Chapter 12
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!"