Adult Village 16 Fluffing

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 and Poppy arrived at Adult Farm just before ten in the morning, the place is already busy; after parking the Adult Farm van, Poppy takes her mother and introduces them to June and Dave. Jenny is unsure of what she is doing here, she stands awkwardly, her arms crossed over her white blouse. The effort she made in putting on makeup this morning feels misplaced and ridiculous. Feeling lost and unsure, she notices most people at the farm are naked or nearly naked, and it doesn't bother anyone. Both June and Dave are without clothing, Jenny notices that Dave has a very handsome but slack penis, this stirs something inside her and she tries not to stare at it while they are chatting.

"We are so thrilled to have you here, we have waited so long for Poppy here to arrange it. We are especially delighted you volunteered to do the fluffer thing in the film studio, it's a shooting day to day and we are always looking for help, I think you will love it. Angus is around somewhere, he is working on some numbers for us before he is free, then I am sure he will come to see how you are doing."

Poppy grins widely, slipping an arm around her mother's tense shoulders. "I told you Mum, it's very free and easy here! Come on, let's grab a locker and change for filming. You need to meet Maddie for makeup and as wardrobe manager she will want you in a sexy outfit for filming."

"But I didn't think I would be in an actual film." Jenny sounded fearful.

"Silly you aren't, but we, like everybody dressed sexy, it helps keep the atmosphere." replied Poppy

They made their way to the barn studio, and as Jenny stepped inside, she discovered that the barn's rustic exterior was deceiving. The interior was a bustling hive of activity, transformed into a labyrinth of partitions and stages, with bright lights and intricate gantries casting shadows across the floor. People in various states of dress and undress moved about purposefully, each absorbed in their tasks.

The film studio was a cacophony of noise and nudity; Jenny felt like an intruder in a world she didn't understand. Her carefully selected blouse and skirt seemed out of place among. She moves uneasily among them, trying to reconcile this frantic, exposed world with the quiet that existed before Poppy decided her mother should join the Adult Farm community. Her makeup, her blouse, her thoughts--all wrong here. Everyone has discarded their clothes and modesty, moving with a freedom Jenny can't understand. She stands awkwardly, feeling like a ghost in a world of vibrant, living beings.

"Over here, Mum!" Poppy calls out, already halfway across the yard, nimbly navigating between people in various stages of undress. She looks back, her athletic frame nearly glowing in the morning light, a stark contrast to Jenny's hesitant, overdressed figure. As Poppy waits at the entrance to the converted barn, her daughter's confidence seems to both reassure and unsettle Jenny, anchoring her doubts while also urging her forward. Jenny's feet shuffle indecisively, torn between wanting to embrace this new experience and the comfort of staying in her own world.

The door swings open, and a flood of sound and movement spills out. Poppy takes her mother by the elbow and ushers her inside. "You have to meet June and Dave. They're dying to see you!"

Inside, Jenny is bombarded by the mix of bright lights, babbling people and electronics, the raw energy of humanity absorbed in their tasks. She finds her eyes drifting from face to face, body to body, each one more carefree and naked than the last. The absurdity of it all crashes over her, and she crosses her arms over her blouse, trying to find a sense of modesty where none seems to exist.

June approaches first, her smile as open as her lack of clothing. She has a casual grace that puts Jenny on edge. "We are so thrilled to have you here, Jenny. We've waited so long for Poppy to arrange it!" Her voice is bright, welcoming. "And volunteering to do the fluffer thing today! It's a shooting day, and we always need help."

Beside her, Dave nods and extends a hand. His physique is undeniably impressive, and she can't help but notice the way his slack penis rests against his left leg, a sight that stirs a confusing mix of emotions within her. Intrigue, discomfort, and desire all vie for attention, forcing her to look away abruptly. "Absolutely," he says with enthusiasm. "It'll be great to have you on set."

Poppy grins widely, sliding an arm around her mother's stiff shoulders. "I told you, Mum, it's very free and easy here! Come on, let's grab a locker and change for filming." She nudges Jenny gently. "Maddie will want you in a sexy outfit for filming."

"But I didn't think I'd be in an actual film." Jenny's voice carries a tinge of fear, of being in over her head.

"Of course not, silly! But we, like everyone, dressed sexy. It helps keep the atmosphere." Poppy laughs, light and encouraging, and Jenny feels a flicker of warmth beneath her rising panic.

Poppy leads the way into the barn studio, and Jenny steps inside, realizing the rustic exterior has lied. The interior is a labyrinth of partitions and stages, bright lights casting intricate shadows across the floor. She watches people move about, each absorbed in their roles, their bodies exposed without hesitation. Nobody is really interested in her, but she feels she is out of places dressed as she is.

It's the chaotic energy of a theater production, but instead of actors in costume, its bodies, bare and unashamed. The familiarity of it--the chaos, not the nudity--wraps around Jenny like a comforting blanket. Her steps grow less tentative, the initial shock of the place giving way to curiosity.

They push through a curtained area buzzing with activity. Dressing tables and mirrors line the walls, reflecting the organized chaos back at Jenny. Racks of costumes spill over, a cascade of lace and leather. The scene stirs a memory of amateur theater, and for a moment, she finds her footing.

Poppy guides her to a row of lockers, each with keys dangling from the locks. She chooses one adorned with a photograph of herself, nude and confident, and swings it open. "Mum, get your gear off. Maddie will have an outfit for you to wear. Put your clothes in the locker; you won't need anything else."

"Are you sure? What are you going to wear?" Jenny's words are hesitant, grasping for the familiar in a sea of the unknown.

"Whatever Maddie gives me. She's makeup and wardrobe." Poppy steps out of her shorts, casual as a whispered secret. "Soon you'll feel naked with your clothes on," she jokes, her voice light. "It's meant to break the ice, and it works."

Jenny manages a laugh, the tension in her stomach loosening just a little. She watches Poppy, all ease and grace, and feels the edges of her anxiety blur.

"But I'm too fat, and I have stretch marks," Jenny protests, more to herself than to Poppy. "I can't go around in public naked. People will see."

"Mum, I told you--take your clothes off. Maddie will have an outfit for you." Poppy is insistent now, firm and reassuring. "Put your clothes in the locker. Don't embarrass me."

Before Jenny can respond, a woman in black lace approaches, a vision of confidence and comfort. Her outfit leaves little to the imagination, and her self-assurance is magnetic. She holds out a hand, and Jenny takes it, studying the woman's exposed charms with a mix of envy and disbelief.

"Hi, girls." The woman's voice is warm. "I'm Maddie. You must be Jenny."

Jenny nods, feeling clumsy and overdressed. "Thank you. This is a wonderful place, and I'm grateful for the opportunity to see it."

Maddie's laughter is easy. "We're grateful for the extra hands. Or should I say mouth in your case? Fresh talent is helpful to keep the boys interested. They have a habit of relaxing if they have the same lady all the time. Don't they, Poppy?"

Poppy laughs, the sound clear and bright. "Yeah, it can be hurtful when the guy you're trying to keep up goes floppy on you."

"I gather you're not at the time of the month, Jenny?" Maddie's question is as casual as the rest of her, but it makes Jenny flush. "We just need to know because if you are it can be tricky with underwear, etc.

"No." The word comes out as a mumble, and Jenny looks at her feet, wishing she could vanish into them. How embarrassing being asked such intimate questions.

"Sorry, I must ask. I want you to wear this." Maddie hands her a lacy packet. "It's a full-length house coat. It will look wonderful with your brown body."

"Do you have an all-over tan?" Maddie continues, the questions probing deeper than Jenny expects.

"Yes, I do." Jenny's voice is small, almost lost.

"And no hair on your little lady?" The question is direct, without judgement, and it startles a laugh from Jenny despite herself.

"Yes, that's... nude?"

"Perfect." Maddie is satisfied, all smiles. "Get rid of your street clothes and put this on. If you want to freshen up, there's a shower and toilet in the corner. Use the towels on the shelves."

She turns to Poppy. "I have a business suit for you. Pencil skirt, white blouse, and some particularly naughty underwear. You'll love it."

"Thanks, Maddie. I'll be with you in a jiff." Poppy turns to Jenny. "Go shower, Mum."

Jenny finds the shower and toilet area a study in exposure, a wall with three shower heads and glass partitions, the toilet no more private. She hesitates, her grip tight on the lacy outfit, feeling like a trespasser in a world of shamelessness.

She steels herself, deciding not to shower, and starts to undress. The act feels monumental, shedding layers of identity along with her clothing. Her blouse and skirt come off, but she clings to her bra and panties like a lifeline.

"No privacy anywhere around here," she mutters.

A voice floats out from the toilet stall, easy and unconcerned. "We like to chat while we work."

"Hi, I'm Jenny," she replies, startled.

The woman emerges, drying her hands. "I'm Emmy. We're all friends here."

Jenny stands frozen, her clothes still clinging to modesty. "I just--"

"Just get it done, girl," Emmy laughs. "And enjoy it!"

She is left alone again, feeling exposed despite the fabric still covering her skin. Her resistance crumbles in the face of so much openness, and she didn't want to step out of her bra, and panties, and being dressed only in the gossamer lace of the house coat.

"Well, don't you look like you just stepped out of an adult movie," Maddie says, materializing at her side?

"It looks beautiful, but I asked you to wear it without any underwear." Maddie's tone is gentle but firm. "If you could pop off your knickers and bra, then open the front, you'll have the look I'm after."

Jenny flushes, the lace suddenly hot against her skin. "I didn't want to leave my lace underwear off. I'm not ready for that."

"Sweetheart, the requirement is to be unclothed except for the house coat. I don't want you to feel uneasy, but you might if you don't follow my guidance." Maddie is gentle but firm. "Understand that once you begin with Carlo, it isn't just pretend; you need to maintain his excitement. If you're uncertain about doing this, I can find someone else. Please consider that you don't want to let your daughter down--she's counting on you for this. The decision is yours."

Jenny feels chastised, like a schoolgirl reprimanded by a headmistress. She wants to do this for Poppy and Angus, but most of all, she needs to do it for herself. "Fuck this," she mutters, slipping off the last of her clothing and letting it drop to the floor.

After throwing her clothes in Poppy's locker She moves through the studio, the cool air a challenge against her now-bare skin. The lace drapes open, leaving nothing to the imagination. She tells herself she can do this, that it's just another role to play.

She finds Poppy among the clothing racks, trying on stilettos to go with her black skirt and white blouse. The outfit hugs her curves, professional and sexy. Jenny's envy spikes. "Why couldn't I have had a wardrobe like that instead of this nakedness?" she laments.

"I am a young girl who is going to an interview for a job as a porn star, the guy you are going to blow will come in and act as my partner and take me through all the things I am going to need to do on camera. It's a hoax because these guys are just doing to get their end away. The guys watching don't care they have messed their pants a few times before I am bent of the casting desk and thoroughly anally fucked."

"Wow, I'm staggered, and all I have to do is keep your man hard."

"Yes mum, you will find there are lots of breaks, filming is like that." said Poppy.

"Hello ladies, Jenny I assume, my name is Dennis, I am producer and director of this short film." He offered his hand as a greeting. Jenny's mouth opened, there in front of him was a Greek God with a huge male appendage, must of more than ten inches long. Just lying there within reach of her, she felt like she should fall l on her knees and worship it. She had taken his and was lightly pumping it. Oh, what a girl could do with that? I wonder which goddess has the pleasure of that.

"Mum talk to Dennis's eyes not his dick. It will be there all day and the next and for as long as you are here, we are making a film, and we start in about fifteen minutes, so please come back to earth."

"I'm so sorry I am just overwhelmed with all of this." Jenny took Dennis's hand and shook, managing to move her eyes ups up to meet his.

"Call me Denny, everyone else does, let me take you to Carlo, he is the guy you will be servicing." They crossed the room and found a guy in his early twenties sitting on a comfortable chair, he was wearing white running style shoes with Velcro straps on, a dark green sock on his left and a dark red sock on his right, his trousers wearing beige chinos and a white business shirt with the top three buttons undone showing a hairless chest and signs of tattoos.

Denny introduced Carlo to Jenny Scott as if they were meeting in any business environment, there was no word about her fundamental lack of clothing and his business causal dress, it seemed to be completely normal, it helped Jenny to settle a little. It still felt as if she was a disrobed, illuminated beacon of depravity in a spotlight.

"Carlo this is Jenny; she is going to provide you with your excitement today." said Denny.

"Well, look at you, what a gorgeous lady you are. I hear you are Poppy's mother; I thought you look more like her sister. Wow, I am privileged to have you as my encouragement." Said Carlo rising from his chair to meet Jenny, her body flushed with embarrassment.

Jenny smiled and reached out her right hand for him to shake, Carlo grabbed her right and left hands, spreading her arms wide apart revealing her entire naked body front on. "Oh, wow you are a wonderful, truly a beautiful woman, all you will have to stand there like this, and I will be excited the whole morning. You have a lovely daughter what and inspiration that girl is I am looking forward to performing with both of you this morning."

"Quite." Denny interrupted. "Jenny over on the shelves there are fluffing towels, there are a number of types, but for your job today you grab the ones with the split and hole and that is for placing around the appendage and covering the clothing so if Carlo here sprays his lot, he doesn't ruin his trousers. Are you okay with that?"

"I think so, so you want me to give Carlo a hand job, but going short of actually making him cum?" Jenny queried.

"Essential yes, a good fluffer can keep a man rigid and ready for hours." Said Dennis. "Now you grab the appropriate towel and position yourself between his legs, there is small stool by the towels, put a toweling cover over the seat and you can sit on it while you work," said Dennis.

"Okay, Dennis."

When Jenny returned with the stool and towels, Dennis addressed Carlo.

"Get the old fellow out, be polite, and let Jenny get to work."

Fishing for his zip, Carlo responded, "Jez this is hardly romantic how do I get turned on with that lack of empathy. "Said Carlo as he realized Jenny had taken over the releasing the rocket. The rocket was the nickname for his phallus, it had been tattooed as 'Thunderbird One' from the 1960s TV series Thunderbirds. She unbuckled his belt, released the top button of his Chinos, and slide the fly zip down fishing out his swelling cock.

"What the fuck is this?" Jenny said in surprise as the growing vision of a space rocket rose from between his legs.

"He has his dick tattooed as a space rocket, a bit dated, but there you go," Answered Dennis.

Carlo groaned as his space rocket was completely swallowed by Jenny, he felt it touch the back of her throat as she pushed to sink it even deeper.

"What the fuck are you doing, I said stroke it gently and put the towel on his trousers, play the game Jenny, if you want to fuck him, I am sure he will be okay with that later."

Jenny immediately withdrew her head hung in shame, her face turning red again, she had a furtive look around to see nobody was interested in her little sex play. She mumbled "Sorry" at her feet.

She placed the towel around Carlo's appendage, ensuring none of his trousers were showing, lightly gripped it with her fingers, working it into a full erection.

Carlo was mouthing small groans as she settled into a slow rhythm. Jenny felt a light tap on her cheek, she turned to find an erection pushing between her lips. She opened and started to work it. At first thought, she imagined it was Dennis, but it felt familiar. She realized she was giving head to her own husband Angus. She withdrew her mouth from his dribbling dick and looked him in the eye.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" She uttered in an almost whispering voice."

"I'm the business manager at the farm; I wasn't allowed in here before today because I am not a member, but if you join with me, then we are both members. They let me in the studio because you were working here, they wanted me to be clear what you were doing and told me I could act as if I was a member for the day. This is very cool."

Jenny smiled. "You okay with this?" she nodded towards her right hand, working Carlo's rocket ship.

"Sure, it's all part of the attraction, remember we used to kind of do this before Poppy came along."

Their conversation was broken by Dennis a guy calling, "Quiet on Set this is Scene One take one." Followed by a loud clap of two pieces of wood banging together.

"Talk later babe have fun." Angus said and disappeared into the pandemonium of workers.