Adultvillage 20 Timid Anticipation

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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Jenny trembled with anticipation. It was going to be her first gang bang, a plunge into the unknown, and her thoughts were a rapid swirl of nerve-wracking excitement. For so long, she had imagined this moment, wondered how it would feel, whether she could let go and leap into something so wild and unrestrained. Her heart raced as she thought of Angus. He had been at her like a raging bull, a sudden surge of intensity unlike anything she'd ever experienced from him. Was it the thrill of the moment? The taboo of it all? That aggressive passion had caught her completely off guard, awakened something in her that was both thrilling and terrifying. Then there was that bad boy in the hoody. She couldn't take her eyes off him. From what she'd glimpsed, he was better hung than Angus and looked like he meant business. The prospect of being taken by him filled her with a giddy anticipation. It was going to be a wild, intense ride.

Out of nowhere, the bitch with the voice like a whip, cutting and cold, stopped everything. It was going to be like going to the principal's office but in the nude. What now? What was the bitches problem, barging in like a jailer on a mission? Jenny's dreams shattered in an instant. They were having fun, it was consenting, everyone was involved, but that didn't seem to matter to her. She had barged in and turned the lights on and broke everything up. Humiliated, she stood there, exposed and vulnerable, her courage evaporating. She had never felt more ashamed. Chaos erupted as others scrambled for clothes and cover. The moment had been theirs--raw, intoxicating, everything she wanted--and in a flash, it was gone, snatched away with a cruel efficiency that left her stunned. She didn't know if she would ever have the courage to try again. Embarrassment clawed at her, raw and unrelenting. It was supposed to be her first gang bang, her first time giving herself to strangers. That had always seemed like it would be the best, like freedom in anonymity, where no one would know who she was in the future.

Jenny's flushed cheeks burned with embarrassment as she glanced at the leering men staring at her, their eyes hungry and fixated on her naked body. She could see their lewd expressions reflected in the shop front window, adding to her humiliation.

"Fuck, I'm naked in public." She tried to hide her body in her clothes. Jenny loved nakedness when at home and with some special friends. The warm air in the shop was filled with the musky scent of sweat and arousal, mingled with the faint hint of perfume from the adult-ware displays. In normal conditions, she would be happy without clothing. Jenny felt a sense of liberation and self-acceptance when nude at home and with her close friends, who shared a similar perspective on body positivity. It allowed her to express herself authentically, free from societal judgement and expectations. The current situation was different, she could see mainly men leering at her from within the shop, and faces pressed into the shop front window all focused on her body. The clothes in Jenny's hands felt rough against her skin, a pathetic attempt at covering herself in a room full of strangers as she turned into the small room the bitch had pointed her to.

Painted pale green, it resembled a hospital room, with a hospital style bed adorned with clean white sheets, a light blue blanket, two pillows and a white towel spread over the edge in the middle of the bed. The unusual bed had mechanisms to raise and lower the head and the foot. Attached to the wall hung a gantry to hoist bodies from either end of the bed. Places to shackle people, including leather straps with brass buckles, were on the bed frame itself. The wall opposite contained cupboards and draws set around a stainless steel bench and sink. At the back was a door that led to a wet room that had a shower and toilet sign above the door.

"Don't put your clothes on honey, sit the towel spread your legs, raise your knees, I'm going to clean you up. " Said the shop bitch lady

"I can do that, lady. Just give me some tissues. This is so embarrassing." Jenny felt embarrassed and violated. She was comfortable in the flicking light of the movie screen in a scene she had orchestrated, but this bitch had dragged her out of that and paraded her in public like some sort of humiliation scene in an X-rated movie.

The woman did not stop what she was doing. "Now just relax and open wide. My name is Fiona and I am part owner of this facility. You think this is embarrassing? Your gang bang was being played live in 4K in the shop honey, that's why I stopped it."

"What? How did that happen?" asked Jenny

"We have cameras set up on either side of the theatre to record the audience. Some individuals engage in masturbation, which doesn't concern us. However, if the authorities believed we were hosting live adult shows, like a full-on group sexual activity, like you guys were putting on they would shut us down."

Jenny's disbelief grew as she listened to Fiona describe the theater's surveillance system. Her cheeks flushed red and a wave of vulnerability washed over her as she realized her intimate act had been unintentionally shared without her permission. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined being exposed like this, especially in a place that was supposed to have been private.

"Sorry, I didn't think. It just felt good," Jenny managed to stammer out, her voice shaking.

"It felt good not only to you but also to seven or eight men who were watching from the main shop. They thought we were offering some kind of promotion," Fiona explained. "I didn't notice until they started trying to find better vantage points for viewing the screen. That's when I intervened."

As Fiona spoke, she knelt down and began cleaning Jenny with slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue. Each swipe sent shivers up Jenny's spine and left her trembling with desire. Jenny couldn't help but notice that Angus, her boyfriend, was intently watching the scene unfold before him.

Angus couldn't tear his eyes away from the tantalising sight of Fiona servicing Jenny. The bulge in his pants revealed his increasing arousal. Fiona's expert tongue explored every inch of Jenny, flicking over her clit and dipping into her wet entrance, making Jenny's breath hitch.

Despite everything that had happened, Jenny found herself on the brink of an explosive orgasm as Fiona's hands gripped her hips tightly while continuing to work her skilled tongue on Jenny's most sensitive areas.

She glanced over at Angus, who appeared just as eager for release as she was. Just then, Fiona reached out with her right hand towards Angus' fly and began to unzip his pants. He moved closer, a hungry look in his eyes, anticipating what she might do next as he gave her access.

Jenny watched as Fiona took her lovers uncircumcised penis in her gentle long white fingers, her thumb on the top and her ring finger underneath as she pushed back the foreskin, slowly retracting the soft delicate covering revealing a hard purple knob lubricated in pre-ejaculate fluid. Jenny watched as Fiona delicately caressed Angus's intact adulthood with nimble fingers, using the glistening lubricant to pleasure the tip. She saw Fiona flush with desire and sick with anticipation, she had Jenny's partner about to send her into some kind of heaven while she gained her height of pleasure Fiona would be feasting on a snack of Jenny's ejaculate. At that moment, their connection deepened, and they both felt a rush of vulnerability and trust. She had not left her mission of thoroughly lapping up all Jenny's vaginal fluids as she worked around and inside Jenny's cunt. One of Fiona's fingers on her free hand was plundering the inside of the vagina, caressing the G-spot.

"Christ, you're like a machine made for sin," Angus growled, his voice hoarse with lust. "I want to take you home with us, to make you our little plaything. God, you're dripping," he groaned as he slowly pressed his throbbing length into her drenched, yielding entrance. "You're so wet, there's almost no resistance. Tell me, can I take that tight little arse of yours? Can I claim it, fuck it till you scream for more?"

Fiona lifted her head from her assignment and replied. "No, not unless my husband agrees, he has rights to who uses that, not me." She returned to eating Jenny out, her fingers never slowed in working inside Jenny's vaginal canal, Fiona's tongue swishing around Jenny's soft sweet folds, occasionally providing pleasure to her now prominent almost white nub. Pre-cum fluid oozed out the vaginal canal, making opaque liquid trails down Jenny's soft white inner thighs.

Jenny's breathing grew laboured, each gasp filled with desperate urgency, as her body thrashed and quivered. She let out a series of half-suppressed moans and wild, involuntary shudders that surged through her, pushing her pelvis against her pleasure giver's eager, waiting mouth. She could feel the intensity building like a storm inside her, raw and consuming. Her eyes rolled back, revealing the whites, and she shook with delicious abandon, grinding into Fiona's face with a need that was almost frantic. Fiona responded to each of Jenny's movements, sucking her clit and teasing it with playful bites before releasing it, only to start again with a rhythm that sent Jenny to new heights each time. Jenny's fingers curled possessively around Fiona's head, her palms covering Fiona's ears, guiding her into her swelling mounds for the ultimate release.

Jenny gasped, her voice a trembling mix of ecstasy and urgency, caught in overwhelming sensations.

"Don't stop, I'm close, real close, don't bite down too hard but fuck it's nice, please keep doing it Oh I am seeing stars and fireworks, don't slow Oh shit, sorry." Gasped Jenny, "I've cum, fuck."

Angus was picturing the scene from the X-rated theatre with his girl on her hands and knees while pounding her from behind as she swallowed a stranger's hungry, weeping circumcised cock. Candidates for the next turn lined up. He longed to do that scene again someday, without interruption. In the meantime, he had never dreamed that when they went for a walk and coffee this afternoon, he would be sharing Jenny not once, but twice. Angus's relationship with Jenny had taken an unexpected turn, with their shared experiences becoming increasingly adventurous and unconventional. The thrill of exploring new boundaries together brought them closer, but Angus couldn't help but wonder if this was the path he truly desired for their relationship. Wow, how good was this slutty little lady of his? He never in a million years guessed she would take part in this sort of scene.

Angus, Jenny, and Fiona, all sat on the narrow bed with Angus sitting in the middle, Jenny resting against the wall, and Fiona on the opposite side, all three resting on a narrow bed. Angus was being caressed by the two girls, their lips touching his chest, and both of them were caressing his upper thigh and penis. He held the backs of the girls' heads in the palms of his hands. His steel was returning to him, and he contemplated the possibility of going for a second round.

Jenny, excused herself from the bed so she could visit the bathroom.

"Do you think you two would like to a foursome or more, or would that be too much?" said Fiona.

"I'm pretty sure we would consider a foursome, you should ask Jenny."

"I am asking you because so often the guy is jealous of another guy sticking his dick in his girl even though he is very happy sticking his dick in any old girl."

"I am pretty sure she is fine and I am definitely fine, we are tight, sex is sex we have more than that."

"I will ask her and if she says yes, you can ask my hubby that question."

"What question is that?"

"Ask him if you can do anal with his girl. I suspect he will want to do the same with Jenny, so talk to her about it before you ask."

Jenny and Angus found themselves swept up in the thrill of discovery, caught in the intoxicating whirlwind of the swinging scene. The initial reluctance Jenny felt gradually gave way to curiosity and excitement, as they surrendered to the lifestyle with a blend of surprise and delight. The rush of new experiences infused their days and nights with a vibrant energy that neither had anticipated. For seven years, they fully embraced this unorthodox path, creating a tapestry of memories woven with laughter, passion, and a liberating sense of adventure. But then Poppy was born. Jenny, adapting to her new role as a mother, began to question the balance between her maternal instincts and the world they had immersed themselves in.

The self-consciousness returned, and the blurred lines of their unconventional journey began to weigh heavily on her. She withdrew, seeking comfort in the familiar, while Angus navigated his own mixed emotions. Their once-spontaneous escapades became less frequent, as Jenny grappled with where she belonged. Now, years later, with Poppy grown and thriving in her own pursuits, Jenny felt a renewed sense of identity. Encouraged by their daughter and the community at Adult Farm, she began to reconsider her boundaries. Together, Angus and Jenny decided to join the Adult Village club again.