This is the story of a rejected,just twenty-year-old boy and an overweight, in her view, nineteen-year-old girl meeting in a noisy nightclub, both feeling the world of love and happiness had no place for them. They meet in desperation, vowing not to get too emotionally involved ever again but to just have fun with sex, exploring its possibilities and deviations. The result has created a very open sexual life, which expanded to include old and new friends. They even sustain their own emotional relationship between themselves, built on consent, trust and honesty.
They centre their adult world in Dave and June's city abode as the couple create a circle of like-minded people, and establish a business around their philosophy of open sex and steady emotional relationships. They sell adult toys online and make their own brand of adult films. Life is great until an aggressive police team hounds them out of their city flat. With the help of a member called Poppy, they secured a lease on a small holding to continue their lifestyle. [Adult World 1-26]
The group moved to a farm property near the village of Burntwood, an hour away from the city. Dave, June, and their group did not go unnoticed in Burntwood. The small village, known for its conservative values, was immediately abuzz with gossip and suspicion. Many residents were wary of the newcomers, their unconventional lifestyle clashing starkly with the town's apparent traditional norms. An idealistic lifestyle went well until their aggressor in the police force in the form of a police constable caused them grief in Burntwood, burning their home down and some local young men gang raped one of their members. [Adult Farm 1-25]
This phase of their story sees the self-made family now trying to rise above their adversity to continue building their new world and perhaps bringing at least some of the community with them.
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An overwhelming odour making breathing difficult, the ooze of her sex on his tongue and in his ears deaf from the tight grip of her soft silky thighs, this should be heaven but it was more like some kind of Sodom hell, something had to break soon. He couldn't see just feel, the potent smell of feminine pre-cum blotted out every other odour. His ears were jammed between the silky white smoothness of thighs his tongue buried in a naked wet vagina. His own erection nearing completion. How much longer could he hang on? She was in a similar dilemma, her slit rubbing its self across his lips and tongue which was forced in place by a firm hand behind his head. Even though they both wanted to explode into an orgasm, both of them knew this was impossible in their current situation. The small square cubby hole that made up the modesty shield in the office desk barely fit his bulk. His legs were cramped, he couldn't move his elbows, and he was hunched backwards as he squeezed his head between her thighs. He could hear the mumbling of the conversation in the room, but couldn't really make out what stage the proceedings were at. He considered stopping his relentless stimulation of her vagina, but every time he slowed or eased the pressure, she would push he head back close in.
She was sitting in a leather office chair, completely naked below the waist, above her waist she was wearing a white blouse neatly button to the neck with a small black ribbon of a tie befitting hero status. Felicity Pilkington-Fell faced a large computer monitor topped with a video camera. The monthly meeting, her brain child, comprised an informal get together among a group of small counties throughout the southeast of the state. Felicity was becoming visibly disturbed as her orgasm started to reach its peak. She closed the meeting in a hurry and watched the tiny zoom squares go blank and disappear as her orgasm built as an uncontrolled volcano. As soon as the last square went blank, she pushed back from her desk sending Dave sprawling forward we his face in her crotch, his right fingers in her snatch and his left working his own dick.
"What the heck is that?" her phone is buzzing. "For goodness' sake, I've answered the bloody thing. I thought I was cancelling it." The screen lights up with a man's face filling her screen, there is a much smaller image that should be her face but was her naked from the waist down and David between her thighs. "Fuck you're not supposed to see that. "
"Sometimes you are such a whore. I assume you didn't show me that on purpose or were you trying to give me a message?"
"I'm sorry no I didn't. We thought it be a laugh at the time, but anyway it's now off my bucket list."
"Where are you, clearly not the mayor's office?"
"At Adult Farm, in one of the two formal offices very nice, isn't it Dave." Felicity said, trying to divert the attention from her current situation.
"Don't know I've been stuck in the modesty recess with a face full of you for thirty minutes." Said Dave then as an afterthought. Hi Jarryd just doing as I was told. Hope you don't mind."
"Not at all I will return the favour sometime with June."
"She will be delighted."
"Oh, fuck you weren't meant to see that." She said.
Her husband whose full-time role was that of a corporate lawyer for a multinational corporation and was away on business more than he was home. He took part in the informal meetings as a legal opinion when required. He had been on the video meeting.
"I wondered why you were looking so disinterested during the latter part of that call. Didn't think you would be whoring it up with a man under your desk That's a bit desperate even for you. I'll be home tonight you know. Thought we might take the chance for a Farm meeting."
"Ok, I will get the people organised and see if we can get some issues put to bed."
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The sounds of chatter and laughter created a melodic buzz as the Adult Farm stake holders gathered around the biggest picnic table under the gazebo in the Barbeque area. The squawk of the rainbow-coloured Lorikeets and beeping pink and grey Galahs in the surrounding trees added to the atmosphere. A small area some five meters from the picnic table and backed by bush housed a feeding area for the birds. The parrots arrived every day for feeding at around eight in the morning and came and went for the rest of the day, Galahs would come in for a late afternoon feed.
The picnic table meeting had been called to resolve some issue facing the club faced since the fire had burnt down the old house and been replaced by their new purpose-built club rooms. The Mayor of Burntwood, Felicity Pilkington-Fell and her husband Charles Pilkington, the current Adult Farm legal adviser, called the meeting to overcome some issues the organisation faced. Felicity and Charles were next-door neighbours to the farm. Felicity had meet Dave skinny dipping in a water hole both farms claimed. The relationship between Felicity and Dave was consummated not more than ten minutes after they meet. [Adult Farm - The Water Hole]
Our offer to purchase the property came with two promises from us. The first is giving Angus membership as he did setup this whole wonderful deal he gave us. Fulfilling our promises is vital for building trust and maintaining credibility within the community and especially with Angus. He must receive his deserved membership. If we are selfish, we must consider that we may require his help again in the future. It's about keeping him sweet. The second was letting Mrs. Macquarie, the lady who had okayed the arrangements for the purchase and payment of the property, come visit the farm and observe its operation. If we don't have your dad Poppy, then we cannot honour that request either. Looks to me like having your father, no matter what, is very important."
June added, "Mrs. Macquarie is in her 90s, and although still very fit and if we believe Angus still sexually active, or would like to be we have a duty to bring her here. She has been such a generous sponsor of us, one we could never expect when Dave and I first got together way back then in a noisy night club." [Adult World - The Meeting]
Dave said. "Angus said that Mrs. Macquarie came right out one day and said, he could look after her affairs if he would let her touch his penis regularly. Apparently, that turned into a blow job every time he turned up and before you know it he was banging the old bird."
"How old was she?" said Colin Guest, an original member of the group.
"She was in her early nineties or just ninety I believe, Angus couldn't believe it, but the job as executor was so lucrative and she was a nice old duck that he agreed."
"I thought a ninety-year-old lady would have problems, like her apparatus would shrink or something like that." said Colin