Adult Village 17 Not to Old Too Orgy

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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Myrtle Macquarie with her friend Maureen arranged their visit to Adult Farm for a Monday after the weekenders had gone home and the farm permanents were settling into the normal weekday farm routines.

As they swept up the drive in Myrtles Audi grey A8 sedan, she observed they had been graced with perfectly fine and sunny weather for this historic meeting. This small holding had been her home for 60 years she had moved here with her husband who was the oldest son in an extremely wealthy banking and farming dynasty. Her husband and her decided not to have children and now that side of the family had all gone, leaving much of their assets to her. She was in a form of assisted living although she didn't really need it, she actually owned a major shareholding in the company that ran the facility and had a significant private suite. Her own family had insisted she do this when they were sorting out wills and all that sort of thing.

The time had been right she was lonely, with the exception of her lifetime buddy Maureen in the massive home with only them and staff for company. It was enough motivation to have her design and build a luxury assisted living complex and she had the best suite.

Maureen had been chef and personal assistant as long as she could remember and had a similar mindset. She chuckled to herself what total sluts and whores they had been. Their debauchery knew no boundaries, the pair never flinched at offers if they held the whip hand, in a manner of speaking.

She was loyal to her husband in that she always gave him the attention he desired and never ever played away when he was at home. Not that he had been so faithful. She walked in him fucking Maureen over the kitchen bench when Maureen should have been cooking dinner. After her disappointment and initial shock at seeing Maureen in this position, she said nothing, crawled quietly up behind her husband and rimmed him as he pounded her best friend. She had never worked her tongue in his anus before but gained instruction on giving men pleasure with her tongue in their date by a rather dishy farrier. The farrier was rude, crude and very fit. She smiled when remembered the excitement when he was around, perhaps she had the horses shod too often. She had to rim hubby many times since he loved it. What a slut she was.

The ladies could see the permanent residences were busy, excited at the prospect of meeting the original benefactor of their collective for sexual freedom. Myrtle Macquarie had set up a financial arrangement where the group of swingers going by the name of Adult Farm could purchase the 20-hectare property outside the village of Burntwood. The arrangement gave them an absolute permanent base for their lifestyle choice. She smiled to herself, what a coincidence meeting Angus and talking to him about his daughters' issue. She knew what these young ones were up to before he did. In her mind she had built a picture of them as nudists on steroids, this was close but not quite right.

At ten am the prearranged time for their arrival, a greeting party of June, Dave, Colin, Felicity Pilkington Fell the Mayor of Burntwood, who is naked but for her Mayoral robes, and Charles Pilkington, stood in the shade of farmhouse verandah watching the grey Audi sweep up the drive with Myrtle, Maureen and their driver Angus guests.

Angus is acting chauffeur, dressed formally in a white shirt and black trousers he appears out of place in the more casually clothed assembly. He parks next to an eight-seat white golf buggy that the farm had just proudly acquired to facilitate moving guests and members around the property.

Angus emerged from the Audi and moved to open the doors to allow the two ladies to step out into the bright sun light. As if to provide a natural greeting, kookaburras in the trees behind the outdoor dining area cackled a welcome similar to the opening of news reels in the nineteen fifties and sixties. Myrtle smiled and took a deep breath, the sights, sounds and smells were all to familiar, if she wasn't careful, she would end up crying a little from the joy of returning home.

Perfect weather graced this historic meeting the entire resident had gone about their duties to ensure a memorable visit for their benefactor.

Bill Lombard had busied himself thoroughly cleaning down the outside kitchen and dining area, Chas Defoe did the swimming pool and spa cleaning and maintenance. Poppy had mounted the ride-on mower to groom the lawns. Billy, as usual was on laundry duties. Emmy and Dennis were tidying up the studio, the good doctor Adana with her brother Jafan decided to stay on to meet the esteemed guests. Suzy Newlove had taken her normal down day from the cafe to prepare morning tea and lunch for everyone. Adult Farm was looking at its best.

As the entourage walked up the path to the greeting party, Maureen broke the ice by asking, "Can we visit the ladies first I busting you pee a lot at our age." Said Maureen.

"No problem, but that is the first change you will see here at Adult Farm we only have no ladies we only have uni-sex toilets, and they are not necessarily as private as you would want, but we do have to ambient toilets we had to have them by law." Said Felicity, June will show you the way."

June walked the ladies around inside the club house, pointing out the various playrooms and main hall, the commercial kitchen and offices. The new complex, now a club house rather than living accommodation all living accommodation was in a row of relocatable cabins locally known as dongas. Reaching the toileting area, there were two ambient stalls and a row of six unscreened traditional toilets along a wall, an exposed area of urinals for those who stand and a row of six sinks. The sink side of the room had mirrors, soap, and towel dispenser as we as two air dryers for hands.

"No walls, but how do you be private to do you know private things?"

"Well, we don't really go with the privacy thing for toileting, if you want you can use the ambient stalls, most everyone just uses these," she says pointing at the six toilet bowls sitting in the open of the room. "It's much more social. There are toilets and showers in the dongas if you want absolute privacy and you live here. We also have a shower room next door which, of course, has no stalls just shower heads. We work on the ethos that every creature pees and poo's so why the big deal? Think that the Romans did exactly this."

Maureen grunts and disappeared into an ambient toilet stall, Myrtle faced June and spoke. "When in Rome and all that then, she turned, lifted her white cotton dress and pushed her old lady underpants down to her knees before planting her buttocks on the seat tingling down the toilet bowl. June followed suit on the bowl next to her.

"You will see buttons on the side, these are like the Japanese style toilets, the front button will wash your bits and one behind it will adjust the water intensity. It will also air dry you." says June. Obviously, toilet paper in the dispenser beside you.

"These are excellent, I like the arrangement, it's a bit like my room really in the residence, I have a toilet like this, but it is in its own room." says Myrtle.

The door to the ambient toilet opened and Maureen stepped out, adjusting her knee length pastel blue pants and yellow short sleeve top. "Wow, that's pretty good facility, how are you with the public peeling Myrtle?"

"It's great, June and I were just sitting chatting and doing the necessary, I could get used to it, not sure about it doing number twos though."

"I agree." Said June quickly. "Us girls normally use the ambient or our toilets in our rooms for that activity, the boys seem comfortable here though, but that's boys, isn't it?"

The women, adjust their clothing, washed their hands and when back to the assembled welcoming party.

June led the formal part of the greeting.

"Welcome Myrtle and Maureen to Adult Farm, we are very honoured to have you here on your first and hopefully not your last visit to see the property you have so generously helped us develop. We are going to hop into the buggy and move to the BBQ and camp kitchen where we will have morning tea, meet our live in members and maybe take a dip if you are up to it. "Said Felicity

"We don't have swimming costumes with us. "Said Maureen.

"We don't wear swimming costumes in the pool. The pool is textile free. That's a hard and fast rule." Said Felicity.

"Oh! skinny dipping with all these men how exciting." Said Myrtle "Although many of you are textile free now, how refreshing. Our old bodies aren't the prettiest, but you know, bit wrinkly need ironing out. Just don't look too hard."

Felicity laughed and told Myrtle. "We are all going that way and nobody cares, just get your gear off and get in the pool, you will feel comfortable almost immediately."

"I'll take your word for it." Replied Myrtle.

The rest of the residences waited in the farm outdoor kitchen dining room. A smell of fresh baking was in the air as Suzy Newlove busied herself making scones and pikelets as Billy whipped cream and set a table for morning tea. One of the eight tables had six bottles of sparkling wine chilling on ice and a dozen champagne style flutes neatly sat on a red and white checked tablecloth.

"You are going to see people in all states of dress, and you could well see fornication as we take a trip around in the farm buggy. We will look over the farm so you can see what we have done to make it friendly for our purpose. So not too much walking. If you want to stop and look and touch or even partake, then just ask. It's difficult to get used to when you first visit, but it's exciting when you get the hang of it.

"We don't have rules about what you can do, where you can do it, or when you can do it. Just don't offend or hurt anyone. Simply respect for your mates, while you enjoy life with them.

Standing at the end of the table was a dark-skinned goddess in a white coat similar to a doctor. None of the buttons were done up leaving Myrtle, and everyone else a foot wide view of her otherwise naked form, her breasts were firm, the nipples showing peaks in the thin fabric. Her belly button was decorated with a shining jewel, her vagina a discrete slit in the down facing triangular raised mounds between her perfect parted thighs. Myrtle felt a stirring between her own thighs. She glanced at Maureen who was focused on the tall dark warrior god next to the woman. Maureen focused on the enormous horse like appendage hanging between his legs, visible as he to only wore an open white doctor's coat.

The women spoke first. "I am Adana the farm doctor and beside me, hung like a donkey is my assistant and brother Jafan. Most ladies focus on his asset, and he really does know how to please a woman with it, he has pleasured all of them, including me on a regular basis." She turned to her brother. "Say hi to our honoured guests and move closer so they can have a more tactile perspective of the sex monster."

A murmur buzzed around the gathering as the pigeons cooed while performing a mating dance on the grass in front of them. Surely a sign, thought Myrtle.

"Welcome to Adult Farm pleasure is freely available at anytime, anywhere with anyone." Jafan moved close to Myrtle as if to offer himself. Myrtle was now seated at a picnic table with a flute of sparkling wine in her hand. Her eyes were focused on the uncircumcised black devil between Jafan's legs, wondering if there was ever a time in her life this would fit inside her. Perhaps she would have always indulged

"You can touch it Mrs Macquarie, it won't bite." Jafans soft baritone words seemed to blot out all the surrounding noise. She really wanted to hold and play with it, but in front of all these strangers, perhaps not she thought.

"Don't be afraid reach over and stroke it, Jafan wants you to. Pull back the foreskin and dribble some spittle on it, then move the hood up and down gently and softly. He loves it." Adana says.

"In front of all these people?"

"Yes, they want you too."

Myrtle looked up to see the group of people standing around with glasses of sparkling wine watching her every move with interest, how weird. She placed her glass of wine on the table and reached out, touching the foreskin with two fingers and gently sliding back the brown skin. The knob was bulbous, glistening with pre-cum lubrication a drop of his fluid peeking out the hole. She lobbed a small spit on his knob and returned the skin over the top. Move it back and forth slowly.

"You've done this before Mrs." says Jafan.

"I'm over ninety and definitely not a virgin darling, turn it here and I will swallow that beauty for you."

As she prepared to swallow Jafan, out the corner of her eye she saw a tall blonde surfing looking guy with a dick to rival Jafan walk up to Maureen. He bent and whispered in her ear. She saw Maureen reach for his apparatus and stroke it. Just like Jafan this snake raised its head looking for a moist hole to park in. Without hesitation Maureen swallowed it, he reached down and lifted her yellow top over her head and with one hand he released her bra. Two deflated tits flopped out, and the man grabbed them both by the nipples. She tried to brush his hands off, but he just jammed his dick further down her throat.

"Stand up, please." He says to Maureen. She complied. He put his fingers into the waist band of her blue trousers and pushed them with her less than flattering knickers to the ground.

"Step out of them, darling."

She complied, leaving her naked with his cock in her mouth in front of these strangers. The hubbub of the assembly quietened as this man picked Maureen up and placed her backside on the picnic table beside Myrtle

"I'm Dennis, may I please you with my tongue?"

"Yes," says Maureen and then as an afterthought she continues. "You can please me anyway you want, son."

Myrtle was envious she wanted oral sex she actually wanted everything. She watched in awe as her companion became a compliant slut in the hands of this young man who had gently spread Maureen's thighs, plunged his head between them. Maureen was writhing and moaning in pleasure as Dennis worked his magic with his tongue.

Jafan sensed the mood and picked up Myrtle with care and placed her along the picnic table wooden seat.

"Sixty-nine." He grunts. Someone slipped a cushion under Myrtle's head as he moved her along the bench seat and slipped his massive dick between her lips. Her clitoris felt the erotic touch of his lips and tongue as it slipped back and forth along her slit to her clit.

The ambiance at the picnic spot transformed into a highly erotic setting, erections coaxed by wandering hands, expressions of pleasure echoing throughout. In the orgy, individuals were intermingling naked bodies without specific partners. The mayors cape spread on the ground with two ladies eating each other out. Angus fully dress with his penis poking out of his black trousers as Felicity Pilkington Fell stroked, licked and swallowed it, and Colin fucked her from behind. The scene was erotic chaos.

Myrtle needed a proper fuck; at the moment, her vulva was full of Jaffna's fingers.

"For goodness's sake fuck me you gorgeous boy, just jam this thing in me. You don't need to be gentle, just do it."

Myrtle was burning between her legs, her juices hadn't run like this in 20 years, Angus was great but nothing compares to these two boys' tackle. There was no doubt it was going to stretch her, hurting her like a first fuck, but she would work through it. This may be her last debauched act. At this age, you never knew.

As the waves of pleasure crashed over her, she arched her back and dug her nails into Jafan's muscular frame. Her whole body quivered as he thrust harder and faster, his breath hot against her neck. She could feel every inch of him inside her as far as her cervix, bringing her to a level of ecstasy she hadn't experienced in years. Her senses were overloaded as she lost herself at the moment - stars exploding behind her closed eyelids, hairs standing on end, fingers tingling, and toes curling with pleasure.

Suddenly, Jafan stopped and withdrew from her, leaving her feeling empty and craving more. Confused, she was soaked and sore, she needed to stop as she was very sore but she wanted to continue because the euphoric state was addictive. How would she rid herself of Jafan anyway, perhaps she would keep taking him no matter how much pain his giant cock was causing her? She didn't want to appear rude or ungrateful. In a mild panic, she tried to come up with an excuse when he cried out in release, withdrawing from her vagina and spraying her body with long thick spurts of white sticky fluid. Breathing heavily, he reached down and dipped his fingers into it before pushing them between her parted lips. She eagerly cleaned his fingers with her tongue.

Amidst the fervor of their passion, she heard Maureen's ecstatic scream pierce the air, a sound of pure delight. She turned her gaze to witness Dennis, his movements rhythmic and intense, reaching the culmination of their intimate moment within her friend.

Their cries mingled together in the air, and she felt a twinge of envy at their simultaneous climax. But as Jafan pulled her close again and kissed her passionately, all thoughts disappeared from her mind except for the intense pleasure coursing through her shuddering body.

"You need a clean up darling I will take you down to the pool. Before she could protest, he scoped her up in his arms, leaping into the pool with her. She squealed as she hit the surface and Jafan immediately took to washing her down with his hands. Gentle strokes massaged her clean in every crack and crevice, this man had pleased her, please himself and cleaned up afterwards. This man was the best.

After lunch, June and Dave took the two elderly ladies for a buggy ride around the farm accompanied by Poppy, they left Angus getting his fill with someone they didn't know. They drove up to the cabins and saw inside a couple, looked at the camp grounds and then down to the Studio and the Adult shop.

"We are so glad you had faith in us Myrtle, you are most welcome to visit whenever you like," says June.

"I am proud to be involved in it, although my part is very little. Your liberating views on life, love, and sex are wonderful; the world needs more of this acceptance.

"Thank you." Dave says. "It's not utopia, but it is better than the world outside the gates.

"Find Angus and retrieve our clothes--we're going back to the institution, but let's revisit this lovely place soon, shall we, Maureen?" says Myrtle.

"Yes, my whole body is still tingling, I have never had a scene like that in my life if we are invited, we are coming back." Said Maureen.

"You don't need an invite you are honorary members here welcome anytime. We would like to consider Myrtle as our patron if that is okay with you Myrtle?" said Dave.

"I would be honoured, does that mean I can actually be involved in the running of the place and have a voice? I would really love that." Said Myrtle.

"I don't see why not, that could be quite exciting given the age difference, we would love to have you on the team, wouldn't we June?"

"Yes, of course we would, we will include you in our board mailing list and you can either come here for the meetings or we will put you on zoom."

"Absolutely tremendous, love you all we must be off now."

Myrtle and Maureen got in the back of the car and were whisked away.

"I wonder if she will have any useful input it would be interesting what a 90-year-old plus has to say about our arrangement here."