AdultVillage 21 A Pair of Sluts

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]

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June's sundress skimmed her figure, flaring out from under her chest. A pattern of white fabric featured a scattering of light blue dolphins. As she moved, it swirled around her hips, the hem of the dress dancing around her thighs, made visible through the shortness of the frock, it only covered to a foot above her knees.

A light breeze would lift her skirt, Marilyn Monroe-style, prompting a giggle as she modestly readjusted it. That was OK with sensible underwear, but when she wore a thong, it was extremely erotic and without underwear it was obscene.

The dress had thin straps and a low neckline that showcased her cleavage. Without a bra, her nipples were visible as she leaned forward. Her ensemble was completed by a pair of white strappy shoes with a modest heel that emphasised her defined calves and made her legs look flawless.

An outfit that could display nothing or everything depending on the wearer and how she felt on the day. She loved that males stared at her with their tongues out as she flitted down the street. The attention made her more flirty and needy for animal sex. She felt that way even when she selected it from her limited wardrobe, it was erotic just holding it and conceiving the plausible scenarios this single item of clothing could and had led her through. June knew she would accept any invitation for a dalliance with whoever would be so brave as to hint it. This was her summer slut dress; Dave knew as much as she did. He knew he would need to step aside for her to indulge in her slut self with some complete stranger or strangers for a while as she swept down the street wearing nothing but the dress and shoes.

June never wore this outfit around Burntwood, the population too small and they had in their own minds decided too conservative for this kind sexually provocative attire, what would the lady's country woman institute think, the gossip would be blue and her nature painted as a scarlet woman, which she supposed she actually was. No, this outfit was for the golden beach city of the southeast of the state. This was holiday in the sun with the possibility of picking up some hunky strays' sort of a dress.

Katrina, dressed in a green flowing dress, that, by contrast to Junes, flared at the waist into a similar way but was considerably shorter, meaning any slight lean forward would have her underwear, such that it was on display. When Katrina was in a playful mood, she would wear crotchless underwear that covered her backside but left her vulva on full view if she opened her legs. This way, any inadvertent swirling of the skirt would reveal her black underwear, but not her vagina. She could use the crotchless in situations she wanted to tease guys, the train and bus were excellent places but she had done the act in bars and restaurants. Problem with pub situation is you could easily be targeted by someone you didn't to be.

The girls agreed they would wear the fuck me clothes for their evening out with Dave, they had agreed early on that Dave was good and they both were deeply emotionally involved with Dave, but he could not sexually satisfy them both for the week they would spend in their Airbnb 10th floor apartment. The only answer was to find one or more extra lovers to join them. The apartment had a king size bed in the master bedroom and a large couch and photon in the lounge.

Both rooms opened onto a large balcony towards the ocean. They were not ocean side but a few rows of high-rise apartments back, they still did have a fantastic view if the beach and could see and hear surf.

"I'm thirsty, hungry and randy, so let's wander, do to the strip and find a bar and get a feed drink and a man." Said Katrina.

"I'm as randy as you and I keep flashing back to when I meet Dave, I flashed the waiter his eyes nearly fell out of his head. I think he wanted me there and then." Said June.

"In public, that's illegal you could get arrested." Said Katrina.

"Typical cop talk, it's daring Its fun, I love the prospect of being observed while I'm being banged, I think it turns Dave on doesn't Dave?

"Not sure it turns me on watching you get nailed, but I certainly enjoyed doing it in public. Our ride back from Burntwood in the all together was certainly a buzz."

The three found a bar restaurant that opened out on to the main strip of bars and restaurants. A booth at the back of this place faced down the restaurant and out to the street.. The girls sat on the brown leather booth seat where they could watch the world go by. The leather seat was warm on the buttocks, making them squirm to get comfortable.

"This seat is going to cook pussy." Said June.

"Hot wet and sticky, just how you love it, Dave," Said Katrina.

Dave had taken a glance around to see if anyone was watching. He only saw a group of girls sitting at a table. Two rather nice presented girls with their backs to them. Sitting opposite them and facing them, a homily looking girl sat staring right at Dave a d his ladies. The Goth looking girl with studs in her ears, eyes and nose appeared to be together with the two girls with their back to Dave's group. Several other groups, including a group of men at a stand-up table with jugs of beer on it. They were engrossed in the horse races that were playing on various TV monitors on a wall near them. Clearly having fun betting on the horses, they paid no attention to the activity within the club.

"Wine girls?" Said Dave.

"Bubbles get a bottle two glasses unless you are joining us," Said June.

Dave took his instructions and made his way to the bar.

As he turned from the bar with an ice bucket clad bottle of sparkling wine, two champagne flutes and handle of beer, he saw a guy around twenty years of age wearing a black T-shirt, his body bursting out of it. The guy carried a stack of glasses, he was leaning on the table in front of his ladies, deeply engaged in conversation with the girls he hadn't noticed Dave approaching.

"Excuse me Bro, I need to put this down and get a drink down the girls, then we can have some fun this afternoon. "

"Sorry mate, just being polite, you know, make the customer happy all that shit."

"OK, you have glasses to collect, I will keep your customers happy, come back when my beer is empty."

As the boy turned and left, Dave muttered, "Pervert."

"You didn't have to be so abrupt with him, he was just being friendly. "

"Perving Pussy, you might well have had a sign on. Slut looking for a good time."

"Good idea we will make some up won't we Katrina?"

Dave and June had been together for years; their agreement was that despite their deep emotional connection, they remained sexually independent. They had an open relationship that had served them well in the past and was showing cracks in recent times. Dave couldn't help feeling it was his fault as he was becoming increasingly emotionally involved in Katrina, he knew his feelings were reciprocated. The week was supposed to be a romantic getaway for him and Katrina, but June had forcefully inserted herself into their plans. Her constant presence was like a dark cloud looming over him, suffocating any chance of intimacy between the couple. It felt as if she was intentionally trying to sabotage their time together, and he couldn't shake off the feeling of resentment towards Junes intrusion. If you followed Adult Farm ethos, this shouldn't be an issue, but it certainly was, it's those whispered moments of emotion and honesty that suffered. Sex was of the wham bam thank you very much mam, variety rather than the loving, caring sort of love making.

The girls were competing, each one was determined to outdo the other, even though it meant not working together at all. Who was being the sluttiest in public of all? They vied for attention from any man who cast their eyes their way. June's skirt was hiked up to a scandalous length and Katrina's blouse was unbuttoned to reveal a lace bra, each trying to outdo the other in seductiveness as they had strutted down the beach-side streets. June was clearly winning that competition; she seemed to do provocative naturally and enjoyed the drooling stares.

The girls' giggles and flirty banter could be heard over the crashing waves of the ocean in the distance while they were on the street, and now they were very obvious in the restaurant bar.

David did care about that stuff, he loved sex, he loved sharing but right now he would rather be sitting on the deck with Katrina on their Airbnb overlooking the ocean with a glass of beer chatting to her about nothing in particular. The soft fabric of Katrina's blouse brushing against his arm as she leaned in to cover her mouth in a soft warm kiss. The thought sending shivers down his spine, making his old fellow rise in his pants. He couldn't ignore the electricity between him and Katrina They could then shower together, perhaps make love in the process, go to dinner and come home and go sleep as the result of a drawn-out orgasm. What did he have, a couple of nymphomaniac women looking for dick in the most public way they can? Katrina was a cool for pity's sake, but with her competing with June she began to display devil may care attitude, she was a police woman for goodness's sake.

"That Goth bitch is watching us, I wonder if she is getting a thrill, perhaps she prefers womanly delights." Said June.

"You have had them on full display, she can't help seeing them." Said Dave.

"You're blocking the view sitting there. She is not interested in those two lady friends sitting with their backs to us. She is watching us intently. "

"Her friends are leaving, but she hasn't moved. Ask her over Dave." Said June.

"What me? It's you she seems interested in, not me," Said Dave.

"Go on, use your manly charms and ask her to join us, she looks interesting with all those piecing and stuff, I would like to see how far she has gone and I am interested in what the down side is of all of that iron in her body is, I assume it's her body and not just her ears, eyes and nose. What would it feel like to get a nipple pieced, for instance?" Said June.

"Ever thought of getting your clit pieced girlfriend?" Katrina asked June.

"Fuck Off, I would be out of action for months."

"I think you would look good with some clit jewellery." Said Dave.

"Go ask her over here before she leaves and we can find out." Said June.

Dave disappeared from the table and went to talk to the mysterious Goth woman at the table two rows further forward in the bar. The bar was nearly empty and the guys playing the horses were just as noisy as ever, paying no attention to the girls in the corner.

The young woman was barely twenty, with an unusual air of submission about her. Her face, etched with lines of worry and pain, bore the marks of a past filled with hardship. She had piercings through her brow, nose, and lip, along with dangling earrings depicting obscene male genitalia, only added to her mysterious allure.

"Hi, my name is Dave, I'm with the girls at the table at the back, we would like it if you could join us."

"Why?"

"The girls are interested in your piercings and would like to talk to you about them."

"Why?"

"I don't know perhaps they might get something themselves."

"Why?"

"Nipples and clits were mentioned."

"They think I have clit piecing what gave them that idea? I can see they don't, they should cover up they are on full view."

Her voice, soft and timid, was laced with the faintest hint of fear and hesitance. Each word she spoke carried a slight accent, a seductive whisper that hinted at her origins. Her body language screamed submissiveness - shoulders hunched, eyes downcast, fingers trembling with nerves that only served to amplify her allure.

"You don't like women's genitals, then; I think they are beautiful and make me a little horny."

She reached for her drink, her fingers shook ever so slightly, betraying her inner turmoil. The way she wrapped them around the glass, as if seeking solace and comfort in its icy embrace. Her nails, painted a dark shade of red, dug into the glass, leaving marks that were barely visible but spoke volumes about her inner struggles.

He watched as she took a sip of her drink, her lips wrapped around the straw in a way that made him wish it was his cock she was sucking on instead. The way she closed her eyes and savoured the taste, as if it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted, only increased his desires.

As she set her glass down, her fingers lingered on the rim for just a moment longer than necessary. It was a small action, one that most people wouldn't even notice, but it was enough to make him wonder if it was intentional. Was she flirting with him? Or was it just his dirty mind playing tricks on him?

He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to take her right there on the table. To spread her legs wide open and plunge his cock deep inside her. To feel her body writhe and convulse beneath him as he fucked her with a passion that only came from forbidden desire. Fuck the girls, June and Katrina that were playing games with him, why wouldn't he do the same to them?

The thought of it made him rock hard, his cock straining against the zipper of his pants. He shifted, trying to adjust himself without being too obvious. But it was no use - the more he thought about it, the harder he got, he knew she had noticed, she would understand what she had done to him.

"I like them a lot, but flaunting them in a restaurant bar is another story."

"You prefer women, then?"

"Why?"

Dave had decided he couldn't hide his monster erection, so he might as well highlight it. "I would like to have sex with you."

"Cheez you're are forward, you don't even know my name, and I do prefer men, although girls are good to."

He realised she had not said no, so she wasn't against the concept that only made him more excited.

"Didn't know I needed to know your name to make love to you. My name is Dave." He touched his own chest as he spoke.

"Make love that's a whole different game; I thought you wanted to fuck me and put another notch on your belt. My name is Janice, but for Christ's sake call me Jay."

Dave knew she was going to join them; he held out his hand and helped her up.

He watched as she stood up, her body swaying slightly as if she too was affected by the tension between them. She walked towards the girls in the back booth her hips swaying in a way that made him feel lightheaded. He couldn't help but stare as she disappeared behind the door, wondering if he dared to follow her.

"Girls this is Jay, she is going to join us for a drink and some fun, so if you want to know about piecing, she is your girl. You can see she as an interesting array on her face, and I am sure they are elsewhere.

"You sure have a powerful imagination, Dave; you already have me pieced all over and in the sack with you." Said Jay.

"Nothing like imagination and ambition, all the above. Guilty as charged. Now show us that piercing in your nipple. " Said Dave.

"Which one do you want see?"

"Both, Jay, we want to see both."

The atmosphere crackled with anticipation, as if the air itself held its breath. She gave a quick look towards the guys betting on horses and dogs, the noisy one had his back to them. Would Jay dare to venture as far as the girls desired? The sights and sounds of the restaurant seemed to disappear, someone had lowered the symphony of voices and laughter. The scent of food from the kitchen lingered in the air. The fabric of her clothes clung to her skin, a constant reminder of her inner dilemma. Would she reveal her true self, or keep her body covered for a more private moment?