Chapter 1
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!