Note from Bookbuddy: This series of Adult World is set of tales published Novel following a group of like mind people who join forces to create a world where sex and love are separate planets They build a swingers community focused on bringing all forms of sexual activity to those pursuing it for pleasure without shame. Read the stories before this to follow the full picture of these innocent young people.
After being harassed out of the apartment in the city, they move to a country house, where life gets even wilder.
New readers, I recommend starting at - Adult World Pt 01 The Meeting - to understand the characters and background.
Everyone else, thanks for continuing to stories and this tale.
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The move to the farm had gone smoothly and Poppy's dad had organised new tenants to move into their apartment almost immediately. Friday the Adult World team were in the apartment and the next Friday a couple in their early sixties called Joan and Bernard Dingle with their quadriplegic son Arthur, occupied it. The Dingles moved in on the Saturday morning, had a ramp built for the front door, and were thrilled with an apartment so close to the city. Once the older couple finished the major unpack, the neighbours came calling. It overjoyed the other residents of the apartments to have such nice new neighbours. The previous young ones seemed to have parties and screaming matches every day, and anytime of the day. The neighbours brought over a dinner casserole for them and stayed for a cuppa tea. This appeared such an ideal place to live, Joan was so happy she connected with her neighbour Gladys, and they had already planned to get together for Sunday dinner at their place. Gladys had reasoned that Joan, Bernie, and Arthur wouldn't want to cook dinner by then. She also wanted to show Joan her knitting machine, and some designs she had developed.
This move was proving to be an excellent move. It made Joan so happy she felt all twenty-something again.
Their first night the couple had retired to bed early exhausted. Bernie rolled over and went to sleep as soon as they had hit the pillow. Joan lay wondering what happened to christening the apartment, in times past they had always made love on the lounge floor on their first night. Her body hadn't forgotten, she felt warm and glowing; she hadn't thought too much about sex for a long time, but she really felt frisky now, it must be because their whole new existence seemed certain and she felt very relaxed. She had fretted about where they could live, this place answered all her prayers, and they had a five-year lease. She could relax that felt so damn good.
"I want a root." She thought and giggled to herself, she put one hand between her legs and the other her around her husband's paunch, below his beer pot, fishing his cock out through his fly. Flaccid and a little damp, that won't work, he snored on. She thought the bathroom might have a substitute in it, roll on deodorant canister had been useful before as a substitute for a Dick. She slipped into the tiny white tiled en suite and there on the floor not packed away yet her oval pink toilet bag lay. Ah, that contained the toys she used to use, she might be lucky. She had planned to sell the toys or just rid herself of them before moving but a mixture of embarrassment and uncertainty had delayed her. Good job, she thought. She remembered her favourite toy had no batteries, she removed them to protect the fat purple dildo.
"Oh, fiddle faddle." She muttered to herself and crept out of the master bedroom, finding her way to the kitchenette. She remembered storing spare batteries in a small draw to the right of the sink. The right batteries inserted she moved to the couch. She reasoned to herself, this moment of pure lust and pleasure would be hers if that bastard wanted to sleep and snore.
"I don't need to disturb Bernie, he can't do anything about it, anyway. The buzz of the toy would wake him, and he couldn't help."
Only lit by a glow from the street lighting sneaking in around the curtains, the room was dark. She extended her recliner, pulled her pastel blue nightie up, put the toy in her mouth to lubricate it, before pushing the pulsing plastic phallus into her vagina. Heaven, her mind drifted. Reliving two nights of rampant passion she had with a young man when she was in her late twenties. On this occasion, she went away for a weekend with her craft group, Bernie left at home playing in his workshop. How the guy with the tattoo on his dick came into the picture she couldn't remember, but she went back to his room with two other girls to see his green dragon to its full extent. The four of them never left that room until the craft weekend was over. It was unrestrained sex, she never experienced sex like this with Bernie or any other lover before or since. Those precise hours were so good she had cum countless times thinking about it. Envisaging the scene all over again. Bernie, or any other man had never been so free and relaxed. Bernie was a good man, but he had his issues in that department. In recent times, it didn't get stiff until about five in the morning. Perhaps she could take advantage before he had his morning pee.
The build-up of her orgasm was reaching a crescendo, her eyes closed as she focused on the ripples of pleasure building through her body.
"Can I help?" the male voice sounded familiar, she stopped pumping the plastic cock inside herself to find her crippled son in front of her in his wheelchair, his hand on his cock rubbing it slowly. She lay legs spread, her whole lower torso exposed to him with her dildo stuffed in her vagina still vibrating. Instant shame, washed over her body, she quickly scrambled to turn the device off. She had no opportunity to respond, he reached in and took control. He never spoke, he manipulated the device expertly, she closed her eyes and returned to the green dragon. Her orgasm was the best in ten years, her whole body shook with pleasure as she flooded her son's hand and her nightdress. He withdrew the Dildo, turned it off, and tossed it on the couch still stroking his cock. She knew her role, she moved position to her knees beside her son and his wheelchair, without looking into his eyes wrapped her lips around his fat little purple head. It didn't take long before an endless stream of thick white funky goo filled Joan's mouth. Her son was gently brushing her hair with one hand while caressing her breasts inside her nightie with the other. Her mind was confused, but elated at the same time what did this mean to her relationship with both her son and her husband. She instinctively swallowed her son's cum and opened her mouth for him to see she had not left a drop.
"Back to bed Mum, I hope we can play this game again. What unexpected fun."
Joan slipped back to bed, Bernie had rolled to his right sleeping soundly. She reached over to find his cock still limp; she sighed and tried to go back to sleep.
