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Adultvillage 02 Tattoo Erection

Adultvillage 02 Tattoo Erection

by boobuddy
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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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"I can't do that here, you know that, everybody knows us, you are such a sleaze bag sometimes." Her voice had a hint of humour. Her mind immediately flashed back to their first meeting where he convinced her to flash a waiter in a quiet city pub they were drinking in. She didn't even know his name at this point, as she had only met him less than an hour previously. [Adult World Pt 02: The Waiter] This entire episode led to an incredible relationship over the last two years. They had moved in together within twenty-four hours of meeting and had a live-in crowd in their flat that practices a form of free love or swinging until a corrupt police officer had virtually forced them out of their accommodation. This had been a curse and a blessing, as they had found a farm to rent in a village called Burntwood that was only a forty-minute drive from the city. The place was a little over 20 hectares, their lease was fantastic and even better they were now on a fantastic deal to buy the property. The organisation they had formed was now the proud owner of Adult Farm, with a new main building after a tragic fire, a barn converted into movie studios, spa, swimming pool, caravan park and cabins. Adult Farm was forever expanding, with new and exciting things planned. This was a centre for sex and causal relationships, a place where consenting adults could do what they liked, where they liked, as long as they had consent. They loved it, along with their crowd of members. These two had become the prime movers and shakers in this organisation, along with many others such as Suzy who owned the restaurant they were in and the village mayor Felicity. Their journey from a chance encounter to becoming the driving force behind Adult Farm showcased their ability to create a thriving community centred around consensual adult relationships. With their growing influence, they were not only shaping the future of the organisation but also challenging societal norms and redefining the boundaries of sexual liberation. June and Dave still had their youthful exuberance, strove for an adventurous and fun life.

They visited the Burntwood Cafe, owned by one of their members, after talking about being more visible in the community and connecting with the local village..

"Why not? You've done it before without all this fuss, it's just a flash. I think he is looking at you up and down. Show him something and give the dog a bone. I think it's funny." Dave noticed that a guy, dressed in faded jeans, a black muscle shirt, with a blue streak in his hair and several tattoos on his arm, seemed interested in June. He stared at her intently, his eyes focused on her more below the table, than above.

"No, not here, who is he anyway I haven't seen him before."

"Oh, just some guy passing through I would say, come on it would be fun we haven't picked up a bit of stray in years, Suzy will have a spare room at her house we could have an adventure with a stranger, where's you sense of adventure?"

"Pretty weird, guy, not your standard bloke clothes, he has a blue streak. I still have the devil in me but, on my terms, not yours. Go talk to Suzy see if she has spare room at her house. Tell her we will clean up after."

Dave left the table for the kitchen, excited about the prospect of an afternoons fun, he would see if he could secure a room for the afternoon, Suzy ran her house as a bed-and-breakfast.

After a successful plead for the room and a promise from Suzy, she would join them once she closed up for the afternoon Dave emerged from the kitchen and scanned the dining area for June the stranger. They were nowhere to be seen. A panic rose from his gut, what the fuck had happened June didn't just disappear like that. What had he done in egging her on, she couldn't just disappear? The flashing act may have worked in the city, in a pub, but here in a sleepy country village was probably a step to far.

Dave felt his panic rising, he scanned the room a second time his eyes stopping at each table. The white and red table clothes littered with people half eaten food with only two tables in the restaurant empty, the one he and June had been sitting at and the one the stranger had been sitting at. Perhaps she had gone to the toilet, and he has left. Robert Phillips, the local supermarket owner, caught his eye.

"Dave, June just stepped out. She said you would understand." Said the store owner. Dave noticed he was with one of his staff and they were sharing a bottle of wine. Interesting, he thought.

"What about the guy over there?" Said Dave, point at the table opposite to the one Dave and June had been sitting at.

"Didn't notice sorry." Robert responded.

"Dishy guy blue streaked in his hair, muscle T and tats?" Asked the woman next to Robert."

"That's him." Said Dave.

"Yeah, now you ask, he went almost the same time, maybe a minute earlier. He had just been chatting to her."

Dave stepped out onto the front step of the cafe restaurant the sky was a perfect blue, as he stood on the concrete footpath running through the centre of the village. He wiped the sweat from his brow reached into his pocket and retrieved his sun glasses and placed them on his head.

"Shit, it's hot," he mutters to himself, the temperature had reached the mid-thirties and humidity was high.

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"A swim in Suzy's pool would be welcome, but first find these two surely are not doing something behind the restaurant without me." He moved down the side of the building on an old brick path to where he knew the skip bins were. This is a place people who couldn't give up nicotine would hang out for a quick gasp of a cigarette. Muffled voices came from that direction and he thought he could recognise Junes soft whispered voice.

He knew he had feared it, but he didn't think it would actually be happening, as much as they were in a relationship where sex was sex and love was love and although they could cross, they didn't necessarily. They were both free to have sex with whoever but he was out with his girl for goodness' sake, surely, she isn't fucking him by the skip bins. They had organised the fucking in the comfort of Suzy's place, and everyone would participate. This felt like he was being cheated on. He quickened his stride to reach the corner, he didn't know why, he didn't want to see them doing that, but for some reason he felt he had to. Dave found his feeling strange as he never really felt jealous of other men with her in the past, but now, right here he felt insanely jealous.

He rounded the corner, and he thought his worse nightmare was coming true, there was this stranger with the weird hair and shabby clothes with his impressive cock out of his fly and resting on June's hand. June spoke first.

"Hey Dave, come and look at this Carlo has his dick tattooed, have you ever seen anything like it? It's Thunderbird 1 from the nineteen sixties TV show Thunder birds. He says it's a hypersonic rocket, just what every girl needs up her twat. I am going for a ride with it this afternoon, have we got Suzy's place organised?"

"Yes, Suzy's is organised, she will turn up about three thirty, meanwhile it will be just the three of us."

"Cool." June turned to Carlo. "Carlo did this Tat hurt? Did you need to have an erection to have it done? It must have hurt? and when you know you get hard, what happens to it?"

"It hurt like hell to start, I kind of got used to it, you have to, the worse thing was as the tattooist messing with it, a soft warm feminine hand stretching it over a spoon thing, makes the bloody thing keep growing. Not good when it needs to be floppy to get the image right. Once the artwork is finished then an erection just increases the size of the rocket."

"You said a feminine hand, what you had your girl friend there while you were getting it inked?" asked June.

Carlo laughed. "No. The tattooist was a lady; she was obsessed with it. It was the first time she had been asked to do such a thing. She did a great job, but I think she was torn between inking it and fucking it. Sorry didn't mean to be so crude."

"I didn't realise there were female tattoo artists, but I suppose why not? I wonder if they would do." June paused and then says. "Maybe not forget it."

"What are you thinking Juicy J?" Dave joined the conversation. June's brown eyes sparkled as she brushed her brown hair off her face. Her cheeks had coloured a little as considered her reply.

"I have always wanted a wee cartoon sign post with an arrow pointing to my cunny saying 'open all hours'"

Carlo laughed, and Dave looked a bit awkward. "We would talk before you did something like that wouldn't we?"

"Maybe you going all conservative on me then?"

"Let's get to Suzy's and have some fun." Dave changed the subject.

Carlos tucked his cock back in his skinny blue jeans. "I have my bike with me, you want a ride June?"

"Yes please, I have a helmet we came on a 4-wheeler farm bike. Dave, you lead the way."

Dave felt uncomfortable with this arrangement but could not object as he would be seen to be breaking the spirit of their mantra: trust, love and sex. She would say I can have male friends. He could see the connection had already gone deeper than that. He couldn't help stop thinking that Junes naked wet cunt would be leaving a sticky mess on this dudes bike seat, perhaps the heat of the black leather on it would be two painful for her to travel that way.

"Dave get me the towelling seat cover off the bike, I burn my bits if I sit on his bike seat and then I will be good for nothing this afternoon and we would want that boys would we?"

"Good idea," said her new biker friend.

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She felt wide open and exposed as she raised her leg over the bike saddle to sit as a pillion on the Triumph motorbike. She splayed her thighs apart to fit over the bike seat, placing her naked bottom end on the just placed towel seat. The loose cover found its way into the crevices of her vagina. She slid her bum from side to side in an attempt to settle things in her folds. This activity intensifying her cravings. How debauched is this in the middle of Burntwood she thought? She felt like telling Carlos to fuck her right here in front of the coffee shop. What a show that would be. She wanted to feel the Carlos Thunderbird protuberance at full extension deep in her vagina, pumping in and out to her screams of satisfaction filling the village streets. She couldn't think straight. This was so exciting.

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She had never felt such sexually intensive ecstasy since her first meeting with Dave, when he asked her to spread her legs and show her naked pussy to the waiter in the pub at their first meeting. She couldn't get enough of Carlos and his commanding presence. His rugged charm and confident demeanour drove her wild, making her crave his touch even more. The thought of being utterly consumed by him right there in public was both thrilling and terrifying, pushing her boundaries in ways she never imagined. The memory washed over her. She wanted this so badly she could fuck him in broad daylight in the middle of the village if he demanded that of her. She felt his left hand leave the handlebars and slide around his back and up her thighs, reaching for her outer labia. He stroked gently, and she widened her legs and shuffled forward further to give him room to penetrate her. His fingers reached the outer slit between her labia to the next level. Fuck, he was going to fingerfuck her on his motorcycle. How cool is that? She wanted it so much. Shuffling herself even closer, she parted her thighs even further. Her sundress rode up to her waist, displaying her naked thighs. She reached around to find the zip to release Thunderbird one. She was going to masturbate him as they rode. She couldn't quite reach the zip. Then suddenly, the bike turned right into Suzy's driveway. Her ecstasy would have to wait, as she clambered off the bike, giving Carlos the full few of her hungry, engorged wet crotch.

Dave unlocked the gate on the two-meter-high solid fence that surrounded the garden, as Carlos and June removed their helmets.

They filed through the drive gates, Suzy had told them the room at the back of the garage was set up as a guest playroom including king size bed, anchor points for restraints and a cupboard full of toys.

The paved backyard was surrounded by a metal fence over two metres tall. On Suzy's side, hedges masked the fence, giving the area a soft garden look. The space was dominated by a swimming pool surrounded by a glass fence and a deck with sun lounges.

"The yard is completely private; we can fornicate all we like here. "Said June as she seated herself on a sun bed and reached for sunscreen." Well, who's taking my top off and applying the sunscreen? Slip you shoes off and come over here both of you."

"I will sort that out," says Dave as he hurried to get next to her first. With a single movement, he put his hands around the bottom of her white sundress and pulled it over her short black pony tail.

June's brown round eyes sparkled as they caught the sunlight, reflecting it back with a dazzling radiance. Releasing her pony tail she shook the thick black strands, so they framed her light tanned face and rested on her bare shoulders.

Her young breasts were perfect globes with small dark brown nipples standing in the perfect setting of her small light coloured areola.

Her light breathing, almost inaudible, but her movements create a soft sound as she shifts and spreads her thighs to reveal the perfectly smooth folds of the slight rise of her outer labia, revealing a small crease, a hint of hidden pleasures within. Her sun-kissed body is a work of erotic art, perfectly tanned and proportioned.

"Wow, you have no signs of tan lines you must sun bake naked at a lot." Said Carlo as he ogled her in the raw.

"At the farm, we tend to only wear textiles when required for safety. Otherwise, it's as natural as can be."

"You guys' nudists?"

"No, but we don't believe clothing is necessary at home."

"Don't you go around with a boner all the time?"

June interrupts the conversation by undoing Carlos's jeans' top button and forcing his jeans to the floor.

"Wow, your rocket ship is ready to launch!" Said June, reaching for his growing erection. The bulging veins on the white protrusion appeared as if they were sculptured into the tattoo, as if the artist had factored them in to overall erotic fantasy. June knew she had to have this pulsing, perfectly decorated dick inside her. She knew how her fascination with this human probe exploring her inner woman was causing Dave significant anxiety. Dave was not seeing this as fun sexual play, but as a shift in June's emotional pull away from him. He felt as if he was now competing for her mind set not just her sexual favours. He knew he shouldn't feel that way, June just seemed very different.

"Dave taste rocket man before I tuck him in my hanger. He will come out diminished after I have drained his fuel sacks."

Dave reluctantly bent his head to take in the shimmering, glistening rocket head in his lips. He was okay with this stuff, he had sucked plenty of cocks, the situation and the owner of the penis worried him.

"I'll suck him if he does the same for me isn't that the rules."

June could see her debouched afternoon slipping away if Carlo didn't cooperate with the rules, the rules that said, do unto others, and so on.

"Humour him Carlo, you can have me totally after."

Carlo moved his head to position himself over Dave's genitals. "No problem."

"Looks like you don't need me." Said June.

"Oh, we definitely both need you beautiful we are just getting to know each other aren't we Dave."

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