His 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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Tilly couldn't remember when she had felt so much pleasure, ever since meeting Emmy in Suzy's Cafe she had been on a high that just grew. The thought had just occurred to her that when she had been sitting on a deck in the cafe facing the street when Emmy had run her fingers over her thong and uncovered her vulva to massaging, anyone on the bottom deck or even the street could have seen what was going on. The thought at the time had crossed her mind, she was so in awe of what was happening to her body and that this beautiful young lady was sexually attracted to her. The big question in her mind was who the heck was watching if anyone.
From there they moved to Tilly's house to become very heavy, she had never had an experience like this, she had never even dreamed of an experience like this. Emmy had insisted the curtains remained open, her explanation was it looked less like anything unusual was happening and if anybody did see then they would either look the other way or would get an eyeful and keep it to themselves. She had to admit once the action started, she kind of forgot about the open curtains, and in her bedroom the open window. It was just a touch open, they could hear street noise, but she had to assume the street couldn't hear a lot of her noise, she did make a lot of noise. Who could have guessed she would be a screamer during extreme sexual behaviour? She had done things, and had things done to her she really could not have conceived when she rose for a shower this morning.
And then there was the postman, she had been standing by the window side on, but facing inside with her head. Emmy had been the opposite facing her front footpath when the postman stopped to push letters or leaflets through her letter hole. He apparently clearly saw some of the action and that which he didn't he could imagine. Suzy had apparently given him a wave, and he had disappeared when spotted. Emmy said he would either go home and masturbate over it, which was a good thing for Tilly. She had excited a guy without touching him or he would come around looking for his share. She should oblige but ensure she had a photographic record that she could use against him if he was married or place publicly if he wasn't. She would win both ways. In Emmy's mind no problem.
Now here she was, they had closed the curtains as evening approached, sitting with her legs in the air on her recliner which wasn't reclined and Emmy between her thighs, licking her for about the sixth or seventh time today, she was using the handle of a large serving spool as a phallus, it was round, stainless steel and quite fat. She was working it back and forth within Tilly, sending Tilly in to waves of rapture. Emmy appeared to have never ending ingenuity when it came to sex, the different ways and things she would dream up quite stunned Tilly. Until now, she had a tiny repertoire, it had been improved significantly in the last eight hours. Her boyfriend was due soon and apparently, he would be greeted by these two naked women. Tilly felt uneasy about the entire plan she knew she was over weight and definitely, had a pasty complexion although a couple of hours in the sun had changed her skin colour from translucent to whitish pink. She didn't feel sexy for a boy, but the sight of Emmy made her heart race. The deep copper colour of Emmy's body transfixed her eyes, and the sound of her slurping between her labia and her gentle touch of the rest of her private spaces. The sweet scent of perfume lingered around Emmy, adding to her allure. As she looked at Emmy, a warm and electric feeling surged through her body.
The door bell chimed, Tilly froze, it must be him she tried to lower her legs but Emmy had them wide open and her hands firmly on the inside of each thigh making sure they didn't close. Emmy stopped massaging Tillys labia valley with her tongue and lifted her head.
"That's your door, you had better get it." Said Emmy.
"Okay, I will get something to put on."
"No answer, as you are."
"But I am naked, I can't answer the door, what say it's a neighbour or something?"
"It's Denny and he will expect you to answer the door as you are."
"It's embarrassing I can't".
"You can and will, if it is anyone other than Denny then they will be more shocked than you. You have to get used to being without clothing if you are going to be part of our community. So, start now and prove you can."
The doorbell rang a second time this time a little longer than the first."
"Scoot go." Now standing, Emmy had removed herself from between Tillys legs and offering Tilly a hand to get up.
Tilly had butterflies in her stomach she didn't want to do this, she felt trapped in the situation, everything had been wonderful up and until now. Her whole body was in terror of exposing herself to the world without clothing when that door open. She reached the door and turned the lock to open, pulling it back very slightly so only a crack was visible. To her relief a well-dressed young man was standing at the door with a shopping bag in one hand. He was tall and looked muscular and fit, a bit of a dream boat. Tilly recognised him as Dennis, she had seen him before with Emmy in the offices.
"Are you going to let me in or leave be standing outside the door waiting?" He stepped forward, one hand slid around Tillys' waist dropping down to cup her butt cheeks holding her close to his body, his mouth drew close to hers She felt the warmth of Emmy's breasts against her back, pressed between these two younger people's bodies felt right and erotic. A light breeze wafted in through the open door as Denny's lips brushed hers. She parted them her primal self quietly screaming to have her mouth violated by his probing tongue, her whole body invaded by him. God what a slut she thought to herself, she wanted to give herself to this virtual stranger on her doorstep, open to the world. The lights in the house highlighting their squirming bodies to the outside world. She was aware Emmy had reached around her and removed the bag from Denny, leaving his free hand to cup her other butt cheek and lift her off the ground. She instantly wrapped her legs around his waist, gripping him tightly, grinding her vulva into his body. Their mouths were independently making passionate love, her vagina pleasuring itself on his midriff as he took a step forward towards the chair Tilly had just vacated what seemed hours ago, but was only seconds. She had completely lost control with an almost stranger. She was aware but couldn't stop herself. He gently lowered her into the recliner, disentangled himself from her and dropped to his knees as his face moved into her gentile area, and he gently began to French kiss her vagina. Her right hand moved behind his head, directing him to her sexually needy places as she massaged her own breasts.
She was aware Emmy had walked to the street facing front door, standing legs spread in the doorway.
"Neighbours and the rest of the world, you've seen enough if you want to see more come and join us." She yelled out the door and then finally closed it.
Emmy climbed on the chair, feet on each arm rest and pushed her bald mounds gently into Tillys searching tongue. Tilly opened her lips and sucked and caressed Emmy pubic area like a woman possessed, as the moans filled the air Tilly worked harder freeing her fingers to join her mouth in play with Emmys sex. She couldn't believe how erotic just opening the front door to her house could be. To think she wanted to put clothes on before opening it, how ridiculous was that? She didn't care anymore who was aware of her promiscuity, of her nymphomaniac desire to be involved in a constant orgy of sex. What changed how did this happen.
The feeling started in her in her ankles and her arms at the same time a feeling of euphoria passed in waves through her body as the feelings started to flood in her body toward her core. The orgasm built in intensity. It became apparent that the two participants in this erotic interplay were well aware of the power they were exerting over her mind and body, their actions coordinated to drag her pleasure out as far as they could. Her desire was to explode in a screaming orgasm, as soon as she reached the edge they dragged her back, maddening as was it was as delicious. Then, without warning, it just happened, she exploded in a noisy frenzy that sounded more like pain than pleasure. Her body leaked fluid from all over, a trickle of urine discharge turned in an uncontrollable flood, she sweated from every gland, her body dripped.
