.
"I've been lying here thinking about that," Joe responded. "And I came to the conclusion that I'd make wild love to you, to show you I loved you best."
He paused.
"But now that you've strayed, too," he concluded, "you'd better make some wild love to me!"
"In other words, 'kiss and make up,'" she said.
"Or 'fuck and make up!'" said he. "Oh, and there's one more thing. We have to be pretty generous to do it, but if a strange man made you happy and a strange woman did the same for me, then we should welcome each other's happiness. The wrong thing would be to act secret and jealous."
"I guess we should," she nodded. "But now, let's get to the 'wild love' part. And we'd better do it soon, because I don't know how much more fucking we can stand in one day, before we drop from exhaustion!"
At that, she stripped down and joined him on the bed.
Joe saw Jennifer straddle his middle and lower her dark-furred pussy onto his upright rod. He'd been afraid he couldn't perform, given what he'd recently had with Bree and what his wife had just told him, but that didn't seem to be a problem. His cock was as hard and thick as ever, maybe even from all that had happened.
As she put her hands on his chest and started riding him, he did find himself looking at her in a new way. Damn, after years of it being only his, another guy's cock had just been sliding in the hot, tight place where he was now!
He didn't know how he felt about that. On the one hand, there was the male thing of finding his wife more desirable because another man had wanted her. On the other hand, he felt threatened because she might have liked that man better.
Above all, though, she seemed incredibly new and exciting. And he didn't think it was his imagination that he was also that way to her.
"Ohhh, yeah!" he gasped, as he began to build surprisingly quickly. True, he was primed, but he had already done a lot, and there wasn't a hint of tiredness.
"Ohhh," she echoed, fast becoming very hot and wet inside. She threw back her head, closed her eyes, and opened her mouth in serious passion.
Her round breasts bobbed, and he got his hands on them, reveling in their smooth fullness. He circled her puckered areolae with his fingers and plucked at her hard red nipples. Again, he was seeing her anew, almost as he had years before, the first time they'd made love.
Joe also looked down at her firm, flat tummy, her tensed thighs as she straddled him, and her lush, dark muff, appreciating them more than ever. He could even see where she was taking his stiff length between her exciting, form-fitting labia. She was a fantastic partner, and he never wanted to lose her to anyone else.
Finally, there was Jennifer's compact, curvy body, taken as a whole. With a small woman, the sex seemed to be more concentrated, since there was less room for it and less distance for the sensations to travel, as it were. From her breasts, to her buns, to her pussy, and everywhere else, she was one sweet bundle of joy!
"Ohhh, yeah!" he sighed again. "Ohhh, fuck me, lover! You are the best!"
"This'll teach you to go screwing around with some skinny blonde," she laughed, giving him all he could handle, and more. "You've got all you need right here!"
But he wanted to prove the same thing to her, so he rolled her over and became the active one. On top, he lunged into her with an absolute heat, being the best cocksman he knew how. As a result of their recent infidelity, they were giving each other the greatest time they'd had in ages!
Now her excited and exciting nipples brushed his lower chest, and she lifted her short legs and spread them wider. He thrust from slightly different angles, exploring every recess of her hot, wet quim and giving her the full benefit of his long, thick rod.
"Ohhh, Joe!" she panted. "Ohhh, you're a real stud today!"
"And every day from now on," he laughed. "Jenny, I'm going to fuck you so you'll stay fucked!"
Higher and higher they built, until they were more than ready to let go. They were a mass of new and sometimes conflicting emotions, knowing as they did that the other had just been with someone else. In the end, though, they were themselves once more, having wild sex together.
"Oh! Oh, oh! Ohhhhh!" she shouted, suddenly bursting around him.
Her pussy spasmed strongly, radiating tingles of pleasure throughout her compact form. Her upright breasts shook, her tummy and buns tightened, and her lifted legs hugged his midsection as if they'd never let go.
"Ohhh, damn!" he exclaimed, as he took the sweet ride along with her.
A powerful climax began at the base of his rod, then flowed out along it and halfway up his spine. He trembled from the strength of it, going on to shoot her full of his hot, thick stuff, so much that some of it oozed back out around him.
It had been totally satisfying for both of them, as much, or more so, than it had been with the others. And they'd even mustered it up after they'd thought they were sated with sex with strangers, which proved how good they were with each other.
At last, Joe slowly pulled out of Jennifer, and lay back on the bed beside her.
They drifted off to sleep, and when they awoke, it was evening. Ravenously hungry from everything they'd done, they got dressed, then went out for some dinner. As they walked along the city street in the cool spring night, they felt like young lovers again. They found a window table at a little restaurant, and sat watching the people pass.
"What a fucking day!" Joe marveled.
"Yes, it was, literally!" Jennifer concurred.
"You know, I used to sit like this, watching the women and picking out the ones I'd like to go to bed with," he confessed. "But it's a real shock that I actually did it, and that you had another guy."
"And I watched the men," she nodded. "It's a shock for me, too."
"Well, I guess it was fate," he concluded, expressing both their thoughts. "What we've got to do now is to figure out how to deal with it."
"Yes," she agreed. "And I think we have a bit more talking out to do."
So they described their extramarital affairs in full detail. Summing up, he said that his tall, blonde model had been an ideal experience he just couldn't miss, actually more spiritual than physical. And she decided that her hot encounter with her trainer had been the other way around.
"There was really no reason for it," Joe said, getting back to the fate angle. "As we demonstrated afterwards, we've got enough with each other."
"Yes, and the way we're talking about it proves that," Jennifer declared. "We're like coconspirators, and the others are minor figures."
"Well, maybe that's how we should play it," he said. "If we ever stray again, it will still be a part of'us'! "
So they finished their meal and walked home, where they tumbled into bed again and slept soundly and peacefully in each other's arms.
Joe and Jennifer went back to their normal routine. He worked hard at the bank, and she did the same at the travel agency. They saw a lot of their friends, and they resumed their satisfied, monogamous sex life.
In the middle of the summer, though, they did stray again. And it happened all at once, as part of a foursome, and virtually as an orgy!
They'd invited Richard and Sally to dinner at their apartment. Richard was a balding colleague of Joe's, and Sally was his red-headed wife.
They'd been friends for a pretty long time. But what Joe and Jennifer didn't know was that the couple were secret swingers!
At dinner, everyone drank too much wine, which was unusual for them. But it was hot, and Joe had found several bottles of a delicious vintage. Afterward, they pushed back their chairs and stayed at the table, relaxing and talking freely.
They talked of the south of France, where the wine had come from. They discussed movies they had seen and concerts they had attended. They covered their college days, and their special times in the city.
But gradually, since inhibitions were down, the conversation turned sexual.
"I think men are fools for tits and ass," redheaded Sally said, without much of a transition. She herself had a great figure in both those departments.
"Me, too," dark-haired Jennifer agreed, quickly and surprisingly rising to the subject. "I mean, there are other parts of a woman."
"Yeah," said Sally, taking another sip of wine. "They're just tits, after all."
And at that, she flipped up her top to show everyone her braless beauties, high and full, with hard pink nipples and strongly puckered areolae!
Jennifer gasped with surprise, but the men were really bowled over, as if those breasts were bowling balls, indeed! Richard appeared delighted by his wife's forwardness, while Joe's eyes widened as he took the welcome sight in. Everyone now knew that all bets were off, that anything sexual could happen.
It did, too!
"And it's just an ass," Sally concluded, looking even more outrageously raunchy.
Then she stood up, turned around, pulled her skirt up and her panties down, and mooned the whole table with her smooth, shapely butt! Indeed, as she bent over, Joe could see part of her labia and her soft red fur.
Now, as Sally stayed half-undressed, Jennifer appeared jealous. She stood up, too, and similarly reached for her clothing.
"Yes," she repeated, with a smile. "They're just tits, and it's just an ass."
And having said so, she bared her own round boobs, and her own delicious buns!
If that wasn't enough, the two wild women got totally naked and began to dance around the table. The heat and the wine had made them like two ancient maenads, letting themselves go in a Dionysian ritual.
Nor were Richard and Joe slow to play along, being presented with such an opportunity.
"Well," the balding dinner guest confided to his friend, "I think we know what happens now. Sally and I have swung before, and she seems to want us to play around with you and Jen."
"Jenny and I haven't exactly been faithful, though we've never swung," Joe told him. "But I guess there's a first time for everything, so we'll follow your lead."
Then Richard smiled and got up from his place at the table, as well.
"Hey, you two," he said, addressing the women. "If males are fools for tits and ass, are females fools for cocks?"
His words made them stop their wild dance.
"Well, I don't know," his naked wife replied teasingly, sensing where he was going. "Why don't you let us see if we are?"
"Gladly," said Richard.
And he unzipped his pants, his cock, already hard from the whole scene, springing out and upward.
Not to be outdone, Joe did-likewise. Then the two men stripped all the way down, and the die was cast.
Naturally, they went for each other's wife, at least at the outset. Richard got his hot hands on the not unwilling Jennifer's "tits and ass," not to mention her lush black muff. He explored and caressed her, and she even ventured to take hold of his member.
Joe didn't know how he felt about that. As the swingers they'd been revealed to be, Richard and Sally must have been used to the sight of their mate in another's arms. But in his case, there'd only been his wife and the trainer, and he hadn't even seen them being intimate.
His thoughts turned, though, to the sexy redhead in front of him. He longed to touch her new, naked body, and so he did! Walking over, he pulled her to him, running his hands over her curving back and her firm, round buns. She put her arms around his neck and arched up to meet him, as his upright cock contacted her smooth, warm tummy.
"Mmmmmm, that feels nice," Sally purred. "Women are fools for cocks; you've proved it!"
"Not half as nice as you feel to me," Joe responded.
Then he moved his hands in front and explored her high, full breasts and her soft red muff, too.
Now the two mixed couples were embracing, and hot sex was a moment away. Still, they drifted back to their own spouses, as if true swinging would be too much for a start. It was obvious, though, that everyone was going to fuck!
"Do you have more than one bed?" Richard asked his host, although he was entirely familiar with the apartment.
"No, only one," Joe replied, playing along with his guest's little game.
"Well, I guess that settles it," the balding guy grinned. "It's all four of us on the same mattress!"
"And that's as it should be," his wife, Sally, laughed. "After all, we are among friends!"
So everyone trooped off to the bedroom, ready for anything.
Jennifer and Sally lay back naked on the bed, side by side. By unspoken agreement, their husbands approached them in the same way as each other. Kneeling on the carpet, they ran their hands up their wives' spread thighs, then burrowed their faces between them. It was going to begin with a little bit of muff-diving!
Joe opened up Jennifer with his fingers, then licked around her tender pink folds. He'd done it many times before, but it seemed different tonight. He found himself thinking how especially good she looked and tasted.
That was it. He was appreciating her more because having another sexy couple beside him made him freer than ever before. Moreover, the sexy atmosphere of his bedroom had been multiplied by two!
And, as he went on to tongue her joy button, his wife appeared similarly inspired.
"Ohhh, yes!" she shrieked, immediately going wild above him. "Yesss!"
Her thighs tightened on his head, and her whole, compact body heaved with ecstasy.
Joe couldn't see it, but he heard similar cries of passion coming from Sally as Richard ate her. Indeed, the two women went on quickly to come.
"Oh! Ohhh!" they chorused, wriggling around so much that they shook the bed. "Ohhhhh!"
Then the men moved on to more serious sex. Or rather, they moved up from the floor and on top of their mates, in position to give them all they had. Still simultaneously, they slid their ready rods into those hot, primed pussies, and began thrusting in rhythm, too. With active hips and bouncing breasts, the women responded enthusiastically.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Joe grunted, as he lunged away.
"Uhhh! Uhhh!" Richard echoed, from beside him.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh," Jennifer panted, lost in lust.
"All right," sighed Sally. "Oh, yeah!"
Given that kind of quadruple action, it wasn't long before everyone was ready to come. But they held off, as if to see if anything even wilder would happen. Being out of control, they only had to let it occur.
And, sure enough, it did. All at once, the men pulled out, rolled over, and let their wives ride them. Before the women did, though, Sally supplied them with condoms, which foresaw the inevitable conclusion to the night's carnal proceedings.
Straddling his eager body, Jennifer lowered her dripping, dark-furred quim back onto Joe's upstanding member. Gazing wantonly at him and holding her round breasts in her hands, she bounced up and down, doing the cowgirl act of her life.
Beside them, Joe could see Sally doing the same thing with Richard. In fact, it was only natural that he watched the new, naked woman even more than he did his wife. She had her hands on her head, her eyes closed, and her mouth open in deepest passion. Her full breasts were bouncing, her tummy was tensing, and her red muff was matted with juice.
Joe's head swam, and everything outside the city apartment seemed to fade away. The two women became a blur before his eyes, as he, too, became totally lost in four-way sex.
But that was the perfect preparation for what was about to happen.
Suddenly, at Sally's instance, she and Jennifer lifted up, then changed partners.
It was swinging, after all. And it had been initiated by the women, who were still the sex-drunk, Dionysian maenads they'd started out to be.
Only now, instead of dancing naked around the dinner table, they were "dancing" with their hot, wet pussies on each other's husband's cock!
Joe abandoned himself to the experience. It was the first time he'd had another woman since Bree, and Sally was woman enough. While she wasn't a tall, blonde fashion model, she was a well-built, red-headed delight. And her free attitude as a confirmed female swinger really turned him on.
"All right!" she exclaimed again. "Hey, you do have a nice, big cock!"
She put her hands on his chest and leaned forward, breasts hanging and swinging. She lunged hotly, taking his whole, excited length.
"Thanks," he panted, levering up to meet her. "And your pussy's no slouch, either!"
Beside them, of course, Jennifer was riding Richard. Now it was the first time he'd seen her actually balling another guy and she'd viewed him with another woman. His feelings were mixed, and he was sure hers were, too.
But they came down on the side of joy, not jealousy, again. In fact, if it had been wild to watch another couple going at it on the same bed, how much more arousing it was to see one member of that couple being his own wife!
So he watched Jennifer enjoying his male friend's cock as much as he looked at Sally taking his. Her round, hard-nippled breasts were bouncing, her thighs were taut, and her dark muff was contacting her strange partner on every down-stroke.
Everyone's eyes kept wandering, too, from their own spouse's to the other's, from their permanent partner's to their temporary one's. They were, indeed, just four good, fucking friends, combined to make their fucking that much better.
But they didn't find out just how sweet it was until, all at once, they came.
"Oh! Oh, damn!" Joe shouted, as a massive climax suddenly seized him and he shot his hot stuff up toward Sally. "Ohhh, that was a good one!"
"Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Ahhh!" his red-headed rider chimed in, stiffening and heaving and taking her own big O. "Ahhh, how I love your cock!"
Beside them, the other swinging couple was enjoying a major happening, too.
"Oooh. Ahhh! Ohhh, fuck!" Jennifer enthused, jamming her turned-on pussy down onto her male partner's loins. "Ohhh, how you made me cream!"
"Uhhh. Uhhh. Ohhhhhh, yeah!" ejaculated Richard, as his upright rod performed another kind of ejaculation. "Yeah, swinging is the most!"
At last, totally sated, they all uncoupled and lay back panting on the bed.
When they'd recovered, the four friends showered and got dressed. As they then sat around the living room enjoying a final glass of wine, they were four friends indeed. Their couple-hood had become mixed, at least for that night, and perhaps for other nights to come.
"Well, I guess we're swingers now," Jennifer said, looking dreamy-eyed.
"If so, welcome to the club!" responded Sally, with a lusty smile.
"I never thought our apartment would see that kind of orgy," said Joe, still trying to come to terms with it.
"No offense," Richard laughed, "but if you think that was an orgy, you ought to see some of the places we've been!"
And when their guests had left, Joe and Jennifer looked at each other. Their life together had changed, and they knew it. They were on strange ground now, and while they still felt good about it, they didn't know where it might lead.
"Well, I'm ready for bed," he finally sighed. "And I don't mean the sort of bed we just had!"
"Me, too," she yawned. "And I think I'll stay there until tomorrow afternoon!"
Then they did get undressed again, after which they went to sleep in each other's arms. But it was an odd sleep, because it was on a mattress that was damp with the love fluids of two more people than themselves.
And they dreamed of sex, but now it was not only with each other, but also each other with someone else.
During the weeks ahead, Joe and Jennifer remained a bit unfocused. They continued with their jobs and with their own relationship, but, as they might have expected, they did swing some more with Richard and Sally. What had been started that summer night in their apartment proved much too intriguing to be let alone.
But when their two swinging friends suggested that they widen their horizons and get it on with a further couple, then more, Joe and his dark-haired wife instinctively balked. Then they sat down together and talked about why they had.
"I think it's because we're getting a bit jaded," he opined. "We started out being unfaithful almost by accident, and now we're becoming full-fledged swingers."
"All I know is that it's moving too fast for me," she sighed. "This city, too. It's starting to get away from us, lover."
So they thought harder about their life. And the eventual result, to their surprise, was a decision to make a major change of scene.
"What if we moved to a small town?" Jennifer asked, one bright fall day.
"I was thinking the same thing," Joe replied. "I could get a transfer to a regional office of the bank, and you could open your own travel agency."
"So let's do it!" she concluded. "We can make a new start, and get our sex life back the way it was."
And they followed that plan. In the course of several weekends, they found a beautiful place in the hills, after which they made the necessary arrangements for their move. They said good-bye to Richard and Sally, and mentally to Bree and the trainer, wishing them well but indicating that their brand of sex wasn't exactly their own cup of tea.
But little did they know that they were jumping from the frying pan into the fire.
Little did they know that they were moving to Orgy Town!
CHAPTER FOUR
The town consisted of one long street lined with picturesque 19th-century houses. At the center were a general store, a gas station, a post office, and the bank branch of which Joe was to be in charge. Jennifer decided to open her travel agency in their home, which was a spacious brick residence that cost them much less than their small city apartment.
Spring was coming, but they still had time to build fires in the living room fireplace and enjoy the cozy, rustic atmosphere. And their sex life did become simple and relaxed again, just as they'd thought it would.
One Friday night, after a delicious dinner, they were lying on the rug in front of the fire. The romantic orange glow from the flames was the only light in the room, and instead of the traffic noise of the city, all they could hear was the crackle of the logs. It was so warm that they had gotten naked, wanting to make love right there rather than waiting for bed.
"This feels so good," Jennifer purred.
She was lying on her back, and she writhed dreamily and sensuously, her round breasts upright and her short legs spread to reveal her moist, dark-furred pussy.
"Yes, we made the right move," Joe sighed, in smiling agreement.
He lay on his side, propped up on one elbow to look at her. And his cock was more than ready to enter his sultry wife's pussy, as it stood out, throbbingly hard.
So he moved happily on top of her, and pushed all the way in. They got into a slow, easy rhythm, enjoying each other's body in a leisurely way. She felt so warm and nice to him, and he felt so tender and caring to her. While they weren't highly excited, there was a lot to be said for simply doing it with someone they'd done it with many times before.
"Ohhh. Ohhhhh, yes!" she sighed, coming around him, and becoming even more relaxed than she'd already been. "Ohhh. Ohhhhh!"
"Oh, yeah," he echoed, as he went over the top almost casually and his cock pumped her full of his seed. "Ahhh. Ahhhh!"
Then they uncoupled and reclined on the rug, breathing deeply and staring into the fire.
"You know, a person could get pretty mellow living around here," he said.
"Yes," she agreed. "The pace is so slow, but I don't mind it at all. We still have fine sex with each other, and that's the important thing."
"The other people seem laid back, too," he added. "I doubt that they've ever had the experiences we have, especially the sexual ones."
"No, I don't think they have," she nodded.
But that was where Joe and Jennifer were very, very wrong!
The first hint appeared during his second month at the bank branch. There was a teller, a voluptuous blonde woman of about forty, who began unmistakably to come on to him. In a tight skirt and blouse, with her breasts and her hips swelling, she might lean over his desk with some paperwork and let her body press his arm. Or she might walk up behind him at the counter and give him a quick touch of her firm, protruding breasts!
So Joe started to look closely at the woman, whose name was Marge. Her blonde hair was short, and she had flirtatious green eyes and pudgy cheeks with dimples. She was no beauty, but she more than made up for it with her open and lusty attitude.
And her body was like something out of the 1950s, a tits-and-ass man's dream come true. Her breasts were like the grille ornaments on an old Buick, and her bottom was the full-blown kind that used to be held in by an elastic girdle.
Being the branch manager, he was ever alert to the possibility of sexual harassment. But damn it, if anything, this woman wanted him! Also, her personnel file told him she was married to the guy who ran the post office right next door to the bank. In fact, she went out to lunch with him every day.
So, what was going on here? Joe decided to take matters in hand, and he called Marge into his office one afternoon and closed the door.
"This has got to stop," he told her, as she sat opposite him. "We both know what I mean."
"Yes, we do," she reacted poutingly. "But why? You're such a good-looking stud, and I can tell you like my style, so why can't we let nature take its course?"
He couldn't deny that he wanted to, because his cock was hard in his pants, just as it had been when she'd brushed against him before. But he still protested.
"It's just that my wife and I moved to this small town to get some peace and quiet," he confessed. "We were getting into a pretty kinky scene in the city, and we needed to be among more normal people."
That was when Marge threw back her head and laughed huskily.
"Normal?" she reacted. "Normal? Well, I've got news for you, but along this quiet street, and behind the fronts of these quaint houses, nothing's normal at all. Let me put it this way. What do you think we all do to keep from being bored out of our ever-loving minds?"
"I hadn't thought of it like that," Joe admitted.
"Well, you'd better think of it," the brassy blonde told him. "Because every guy in town has just been waiting to get their hands on that hot little wife of yours, and every woman, on you!"
He still couldn't believe it, but the logic was inescapable. City people always thought of country people as being backward, but the plain truth was that they just weren't as forthcoming about their sexual goings-on. Peyton Place should have taught him that, long ago.
"Oh, shit," he said, after finally taking it in. "Damn! I feel like an idiot, and my wife will, too. But I guess we'll have to grin and bear it, if we want to stay here. The sex will be like it was in the city, after all."
"Or more so!" his full-figured female acquaintance corrected. "Because you've stumbled into a town that has long since made the orgy into an art form."
She paused, and shifted wantonly in her chair.
"And, as to 'grin and bear it,'" she concluded, "why don't you just lean back and grin, while I bare it?"
Then, to Joe's wondering eyes, Marge got up and did a strip for him. Moving to an imaginary, throbbing beat, she proceeded to show him everything he'd similarly imagined under her clothes.
First, she undid her blouse, button by button, revealing a burstingly full white bra and a patch of smooth midriff beneath it. She tugged the blouse out of her skirt and shrugged it off, displaying her mature shoulders and, turning, the sensuous curve of her back. There was a small roll of fat above the waistband of her skirt, but on her type, it only looked sexier.
"You like the old broad?" she joked, as she began to pant with self-arousal.
"Oh, for sure," he sighed. "Oh, yes!"
Then she gave him the bottom half, as it were. Unhooking and unzipping her tight skirt, she pushed it down over her swelling hips and let it drop to the floor. To his delight, he saw she was indeed wearing an old-fashioned girdle, complete with garters that held up nylon stockings.
"You like this, too?" Marge inquired, walking around with the nylons making a sexy swishing sound.
"Oh, yes," responded Joe. "Babe, you've got more than enough of what it takes to send a guy to cock heaven!"
And he was going to be sent there; they were going to fuck. But first, facing him boldly, she took off her bra. Her breasts burst out more than downward, seeming to fill the room! They were even bigger than he'd thought, with thick red nipples and strongly puckered areolae. They were smooth and white, too, looking like ripe, delicious melons.
He was gaping at the largest, most mature set of mammaries he'd ever been close to. Plus, there was Marge's sex-obsessed, almost leering face above them, urging him to enjoy the sight. Oh, yes, this was going to be a day to remember!
Finally, after unhooking the nylons, she took off her girdle. Or rather, she peeled it down, inch by elastic inch, over her rounded white belly. By now, he was panting and actually drooling with unbridled lust.
When she reached the edge of her pubic hair, she teasingly paused for a moment. But then she showed him everything, and it was the lushest, thickest patch of humid yellow fur he'd ever seen.
This was Woman, pure and simple. The cheap perfume she was wearing filled his once-boring office, but there was also the enticing aroma of her natural sweat and musk. He could even see her hot juice oozing out between her thick brown labia and spreading to her voluptuous white thighs.
And there were the exciting red marks of the girdle on her flesh, and the fact that it had been unleashed in all its power and fullness. Her bottom, for instance, was so bodacious that he almost fainted.
All in all, she was like a force of nature. And it was a force to which he gave himself up now, all the way!
Joe sprang up from behind his desk and grabbed Marge in a desperate hug. It was as if he wanted to put all of himself in her generous, naked flesh, not only his cock. As it was, his member was almost painfully hard, and his undershorts were already soaked from its dripping. Holding onto her big buns for dear life, he ground it onto her hot mound.
"Whoa, there!" she laughed throatily. "To use an old line, is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?"
She was indeed like a Mae West or a Sophie Tucker, and he laughed, too.
"I'm sorry if I'm acting like a fool," he told her. "But you are a hell of a lot of woman!"
"No, you're not a fool," she said. "But let's get down to business."
So he unzipped his pants and let his rod spring out and upward to nestle in her exciting, curly bush. Then he pushed it down between her thighs, where its upper surface slid wildly between her labia, immediately getting covered with her hot, slick stuff.
If it could be called that, they dry-humped for a minute, during which time he had a chance to get better acquainted with her formidable breasts. like a happy contortionist, he bent down and nuzzled her burstingly full tit flesh, also sucking at her big, hard nipples. He couldn't remember when he'd been so lost in carnal delight.
But then it was time to do much, much more. So she pushed him away, and went over and lay back on his old-fashioned desk.
"Fuck me, city guy," Marge said, as she spread for him. "Fuck me, Mr. Branch Manager. Stick your big cock up inside me and give us both what we need!"
Joe took one more moment to gape at her upstanding breasts and her wide, sloppy quim. He found a rubber in his wallet, too, and rolled it on.
But then he stepped up to the plate, as it were, and did as she'd asked!
He went in so deep that he nearly got lost, but he didn't mind the feeling at all. Her butt was on the edge of his desk, and as he stood there and lunged wildly, she lifted her legs and put them on his shoulders to give him even better access. This woman was wide open, for sure!
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she panted, her big, upright breasts, hard nipples at the center of them, jogging out of control. She scratched her fingernails across his desk top, leaving visible marks of her lust.
But there was something about her eventual response that made it even wilder. He'd expected her to be sort of coarse and hearty, but when it got down to actual sex, she became a mass of feminine quivers and high-pitched squeals! The contrast with her big body and her previous attitude was fantastic, not to mention all those inches of naked flesh shivering like crazy.
"Oooh! Oooh!" she shrieked now, her eyes closed, her face flushed and puffy, and her short blonde hair shaking. "Oooh, fuck. Oooh!"
Joe could feel Marge surely building to a climax, and he took the ride with her. Her quim was so turned on that it was covering both of them with juice, and he could sense it spasming. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them like marvelous handles, bracing them both for the earthquake that was to come.
Then she burst, nearly pushing him backward and out of her! Her legs on his shoulders strained, and her pussy went absolutely ballistic. She came like a tremor or a tidal wave indeed, with a power as great as she was.
"Eeee!" she exclaimed now, opening her eyes and meeting his with an expression of all-out release. "Eeee! Eeee! Eeeeee!"
And all he could do was to wonder at what had happened, and to be thankful that his office was soundproofed!
After that, Joe slid out of her, still hard. For perhaps the first time in his life, he'd forgotten to come! She'd put on such a performance that he'd been taken in by her orgasm instead.
But Marge would take care of that. Motioning him into his chair, and bouncing nakedly down off his desk to get on her knees before him, she made to suck him the rest of the way to bliss!
A man could be given pleasure by any woman's mouth, but for the maximum experience, it did matter who the woman was. It wasn't so much a matter of technique as of her whole attitude, and of the sight her body provided during the encounter.
And this woman was the maximum, bar none. She was wantonly eager, and she knelt in a forward-leaning way that made her big, hard-nippled breasts hang and thrust crazily and her large butt wiggle in plain view.
Plus, there was the way her green eyes bulged and her wet mouth leered, scarcely an inch from the tip of his throbbing rod.
"Oh, my!" he heard himself gasp, as he tried to come to terms. "Oh, you're just too much!"
"Maybe so," she responded readily, even licking her thick lips. "But your cock looks like a mouthful, too!"
Then she found out, as she suddenly thrust her head forward and, without any preliminarily niceties, took him deeply toward her throat.
Marge sucked him like a woman inspired, bobbing avidly, pursing her lips and employing her tongue on the underside of his totally turned-on shaft. It blew Joe's mind that she was tasting her own stuff on it, since he'd neglected to take off the rubber from before. She didn't even use her fingers on his base or his balls as some women had, and that made the sensation she was creating all the more remarkable.
"Oh, yeah," he sighed, leaning back in his chair, closing his eyes, and abandoning himself to the feeling. "Yeah. Ohhh!"
She made noise, too. In fact, she was the loudest he'd ever heard a woman to be in the act of oral pleasure.
"Mmmmm, mmm, mmm," she moaned. "Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp!"
Given such marvelous treatment, it wasn't long before he was ready to come like a house on fire. He'd even been ready when he was in her pussy, so now he was about to explode. But he held off until he knew his climax would be as powerful as humanly possible.
Then he let go, and what an earth-shattering orgasm it was! His every muscle flexed, and his fingers and toes curled. His head throbbed, and his brown hair felt like it was standing on end. His spine went rigid as an incredible sensation seized the base of his jerking rod, then surged out along it.
"Oh, damn!" he bellowed, when he'd found enough breath to do so. "Damn, damn, damn!"
And he pumped. But when he did that, it wasn't into the rubber. Instead, his bawdy partner took her mouth away, yanked the thing off his cock, and watched wantonly as gobs of his hot, white semen flew into the air, then fell on his office rug.
Joe lay back, panting and heaving. Marge remained naked at his feet, and she was still so arousing to him that he thought he might even get it up for another round, despite just having been totally drained. This woman promised endless orgasms, each as big and lusty as she was. A man could wither away trying to keep up with someone like her!
He did have to revise his whole way of thinking about his and Jennifer's move to this small town, too. If they stayed, they'd obviously have to resign themselves to having just as much sex as they'd had in the city, and probably even more of it. But what a thing to resign oneself to, and what a way to go!
He only hoped that they wouldn't get jaded, as they'd thought they might before, or that things wouldn't start moving too fast again. But maybe if they just went with the flow without worrying about it, matters would take care of themselves.
Yes, that was it. If you didn't feel guilty or ask too many questions, you might do it all and even be better for it. The sky could be the limit if you were free. And as Marge seemed to demonstrate, the more fucking you did, the more and superior fucking you could do!
Enough thought, however. Joe zipped his extremely happy cock back into his pants, and his voluptuous partner wiggled back into her girdle and bra, her skirt and blouse. She sat down across from him again as he found some tissues and bent to mop his stuff from the floor.
"Well, boss, I guess you just had your initiation into Orgy Town," she laughed heartily. "And I'm glad I was the one to perform it!"
"Me, too," he grinned, straightening up. "Oh, yes, I am!"
"So I guess the next step is to get your cute little wife involved," she pursued, still looking like a sex machine even though she was fully dressed. "After that, I can introduce you to some of the other swingers around here."
"From what you say, it sounds like everyone's a swinger in this burg," he chuckled.
"That's not far from the truth," she nodded. "In fact, couples and singles have been known to move here just for the orgies!"
"And to think we came to get away from all that," he sighed. "Boy, were we dumb."
"No, I'd say you were smart by mistake," she concluded. "And you wound up coming-to come!"
Then Marge sashayed out of his office, and he finished his work for the day. As he walked home along the deceptively quiet street, he thought about what to tell Jennifer, but he decided that wouldn't be a problem. He'd simply confess what had happened, as he had when he'd been unfaithful with Bree. She'd be as surprised as he was that their new home had proved to be such a sex pit after all, but she'd probably laugh and resign herself to a change of plans, as well.
Little did he know, though, that she'd just found out for herself.
As had occurred in the city when she'd strayed with her trainer on the very same day, the compact, curvy brunette had had a little smalltown fucking of her own!
CHAPTER FIVE
Jennifer had started up her travel agency in her and Joe's spacious brick home. The news had spread through a sign in the front yard and by word of mouth, and clients had started to find their way in.
But she'd been surprised by their choices of destination. Instead of picking prosaic resorts as she might have expected, almost all of them booked for Mazatlan, St. Tropez, Tangiers, and other exotic, swinging places!
At first, she'd thought it was to provide a contrast to the small town, if only to watch other people who weren't so limited. Then, however, she'd heard them talking about their travel as if it was just an extension of what they were already doing.
Was it really possible that there was a swinging scene right here? Given the outward appearance of things, she could hardly believe it. In a way, though, it did make sense.
So she decided to ask someone. And that person turned out to be a gray-haired farmer of about fifty-five, a man she thought she could trust.
"Excuse me, but why is everyone going to such wild locations?" Jennifer inquired, as she stood with the older guy in her front hall after booking him to Aruba for the next winter.
She was wearing a short, low-necked blue dress that showed off her full, round breasts and her curvy legs to good advantage, although that wasn't really her intention.
"Simple," the man replied readily, his thumbs hooked in his overall straps. "Because they're damn good places to fuck!"
She almost fell over.
"Shame on you," she reacted. "Using language like that. I think I want you to leave now." But he only grinned.
"Aw, shucks," he said. "You just feel that way because you can't imagine someone like me being a swinger. You wouldn't mind a young stud talking like that, but I'm supposed to be different."
The grizzled farmer paused.
"Well, I ain't," he concluded. "You ought to see me on the beach in my thong, with a busty, nineteen-year-old beauty on either arm!"
In spite of herself, Jennifer did look him over now. Actually, his wiry body was good, his skin deeply tanned and his muscles toned by years of outdoor work. She'd seen young "studs" who'd looked worse.
But all her reflection was ended by what he did next. As if to prove everything she'd been suspecting about the small town but hadn't wanted to admit, he casually shrugged off his overalls and let them drop to the floor.
Then, with one more grin, he pulled his cock out of his long underwear and showed her its whole erect, throbbing length!
Her first impulse was to call the town cop. Her second one was to run to the bank and tell Joe they had to move back to the city immediately.
But her third feeling was the one that mattered. It came from between her smooth white thighs, which she found herself involuntarily pressing together. And it came from her pussy, which she found, to her amazement, to be rapidly moistening, even dripping.
Damn it, but this old guy was turning her on like crazy! His cock, too, was the largest she'd ever seen, and she hungered to know what it would feel like inside her.
No wonder he could attract a sexy young woman for either arm!
Was she really going to take this un-likely partner on? What could she ever tell Joe? Or had he already learned the truth about this place, and found an earthy, small-town swinger of his own?
But the farmer settled things for her.
"Young lady," he drawled, "I think you've got an itch, and I can scratch it."
"Oh, yes!" Jennifer heard herself moan.
Then she took hold of his magnificent cock and melted her body against him.
No longer shy in the least, she led him by his love tool to the living room. It was the same place where she and her husband had lately made slow, relaxed love in front of the fire, but this was to be much different. She reflected that she possibly needed wild sex again, after all.
The older guy readily got all the way naked, and his body was muscular and fine. His cock, though, was the remarkable thing, and she couldn't take her eyes off it.
Then he stripped her delightedly, as if he was opening a prize package. She'd never had a lover who was twenty years older, so she didn't know how lucky one felt to be getting a younger woman like her. His happiness was a turn-on for both of them.
Shucking her blue dress off over her dark head, he feasted his eyes on her body in a brief white bra and matching thong panties. The upper parts of her breasts were bare, down to her nipples, and they were perfectly round and smooth. Before going farther, he turned her around to get a view of her naked buns, which were just as firm and full.
"Oh, missy!" he exclaimed with a grin, turning her front-ways again. "Ain't you something!"
Then he ran his hands all over her exposed flesh. She shuddered happily under his touch, finding his rough, calloused hands immensely arousing. He stroked the small of her back and felt up the insides of her thighs. By now, she was creaming like crazy.
"Ohhh, do it!" Jennifer moaned, grabbing his cock once more. "Ohhh, I need it bad!"
So he unhooked her bra and eased it off her shoulders, letting her breasts spring fully free. He lifted them in his hands, licked her hard nipples, and ran his eager tongue around her puckered areolae. That made her upper body prickle with delight.
Then he worked her thong down and off, his eyes bulging when he saw her lush patch of dark, humid fur. He cupped it in his palm, letting his middle finger slide along her dripping slit and even probe up inside her. That made her wriggle around uncontrollably.
The old farmer glanced around the living room, trying to figure out where to do the deed. He was much taller than she was, so it would be hard to do it standing.
But she had a solution for that. Reaching up to grab his shoulders and leaping off the floor, she hugged his middle with her short legs like a clinging vine. He got his hands under her firm buns to support her, reaching in so far that his fingers touched her labia. The upper surface of his long, thick rod was right along her slit.
"Ohhh, fuck me!" she panted. "Ohhh, please!"
"I will, missy," he assured her. "But there's one more thing that's got to be done."
It was almost comical the way he carried her around the room, looking for a condom, but she finally directed him to one that was in an unpacked box of her and Joe's stuff. The old guy got it on himself, and then brought her down on him. His cock was standing straight up by now, and it started into her easily.
When Jennifer at last felt it in her pussy, she went really wild.
"Ohhh, damn!" she shouted. "Ohhh, that feels good! Give me all of it. I want it all!"
He hadn't used his whole length at first, but now he did. It was the biggest cock she'd ever taken, but she was able to accommodate it. It was amazing how any pussy had the capacity for any male member, but that was nature's way.
"Ahhh!" she gasped, as it opened up whole new sensations inside her. "Ahhh!"
They humped with her on him for a while, getting hotly and wetly into it. He helped with his hands under her buns, but it was really she who did the work. Her brown, sex-drunk eyes met his, her round breasts pressed against his chest, and her hot breath met his face. They started to sweat from their happy exertion, and she slid against his front.
"Oh, aren't you the nympho?" he grinned. "You'll be right at home here in Orgy Town."
It was indeed Orgy Town, she realized, and she decided right then and there to go with it. But she had to think about the other thing he'd said. Maybe she really was a nympho, and that was why she and Joe had gotten into swinging scenes, after all!
In any event, she was hot-to-trot right now. Her pussy felt like it would go ballistic, and every nerve ending in her compact, naked body was on red alert. She was going to come more than once that afternoon, she knew.
Then she did pop off, in easily one of the best orgasms of her life. She gripped her partner's shoulders like she'd never let go, and she seized his middle with her legs. Her quim contracted strongly around that humongous cock of his, and she felt her hot juices gush. Marvelous sensations shot through her straining form as she rode her wave of pleasure to the finish.
But the old farmer took it all in stride. That was the amazing thing about him, that he delighted in younger women and yet was no stranger to them. If he was fucking her, he must have fucked a hundred!
"Glad you made it, missy," he drawled, looking genuinely pleased. "But let's keep it up!"
She wasn't about to argue, since she felt herself quickly building again. And as for keeping it up, his cock was taller and harder than ever! So he eased her up off him for a moment, carried her over to the sofa, and set her down on the floor. She wound up kneeling with her back to him and her upper body draped over the seat cushions.
He knelt behind her and prepared to put it to her pussy that way. She presented a tantalizing picture, with her round breasts pressing out to her sides, her smooth back curving, and her delicious rear raised. Wisps of her wet black fur were visible in her cleft, and the backs of her thighs tensed in anticipation.
She was feeling so free and shameless that she reached back and slapped one of her buns.
"Come on back in," she urged the old guy with the great big rod. "Come on!"
He wasn't slow to accept her invitation. Grasping her waist, he found her opening and plunged to the hilt in one smooth stroke. Then he got into a strong rhythm, as she savored the feeling of his cock from a different angle. Now the underside was rubbing right on her switched-on clit, which drove her wild.
"Oh, yeah!" she panted. "Yeah!"
Her husband, Joe, was the farthest thing from her mind, as was their resolve to abandon experiences such as this one. Instead, she'd abandoned herself so far to sex with the farmer that it seemed the only thing in the world right now.
She came again. It was even stronger this time, if that was possible. Her juice practically squirted out onto the sofa, her clit went crazy, and her whole compact body shuddered out of control. She rolled her dark head around, and she made fists and beat them on the cushions.
"Oh, yeah!" she shrieked, gasping for breath. "Oh, thank you. Ahhhhh!"
"My pleasure," her partner drawled. "If I can make you happy, it makes me feel more like a man."
But they still weren't done. He stayed in her, but he maneuvered her off the sofa so that she was free-standing on all fours. That way, she could lunge back at him as he levered his big thing into her. She could be in charge of her own pleasure, and he could enjoy the side benefit of seeing her body in sexy motion.
Both things happened. Her round breasts hung and swung, her smooth flesh quivered, and her buns rippled as they met his front. And she felt herself building to the biggest climax of all.
Then it broke over her, like a bolt of lightning on a clear, sunny day. She couldn't even think about it, since it was so strong. Her head swam, and she almost fainted from its sheer intensity. Her arms and legs went weak, and she collapsed down onto the rug, letting him out of her. There, she wriggled around, still coming, in a fit of absolute passion.
' v'h! Uh! Uh!" Jennifer grunted. "Uh! Uh! Uh! Ohhhhh!"
But her partner had stayed in her long enough to find his own stupendous release. In fact, she'd felt his cock grow even bigger and harder, then begin to jerk strongly. She'd heard him grunt and shout, too, and had felt his hands seize and squeeze her tensing buns.
Now, as her own tremor subsided, she looked back and up to see how he'd been faring. But she needn't have worried, if she could have. The old farmer was kneeling there with the widest of all grins on his face, and with his supremely satisfied member in his hand.
And in his other hand he held the rubber, swinging it back and forth to show her just how much stuff an old guy like him could still pump!
That was almost too much for Jennifer, and yet it seemed appropriate. She once might have regretted the bizarre thing she'd just done, but now all bets were off. If she was really a nympho, and if she and Joe had accidentally moved to Orgy Town, then she might as well go all the way.
She'd surely have even crazier experiences, so why not revel in them? If you couldn't beat it, you might as well join it.
So she scraped herself up off the floor and sat on the sofa, watching the farmer smilingly get back into his long underwear and overalls. He was probably about to do his spring plowing, and he'd warmed up by "plowing" her! Now he looked so sexy to her that she wished she could go to Aruba with him and be one of the bikini-clad women on his arm.
"Well, young lady, now you get the picture," he said. "In this town, everybody fucks everybody, and all that's left is for you and your hubby to get into the action. Along those lines, why don't you join my wife and me and a couple of other nice folks next Friday night?"
It would be Richard and Sally all over again. She didn't accept or decline, as he smiled, shrugged, and left. She just sat there, remaining somewhat stunned-and also knowing that she'd just fucked as wildly and completely as she ever had in her life!
Jennifer was still in the same position when Joe arrived home fifteen minutes later. He walked in the big front door and entered the living room, looking like he had something to tell her.
"Hi, lover-oh!" he said, as he took in the situation. There was no way she could explain away her flushed, tousled appearance even if she'd wanted to, much less the wet spots on the sofa and the rug.
So she blurted out everything, even the un-likely identity of the man she'd taken. And her husband, in turn, sat down beside her and confessed his own new affair, giving details, too.
They sat silent for a minute, digesting everything that had happened. But then, recalling how the same sort of thing had occurred on that day in the city with Bree and her trainer, they burst out laughing.
"I guess we just can't get away from it," she concluded.
"No, I guess we can't," he concurred. "So we might as well take the next step, like we did then. Call that farmer of yours, and tell him we're on for Friday night!"
He paused.
"But me, I've got an idea for right now," he said, glancing down at her crotch. "That pussy of yours looks so juicy and delicious that I just have to take a drink. It would be too much of a rerun for us to fuck like we did the other time, but I do want that."
"Be my guest," she replied, opening her legs. "Far be it from me to deny my dear hubby, especially when it's my loins that will get the jolt!"
So he knelt on the floor in front of her, put his hands on her luscious thighs, and dove right in.
From what he'd told her, she wondered if he really wasn't treating her pussy as a substitute for the one on the big blonde that he'd done everything with but eat, but she didn't mind. Instead, she simply leaned back and enjoyed.
Jennifer felt like a libertine, reclining on the sofa with her arms over her dark head, her round, hard-nippled breasts upraised, and her man tending with his mouth to her quivering quim. She might have been enjoying any leisure activity, such as reading or watching television, but instead she was experiencing this.
It was just fine with her, and if she'd once thought such an attitude would result in her being jaded, then she hadn't taken the right approach. Now, she felt as though she could fuck or be eaten, and enjoy it to the fullest, forever!
"Ohhh. Ohhh!" she sighed deeply. "Yes, do that. Lick around my labia. Tongue my clit. Ohhh, yes!"
And Joe did, lapping up her juices and delighting in every drop. He was still in his business suit, too, which provided a somewhat kinky contrast to her nakedness. In fact, he was getting one knee all sticky from kneeling in a spot of her stuff from when she'd fucked the farmer on the rug!
"Mmmmm. Mmmmm!" he hummed, giving her all the cunnilingus she wanted, and more. "Mmmmm!" Her thighs began to tighten on his head, her tummy tensed, and her nipples ached pleasantly. The tingles spread from her pussy, and she knew it wouldn't be long before she came yet again that afternoon.
But before she let go, she thought dreamily of all the fucking that was to follow. She idly made plans to buy new, more revealing outfits, and she pictured taking them off for a succession of strange men.
All thought was ended, though, by her orgasm coming upon her. It was a soft, gentle one, but none the less satisfying. She flexed her legs and her upper body and pushed her languidly spasming quim against her partner's lips, feeling her warm juices flow. At the ultimate moment, she seemed to set sail in a lazily rocking boat upon a deep, glassy sea.
"Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uhhh," she sighed. "Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Ohhhhh!"
Then she reached down and stroked Joe's brown hair, thanking him silently for taking her there.
Afterward, they got up and left the living room as if nothing had happened. They had each just slept with someone else, but it had only made them that more attractive to each other.
"You know, jealousy really sucks," Joe observed, reading their mutual thoughts, as he changed out of his suit into something more comfortable and she put on a robe.
"And I've always wondered why they call it 'sleeping,' Jennifer said. "I was pretty relaxed just then, but I sure as heck wasn't asleep!"
Then they cooked up a delicious dinner and enjoyed it in front of the fire. Spring was coming, and they'd have few more chances, so they savored every minute and every bite. Despite their changed situation, they could still have moments like this.
After that, being gluttons for punishment, they went to bed, but indeed not to sleep! Their energy miraculously renewed, they stayed up until three A.M. making love all over the mattress.
And they agreed that the male member of their duo could have "stayed up" even longer than that!
Then it was back to work for the rest of the week, but with an entirely different perspective.
And on Friday night, it was on to their first real orgy in Orgy Town!
CHAPTER SIX
The old farmhouse sat on two hundred rolling acres a few miles out of town. When Joe and Jennifer arrived there, they saw several large barns, a row of tractors and implements, and a well-kept fields. There was nothing to indicate that an orgy was about to take place.
But when the front door was opened to them, they were amazed at what met their eyes. Instead of a spartan living room with a wood stove, they were ushered into an absolute passion den. The old farmer and his wife had appointed their home with deep-pile carpeting, luxurious couches, soft lighting, and an advanced sound system that was playing sensuous music.
"Well, come on in, you two," the older guy greeted them. "Welcome to our humble abode!"
He introduced his wife, a thin, dark-haired woman who was also in her fifties. They were both wearing robes, a far cry from his former overalls.
"And meet up with our other two guests," he went on. "This here's Marge, and her husband, Earl!"
Joe couldn't believe it. She was the same blonde, full-figured Marge who'd seduced him only a few days before! And Earl was the burly, balding fellow who worked in the post office next door to the bank.
He'd felt odd to be seeing the farmer who'd just fucked his wife, but now he felt even odder to be in the presence of Marge's husband. It all must have been arranged that way, though, so he decided to take it in stride.
"I guess you people talk among yourselves," he said, with a smile. "And I guess you plan accordingly."
"Oh, we sure do," the old farmer laughed. "There ain't no secrets here in Orgy Town!"
He paused, and gave the Marge a squeeze, with Earl not minding at all. The bawdy blonde was wearing a robe, too, and one of her great big breasts even came free.
"For instance, this gal told me you did everything but eat her, Joe," he concluded. "Well, you should of, since she tastes great. And I know, because I've fucked her and eaten her sloppy twat a dozen times if I've done it once!"
If there were no secrets, there were also no hang-ups! So Joe took off his clothes, as the others shed their robes. Now everyone was ready for the orgy to begin.
All but Jennifer. And that was because she was wearing something that the others wanted her to leave on!
In the few days since she and her husband had decided to swing again, the short, curvy brunette had been busy. Remembering her plan to buy new outfits, she'd made a call to the city and had had something sent up express.
Now she was in it. And it went a long, or short, way toward blowing everyone's mind!
The dress, which she revealed by taking off her coat dramatically, was made of red imitation leather. Above, it was cut so low that it bared her full, round breasts, including her hard nipples and her puckered areolae. And below, it was cut so high on her swelling thighs that the whole world could see her soft, dark fur and even her moistening labia.
Nor was that all of it. In front, the whole center section was missing, the two halves being held together instead by big, golden rings. So her exciting cleavage and her lush muff would have been visible even if the garment had been cut higher and longer!
"Damn, missy!" the old farmer exclaimed, speaking for all other present. "I like your style!"
"The better to fuck you with," Jennifer purred boldly, giving a seductive wiggle. "And now, let's party, or orgy, on!"
Nobody argued with that. For starters, it was decided that Jenny and the farmer would repeat their recent act, and Joe and Marge would have an encore of theirs. That would leave Earl and the farmer's wife to get into it, which they'd doubtless done often before.
So the old farmer got his cock fully hard, as the women gasped again at how big it was. There was a moment's doubt as to what he and Jennifer would do, but that was settled by her. Moving raunchily to the music, she boogied on over to his taller form. Then, crouching a bit, she took his turgid member between her firm, round tits, going up and down so they rubbed excitingly on it. The slick red dress below them also slid on his balls!
"Oh, yeah, young lady," he sighed, holding onto her bare shoulders to guide her. "Oh, that's the way!"
"Mm-hmm," she responded, her brown eyes gazing wantonly up at him. "Mm-hmm!"
Everyone else was watching, including Joe. But he found that he wasn't angry or jealous at all. Instead, he was immensely turned on by the sight of what his wife was doing, and proud of her as well. That was one of the benefits of being free.
But the old farmer was about to enjoy further benefits. Not only was Jennifer gazing upward; she was licking her lips, too. And it wasn't long before those sensuous lips and that moving tongue found their way to the swollen tip of his long, hard rod.
Just as her husband hadn't eaten Marge, she'd never sucked her own paramour. But that was going to be remedied, right now!
Suddenly, she brought her mouth down on her partner's towering cock and took as much as she could of it in. It was so high that she couldn't even go to her knees, but he held her up under her arms. Her half-crouch only made her look sexier, as her luscious buns came free of her short red dress and wiggled shamelessly.
Jenny sucked the farmer avidly, flaring her nostrils and rolling her eyes. The outline of his love tool was visible in her cheeks as she gave it everything she had in the oral department.
Everyone had exchanged clean bills of health, so it was his naked cock she was doing. They had not only their current pleasure, but also the prospect of his coming in her mouth, which she looked like she wanted to happen!
"Ohhh, missy!" he sighed. "Ohhh!"
He threw his head back, closed his eyes, and clenched his teeth in concentration. This short, curvy gal made all his hard farm work worthwhile.
"Mmmmm," she hummed, doing her own work well. "Slurp, slurp, mmm!"
Then he did come, suddenly and incredibly strongly, his big cock jerking and pumping her mouth full! But she'd known he always had a lot from when he'd showed her his jam-packed rubber, so she was ready. Her white throat moved as she swallowed quickly, and she closed her lips tightly on him. Even so, some of his stuff oozed out the corners of her mouth and ran down her chin.
"Ohhh, yes indeed!" the old farmer bellowed. "Ohhh, that takes the cake!"
"Mmmmm," Jennifer still hummed. "Gulp, gulp, mmm!"
And Joe watched it all. But even then, he wasn't put off.
That was because, while he sorely needed his own cock tended to, the whole act had only made him thirstier for Marge's big, juicy quim.
It was only right that he'd do what he hadn't done in turn, and eat out the brassy blonde.
For Joe and Jennifer, this was going to be a grand night for oral!
After Jenny had licked the farmer's stuff off her lips and wiped her chin, everyone, including the husband, Earl, settled down to watch Marge take head from Joe. By way of position, she plopped her generous butt down on the edge of one of the sofas, spread her thick thighs, and lay back nakedly, her hard-nippled breasts thrusting weightily.
He knelt and came up between her legs, going right for the gold. In this case, it was her golden pubic curls, which he took between his teeth and pulled teasingly.
Then he dove in, as he'd recently done with his dark-haired wife. But where she'd been relaxed at the time, this woman was predictably lustier.
"Oh, eat me, you stud!" Marge gasped, shuddering happily when she felt his lips first touch her labia. "Lick my clit and stick your tongue up my honey hole!"
"With pleasure," he laughed, before he proceeded to do so. "The pleasure is mine!"
At that, Joe opened her up with his fingers and began lapping her freely flowing juices. He'd seen her pussy before and had even had his cock in it, but now he appreciated just how big and mature it was. The tender red folds he was licking seemed endless, as did the passion expressed by the woman above them.
"Yeah, that's it," she sighed, getting every inch of her full, naked flesh into sensuous motion. "Oh, yeah!"
As directed, he found her hard clit and concentrated on that. In fact, she grabbed his head and pulled him to it! He licked all around her joy button, then diddled it quickly with the tip of his tongue. He could actually feel it tingle with arousal.
"Uhhh. Uhhh!" sighed Marge. She'd be ready to come soon!
Joe took a moment to gaze up along her well-endowed body, from her lush yellow muff, to her tensing belly, to her large, heaving breasts. All of her appeared great to him, but her wide-open quim looked best.
It seemed even more beautiful than the rest of her, and the farthest thing from dirty or shameful. He reflected that that was because he was free enough now to view sex as not only natural, but as the best part of life. He took pride in his partner's pussy just as she did, and just as he was proud of his own erect cock!
So he proceeded to happily finish her off. Making his tongue as long and hard as he could, almost like a cock indeed, he plunged it into her opening. He wiggled it around there, exploring her and making even more of her hot juices flow.
"Mmmmm," he hummed. "Mmmmm, mmm, mmm!"
That did it. Marge exploded at him, her quim spasming against his lips. She pulled him even closer and tightened her thick thighs on his head, as if she wanted to eat him up with her pussy just as he was eating her.
He'd had the feeling of being engulfed by her when they'd fucked on his desk, and this was another version of it. A man could lose himself with this big, lusty gal!
"Eeee!" she squealed, in that high-pitched voice she used for coming.
Her body quivered instead of shook, too, like that of a less large woman.
"Eeee!" she shrieked, still putting out her hot, slick stuff. "Eeeeee!"
At last, she released him, and lay back panting happily on the sofa.
"See, I told you she tasted good!" the old farmer grinned.
"I guess the proof is in the tasting," Joe replied, as he stood up, licking his lips.
Then the farmer demonstrated his good taste by opening up a bottle of vintage wine, which everyone enjoyed as they took a short break from the action. Still, it wasn't as delicious or as exciting to drink as the female stuff or the jism that Joe and his wife had just respectively savored.
After that, it was back to the orgy. The six of them switched around now, with Marge's husband, Earl, and the farmer's wife getting into the swing of things.
Burly Earl took on Jennifer on one of the sofas, delighted to be sticking his cock into her black-furred pussy and to be feeling her round, hard-nippled breasts against his chest. She was still wearing the red imitation leather dress, which added to his arousal.
But when Joe, being a good guest, went on to fuck his hostess, he had one of the most surprising encounters of his life.
To put it bluntly, the farmer's dark-haired, fifty-plus wife was scrawny and not too attractive. Seen naked, she had practically no breasts, and the rest of her body was almost without curves.
He'd been with thin women before, such as the blonde model, Bree, and the absence of excess flesh had proved exciting. But this one had next to nothing to hold onto. And her age was somewhat of an obstacle to him, in his mid-thirties.
She embarrassed him by sensing his reluctance and commenting on it.
"I know I'm no prize, young fellow," she said, walking up to him and stroking his nakedness. "But I've got a secret weapon, so to speak. Give me a try, and you'll see."
So he laid her back on the sofa, giving her the benefit of the doubt. At least his cock was hard enough, and he put it to her.
When he did, he could scarcely believe what he was feeling. In short, her pussy was the tightest he'd ever been in! Despite her age and her obvious experience, it was like a virgin's. That was especially amazing when he considered how big her husband's member was.
"I guess I'm just built like this, or I have some sort of natural resilience," the farmer's wife said, reading his thoughts and seeing the delight on his face. "Whatever it is, the fit feels great on me, too."
"That's too weak a word for it," Joe laughed, as he began to thrust hotly, his cock now fully stiff and wildly sensitized. "Woman, you're fantastic!"
Now he didn't even look at the rest of her body or at her eager countenance, although they weren't bad at that. Damn it, but he was totally enthralled by her pussy alone, and with the fabulous things it was doing to him! Was it possible that a man could be in love with just a woman's parts, or a woman with a man's? He didn't want to think so, but the evidence was pretty strong.
He thought of how many unprepossessing women were beautiful under their clothes, and of how many promising ones were not. He also reflected that many lovely women fucked poorly, and that many plain ones balled up a storm. There was no accounting for what happened when it came to sex!
In any event, he enjoyed the present moment to the fullest. He made the farmer's wife come, and then he concentrated on his own pleasure. That "secret weapon" of hers gave him all the kicks he could handle!
"Oh! Oh, yeah!" Joe exulted, as incredible sensations seized his plunging length.
Every inch of his cock was held tight by that pussy he was in, not only at the entrance but all along it. To him, it was worth its weight in gold.
"Yeah! Oh, damn!" he added, feeling it inspire him to a huge climax. "Damn!"
Then he broke, and what an orgasm it was! He'd been taken so high that he could hardly breathe, to a place where the rarefied air made every sensation sharper. It was as if he were on the tip of a mountain, then leaping off into the exhilarating atmosphere, then sailing sublimely downward. His straining body felt almost consumed by the sexual tingles that shot through it.
"Ohhh, yeah!" he bellowed, making the others in the room take notice. "Ohhhhh!"
Finally, after a long, completely ecstatic time, he pumped volumes of his hot, thick stuff.
"See, I told you so," the farmer's wife said with a smile, as he slid his supremely satisfied rod out of her. "I told you, you'd like me once you fucked me."
"Yes, you did," Joe laughed. "And you were right."
"They say that happiness is a tight pussy," she concluded, before they got up from the sofa and turned their attention to the rest of the orgy.
"Truer words were never spoken," he nodded. "And yours is the tightest pussy of all!"
In the meantime, Earl had been fucking Jennifer. They were just finishing up, and it was something to watch.
They were a well-matched couple, since he was thick-bodied and she was short and compact. He was levering his good-sized cock strongly into her, and she was lunging her hips up at him in response.
She was still in the red dress, too, which added to the visual thrill. Above, her hard-nippled breasts had popped completely out of it, and were jogging roundly in rhythm. Below, it was now up around her waist, leaving her luscious buns and her whole hot, sticky quim bare.
"Ohhh, yes!" she was moaning. "Ohhh, give it to me, stud. Yes!"
Her days as a conventional married woman were long gone. She was now taking swinging cock with the best of them!
"Ungh. Ungh. Ungh!" her partner grunted, doing his part, as well. "Ungh!"
He must have been more than enough for his wife, Marge, even as lusty as she was.
Then Earl shot off, and so did Jenny. With an especially strong lunge, he buried his member in her, and she jammed her mound up against him. They stayed frozen like that for a moment, then went into a series of shudders and sighs.
"Uhhhhh!" he gasped, as he pumped his hot stuff inside her.
"Ahhhhh!" she echoed, dissolving in an orgasm that was just as strong.
Now Joe had seen his blushing bride suck off one guy and fuck another one, all in the space of one night.
She sure as hell wasn't blushing anymore!
Probably because they'd happened many times before, the remaining possible combinations among the six people present in the farmhouse didn't occur. Earl didn't ball the old farmer's wife, and the old farmer didn't boff Marge-although they were a sextet, indeed!
Of course, no one thought of making it with their own spouse, because this was a swinging party, after all!
Instead, their host uncorked another bottle of his vintage wine, and they sat around naked, sipping it and winding down.
But Jennifer kept on her red dress, which now bore traces of spunk!
"I've got a sneaking suspicion that my wife and I are being managed," Joe commented, as he sipped his wine.
"Aw, shucks," the old farmer laughed. "You city folks are too smart. But you've hit the nail on the head. Starting up with you and Marge and me and Jenny, and going on through tonight, we townfolks have had a plan. We wanted to limber you up by stages, to get you into the swing of Orgy Town-and I do mean, "swing!"
"Then there is something bigger," said Joe. "It's not just small groups in private homes."
"Young fellow, there's positively nothing private about it!" the farmer's wife, she of the sublime pussy, chimed in. "Every month, when the moon is full, the whole town fucks as one!"
Joe and Jennifer could hardly believe it, but they weren't about to put it down. They'd stumbled upon Peyton Place, but now it was also one of those villages that had ancient fertility rites, passed down and translated into modern terms!
"Yeah, we even do it in the fields, when the weather's warm enough," the farmer confirmed, reading the initiates' thoughts. "But for now, there's that old lodge hall that's above the general store. Didn't you ever wonder what goes on up there?"
"I can guess," Joe chuckled.
"Well, you won't have to guess much longer," said the farmer's wife. "Because next Thursday night is the next full moon!"
After such a revelation, all that Jenny and Joe could do was to thank their hosts and go home, speechless, to bed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
During the six days that followed, the couple from the city went about their daily routines as usual. They performed their duties at the bank and at the travel agency, but there was a lot more on their minds.
And that was S-E-X. Joe often found his cock to be hard and dripping, and Jennifer's pussy seemed to be moist at any hour of the day.
Nor were they slow to act upon the situation, in suspense as they might be. They found that the whole thing made them ready at a moment's notice, to fuck up a storm with each other!
One afternoon, he came home to find her leaning over the kitchen sink, washing off some carrots for supper. But it turned out that she had to deal with his big, stiff "carrot," instead!
"Hi, honey," he said in greeting, hunching down a bit and stepping up behind her.
She was wearing a short black skirt, and his hard-on pressed right between her firm, round buns.
"Hi," she responded happily. "Does this mean what I think it does?"
"Damn right," he laughed, unzipping himself and letting his bare cock spring up against the cloth. "It's time to fuck again!"
He went on to flip up her skirt and pull down her panties. She wiggled her smooth, naked cheeks against him, sending jolts of sexual electricity along his throbbing shaft. My, it was great to be having such a sudden encounter with someone you loved!
"like this?" she questioned. "Are you going to put it to my pussy right here, from behind?"
"Damn right," he said again. "Though I'll have to lift you up and put you over the edge of the sink."
"Lift away," she purred. "Dinner can wait!"
So he got her short, compact body high enough, then plunged on it. She felt great from that direction, with her soft black fur tickling his balls. Holding onto her round breasts in the white top she was wearing, as she supported herself by gripping the back of the sink, he was able to fuck her handily. Her feet came up off the floor as she balanced there, taking his cock.
"Ohhh, yes!" Jennifer exclaimed, her hot juice flowing freely. "Put it to me any day and any way, but please put it to me!"
"I will," Joe responded, his cock getting even bigger and harder as he thrust away. "Yes, I am!"
As had happened before, they were turned on even more by the contrast of being fully dressed except that their naked genitals were meeting. And as they gazed out the kitchen window at the rural landscape behind the house, they could almost imagine going at it there under a full moon, like the old farmer had said.
"This is great, but I can hardly wait until orgy time," she panted.
"Me either," he laughed. "But I think I'm really the one who's hard!"
Then they came, being inspired by the whole idea of what they'd done, were doing, and were about to do. He buried himself deeply in her and underwent a quick, strong climax, which she mirrored instantly. No matter how many others they might fuck, they were attuned to each other best.
"Oh, yeah!" they sighed in unison. "Ohhh. Ohhh. Ohhh. Ohhhhh!"
He got so carried away that he slipped out of her before he'd pumped all his stuff. The remainder shot between her legs and hit the front of the sink cabinet, then ran on down to the floor.
"Can't you be a little more careful?" she joked, as she slid down to her feet and mopped it up with a towel, after doing the same to what was oozing out of her pussy. "I'm trying to keep our new kitchen clean.
"Sorry," he laughed, taking the towel and helping her, being turned on as well by the messy aspects of sex. "I guess I'm just your sloppy, garden-variety stud!"
Then, soon enough, it was Thursday night, and they were on their way to their first all-town orgy!
Joe and Jennifer stood in front of the general store. That part of the building was closed and dark, but the same couldn't be said about the old lodge hall above it. Light streamed from the tall windows, and a steady stream of adults climbed the outside stairway to the door.
The two new arrivals joined the pleasure-seeking throng, being joined by Marge and Earl, and the farmer and his wife, on their way. Suddenly, they found themselves in a spacious room filled with about two hundred people, most of them already naked and pairing off with someone other than their spouse!
The interior was just as surprising as the farmhouse living room had been. Instead of the drab, spartan space that the exterior of the building led one to expect, it was appointed with every luxurious, sybaritic feature.
Joe and Jenny saw red, flocked wallpaper, deep, matching carpeting, and dozens of soft, crimson couches set in rows. Bulbs glowed softly in brass chandeliers, exotic incense perfumed the air, and sensuous music filled their ears, getting them into a sexy mood immediately.
There was even a mural depicting couples fucking in a variety of positions, and jars of condoms were placed strategically around the room. This was how it was in Orgy Town!
The two of them stripped naked and split up, each intent upon their own new, hot encounter.
Nor did it take long for them to find it!
Actually, the woman found Joe before he found her. She bounced right up to him, totally and happily naked.
"Hi, I'm Barbi," she gushed. "You're new here. Do you want to get acquainted? Do you want to fuck?"
It was so easy, he reflected. But it was just as exciting, or more so, if things were free, as they were now. This orgy scene lent a whole new dimension to sex, and one he knew he was going to like a lot!
"Sure," he replied, feeling his cock get hard already. "How could I not?"
He looked Barbi over, and saw a woman not un-like Jennifer. But she was younger, about twenty, he guessed, and that provided an added thrill. It would be sort of like going back to when his wife was that age.
This young woman was a bit taller, but she had the same dark hair, the same curvy figure, and above all, the same large, round breasts. She was more ebullient than Jenny, though, because of her youth.
Every inch of her bouncy body seemed to broadcast sex into the air. Her dark eyes danced with lust, and her little mouth looked wanton. Her nipples were hard, and her pussy, under a patch of dark fur, was already moist, as if it was always that way.
She was a totally free spirit, and must have been spending her entire adult life fucking every guy she could get her hands on. This Barbi was an absolute bundle of joy!
So he let her lead him over to a vacant sofa, which she did by taking hold of his hard cock, no less! She got a rubber out of one of the jars, and tore open the package with her gleaming white teeth. Then, kneeling delightfully down, she rolled it onto him, using her sexy mouth for that procedure, too.
But this wasn't to be an oral encounter. Instead, she got up, bounded back onto the couch, stretched out her arms to him, and spread her luscious thighs. He was driven wild by the sight of her upstanding breasts and her wet, pink pussy.
"Come on," Barbi giggled. "Don't just stand there. Let's fuck!"
It was the most natural thing in the world to do, and Joe surely did it. Even though dozens of other couples in the room were doing the same, adding to the atmosphere, he was really unconscious of them. All he wanted to do was to enjoy this young vixen to the fullest!
So he got over her and plunged his throbbing member all the way into her, in one smooth, excited stroke. And, as he got into a strong rhythm, she responded in kind. Every inch of her stacked body got into the action, her smooth flesh quivering, her buns and her tummy tensing, and her round breasts jogging up and down. She simply exuded sex!
"Ohhh, yeah," Barbi moaned in a high voice, a smile on her cute face. "Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, yeah!"
She looked right into his eyes, as if to say what a totally great thing sex was.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh," he responded, getting really carried away with her. "Ohhh, this is amazing!"
He gloried in the sensation of her hot, tight pussy on his thrusting length.
Then she suddenly went off. Obviously, this woman would be so orgasmic that it wouldn't take much to make her pop. She could probably come without even fucking, maybe just by thinking about it!
"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh!" she shrieked, her curvy body going into an absolute frenzy.
Her juices rushed, and he could feel her pussy contract maddeningly around him.
"Ohhh! Ohhh!" Barbi exulted. "Ohhhhh!"
She grabbed his shoulders, hugged him with her legs, rolled her dark head from side to side, and actually drooled with delight as she came to the utmost.
Joe looked down between them at her big round breasts, her smooth tummy, and his cock buried deeply under her dark fur.
At that moment, he was the happiest guy on the face of the earth!
"Hey, you forgot to come!" Barbi said, as he pulled his rod out of her and got to his feet.
"Yeah, I guess I did forget," Joe laughed. "I must have been so caught up in your performance!"
"Well, we can't have that," the sexpot purred. "We're gonna fix it right now. And I've got an idea that'll make it even better for you!"
At that, she got up, went to her purse, and came back with a bottle of oil! She handed it to him, then spread a piece of clear, protective plastic on the couch and lay back down on it.
"Pour some of that stuff on me," she directed. "You'll see what a charge it'll give you!"
He obeyed, starting with her breasts. Smiling wantonly up at him, she rubbed it all over their firm, round surfaces, twirling her fingers around her hard nipples and puckered areolae. Of course, her massive mams appeared much better oily.
"See?" Barbi giggled, writhing around. "Don't I look just fine?"
"Finer than fine," he replied, driven wild by the sight. "The slippery look becomes you."
"Well, it feels even better," she said. "To me, and to you. So pour on some more, then come back and find out!"
He did as she'd asked, dribbling it down her sexy tummy. She similarly rubbed it around, working it into her navel, her dark fur, and especially her slit. When she was done, she was dripping with the stuff.
Then he got over and into her again, immediately becoming all oily himself. It was as if her pussy juice had spread to her whole, sex-charged body!
Now Joe fucked her like a man inspired. His cock moved so easily in her tight, slick pussy, which was lubricated not only with her natural juices but also with the outside fluid. He lunged hotly and strongly, his own organ feeling as long, thick, and hard as it ever had.
Thrilling as it was, though, that wasn't the whole of it. As he moved in close contact, his body also slipped and slid all over Barbi's curvy, round-breasted form. In the process, every inch of his front seemed to become as sensitized as his cock! Now he knew how some people could have an orgasm without even fucking.
"Ohhh, this is fantastic!" he exclaimed. "Ohhh, I'm going to come right now!"
"Be my guest," she panted, her dark eyes gleaming and her young, oily body convulsing. "Because I just did, again!"
So he let go, and what a climax it was! It rushed from his wildly jerking rod, to his flushed face, to his curling toes.
He felt like an athlete crossing the finish line, totally physical, his every muscle straining then glorying in the release. The sensation in his cock was supremely strong and sharp, aided by the way it moved in the oil.
"Oh, yeah!" he shouted, pumping his rubber full. "Oh, what a blast. Oh! Oh, yeah!"
"Well, I think we got your rocks off," Barbi purred delightedly and delightfully, as he finally pulled out of her. "So, welcome to Orgy Town!"
Joe stood up and looked around the hall. There were so many couples going at it, not to mention larger combinations, that he didn't know what to do next.
But the luscious young nympho was still on the couch. Her thighs remained spread, and she had both hands between them, her forefingers casually diddling her cute little joy button.
"While you're thinking it over," she cooed, "why don't you eat me?"
"You just don't quit, do you?" he responded incredulously. "But, sure. I'm a little thirsty anyway after a fucking workout like that!"
So he went prone again and came up between her legs, running his hands over them along the way. He replaced her fingers with his hard tongue, although she kept them down there to spread her labia. He looked up along her stacked body and saw her breasts raised to bursting roundness by her reaching arms, her hard nipples crowning them. This wasn't hard to take, at all!
Then he buried her nose in her dark muff and gave her the best head he knew how to. He licked her clit avidly, making her young pussy spasm and sending shivers of pleasure through her wriggling form. The oil was still there, and it must have been flavored, since it tasted great, along with the taste of her own stuff. Everything about this twenty-year-old was delicious!
"Eeee! Eeee! Eeee!" she squealed as he tended to her. "Eeee!"
"Mmmmm!" he responded. "Mmmmm!"
In addition, he stuck his middle finger up inside her and worked it around. That made her come instantly, since she didn't need much. How many orgasms had she already had in her life? It must have been millions.
"Eeee!" she repeated, screaming now, her quim tightening on his finger and her clit vibrating against his tongue.
This Barbi knew how to receive as well as give!
Joe stood up once more. Now they were really done, or at least he was. He'd laid her and eaten her, and his cock wasn't quite ready for her to suck him.
But the bold young nympho was still hot to trot. And her next encounter arrived in the form of someone he knew very well!
During his session, Jennifer must have been enjoying one of her own. She suddenly appeared at his side, all flushed and happy, her nipples hard and her pussy visibly moist.
"Did you have a good time?" she asked him.
"What do you think?" he laughed.
"Well, I think I like your body, woman," answered Barbi instead, and addressing his wife, not him. "And I know I'd love to feel it on mine!"
Joe and Jenny looked at each other. Their unspoken thought was that she'd never gone lesbian before.
But there on the couch was this tantalizing creature, all slick and naked and smiling wantonly up at them. It was a seduction that was impossible to resist!
"So, how about it?" Jennifer questioned. "This whole scene is so free that I'm tempted to try anything."
"It's not for me to say," he replied. "But if it was, I'd probably say to go for it."
"All right, then, I will," she nodded.
"Thank goodness that's settled," said Barbi, stretching out her arms. "I thought I was gonna have to fuck myself!"
And then it began. Jennifer lowered herself to the other woman, for the first time in her life feeling breasts against her own. She got one of her legs between her younger partner's, too, so that juicy pussies contacted swelling thighs.
"See, it's easy," Barbi told her. "And you're not only getting right into it, you're doing it to me!"
They began writhing sensuously together, panting and heaving with lesbo lust. The novelty of having female, not male flesh contacting her nakedness practically blew Jenny's mind.
"Ohhh, wow!" she gushed. "What am I doing? But I'm not about to stop!"
"No, don't stop," purred her partner. "Don't stop until you've sent us through the roof!"
Seeing his wife with another woman did wild things to Joe.
For one thing, he wasn't as jealous as if it had been a man, although he wasn't truly jealous at all.
For another thing, he was incredibly turned on by the sight. He'd always been aroused by the concept of it, but now it was real, and it was his own wife.
For a third, there was the fact that he'd just fucked the other woman himself.
But there was a further thing, that didn't relate to those issues, and that had even made several other people at the orgy walk over and watch alongside him.
It was this. The two women's bodies were so similar that they were almost a matched pair. It was as if they'd been meant to be together, like two long-separated halves of a feminine whole.
Indeed, Jennifer's and Barbi's breasts were identical. The way the women were lying off-center, their large round boobs were even alternating, making for not just two matched sets, but a row of four, facing down, up, down, and up. All in all, it was a remarkable sight!
But the two humping nymphos weren't conscious of that. Instead, they were concentrating on their pleasure, trying their mightiest to bring each other off. Jenny, on top, was new to it, but she was a quick learner. She just did what came naturally, and was finding out that being a lesbian was as easy as riding a bicycle or falling off a log!
"Yeah, that's it!" Barbi moaned. "Wow, you're good already. Rub your leg on my pussy a little more. Yeah. Oh, yeah!"
"And your flesh feels so great on me," her partner responded. "I still prefer men, but I sure do like lesbo loving!"
More and more hotly they went at it, until they got off like crazy. Jennifer found that her breasts were involved in it, too, more than they'd ever been with a man. Maybe it was because they were contacting another woman's tits, and there was an empathy of the flesh there. At any rate, she was having a high old time.
"Oh! Ohhhhh!" she shouted, as she hunched even more wildly, and came and came and came. Her juice rushed forth and covered her lover's smooth, firm thigh.
"Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Eeeeee!" shrieked Barbi, climaxing yet again. Whether it was with a man or with a woman, the young sexpot had an endless supply of big O's!
Then Jenny dismounted, looking pleased as punch about her new experience. She lay on her back, still half on her partner, as both of them reached down and fingered themselves to prolong the afterglow.
And their upstanding breasts still looked like perfectly matched pairs!
"Well, I did it," Jennifer sighed happily, addressing her loving husband.
Joe was glad she remembered he was there. He'd been worried that once she'd gone lesbo, she wouldn't go back.
"You sure did," he laughed, reaching down to stroke her naked, heaving form.
His cock was embarrassingly hard from watching. Or it would have been embarrassing if he hadn't been at an orgy!
"Well, you two have really had all of me!" Barbi giggled. "And like you might have guessed, I'm the sweet little thing who helps initiate all the newcomers to town. I'm like a welcome wagon with a pussy and tits!"
"I thought so," he sighed. "But what do you do when a cock's hard like mine, and all the action's over?"
"Simple," said the young nympho. "I just reach up and jerk it off!"
And she certainly did, bringing him to a strong, satisfying release with only a few well-placed strokes. Having seen what he'd just seen, it didn't take much!
The old farmer walked up.
"Are you folks having fun, or are you having fun?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
"We're not complaining," chuckled Joe.
"Well, then, you'll be ready for the next act," he said. "The one where you're the star of the show!"
"I was afraid of that," Jenny responded, shaking her dark head but not really meaning it. "You all would obviously want to see your new swingers perform."
"That's right," the farmer nodded. "You, missy, are about to have the treat of taking on as many men as you want."
He paused.
"And you, guy," he concluded, "can rest awhile, since dicks aren't ready again as soon as pussies. But after that, you've got all the women you need!"
So a space was cleared in the middle of the room, and a single red-upholstered couch was placed there. Then everyone gathered around for the festivities to begin.
For Joe and Jennifer, it was nice work if you could get it, and you could get it if you swung.
And it surely was a long way from the city to Orgy Town!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jennifer lay back on the couch, her compact, curvy body looking endlessly appetizing. After what had happened already, she was as sex-charged as Barbi was all the time, and ready for anything.
Soon enough, some studs gathered around her. They were of various ages and builds, but they had one important thing in common.
Their cocks were hard, and except for their condoms, they were buck naked!
While Barbi and a couple of other swinging women stood by to take on any overflow, this was really Jenny's moment. So she selected a young, dark-haired guy, stretched out her arms to him and spread her legs and her pussy, and began.
He was over her and into her in a minute. Actually, most of these guys would be "minute-men," since there were so many waiting! Supporting himself on his elbows, he thrust strongly and deeply. He looked down between them to see her round, upright breasts bouncing in rhythm, since they were probably her best feature.
"Let me extend my own personal welcome to Orgy Town!" he laughed.
It was all so free and upfront that it did her nympho heart good.
"This certainly is a personal welcome!" she responded, bucking her hot, wet pussy up at him.
She came quickly, giving a little wiggle and letting it rush over her. She didn't want to get too involved, since she'd have to come a lot and she needed to save her strength! On the other hand, she was so primed by now that she might have enough orgasms for everyone. She was so charged with sex, too, that she might have the staying power!
"Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Ahhhhh!" she sighed.
"Ungh. Ungh. Ungh. Ohhhhh!" echoed her partner, as he, too, went over the top and pumped his rubber full.
Jennifer was losing count of how many men she'd fucked since she'd discovered her true, orgy-loving nature!
The next guy was older, with blond hair and a mustache. He reminded her of the classic image of a male swinger, the kind of guy who hung out in singles bars.
But in Orgy Town, every man swung, and so there was no image. Look at the old farmer, for example!
This guy wanted to put it to her pussy from behind, so she turned over and got up on her hands and knees. Because of the different feeling that would provide, she surely had no objection. In fact, she glanced over her shoulder, reached back, and slapped one of her smooth, firm cheeks, as if to say, "Come here!"
Nor was he slow to do so. Kneeling at her rear, he ran the tip of his rod down her cleft, making her shiver with anticipation. Then he found her fur-framed opening and penetrated her deftly. Yes, she was open all night!
Holding onto her waist, he thrust energetically, using his whole, turgid length. She rocked her compact, curvy body back at him. Her breasts hung and swung, her hard nipples pointing downward. There was the exciting sound of flesh on bare, sexy flesh as his front met her buns and the backs of her tightened thighs.
' With murmurs and sighs, the onlookers at the orgy expressed their approval, and for a moment Jennifer looked up and around at them. Once, she would have been ashamed to be in a position like this, but that was all changed now. Instead, her dark eyes simply seemed to say, "Look at me. I'm taking on all comers in public, and I'm enjoying every naughty, hot minute of it!"
And they were "comers," indeed! No sooner had she gone through another tingly, quivering orgasm, than the guy in her shot off like a cannon.
"Oh, yeah. Yeah!" he gasped, as he buried his cock deeply one more time and pumped his rubber full.
"I'm so glad you made it," she said, smiling over her smooth shoulder. But then something wilder, less orderly, and more challenging happened.
Yet Jenny was more than up for that, too!
To make a long story short, there were too many studs in line. So, lest her "performance" go on all night, she came to the conclusion that she'd have to take them on more than one at a time. Nor would anyone argue with that, since it would be all the more exciting.
And it took the following form. Sliding off the couch and to her knees on the carpeted floor, she suddenly became not only the center of attention, but also, as the guys gathered loyally around her, the center of a veritable army of erect cocks!
There were two men standing behind her, their rods sticking over her shoulders so that she could look from side to side and see their swollen red tips.
There were three in front, jockeying for position for her to suck them, with their fine members pointing right at her gaping mouth.
There was even a guy lying on his back on the floor, trying to slide feet-first between her legs so he could arch up and get his cock in her pussy.
And that one, to her amazement, was her dear husband, Joe!
"I hope there isn't any rule against balling your own wife here," he grinned. "Because my balls are ready to explode!"
"Far from it, young fellow," the old farmer told him. "Go right ahead. And this kind of scene ought to really turn you on!"
Jennifer knew, too, that she'd think of this arrangement whenever she fucked her husband from then on. If simple swinging could enliven a marriage, how about this kind of thing? And it was inversely kinky for him to be among the strange studs.
But now it was high time for action. And plenty of action there was!
The six cocks pushed closer. If there was always more sperm than was needed, now there were more male organs! She dealt with them, though, with wanton ingenuity.
She reached up and grabbed the two that were over her shoulders. Stroking them deftly, she soon had their owners moaning with sheer delight.
She also let them rub against her neck, which made her nipples harden, her breasts ache, her tummy tingle, and her dark-furred pussy drip. The contact combined with the whole idea of what she was doing to make her short, curvy body go crazy with lust!
"Ohhh, damn!" the guys sighed from behind her. "Ohhh. Ohhh!"
"Yeah, go for it," she coached them, getting literally into the swing of things.
"Ohhh!" But she could say no more, because the three turgid rods in front of her were begging for attention. So, while maintaining the hand jobs, she started in to blow!
Still keeping some semblance of order, Jennifer moved from left to right. She opened her hot mouth wide and took in the first cock, giving it a few strong sucks. Then she moved on to the next, and the next, after which she repeated the process. The guys stood there, hands on hips and bodies straining with pleasure.
"Uh-huh," they sighed. "Ohhh, yeah!"
"Mmmmm," she moaned softly.
Her own full gratification wasn't being neglected. Glancing down between her round, hard-nippled breasts, she saw another rod pushing up to find her pussy. Joe had completed his move, and was lying right between her legs! From her kneeling position, she lowered herself a bit, and soon he was buried well inside her, making her joy familiar and complete.
"Oh, amazing!" her husband exclaimed. "Oh, incredible. Oh!"
For a good long time, Jenny had sex with those six guys at once. Her whole world had already changed, but now she saw even greater vistas opening up before her. What if she were to be a true nympho like Barbi, and take on hundreds of cocks if she'd taken on a dozen? What if she were to fuck the whole fucking world, indeed?
But all good things had to come to an end, and come, they surely did!
First, the two over-the-shoulder guys got their rocks off. She'd been stroking their members faster and faster, and suddenly her efforts were rewarded. Almost simultaneously, they pulsated and pumped in her busy hands.
"Oh, yeah!" the studs attached to them shouted. "Oh, what a charge!"
She felt their hairy balls against the hollow of her neck, which was an added turn-on. Even better, though, was what happened at the finish.
Unnoticed by her, they had taken off their rubbers, since those wouldn't be needed in such a situation. So she was treated to the sight of long streams of their j ism shooting out from the area of her face!
Then the three horny men in front of her responded to her oral attention. One by one, they went through powerful climaxes, that she could watch close up. She was astounded to be the focus of so much intimate male attention. And she was in charge.
"Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Yes!" exclaimed the first guy, as she concentrated all her sucking on him until he was through. He kept his condom on, but she could still feel his stuff fill the end in her hungry mouth.
"That's it. That's it. Ohhh, damn!" ejaculated the second stud, as she repeated her performance on him. Then he ejaculated in a better sense of the word!
And the third man followed. Since he'd had to wait until last, she gave him especially good treatment, using her hard tongue on the underside of his love tool, pursing her lips, and looking wantonly up at him with her dark eyes. Now he experienced a massive orgasm, one that made his knees buckle, nearly putting him on the floor.
"Oh, fuck!" he gasped, his whole body shaking. "Oh, this is too much!"
Then he pumped so much and so strongly in her mouth that she thought his rubber would burst and she'd get some hot jism to swallow, after all!
And that left Joe.
All that time, her loving husband had been underneath her kneeling form, sticking his familiar cock up into her steaming pussy as best he could. But now, as the other five guys satisfiedly withdrew, she was able to give him her full concentration. So she sank down, and soon she was humping him cowgirl style in the way it should be done.
"Honey, I just fucked five other guys in one fell swoop!" she mused, meeting his eyes.
Her hands were on his chest, her round breasts were thrusting strongly forward, and her hips were lunging at his fully-engorged rod. Her own eyes, she knew, must look drunk with sex.
"But I don't think you shrunk them!" he joked, showing her it was all okay. "At least not until the end."
They both seemed to be conscious that it was fitting to finish up like this, with just the two of them. It demonstrated that no matter how often one of them swung, or with how many, they'd always come back to each other. It was a wild kind of marriage, but what a marriage it was!
So they went on to come, and it proved to be the best climax of the group encounter. He kept lunging upward, and she rode him like a wild woman. His every muscle flexed, and her short, curvy body quivered like crazy. It was hard to tell when they did finally let loose, since the whole act was like one big orgasm from beginning to end.
"Ohhh, yeah!" Joe struggled to shout, when his cock went off and he gave her his all.
"Ohhhhh!"
He reached up, grabbed her marvelous breasts, and squeezed them just hard enough.
"Ahhh. Ahhh!" Jennifer echoed, her pussy spasming out of control as she joined him in happy land. "Ahhh. Ahhh. Ahhhhh!"
And she felt his warm, soothing stuff wash her insides, since he hadn't had to wear a rubber, either.
At last, her stupendous session was over. She struggled nakedly to her feet, letting her husband's cock slip out of her. Her dark hair was tousled, her pretty face was flushed, and she felt like she'd had the best kind of workout of her life.
She felt like a libertine, too, as she had when Joe had eaten her on the sofa at home. But now it was more like some ancient Roman empress, some outrageous queen of those who fucked freely!
There was one thing more. Slowly, she became conscious again of her surroundings, of the small-town hall, the opulent furnishings, and the multitude of people looking on. But her sensation wasn't as much visual as aural.
Quite simply, everyone at Orgy Town was clapping their hands and cheering her for a job well done!
And then it was Joe's turn.
When he'd fucked Jennifer just now, he'd been aware of the fact that he'd soon have to make it with a lot more women, as the old farmer had told him. As a newcomer and an initiatee, he'd have to put on a performance just as his wife had.
But Joe felt more than adequate to do it. Indeed, as he also stood up, his cock was already renewed. The whole scene had made him like a satyr, possessed of more virility than he'd believed possible in his wildest dreams.
So he selected a couple of naked, comely lasses and led them over to the centrally located couch. He was just lying back between them when the old farmer, that unofficial master of ceremonies and even mayor of Orgy Town, walked up.
"Excuse me, but I've got a better idea," he said, waving the two women away. "And I hope all you folks won't mind if I break tradition a bit."
The others present murmured that they wouldn't.
"You see, my friend, you're supposed to take on a lot of women," the farmer continued. "But what if it was to be a lot of woman, in the singular? And what if she was the most 'singular' woman you ever saw?"
Now the others reacted more strongly, since they must have known where the old guy was going. In fact, they almost cheered again.
But the farmer prolonged the suspense.
"Did you ever have one of those wet dreams where the gal is too good to be true?" he asked Joe, who nodded. "Where her buns aren't just like firm ripe melons, but like balloons? And where her tits, heaven help you, are as big as her buns? Where you're maybe looking at her from behind, ready to walk up, grab all that woman and stick it to her pussy, and her boobs are so big you can see practically all of them sticking out to her sides? And where you turn her around instead, and it's even better, because her tits are standing out a good eight inches and her nipples are like silver dollars, and her pussy hair is like a forest? Where's she's really two women, like those gals you were just now going to fuck, in one?"
"Damn, you've got a flair for the dramatic," his listener sighed. "Of course I've had dreams like that. What red-blooded guy hasn't?"
"Well, I'm here to tell you that if there's any place dreams come true, it's here in Orgy Town," the old farmer grinned, as the other citizens smiled with him. "You see, I could hardly believe it myself, but I found such a woman on one of my trips, and I moved heaven and earth to bring her here. It just goes to show that if you believe and look long enough, you'll find what you've always desired."
He paused, as Joe's mouth began unconsciously to gape open.
"With all due respect, she's bigger and better than Marge," the old guy went on. "She's sexier than Barbi, too. And, to be frank about it, she's more of 'secret weapon' than my own wife's tight pussy!"
He paused again.
"We keep her under wraps," he concluded. "We only bring her out on special occasion like this one, and often not even then. But you seem like you're a great guy, and so you deserve her."
Now Joe found himself panting.
A curtain parted at the end of the room. He felt like he'd faint with anticipation and lust. Although he'd thought nothing more was possible, he was about to have the most colossal experience of his existence.
"Ladies and gents," the old farmer declaimed, "presenting.. . Myra!"
CHAPTER NINE
There was only one word that came close to describing Myra, and that word was "ultimate." As she walked smilingly and nakedly into the room and up to him, just the sight of her nearly knocked Joe over backward.
She was just as the old farmer had described her, but even more stupendous in the flesh. His words couldn't do total justice to someone who was like an ancient fertility goddess, and who was the apotheosis of womanhood, period.
Myra had feathery blonde hair that fell down her bare back and over her perfectly squared shoulders. Her face was beautiful and sensuous, and her limbs were graceful. She was just the right height, neither too tall nor too short for an average man to fully enjoy.
But it was her torso that would blow a man away, and that she herself appeared to be most conscious of. However, that was as it should be, since the ancients had made idols of the same. To say that her shape resembled an hourglass wasn't enough, because her curves were even stronger than such.
Her breasts were indeed magnificent, each easily as large as her head and with the smooth roundness of a world globe. She turned, and her buns were-likewise, exhibiting a long, deep cleavage. A man's cock could easily disappear between each perfect pair, fore or aft, and many men's surely had.
To set it all off, her waist was narrow, dividing her into two almost identical halves. And her sensuous mouth above, and her yellow-furred quim below, must equally have sent countless men to dreamland.
Myra appeared to be about thirty, but she could have been any age. She was as ageless and timeless as sex itself!
But the true miracle was that men weren't put off by her, just as Joe wasn't now. Instead of making them wonder if they were adequate, her whole body and manner inspired them to the ultimate lust, and made their members longer, thicker, and harder than they'd ever been before. That was the proper function of a sex goddess, too.
A hush fell over the room in the presence of so much woman. Not a word was spoken, because it didn't need to be. Myra simply lay back on the couch, spread her incredible thighs, and beckoned to her newest lover. Moving as if in a trance he got on top of her, prepared like a worshipper to give her her due.
Her quim, when he entered it, was marvelous, an utmost fount of femininity. It was silky and tight, fitting his plunging rod like a glove and virtually sucking it in. He wondered if it even changed to accommodate every different man she entertained.
But it was the rest of her, her fabulous, overblown body, that really made it happen. Her huge breasts supporting him, her smooth belly against his, and her fantastic thighs to either side rendered him lost on a sea of cushiony yet firm delight. As he thrust, he had visions of fabled cities and of a thousand and one nights of absolute bliss.
"Ohhh. Ohhh!" he sighed deeply, meeting her happy, light blue eyes and getting lost in them as well.
Still, Myra didn't respond verbally. The old farmer had said that he'd found her on one of his trips, and now Joe wondered if it hadn't been through time travel to the past. Maybe her language was an ancient one, and that was why she didn't speak.
But her body language was ample enough, and as ancient as what she was engaged in. She didn't need to express her pleasure, because it was spontaneous and inherent. Indeed, her figure was such that she hardly even had to move.
"Ohhh! Ohhhhh!" he sighed again, as he found himself climaxing easily but with supreme strength.
Her hands reached up to steady him on her as he strained, and their touch was like velvet on his back. He was carried off to paradise, and his only regret was that he had come so soon.
But that wasn't to be a problem, not with this wondrous creature. A man would not only have the joy of experiencing her in a variety of positions, he would also be stimulated to a new erection for every one!
So Joe slid his member out of her and stood up, as Myra joined him. In the center of the room and of the orgy, he was the cynosure of every man, and she the envy of every woman. At that moment, the two of them were sex incarnate.
Now he explored her body as he hadn't had the chance to do before. Facing her, he lifted her breasts in his hands, finding their weight enough to tax his arms and their width too great for his palms and fingers to span. He then reached behind and essayed her buns, which proved truly to be twins of what was up in front.
He kissed her deeply, startled to feel her sucking on his tongue just as her quim had pulled his cock. He also embraced her, melding his body to hers. As a man, he should have been thicker-bodied than she, but that wasn't the case with her remarkable build. She was at least fifteen inches from back to front, and his arms had to stretch to encompass her.
But his cock was stiff again, standing up between them with its sensitive underside contacting her belly, and he needed to do more than explore. Little did he know, however, what form she now wanted the sex to be.
Myra lay back on the couch once more, her arms and her eyes beckoning. When he moved to mount her, though, she closed her legs. For a moment, he was confused, thinking that she suddenly didn't want an encore after all.
But that was before she motioned for him to straddle her, and to do so much higher than her hips. His head throbbed, and he gasped with lust.
He'd never imagined she'd actually let him make love to her colossal breasts!
That was what she was offering, however, and that was what he did. Getting into position, he slid his burgeoning rod into her cleavage from below. She'd lubricated it with some juice from her quim, and his own dripping did the rest. He was enclosed in a warm, tight tunnel that was like a quim in itself.
And her breasts were so large and firm that she didn't even need to hold them up with her hands to make a proper channel. They were so extensive, too, that when he thrust, his cock didn't even come out above them!
"Ohhh, damn," Joe moaned, as he levered with his hips and thrust rapidly. He reached down and played with her nipples, which were easily the biggest he'd ever been that close to, as well.
"Ohhhhh!" he exclaimed, hunching madly, as the others at the orgy urged him on.
Myra just lay there gazing up at him, her arms at her sides and her legs stretched out. He wondered if he should reach back and try to stroke her clitoris, or why she didn't do it herself. While he was in awe of her, he had enough presence of mind to consider her pleasure, too.
But goddesses like her apparently had their ecstasies well in hand. Without the touch of a cock or a hand indeed, she suddenly shuddered under him and came strongly.
"Through your tits?" he inquired incredulously. "That was all it took?"
She smiled and nodded. But then it was time to reenter, as it were, the palace of dreams.
He came long and strongly, continuing to thrust. If she had climaxed by means of just her mammaries, she'd so sensitized his cock that he thought he could have done the same without even touching her. He might have pulled out, stood up, and shot his stuff all over the room.
But it was much better where he was. The thought of it alone, plus the sensation of her flesh against his made for a legendary release.
"Ohhh, yes!" he gasped, his temples throbbing, as he pumped inside it, his jism even vanishing in that capacious channel without a trace. "Ohhhhh!"
Joe slid his cock out and got to his feet again. Myra joined him, and he set out once more to explore her fabulous, naked form. It was obvious to both that their encounter wasn't over.
But his investigation took a new form, subliminally guided by her. He studied and embraced her, but this time it was with her back to him!
He viewed her breasts thrusting far out to her sides, but doing so not because they hung loosely that way. He knew very well that they were huge enough to still meet in front, because he'd just been there with his cock.
And where a rear view of most women provided only a glimpse of breasts, with her, he was seeing practically all of them. In fact, most women's bosoms didn't have rear views!
But her top half wasn't really what he was after. Looking lower, he feasted his eyes on her buns, those world globes of delight. They were firm and faultless, massive but absolutely bursting with sex. And they indeed created a cleavage almost identical to her other one.
So he hugged her, at least glorying in the feel of her breasts, held from that direction, in his hands. But his cock standing up hard between her buns told him in what manner he was going to approach her now!
Myra lay face down on the couch, her feathery blonde hair cascading down her smooth back. Her marvelous buns were thrust upward, but more from their natural shape and size than from her making them so. The channel between them would be more than adequate for what was in mind, without even the thought of a further form of posterior pleasure.
Joe positioned himself again, but this time straddling her rear instead of her chest. Now, too, he lubricated himself in her juice below.
Sitting upright and not even touching her with his hands, he began once more to lever and thrust. When he did, he discovered a capacity, and a sensation, that was virtually the same as what he'd experienced a short time before.
This woman, this goddess of endless fertility, had orifices to spare! She possessed at least two more than mortal females, so that even if he never felt her mouth or her other opening on him, he was already even in the game.
He imagined thrusting under her arm, or at her neck, or at the hollow of her waist or knee. Every inch of her body was sexual, and he could make love to her anywhere!
"Ohhh, yes!" he sighed, as he felt himself building again. "Ohhh, this is too good to be real!"
But it was real, there in the supercharged atmosphere of the orgy, and in the presence of such as she. As the old farmer had said, if you were only open to such miracles, then dreams and reality could be one.
So Joe climaxed again, there in that small town that was so much more, and there in that physical, feminine place that he'd never even considered possible in his wildest dreams. And his ultimate partner followed, just from that touch. If the entirety of her flesh was sexual, then any part could prompt her.
"Ohhh!" he exulted. "Ohhhhh!"
It had been better than a dream. He pulled out and stood up. There was nothing more to be thought or said.
He had had it all.
But there was one more act at the orgy, before everyone went happily home. And it brought Joe back to earth, which was, after all, where he should rightfully be.
"That was pretty amazing," said Jennifer, walking nakedly up to him and giving him a hug.
At the same time, Myra got up from the couch and retreated behind the curtain through which she'd emerged. Apparently, she'd be kept under wraps until the next new man came along.
"Yes, it was," he sighed. "I cannot tell a lie."
"But I hope you'll still come back to me, even after that," his wife went on.
"I will," he replied, putting his arm around her. "With all due respect to you, it was the ultimate, but no guy could always live with it!"
"Well, aren't we lovey-dovey," another voice said.
It belonged to Marge, the lusty blonde, who was standing by.
"Me, I'm a bit put out," she continued, although not without a smile. "I pride myself on being a big gal, but you, Joe, seemed to be having a better time with that woman with the 'balloons.'"
She paused.
"And you, Jenny," she went on, "had your first lesbo session with that young sexpot, Barbi. But, while you haven't seen it yet, I also go both ways."
Then she laughed, and gave a full-figured wiggle.
"So why don't the three of us get it on, for a sort of nightcap?" she concluded. "Or at least Jen and me, with Joe joining up when he's ready?"
"Sounds good to me," the married couple replied as one, and the rest of the orgy-goers wholeheartedly agreed.
Marge lay back on the couch, her voluptuous thighs spread and her upright breasts not looking as incredible as Myra's, but not bad at all. Her sloppy, wide-open quim, however, might even have been better.
Since Jennifer was smaller, and since she should have the more active experience, she was obviously supposed to get on top. That the curvy brunette started to do, right-side up as she'd been with Barbi.
But Marge had a better idea!
"No, dear," she corrected, like an older and wiser teacher of lust. "You need to do more than that. You need to learn how to eat, and be eaten!"
"Oh, why not?" Jenny laughed. "Since I still prefer guys, I might not go lesbo again, so I might as well take it all the way tonight, while I'm in the mood. And what better place than an orgy?"
"Now you're talking," said Marge, actually licking her lips. "Honey, let's get it on!"
So the compact brunette did get on top of her well-endowed friend, but head to foot, instead. And, speaking of "honey," it surely started to flow!
As had happened with Barbi, Jennifer didn't really need to be taught. She instinctively dove between her partner's heavy thighs, parting her swollen labia with her fingers. As her husband had been, she was in for a real treat, and she knew that, too. This woman's big, juicy quim always offered a feast!
She was aware of Marge starting to lick her pussy at the other end, but that was almost secondary. More than one man had done that for her, but this was the very first time she was going to give as well as take!
She rested her tingly tummy on the other's generous breasts, as her own round breasts pressed out to her sides on the other's belly. Then she concentrated on the sight, and the taste, of what was before her. This quim was phenomenal, much more complex than her own, with what seemed like acres of tender, pulsating red folds. The clit was large and hard, and the opening was, well, wide open. Moreover, it was all surrounded by such lush yellow fur.
"I've never seen a pussy this close up before, not even my own," Jenny mused. "It sort of makes me proud to be a woman."
"Who are you speaking to, my quim?" Marge laughed from behind her. "Don't talk about it, eat it!"
So she stuck out her pink tongue and began. She'd wondered what her first taste of another woman's juice would be like, but she found that she liked it a lot! Warming to her task, she licked every fold of her partner's pussy, then concentrated on her clit. That brought a strong reaction.
"Ohhh, yeah!" grunted Marge, her big body heaving. "Ohhh, you're as good as your husband!"
Jennifer did more tonguing, trying to bring her friend to an orgasm. She heard herself slurping loudly, and she was sure everyone at the orgy could hear it, too. She got really carried away with her lesbian cunnilingus.
"Mmmmm," she hummed. "Mmmmm, mmm, mmm!"
Marge began to shudder now, her thighs tightening.
"Ohhh," she moaned. "Ohhh. Ohhh!"
All of a sudden, though, something else happened. A cock entered the coupling, and it was Joe's!
Having been brought erect yet again by the sight, he came aboard just as the big blonde had planned. Plunging into his wife's creaming love hole, he began thrusting wildly, so that she was busily engaged on both ends. Jenny shook with delight at the situation.
But there were two more things going on. First, his fucking action pushed her hungry mouth even harder at Marge's pussy, so that she was eating like crazy.
And second, the position put his loins right at the blonde's face, giving her the opportunity to lick his cock or suck his balls, or both, which she certainly did. She kept up her work on his wife, as well.
What a picture the three of them presented!
There was a married couple going at it like a house on fire, but with another woman licking them both. If all marriages were like that, the onlookers must have thought, then everyone would go down the aisle!
"Oh, damn. Oh. Oh. Ohhh!" Joe exclaimed, as he fucked and got tongued for good measure.
"Mmmmm. Mmmmm!" hummed his wife, still doing her part at the other end.
"Slurp, slurp, slurp!" was Marge's only sound, but her oral action spoke louder than words.
Then they all went off like an atomic blast, at exactly the same time.
The big blonde heaved strongly, putting out an absolute flood of her honey into her lesbian lover's mouth.
The short brunette quivered with ecstasy, creaming just as freely around her dear husband's rod and onto her female partner's lips, to boot.
And the male member of the trio exploded like a bomb indeed. What man wouldn't, with his cock buried deep in a quim, and it and his balls being fellated, too?
"Ohhh!" they exulted, becoming one shuddering mass of happy, sex-charged flesh. "Ohhhhh!"
But, speaking of "buried," one more thing occurred.
Joe didn't stay in Jennifer's pussy. Instead, since the parties in question had previously assured themselves of safety, he pulled out at the last minute.
Then he shot thick white gobs of his stuff into Marge's waiting mouth, beneath. As she hadn't when she'd sucked him in his office, she was at last able to drink his essence, and she found it very tasty, indeed!
In the converted lodge hall of the outwardly normal small town, Joe and Jennifer had started out the orgiastic evening what seemed like a long time, or a world of sex, ago.
He had fucked the young nympho, Barbi, in the regular manner and with oil, and then had eaten her out.
She had had her first lesbian experience with the same uninhibited brunette, who had even jerked off her husband off at the end of it.
She had then taken a strange cock in the usual way, and one from behind. After that, she'd dealt with a long line of male members at different parts of her body, to include riding her own husband's.
He had then had his fabulous encounter with the incredibly built blonde goddess, Myra, which he even now could hardly believe had been real.
And at last, they had returned from the ultimate to the earthy, with Marge.
They could do no more. But that didn't mean the orgy was over; far from it! Even now, the swingers who'd been watching their star performances were going back to their own sexy activities, being inspired by what they'd witnessed. The special couch was taken out of the middle of the room, but there were many more beds of lust to be occupied!
So Jennifer and Joe toweled themselves off, found some refreshments, and circulated around the hall. Where they'd been the center of attention, now they'd be spectators and listeners. That would be a form of being initiated and getting to know their new neighbors, too.
And what incredible things they saw and heard. Nor did many people get to know the folks next door quite like this!
CHAPTER TEN
Joe and Jennifer first settled down to observe another married couple who happened to be making it with each other, almost as a change of pace. The guy was average-looking and dark, and he introduced himself as Jim. But the woman was short, cute, and blonde, with a sex-charged figure that just wouldn't quit. Her name was Toni, and she was practically a fair-haired version of Jenny herself.
Jim was quite a talker, and as he relaxed on a couch, he insisted on relating his history from a sexual point of view. No one was arguing, though, because it developed that he'd been a world-class swinger. His wife had been no slouch either, before and during their marriage, in which they'd pooled their resources to do things even better.
But there was another thing that made Jim's story easier to listen to. All the time he was telling it, his wife was sitting between his legs and idly sucking his cock!
I didn't lose my virginity until I was nineteen (the dark-haired guy began). I looked at sex magazines and I dreamed and I masturbated a lot, but I was sort of backward at making the leap to the real thing.
All that was changed by my mother's raven-haired friend, Natasha. She was a stage actress from the city, and she came to town one summer to stay with us for a vacation while I was home from college. After a week, she got bored, saying there was absolutely nothing to do. Instead of going home, though, she made up the activity of seducing me!
Natasha was fifty-five if she was a day. But as an actress, she'd kept herself in great shape, and her whole manner was very exotic and intriguing. She wore long, loose black dresses, too, which made her extremely alluring. And that wasn't to mention her thick make-up, her heavy perfume, and her foreign accent.
In short, she was a real "dragon lady," and a young guy like me didn't have a prayer of resisting her even if I'd wanted to!
"You know, Jimmy, I'm old enough to be your mother," she said one morning, surprising me in my bedroom. "Yes, ma'am," I gulped. I was still in my undershorts, and my parents were out of the house, so I was totally at her mercy.
"But I think you still find me attractive," the dark temptress went on, in her low, sultry voice. "In fact, I know so. I can see it by what you have between your legs!"
Her words only made my cock get harder. I had to cover myself with my hand to keep it from pushing out through my open fly.
"Oh, don't do that," Natasha objected. "Let me see it, please. I've loved many men, and I'll tell you what kind of equipment you have."
With her artfully playing on my youthful fear of inadequacy, I had no choice. So I took my hand away and let it spring out and upward, fully hard and throbbing with my heartbeat.
"My, that is a nice one!" the fifty-plus female exclaimed, her eyes lighting up and her sensuous mouth falling open. "You'll have no problem with women at all."
She paused meaningfully.
"I can say that," she concluded with a devilish smile, "because I know you won't have any trouble with me!"
Then she reached out her hand and took hold of my cock, and I kissed my virginity good-bye.
The first thing that happened was sort of embarrassing. The instant she touched me, I came! It even shot all over her long black dress, making me apologize profusely. I was even sorrier that my first time hadn't really happened.
"Oh, don't worry about it," Natasha laughed, as she found some tissues and wiped herself off. "If it had been an older man, I'd be concerned that he could do no more. But we'll have you up again in no time."
Then, to my amazement and delight, she sank gracefully to her knees and began licking my half-hard member! Her dark eyes gazed soulfully up at me, her heavily made-up face looked so exotic, and her hot tongue worked so skillfully on me. She even took my cock between her sensuous lips and gave it a few strong sucks.
My young mind was blown, as well. I had never even come close to making it with a gal my age, and now this. My first time was beginning in a much older woman's hand and mouth!
"There you are, Jimmy!" my seductress exclaimed. "You're as hard as a rock once more. But please try to control yourself now. Otherwise, you'll miss the delights I have in store for you, and you'll disappoint me."
"I will, ma'am," I nodded, like a pupil, as she casually shucked off my shorts and had me sit down on my bed.
Then Natasha proceeded to strip for me!
The next few minutes were incredible. As I watched, probably with my tongue hanging out, she smilingly reached behind her back, unzipped her flowing dress with an impossibly sexy sound, and, with a stage actress's flair, writhed and wiggled out of it. I still could hardly believe this was happening to me.
That left her in a matching black brassiere, panties, garter belt, and stockings, after she'd also kicked off her shoes. Apparently, she never dressed down, even when she was on vacation in the country.
"Do you like what you see?" she paused to inquire.
"Oh, yes," I gasped, hoping I wouldn't wake from the dream. "Yes!"
Her breasts were mature and heavy, but they looked as though they'd be well-shaped when out of her bra. Nor did I have long to wait to find out. With a deeply alluring look, she reached behind her back again, unhooked the garment, and shrugged it off her shoulders, freeing them.
"And do you like these?" Natasha laughed, surely knowing my answer.
"Uh-huh," I gulped. "Oh!"
They were really the first breasts I'd seen close up, but there was more to it than that, and to them. Wide and full, projecting forward, downward, and to her sides, and focused by long, thick nipples and strongly puckered areolae, they were my perfect introduction to that feminine feature. "Well, if you like them, get to know them," the woman whose breasts they were, proclaimed.
Having said that, she walked sensuously forward, lifted them in her hands, and pushed them shamelessly at my fresh young face.
The next few minutes were heaven for me. After the first, thrilling touch, I went all over those magnificent mammaries, exploring them with my fingers, my lips, and my tongue. Despite my lover's years, they were smooth and white, in proof of the adage that women don't age below the neck. I wound up sucking on her matronly nipples, moving from one to the other in perfect contentment.
"That's enough of that," Natasha finally purred, gently pushing my face away. "Not that I don't enjoy it also, but we have much more to do!"
Then she stood back, hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her black panties, and, thrusting her hips forward and looking intently downward, pushed the garment off and showed me something even better below.
My first real sight of a woman's private parts was truly astounding. I viewed an extensive dark bush above swollen brown labia that were already moist with desire. As if to satisfy my further curiosity, my much older lover went on to finger herself open, displaying a bewildering array of tender pink folds.
"And this," she questioned smilingly. "Do you like this, as well?"
She knew the answer, of course. I was lost in the presence of that snatch, that pussy, that quim of hers, and I must have been gaping at it. When I'd seen them in magazines, breasts had been mysterious enough, but what was between a woman's legs had been impossibly alluring. And my first real example belonged to someone who must have entertained, through it, a multitude of men.
I wasn't slow to act, however. While I remained speechless, I followed Natasha's fingers there, investigating every slippery, stirring configuration. When she showed me where her clitoris was, I concentrated on that. Then, surprising both of us, I pulled her to me and began to use my tongue.
"Ohhh, Jimmy!" she moaned, for the first time betraying her own passion. "You are a good pupil. Yes, do that, do it faster. Ohhhhh!"
I was too inexperienced to know whether I made her climax or not, but she did heave and quiver. I was also conscious of the feel of her I naked rear under my hands, but that, and the rest of her body, were really secondary. Her breasts a few minutes before, and her quim now, were the only features for me. So I feasted to my heart's content and hers, I lapping her warm, exotic nectar. Finally, though, I she also eased my head away from there.
"We must fuck now, young man," she said forthrightly. her words alone being enough to set my temples throbbing. "It's time to make you into a man. indeed!"
Natasha flowed past me onto my bed and lay back languidly. I'd always dreamed of having a woman in my room, but the form the reality had taken was incredible. I was being initiated into sex by my mother's friend.
She had left her black garter belt and stockings on, too, which added to her seductiveness. Her thick-nippled breasts reposed large and inviting, her satiny thighs were spread, and her dark-furred quim remained wide open and ready to receive me. Her whole foreign manner also led me on.
My cock was achingly hard, and had been for a long while. I only hoped I could keep myself under control and not climax the instant it touched her. as I'd done with her hand. But I got over her and positioned it at her door.
Her sweet breath came at my face. Her exotic perfume enveloped me in a mist. Her older, wiser eyes candidly met mine.
"Do it." she said throatily. "Do it now!"
And I did. Oh, yes, I did!
My first time was all I'd hoped for. With this matronly woman, though, it was even more. From long experience, she knew everything to do, and every move to make for our mutual pleasure. Without being obtrusive, she even coached me, telling me how to hold my body, how fast or slowly to thrust, and from what angle to approach her.
Her quim was deep, hot, and silky. I thrilled to the feel of her slick juices on my rod, so much better than when I'd only masturbated. Despite her many lovers, she was still tight, too, fitting me like a second skin.
Above all, she taught me to take my time! It was something that would make women like me, she whispered into my ear, as well as prolong my own pleasure. They took longer to finish than men. So, while it was all I could do to hold off, I did so, and I was rewarded.
"Ohhh, yes!" Natasha moaned, as she went through what I knew was an orgasm this time. "Ohhh!"
I looked down between us to see her large breasts quiver, her nipples grow harder than ever, and her belly tighten above the amazing location where we were joined.
"Ohhh, Jimmy!" she sighed deeply. "Ohhh, you are a real man. Ohhhhh!"
I was glad I'd been able to do that for her, since it made me feel even more like a man. But that wasn't my only thought.
Now that she'd made it, I could at last have my own, marvelous release.
So, with a thrust so far into her that it felt as though my balls would follow, I took it!
As we know, a guy's first orgasm with a woman is a revelation, since it's so much better than what he was able to do for himself. There are the thousand additional, contributing sensations of her naked body. And there's the knowledge that one finally did it for real, the deep satisfaction.
But how much better to have accomplished it with a woman like this, rather than some younger woman. My orgasm, which involved my whole body, mind, and spirit, was wonderfully long, strong, and gratifying.
"Ohhh, yeah!" I shouted at the ultimate moment, my every muscle straining. "Yeah! Ohhh, yeah. Ohhhhh!"
"Ohhh. lover!" responded Natasha, her dark eyes looking thrilled for both of us. "Ohhh, now give me, give me your seed!"
And I spurted joyfully inside her, then collapsed onto her heaving bosom like a dutiful young man.
At that point, there at the orgy, Jim interrupted his tale. It was for a good reason, however. His cute blonde wife, Toni, had just sucked his cock all the way off! She'd been inspired by the climax he was telling about, and so had he.
"Well, there's nothing like mixing the present with the past," he laughed, as he shot into her mouth and she swallowed. "Next time, I'll eat you, dear, and you can tell the story. But now, back to Natasha!"
Needless to say, that wasn't the only time she and I had sex that summer (Jim went on). Once it had happened, I couldn't get enough of her, and she was insatiable as well. We couldn't wait for my parents to get out of the house, and then we were on each other like crazy.
She taught me every kind of sexual act, and we performed each of them many times. I was lucky to have such an instructor, and she said she was fortunate to have such a hot, ready young cock at her disposal!
While she still maintained her arousing aura of mystery, we became great friends, too. That woman who was at least thirty-five years older would lie naked in my arms, with me stroking her breasts and her loins, and would tell me explicit tales like the one I'm engaged in now. And then, of course, we'd make it again.
"I hope you're not bored with this small town anymore," I said to her one day.
"Oh, no," she purred, giving my cock a squeeze. "But that's only because I've created my own, sexual world here, and you're the only other one in it."
Naturally, I would find out later that such had already been done, that I was a citizen of Orgy Town. My parents had long been swingers, and that was one reason they were out of the house so often.
Before the summer was over, though, and she went back to the city, Natasha did make two revelations. One of them wasn't that surprising if I'd thought about it, but the other really blew my mind!
"Have you ever wondered why your mother hasn't even faintly guessed what you and I have been up to?" her exotic, fifty-five-year-old friend asked me one afternoon.
"Well, no," I replied.
"She hasn't guessed, because she's known about it all along!" Natasha proclaimed. "In fact, the whole thing was her idea. She couldn't initiate you herself, so she invited me up here for the specific purpose of doing it!"
For a moment, I felt betrayed. Why had my mother thought it necessary? Had everyone been laughing at me behind my back? Had I merely been a pawn in their game? Most importantly, had Natasha, who was an actress, really found me attractive, after all?
But she answered my unspoken question.
"And it was a job I wouldn't have missed for anything," she concluded. "Because you turned out to be not only an eager young pupil, but also a world-class, big-cocked stud in the making!"
Then she dropped the bombshell.
"You know, Jimmy, you're much like your mother in your appetite for sex," she said, with a faraway look in her dark eyes.
"How can you tell?" I asked, walking right into it.
"Well," she replied, "it's easy. You see, your mother and I had an affair before she married your father. That was how we became friends!"
When I heard that, I almost fainted. Even more, though, I was wildly aroused. In fact, I tore off my clothes and had Natasha strip down, and I made love to her right then and there.
Afterward, I lay back.
'Tell me about it," I said.
And here it is in her own words, as near as I can remember them. It will be a fitting end to my story, too!
"I met your mother in the city when we were both trying out for a part in a play. She didn't get it and I did, which made her very jealous of me. I liked her, so I invited her out to lunch to smooth things over.
"As it turned out, we hit it off famously, and I asked her back to my apartment where we could sit on the sofa and talk some more. She was still a little bit sad, though, while not because of me, so I reached over and began stroking her shoulder.
"Not knowing exactly what I was doing myself, I moved on to caress her dark hair, and then her cheek. When I did that, she gave me such a soulful look that I knew something more was going to happen.
"One thing led to another, and soon we were hugging and kissing deeply, our tongues playing together. We held each other's breasts, and after that our hands strayed down between each other's legs.
"Then, by unspoken agreement, we stood up and took off our clothes. We panted with desire as we surveyed each other's naked female body, and we embraced again hotly. We touched breasts, nipple to nipple, and we ground our excited loins together.
"We were a perfect lesbian couple, your mother and I. We were similar in being dark-haired, but there was the contrast of her being delightfully American and my being mysteriously foreign. We seemed to flow back to the sofa, and suddenly we were lying head to foot there with me above. Just as precipitately, we were diving between each other's spreading legs.
"Yes, I licked your mother's clitoris, Jimmy, and I thrilled to the sensation of her tongue on mine. Her breasts brushed my belly, and mine contacted hers. Our hands squeezed each other's buttocks as we went for it all.
"And yes, we brought each other to screaming orgasm more than once. Nor did we reconsider what we'd done after the heat of passion had died down.
"To be perfectly open about it," Natasha concluded, "she and I fucked like that again and again, over a period of several years. And now I've felt her son's tongue as well as hers on me, and I've sucked his cock as well as having eaten her quim!"
So that was her story I was speechless once more, but I was deeply moved by all of it. Far from being repelled or unworthily titillated, I imagined my mother's pleasure that equaled mine.
And, to be perfectly frank, I thought of it the other way around!
"Did you ever see Natasha again?" Joe inquired, as he and Jennifer sat there. "She sounds like such a fascinating woman."
"Not only sounds like, but is," Jim laughed. "She's still very much alive, and while she's a bit older now, she's still sexually active, too."
He paused.
"But to answer your question, yes, I did," he nodded. "While I moved on to women my own age, which was what she and my mother had really wanted me to do, I kept a soft spot in my heart for her. So, when I was in my early twenties and she invited me to visit her for a few days in the city, I eagerly accepted." Jim smiled.
"She didn't say whether we were going to have sex again or not," he went on, "so I just decided to see what would happen. I boarded a bus, which took me from Orgy Town to a place where I assumed orgies were even more prevalent, if that was possible. Nor was I disappointed."
He leaned back.
"And I could tell you that story, too," he concluded, "if you aren't tired of listening."
Jennifer and Joe looked quickly at each other, then back at him.
"Of course we're not tired," she laughed. "Given tales like these, your audience is at your command!"
So Jim began again!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Dark-haired Natasha met me at the bus station (Jim started his additional story). We took a cab to her apartment, which was in an old building near the theatrical district. She was wearing a flowing black dress again, but it didn't look as out of place in the city as in the town, which was outwardly conservative.
"You're a welcome sight, Jimmy," she told me, as we rode along. "Not that you weren't when you were nineteen, but you're even more handsome now. I'm proud that I had a small part in the drama of making you a man."
So she had alluded to sex, right away. I surveyed her body as she reclined on the cab seat, finding it just as maturely tempting as before. Undressing her with my eyes, I pictured her matching black lingerie, then, beneath even that, her projecting breasts, her smooth belly, and her extensive, dark bush. I could almost feel my mouth on her long, thick nipples and my cock going between her swollen brown labia once more.
"It wasn't a small part; it was the whole play," I laughed, reaching over and taking her hand. "But, as you said then, it wasn't an act at all."
"No, it wasn't, Jimmy," she purred, squeezing my fingers. "My passion was genuine, and so was yours. You gave me as much pleasure as I trust I gave you."
She turned her thickly made-up but still attractive face to me, and I gazed into her dark, mysterious eyes. We kissed, and her aura again enveloped me. I could see the cab driver watching curiously in his mirror as that sixtyish actress tongued the mouth of a man several decades younger.
Natasha had not only alluded to sex; she had also begun it. Nor was I just an innocent bystander. By now, my cock had grown so hard in my pants that I was almost afraid it would burst out and go off by itself, as it had with her at the beginning.
She'd noticed my erection, too. Just as I'd been undressing her with my eyes and picturing her marvelous quim, she'd been glancing down and disrobing my manhood!
"Well, I guess that's settled," she laughed throatily. "You and I are going to start up again, right where we left off."
"Yes, we are," I whispered into her ear. "And I think you'll find that my cock has matured as well!"
"I'm sure it has," the foreign-born seductress purred, even being so bold as to reach down and give it a quick squeeze. "So, here's to Act Two!"
I entered her apartment excitedly (related Jim). The living room was just as I might have imagined, decorated with Oriental rugs, heavy draperies, tapestries, oil paintings, sculptures, and soft, sumptuous furniture. There was an exotic, Old World air and a decadent, hothouse atmosphere about it, just as there was about the occupant.
But little did I know how exotic, on her own turf, Natasha could really be!
We sat down on the sofa, and she poured me a glass of liqueur from a crystal decanter. There was something about where we were that aroused me even more, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Then it came to me. It was the same place where she'd had sex with my mother, by damn!
"This is too much," I gasped, putting my glass down. "I've got to have you, right now!"
"And so you shall, dear Jimmy," she purred. "I can tell what you're thinking, too. It's only appropriate that I fuck the next generation here!"
She was mysterious, but she was also candid. Reaching eagerly for my fly, she released my fully hard member. She leaned down, took it in her lip stick painted mouth, and sucked it, moving her dark head vertically since it was standing straight up. She knew that I wouldn't shoot off prematurely, since I was much more experienced now.
"Ohhh, yes!" I sighed, throwing my head back and taking a deep breath. "Damn, it's good to feel your magic lips on me again!"
"Wait until you feel my enchanted pussy!" she laughed, taking her mouth away. "My lovers tell me that as I've gotten older, it's only gotten better!"
So I reached for her long black skirt, tugged it up over her stockings, her garters, and her white thighs, and slid my trembling hand into her panties. The first touch of her lush, humid fur and of her slippery labia instantly reawakened my memories, not to mention my lust, of our time together long before. She shuddered happily, doubtless entertaining the same thoughts and emotions.
"Ohhh, my!" Natasha sighed deeply, giving me a look of utmost passion. "We must get to my bed, darling. We must get to my bed!"
And we did, shedding our clothes along the way.
Her bedroom was as exotic as her living area, or even more so. The mattress where we were to enjoy each other again was huge, and it was strewn with pillows and throws. The headboard and footboard were of carved oak, and when I looked more closely, I could make out orgiastic scenes!
T brought those over from Europe," the much older woman laughed, her eyes lively and shameless with that same Old World sexual candor.
"A good move," I grinned. "A very good move!"
Then I looked her nakedness up and down, from before and behind.
Natasha's heavy, thick-nippled breasts thrust forward, downward, and to the sides. Her belly was smooth but not completely tight, and her wide, dark bush was almost too luxuriant. Her back showed age, her buttocks were luscious but with a bit of excess flesh, and her thighs had once been firmer.
I was in my early twenties, and other men my age might have been put off by what I saw. To me, however, her imperfections made for an even greater perfection, so to speak. Maybe it was because every pucker, every ripple seemed to tell of her vast experience, her hundreds of lovers, her many thousands of sexual acts, a good number of them surely having taken place on this very bed.
All I knew was that she was the most desirable, the most cock-inspiring woman I'd ever seen!
"Fuck me, Jimmy," she panted now, as if to confirm it. "Fuck me long, and fuck me hard!" And, needless to say, I did!
Natasha chose the rearward position, getting up on the mattress on her hand and knees. We had utilized every known configuration during our small-town affair, including this one, but it was somehow even more alluring. Her heavily hanging breasts, her upraised buns, and especially her very furry, wide-open quim beneath them made my cock throb so hard that it ached.
I knelt behind, took hold of her waist, and pushed into her to the hilt in one smooth stroke. I felt again her marvelous, silky tightness, as she also lunged strongly back at me. It was like coming home, and my only question was how I could have stayed away for so long.
"Ahhhhh!" we gasped in unison, being overwhelmed with emotion by our physical reunion and our incredible strong attraction. "Ahhhhh!"
Then we abandoned ourselves totally to love and to outright lust.
It was still exotic, but it was above all physical now, and we got into a strong, driving rhythm. She rolled her dark head around, her hanging breasts swung, and there was the exciting sound of her buttocks and the backs of her thighs meeting my front. The bit of excess flesh that I'd recently noted there only made the latter, better.
"Ohhh, fuck me, Jimmy," she moaned huskily, her eyes shut tight but her mouth gaping. "Ohhh, fuck!"
"I will, my love," I panted, pushing ever harder. "Oh, damn, I am!"
Higher and higher we rose, until we were on the verge of a massive release. I was in a dreamland, or a sexual Elysium, or at the very least a dark, throbbing, mystic location. All that remained was for me to burst along with her, to see stars, and to make my reunion with this decades-older woman more than complete.
But that was when the most amazing thing happened!
Actually, it had already occurred, but I'd been too lost in sex to notice. I might have suspected it from the fact that Natasha's cries of passion had mysteriously ceased.
It was this. Suddenly, like an apparition to me, a young, blond man appeared at her head, just as I was at her rear. And her mouth was no longer gasping, but was fastened surely around his burgeoning cock!
Distracted in spite of my current heat, I met the guy's eyes, and he smiled and nodded, as if to say how fine it was for both of us to be fucking this sex-charged older woman. I now had company in the encounter, and she was occupied on both ends, for which purpose she had surely chosen her all-fours position.
I also glanced around the bedroom, and for the first time noticed a door, now open, that led to a further room, from which the other man must have emerged. With Natasha, wonders would never cease!
But then nature reasserted itself, and I suddenly climaxed just as strongly as I'd originally felt I would. In fact, it was even more powerful because of the unexpected development.
"Ohhh! Ohhh, damn!" I shouted, as a stupendous orgasm seized my hugely engorged cock, my whole body, and my entire being. "Damn it! Ohhhhh!"
Then I pumped volumes into her magnificent quim, so much that it rushed back out around me.
The other guy came, too, shutting his eyes, gritting his teeth, and straining mightily. While she hadn't been at it as long, his release seemed to be just as complete, as he shot our female partner's mouth overfull.
"Ohhh, yeah!" he exclaimed. "Ahhhhh!"
And Natasha herself underwent a climax that was equally strong if not stronger, her voluptuous body heaving, her experienced flesh quivering, and her fabulous pussy contracting on my rod. Her mouth was occupied, but every other part of her gave me to know how satisfied she was.
"So, what's going on here?" I asked, not without humor and not really feeling displeased. I had bargained for a private reunion with my lover, but there was a lot to be said for this, too.
The other guy and I had disengaged from her, and the three of us were lying back on the pillow-strewn mattress. There was still semen at the corners of her mouth and on her labia, and just the sight of it was making my cock rise again. That wasn't to mention her languidly reposing body, with one leg slightly raised, one arm over her dark head, and her full breasts thrusting one way and another.
"It's simple, Jimmy," she purred, gesturing to the other man. "This is my stud. I have at least one, and often two or three living with me at all times. I suppose I just have an insatiable appetite for young cock!"
"Yeah, isn't she great?" the guy said. "We've got no complaints, since she takes care of all our needs real, real well."
I nodded in total agreement. He was no mental giant, I saw, but that was all right, too. It only made my own relationship with Natasha, which was more than physical, more special.
And during the next couple of days she and I did explore other things. As she'd completed my education in sex, she did so in regard to the city, taking me to museums, fine restaurants, and the like. Eyes turned at this exotic older woman in her flowing black dress with her much younger male companion, but we didn't care.
Of course, back at her apartment, we also fucked wildly. We got reacquainted with each other in every way, and usually without help from one of her studs.
"So, what are you doing as an actress now?" I inquired of her, as we sat having lunch at a sidewalk cafe.
"Well, I have a very interesting role, Jimmy," she replied mysteriously. "It doesn't involve much rehearsal, which is why I have this free time. And it pays extremely well, which accounts for my current life style."
She paused.
"There are three more things about it," she continued. "First, similar to what we discussed in the cab, it's much more than a role. Second, to some extent it involves my young men, which is why I have them and probably why I let you see one in action."
She smiled.
"And third," she concluded, "it's one of the reasons I invited you for a visit. Because I want you to see it, and even to assist with it, this very night!"
Having heard that, of course, I could hardly wait to find out more. But I resisted the temptation to probe for details, because one of the best things about Natasha was her air of intrigue!
Late that night she took me to an old theater a few blocks away from her home. At first glance, it appeared to be abandoned, with its marquee darkened and paint peeling from its front.
When she knocked and we were admitted, however, the reality was far different. Its interior, while a bit the worse for wear, had retained the columned and gilded opulence with which it had been endowed surely a half century before. And its seats were filled by hundreds of expectant patrons.
As we surreptitiously worked our way backstage, I couldn't help thinking that Natasha, her apartment, and now her theater, were a-like. They were sensuous, aging beauties, and my head throbbed with anticipation of what consummately sensual things must also happen here!
"Go in there, Jimmy," she told me, pointing to what looked like a dressing room door. "They will tell you what to do. And I'll see you, if that's a strong enough word for it, very soon."
I followed instructions. And when I emerged, it was to an experience I could hardly believe!
To make a long story short, the "play" was a secret sexual review! Apparently, there were other acts, but in hers, my much older lover was actually getting paid for doing what came naturally to her, and what she did so very, very well.
For my part, I suddenly found myself standing naked, not to mention erect, on the stage, in company with three similarly comported young guys. And at the center of us sat Natasha, nude on a gilded chair!
The curtain went up, and the audience gasped as one. I could see beyond the footlights that they were well-dressed, both male and female, and had doubtless paid a pretty penny for this sight. Nor was I intimidated by them, the exact reverse being true.
Then the performance began. Drawing close to the glitteringly naked star of the show, we four supporting actors did what came naturally, as well. Trading places from time to time, we fucked her, we ate her luscious quim, and we even humped her mature breasts. In turn, she sucked us, fucked us, and stroked us to ecstasy.
Since the imagination may be even better I leave it to you to envision everything that went on there that night, and every position that was employed. Or you might not have to imagine, because I noticed that you, Jennifer, coincidentally enjoyed a similar, five-way encounter this very evening.
But, with all due respect, I think that the end of our "act" was superior. Just picture, if you will, great Natasha beaming wantonly at her audience, her hands clutching two spurting cocks as two more were jerked off toward her!
There at the orgy, Joe and Jennifer had been listening raptly. They were almost in shock, and they were then tempted to go and fuck up a storm in response to what they'd heard, but they finally decided that observation was still their proper role.
So, when they'd recovered and when Jim's blonde wife, Toni, said she had a sexy tale of her own to tell, they stayed on board. Nor did it hurt that she and her husband changed places, just as he'd said they would.
In other words, now Jim was sitting on the carpet, and his wife was ensconced on the couch, her shapely legs spread. And now he was eating her pussy as she talked, where before she was sucking his cock.
It certainly helped with the storytelling, too. Who wouldn't be inspired to relate sexual experiences better, if they were actually having sex at the same time?
Toni smiled wantonly at her listeners. She licked her lips, as if drooling at the prospect of what she had to say. She held up her round breasts in her hands and tongued her hard red nipples, too. She even reached down and diddled her clit as her husband ate her, compounding the turn-on by bringing her finger to her mouth and licking her own stuff off.
Oh, yes, Toni was a nympho, and a raunchy, sort of blue-collar one at that. She had quite a tale to tell, and her sweet "tail" wiggled delightedly on the scarlet couch as she told it!
CHAPTER TWELVE
Like my husband, I was a late bloomer in the sex department (Toni began). But when I got going, at age nineteen, I really got going! I was a hometown gal, and I soon found out I was a nympho, too. The first time I took a cock into my pussy, I went wild. After that, I couldn't look between a guy's legs without creaming my ragged jeans!
I was, and am, sort of the poor man's Barbi, if you know how she is. She's pretty direct, but I'm even more down to earth. As long as they've got a rubber, I'll fuck 'em, no questions asked. I'd probably have trouble being like that if I lived anywhere else, but thank goodness this is the free air of Orgy Town!
I'd tell you about my first time like my husband did, but quite frankly, there've been so many guys since then that I can't even remember who it was! It probably wasn't as exotic as his affair with that foreign gal. When I look around the room, I think I've fucked every man here. So let me pick one out and tell you about him.
Hey, how about the old farmer? Yeah, I seduced him before he even knew what was happening!
It was on a hot summer day. He was out cultivating his crops when I walked by on the road. I got up on a rail fence and sat there watching him. Pretty soon, I had him cultivating crooked because he was watching me!
Up top, I was wearing nothing but a red bandanna tied around my swelling young breasts, like a real country gal. Down below, I had on denim shorts that were cut off as high as I dared, or higher. With my blonde hair and my bare feet, too, I looked like a real Daisy May.
I was sitting on the rail with one leg cocked up, so that the old farmer's eyes could follow my smooth, firm thigh all the way up to my butt. In fact, he could see my butt on that side, period. If he looked hard enough, he could even catch a glimpse of my soft yellow pussy hair sticking out by the crotch of my shorts. And speaking of "cock" and "hard," I was sure his was!
Before long, he gave up cultivating. He stopped his tractor, jumped down, walked over, took off his cap, and wiped the sweat from his brow.
"Hot day, missy," he said. "It sure is," I nodded, fanning myself with my hand. "I'm so, so hot!"
"Just how hot are you?" he grinned, with a gleam in his eye. We both knew pretty much where we were going, since after all, this was Orgy Town.
"Well, my titties are hot," I teased him. "I feel like taking this bandanna off and giving them some air."
"Why don't you, then?" he asked.
"All right, then," I giggled. "I will!"
So I reached behind my back, untied the knot, and bared my swelling young breasts. I gave them a shake for good measure, as his eyes followed my hardening red nipples.
"But I'm still hot," I pouted. "My tummy and my butt are hot, too."
"Well, why don't you take off your shorts, missy?" he prompted me.
"Good idea," I replied. "Here they go!"
At that, I lifted up a little bit from the rail where I was sitting, and I shucked them off and dropped them on the ground. Since I never, never wore any panties, that left me buck naked on a summer day!
"I'm still hot, though," I whined.
"How can you be?" the old farmer questioned, still playing the game. "The way it looks to me, you ain't got a stitch on. I can see your whole juicy body, from your titties to your buns to your crotch."
"That's just it," I purred, closing the deal, and reaching down and rubbing the last part of me he'd mentioned. "My pussy is hot as hell."
I paused, giving him one more tease.
"And a big, hard cock," I concluded, "is the only thing that can put out the fire!"
That did it. He was on me in a minute. And there, in the great out of doors, we went on to fuck like crazy!
He started by feeling me up. With a lustful grin, he ran his calloused hand up my smooth, firm thigh. That was the part that had first attracted him, so that's where he wanted to start. The way I've always seen it, guys are leg men because they know where the leg leads. In other words, it leads to the buns and the pussy, and they want to follow it on up there. Pardon my French, but there's nothing quite like that first touch of fur, then of labia, then of hot, slippery slit!
Sure enough, he soon had his fingers in my quim. He poked his middle one up inside me, and he used another to diddle my clit like mad. Everybody in town knew the old farmer wasn't as over the hill as he looked!
"Ohhh! Ohhh, yeah!" I moaned, reaching out and putting my arms around his neck. "The fireman's here!"
"You bet," he laughed, using his other hand to pluck at my nipples and squeeze my firm young breasts. "But he still hasn't got out his hose!"
"Ohhh, please do that, Mr. Fireman," I urged, wiggling around and giving him all he could deal with. "Ohhh, ohhh, yes!"
Hearing that, he unzipped his fly and hauled out his big, hard cock.
I always go crazy when I see one. I go even crazier when I handle one. And I really go crazy when I feel one in me!
So I stroked his for a bit, fingering the swollen head and going up and down the throbbing shaft. But I only did it for a bit, since I was so hot to have it in my pussy, and I knew from what I'd heard that it was safe, too. All of a sudden, I hunched forward off the rail fence and brought myself down on it. It went all the way in, so deep I could feel his balls on my labia.
"Fuck me, Mister Fireman," I squealed. "Fuck me, Mr. Old Farmer. Fuck me good, fuck me real good!"
And he did. Oh, yes, he did!
Actually, I did most of the work. He got his hands back under my buns and held me up, but I clung to him as he stood there and I lunged up and down. My naked tits bounced against his chest, and I looked right into his eyes as I did the deed. Anybody watching us from behind would have seen my fresh young quim taking his long, thick tool.
"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!" I shrieked, there in the open air. "Ohhh, my pussy's tingling!"
"I'll make it tingle, missy," he laughed. "I'll make it tingle, and come!"
Then I did come, putting out so much juice that it spread to my thighs and covered his balls. My clit went wild, my insides tightened, and my nipples ached. I hung onto him for dear life, like I was going to be part of him. He squeezed my bare cheeks, helping me along. He must have been thirty years older than I was, but damn, what a stud!
"Ohhh! Ohhh!" I shouted, taking it all the way. "Ohhhhh, your cock's like one of those fence posts!"
"Much obliged for the compliment," he grinned. "And your pussy's like a fresh, juicy peach!"
I was going to ask if he wanted to eat my peach, but I liked his cock in me more. So I signaled I was ready for another round, and he sure wasn't complaining. One nice thing about old guys was that they were slow to come. And that made it even better for a hot young gal like me!
At first, he just kept on with me being his clinging vine. But then he pulled out for a second, and turned me around. He sort of hung me over the rail, then grabbed my waist and went back into my pussy from behind. Now the underside of his Johnson bar was right on my joy button, and he was going even deeper than before.
My, what a charge I got from being fucked like that! I was balanced there on my tummy, with my hair, arms, and titties hanging down in front, and my spread legs hanging down behind. It was kind of a thrill to think that at any minute, I could fall forward or backward. In fact, his strong old cock in me seemed to be the only thing that was keeping me there!
"Ohhh! Ohhh, yeah!" I moaned. "Damn, do you know how to do it!"
"It comes from long practice, missy," the old farmer replied from behind me. "If I've fucked one woman in my time, I've fucked every one I could lay my hands on!"
Just then, a pickup truck went by on the road. The driver didn't slow down, but he still got an eyeful. What must he have thought, seeing a naked gal hung over the fence with a guy putting it to her? But this was Orgy Town, after all, or at least the country outside it. And the fact that he saw us gave me even more of a charge.
"You know, I've done gals on a pickup truck," my partner said. "Most often from behind, the way I'm doing you. I find a new one, drive out into the woods, put down the tailgate, and have them lean over it. Then I pull down their pants, pull out my cock, and the rest is history."
"Well, now I know why they call it a pickup truck, because you pick them up," I joked. "And it must be called a tailgate because that's where you get a 'piece of tail'! "
But I soon forgot my joke, since I felt a serious orgasm on the way. At the same time, his cock grew even bigger and harder.
"So, are you going to put out my fire?" I asked. "Are you going to give my hot young pussy what it needs on this hot summer day?"
"I sure am," he answered. "I'm gonna give you a great big load of my nice, soothing sperm!"
And he did, damn but he did! As I wiggled and quivered, as my hanging tits shook and my tummy tightened and my thighs tensed and my pussy went crazier than ever, he came so strong I thought he was going to blast us both off the face of the earth. I felt so much stuff spurt inside me that it ran back out again.
"Ohhh, yeah!" I screamed with joy. "Ohhhhh, you practice what you preach!"
"Glad to be of service, missy," he laughed, as he pulled out and shot some more, if it was possible, onto the ground. "It's a pleasure, with a hot young gal like you!"
So that was my time with the old farmer. I get all hot even now, just thinking about it. He helped me down off the fence, and I wiggled back into my short shorts and tied the red bandanna around my tits again. Then I sashayed on my way, as he took off his hat, did a little bow, and thanked me for the sex.
But that wasn't the only time I fucked him. The thought of what had happened, and of his big, hard cock, brought me back to that field of his. One day, we even did it on his tractor, with me riding him as he rode along. That made his work easier in more ways than one, and the bouncing sure helped out my pussy!
We did it on the tailgate of his pickup truck, too, just like he'd said, and it was a blast. And I've fucked him a couple of times at orgies like this one. In fact, I just might track him down and do him tonight!
At that point, Toni fell silent. Jennifer and Joe, as they sat there watching her and her husband Jim, wondered why. But then they realized he was still eating her pussy, and that explained it. They'd been too absorbed by her story to even notice, but she'd been turned on by it, as well.
So, with a shudder, Toni came! It happened at the mid-point of her tale, just as it had with her husband's. It occurred at the middle of her "tail", too, and that was her pussy!
"Ohhh. Ohhhhh, damn!" the cute blonde squealed, squirming around as Jim lapped her juices. "Ohhhh!"
She grabbed his hair, then squeezed her breasts, then beat her fists on the couch in ecstasy.
"Well, like my husband said, I mixed the past with the present," she giggled when she was done. "But maybe you'd like to hear more outdoor stuff, Jenny and Joe. You haven't been at one of our real Orgy Town fertility rites yet, so how about that?"
They would like. Yes, indeed!
It must have started hundreds of years ago, when the first settlers came (Toni continued, in her earthy manner of speaking). They probably brought the ceremony over from the Old World, where it had gone all the way back to ancient times.
You can guess the drill. After the seeds were planted in the spring, at the first full moon, couples fucked on the fields to sort of give things a boost. The men were sure to come outside the women, too, so they could shoot their jism on the ground to help some more. Maybe that's how the "come shot" was invented!
Anyhow, the custom came down to us, and I'm using the right word. But, being horny folks, we don't just do it in the spring, we do it all year round, like here in this special hall. That way, we stay warmed up, and we have a heck of a lot of fun doing so!
There's always a "fertility goddess," too, and I think you can guess who that is for us, right now. It's Myra, of course! She'll hold the title until the next incredibly stacked young gal comes along.
In the meantime, she's being kept under wraps and pampered like a queen, to include getting all the cock she asks for in private. She's only brought out for the ritual, and sometimes to initiate a new guy like you, Joe. You don't know how lucky you were!
At any rate, here's what happened the last time. Everybody gathered at the edge of town at sunset, buck naked. Then the old farmer, with Myra on his arm, led us out into the fields. We made a bed out of some soft branches, and she lay back on it. Then, just when the full moon rose, we got started.
You see, it begins with the "goddess." She takes on as many guys as she wants, just like you did, Jennifer. In fact, what both you and Joe did tonight was sort of a mock ceremony. After that, it spreads to everyone, and the whole town fucks on the ground.
We even have torches, and a bonfire, and big tables with refreshments, and the whole ball of wax. Somebody told me we once had guys carrying huge phallic symbols and young gals with big models of pussies, but now we try to be a little more up to date!
Anyway, Myra lay back. Her incredible breasts were standing up, round like balloons, with her thick, hard nipples at the center of them. Her tummy was smooth and flat, but her great big buns were pressing the earth. Her gorgeous thighs were spread, and her pussy, with its big patch of yellow fur, was open, as well. You could see every juicy fold, not to mention her hard, almost pulsating clit and her hungry love hole.
Yes, Myra was the ultimate in sex. She was Woman herself, and a pagan goddess, for sure. And the men stepped up to do her justice, with their hard, throbbing cocks in their hands.
The first one was Earl, if you know him. They'd had a lottery for the honor, and he had won. He got down on his knees and kissed her quim, since that's part of the ritual, too. And if that's making an object out of a woman or a pussy, I'd like to have it done to me!
Then he got over her and plowed on into her, to use a fitting word. Holding himself on his elbows, he thrust strongly, being inspired by all that bodacious womanhood to do his very best. But he didn't really have to use his elbows, since those blown-up boobs of hers supported him. In fact, no guy can kiss her when he's fucking her, since he can't get close enough!
"Oh, damn. Oh. Oh, damn," Earl panted. He fucked flat out, not taking his time, because he knew there were other men waiting in line.
But Myra didn't say anything, since she never does. Maybe it's because she's foreign, like some people think, but it could be that she only knows the language of sex!
"Ohhh. Ohhh!" gasped her lover, thrusting even faster. "Ohhhhh!"
Then his whole body went stiff, he shut his eyes and gritted his teeth, and he pulled out and pumped a big, steaming load onto the newly planted earth.
And Myra had an orgasm, too, like she always does. As you know, she can have one just from getting her tits or her buns humped! She threw back her blonde head, closed her blue eyes, opened her sensuous mouth, and sighed with passion, if I can get a bit poetic about it like my husband does. Every inch of her smooth, overblown, amazing body quivered, and her nipples even seemed to twitch! I'm sure that her pussy, too, was absolutely spasming with bliss, and that she squirted some of her own stuff onto the ground.
Then the next guy stepped up, without even a break. But that pagan goddess wouldn't have wanted one, because her supply of sex was endless!
We were all gathered around, of course, watching. The men were idly stroking their erect cocks, and the women were fingering their switched-on clits. There was a circle of torches, and the lucky people at Myra's feet got to actually see those male tools going right into her dripping quim.
The new guy was new, in more ways than one. Not more than nineteen, it was his fine luck to be getting initiated into sex in a situation like that! It must have been even better than my husband's first time with Natasha.
The guy's eyes bugged out when he saw her huge, upstanding breasts and her wide-open pussy. Here was all the woman he'd ever want, and much, much more! He was almost intimidated by her, and we only hoped his hard cock wouldn't shrink. But such is Myra that she makes men get that much stiffer.
He got over and in her in an instant, plunging deep. Riding on that cushiony but firm body of hers, he fucked like there was no tomorrow. He might have savored his first moments of sexual contact with a woman, that first touch of his cock tip to her slit or that first thrusting motion. But this fast approach seemed to be just as good.
"Oh! Oh, yeah!" he shouted instead of sighing. "Oh, this is so great!"
Again, Myra only replied with her body, but that was more than enough.
Faster and faster the young guy went at it, until he was ready to come. Then he did come, and what a thing it was! He went into a positive frenzy, holding onto the big woman so he wouldn't fall off her.
"Oh, fuck!" he bellowed, so loudly that it echoed over the fields. "Ohhh. Ohhhhh!"
And when he shot, he remembered to pull out and do it onto the ground. But he'd stored up so much that it could have filled several pussies with enough left over for the ancient rite!
So those were the first two men that the incredible Myra took on. There were more, but pretty soon the orgy became general. In fact, great as that gal was and is, I'd rather tell about me, now!
To make a long story short, I made it with four guys at once! I got down on my hands and knees, and two came at me from the front and two from behind. Yes, my pussy and my mouth had all they could handle!
My tits hung down, my back curved, and my butt wiggled as I got ready. My lips were parted, too, as I prepared to suck cock. That action started first. Kneeling at my face, one guy offered his hard, throbbing tool, being soon replaced by the other one. I went back and forth between them, taking them deep and looking wantonly up at them.
"Uhhh. Uhhh!" they sighed, reaching down to stroke my shoulders and my blonde head. "Hey, lover, you're damned good!"
"Mmmmm," I hummed around them. "Mmmmm!"
Then I felt the action begin at the other end. It caught me by surprise, but that was even more exciting. All of a sudden, a big cock slid into my dripping quim. It made some strong lunges, after which it was replaced by another. I had fun trying to tell them apart. They talk about casual sex, but this fucking was even anonymous!
"Ohhh, lover!" I heard those guys moan.
"Ohhh, you sure can do it!"
"Mmmmm!" I hummed louder. "Mmmmm! Mmmmm!"
like it always does in those fore and aft situations, what I was doing behind helped with what I was doing in front, and vice versa. I was inspired to give better head due to those cocks in my pussy, and I fucked even better because I was sucking. What's more, there were two at each place, and I rocked back and forth on all fours, taking proper care of all of them.
We kept on like that, four guys and little old me, for a good long time. For my part, I figured that I wasn't letting anybody else at the orgy down, because I was just using my time efficiently!
But then we all got so excited we just had to come, and we sure did. I felt a great big orgasm start in my quim, after which it spread to my whole squirming body. It even seemed to go to my mouth, and I wondered if that could come too, especially since it was stuffed with cock like a pussy!
"Ohhh, damn. Ohhhhh!" I screamed, finally letting that cock out so I could. I'm sure as heck not silent like that Myra.
"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!" yelled the four guys, one at a time and together, as they all got their rocks off like crazy.
And damned if they didn't time it so they all spurted at once. When I looked around, they all had their tools out of me and in their hands, stroking them the rest of the way. Before long, they were shooting long white streams of their stuff onto the field, just like they were supposed to.
Yeah, I sure did my part. I delivered four loads for the price of one, as it were! And now, as I look around this indoor orgy, I see that things are winding down. I wish they weren't, but like they say in more ways than one, all good things must come to an end. So I guess I'd better get my husband's face out of my crotch, and we'd all better get up, get dressed, and go.
"Thank you for sharing that with us," said curvy, dark-haired Jennifer. "Both you and Jim can really tell a tale!"
"Yes, really," Joe nodded. "And I have a sneaking hunch there are more where those came from!"
So they, and Jim and Toni, and Marge and Earl, and the old farmer and his wife, and all the good people of Orgy Town, went tiredly but happily down the stairs and out into the moonlit night, to their homes and beds. They would meet again at the time of the next full moon, when it would surely be spring.
Then, they'd really go out and fuck on the newly plowed fields, which would be an even newer experience for Jennifer and Joe. It would be an even more direct return to nature, and the ancient fertility rite in its purest form.
Who knew but that their friends from the city might join them someday, that Bree and Ted, and Richard and Sally, might find their rural revelation, too?
In the meantime, they'd return to their humdrum jobs at the bank and the travel agency, in a town that was little more than a wide place in the road. But what a universe of sex existed behind its quaint house-fronts and on its moonlit fields, and what a life there was to be lived after hours!
It had been the first of their orgies, and there'd be many, literally, to come. By the very nature of the activity, it had no beginning or end. They'd bury themselves in this small town, but with, the secret knowledge that they'd be enjoying more sex in a year than most people did in a lifetime. For that, and tonight's orgy, and all of them, "memorable" would be too weak a word.
"Fantastic" might be more like it. Or, better yet, "fucking great!"
