Chapter 9
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!