Chapter 6
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.