AdultVillage 24 Myrtles End

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, owner of a huge amount of property around the state, used Angus Scott as her agent. Good friends, well more than good friends they were lovers, well not really lovers, maybe just sex partners. She looked at him as a trusted adviser, in all things business and many things in pleasure. At over the age of ninety, she knew that every morning she woke up it might be her last day on the planet. Early in her relationship with Scott, she had been dreaming her days as a young day, on her father's farm and then once he had passed it to her on her own farm with her dearest husband.

Early in her life she gained a love of young men and what they could offer her sexually, she knew that they just have to ask and they would do anything for her, as she got older, she needed to provide some incentive which usually in the form of illicit and often forbidden sex, which she saw as a win, win. She loved it and so did her suitors, plus they got whatever it was they were after, as did she. Living on a farm, she did some amazing sexually charged things as the lifestyle just lent itself to it.

Though she enjoyed flirting with the farmhands, she always remained faithful to her husband by giving him all of her attention and refraining from any affairs when he was home. However, her husband was not as loyal. She once found him having sex with cook and long-term friend Maureen over the kitchen counter while Maureen should have been preparing dinner. After her initial shock and disappointment, Myrtle said nothing and silently crawled behind her husband to pleasure him while he was with Maureen. It was the first time she had ever used her tongue on his anus, but she had learned how to please men in that way from a handsome farrier. The farrier was rude, uncouth, and incredibly fit. She couldn't help but smile at the thought of him every time a farrier visited to shoe their horses. Since her husband loved rimming, she has rimmed him countless times since then.

The consequence of this unfaithful act mean Maureen became a very close friend of Myrtle and they often played with the boys together, as well as looked after each other when no boys were around.

At a point she was feeling very old and useless her trusted adviser brought her this proposition to fund a group his daughter belonged to, in the lease and possible purchase of a property. Turned out this group was into a form of free love, maybe a bit like the communes that were around in the late 1960s and early 1970s, and expression of a kind of free love for all.

Myrtle lavished Angus with exceptional care whenever he visited her at the aged care facility. She wasn't just a resident there; she was the formidable owner of this establishment and several others. Her domain on the property was a sprawling, mansion-like annex, complete with a luxurious bedroom, state-of-the-art gym, gourmet kitchen, and exclusive medical amenities.

Angus, a man in his late fifties, was the epitome of a silver fox. His handsome features and fit physique were undeniable, and his smooth tongue only added to his charm. Maurine couldn't help but notice his good looks and, in a moment of daring curiosity, she flirtatiously imitated a pathetic voice.

"Wouldn't it be nice Angus to be part of your daughter Polly's group?" she mused. "I haven't even seen a penis in twenty years." Then, directly challenging Angus, she slyly said, "If you want this deal, maybe you could show me your equipment."

Angus hesitated for a moment, but ultimately succumbed to her request. He unzipped his trousers slowly and pulled out his rising member. Maurine was captivated by the sight before her and felt an irresistible urge to touch it. She reached out tentatively, wrapping her fingers around its girth before lowering her head and taking him into her warm mouth. Angus let out a low moan as she began moving along his shaft with tantalising precision.

The genuine excitement for Maurine began when Angus's large hand found its way under her skirt, gently exploring her sensitive flesh. Using wet fingers, he delicately parted her moist folds before sliding a finger inside her. His other hand teased her clitoris with perfect pressure, occasionally dipping down to gather more of her wetness.

Maurine closed her eyes and arched her back as sensation overwhelmed her body. She felt electrified by the intimate contact with Angus--her first orgasm in twenty years was so intense that she nearly screamed in bliss.

From that point on, each visit between these two passionate souls would involve not just conversations but also heated encounters of sexual exploration. Eventually, their little secret rendezvous expanded to include Maureen into the mix, as they all indulged in pleasure-driven acts together as a trio.

In older adults, sexual activity can correlate with greater enjoyment of life and health. People do not become asexual as they age, although physiological changes may result in modified sexual activity. In Myrtles case, she fully rezoned in on living the life she had at the farm, enjoying all the liaisons she could muster, mostly orchestrated by Angus.

Myrtle had Angus promise to take her and Maureen to the establishment once it was up and running, and that is exactly what happened.

Mrs Macquarie visited the Adult Farm on a number of occasions fuelling her obsession with having geriatric sex. Her fixated-on sex herself while ensuring other people got their share. She ensured Maureen and her nurse, had their fair share. She spoke to Angus about trying to include the young man who acted as her steward. She would like to have a helping of his cum when the young man came to pick up her dishes after her lunch.

Angus, bewildered by Mrs. Macquarie's insatiable appetites, managed her request with a blend of professionalism and personal care that only deepened their unconventional friendship. The first of these sexual encounters took place two days later, with Maureen involved with the steward and Myrtle.

Angus, bewildered but dedicated, arranged the tryst. Myrtle's lusty moans and Maureen's gasps filled the room as they tangled together with a lean, tall blond male steward who had long curved penis glistening in the juices of the two elderly women. Angus had been asked to film the episode, he gasped for air, struggling to keep up with their boundless energy. Sweat glistened on their wrinkled skin as their bodies collided in a symphony of passion. He couldn't believe how agile these two ladies in their late 80s and early 90s were as they lead the post lunch orgy.

As Myrtle's appetite increased, so did Angus' exhaustion, he was asked to fill in for the young men when they weren't available. After one particular visit to the farm, Myrtle and Maureen moved into a shared room. Myrtle ordered Angus to attend to them both. He found them naked and eager on a large four-poster bed. They stroked each other's sagging breasts and teased their swollen lips as they waited for him.

Mrs. Macquarie panted, "I want you to fuck us both, Angus."

Angus hesitated before complying with her demanding tone. He plunged into Maureen's soaking wet pussy while Myrtle straddled his face. Her tangy scent engulfed him as she ground her hips against his face. Angus' tongue danced over her engorged clitoris, eliciting loud moans from both women. Their muffled cries of ecstasy echoed through the room as they experienced simultaneous climaxes that left them spent and panting for air.

Myrtle continued to push boundaries, ordering in young men for herself and Maureen--a dashing hairdresser, a burly masseur, even a transgender escort named Trannie who left them spent and yearning for more. To enhance the intoxicating experiences, she invested in an arsenal of provocative playthings and exotic aphrodisiacs. Each purchase promising a tantalizing exploration of the senses, allowing her to push boundaries and bring depth to her sexual escapades. Maureen and Myrtle experimented with toys in endless scenes of sexual debauchery, Angus was never sure what he would walk into, she had become less interested in her own privacy and left open curtains, the doors to her complex, she and Maureen even swam in the complex public pool naked.

''I own the place, what am I going to do kick myself out, the old guys enjoy watch us old bats play in the nude and the prudish woman can tut behind their hands. I have one old bloke who has no show of getting it up, joining us nude in the pool. He constantly plays with himself and gropes us old girls, its fun. I think we get more at the pool than we ever did in the past.' She confided in Angus one afternoon when they were having an early evening cocktail before the nightly pleasures began.

Sharing her deepest fantasies with her best friend, she confesses a dream that edges on the brink of taboo - a longing to reach the pinnacle of pleasure, surrendering to an orgasm so powerful that it could consume her very life.

She spends every moment luxuriating in pleasure - her mind is either dancing with the anticipation of her next sensual rendezvous, or reliving the passionate encounters she's had. The sweet tension of desire is her constant companion.

On one occasion Angus turned up at her apartment, to find her naked body on the sundeck with Trannie, the masseur with Maddie, a massage parlour owner in the city and at the Adult Farm, firmly working her back with his penis at full mast. As he worked her shoulders, she had his usually limp dick buried deep in her gurgling throat. Angus thought she was struggling to breathe and attempted to move Trannie away. Trannie was a Thai lady boy and apparently very active in the alternative life styles communities. How Myrtle ended up with him/her was anybody's guess.

On another occasion, he turned up to see a middle age man installing what looked like a fucking machine in the gym. Myrtle and Maureen were in their usual state of undress while this guy was going through a full demonstration of how to set up the machine to provide an endless source of penetration without the need for a male. Maureen was laying naked on a low table, covered in a plush mattress, with pillow under her head, her feet in stirrups spreading her legs to make a full view of her old vagina and her backside elevated,

"Where the hell did this come from, and what on earth is it?" Angus demanded, locking eyes with Myrtle.

"This," Myrtle replied with a daring grin, "is the Macquarie Personal Orgy, a groundbreaking contraption designed by yours truly. Poppy, your daughter, chipped in, and we had some spicy insights from June and Felicity. Benno, your latest recruit, sketched out the plans. We've crafted a device that doesn't tire like you guys do and keeps the party going long after you've thrown in the towel. We're gearing up to market and sell it, with Maureen possibly being our first demonstrator. I see a hot market for this in places like ours. Let's face it, the old boys are running low on steam, and this could be the fiery spark needed for a romantic escapade."

"You can't be serious," Angus retorted, stunned.

"Absolutely serious, I have accountants organising money to put into a toy development package that will be part of my estate managed by Adult Farm.

"Have you used it yet?" Said Angus

"Yes, it was incredible, and I insist you give it a go. There's an overpowering feeling when you find yourself bound to a sturdy bench, your legs spread wide and vulnerable, as the cold iron-like dildo thrusts mercilessly in and out of your quivering body. With each penetration, you can feel its uncanny ability to gauge your level of desire and fine-tune its rhythm and depth to match the ebb and flow of your pleasure.

An electric shiver runs down your spine as the machine's precision anticipates your climax, slowing down just at the right moment, allowing a few moments for your arousal to cool before resuming its relentless pounding. It even dispenses a fresh coat of slippery lube to keep everything slick and ready for the next round."

"How do you stop it, then?" Said Angus.

"Tell it to stop, or it should recognise when your body is not responding and shut down." Said Myrtle "Now what about you? We need to test it on a guy."

"What me? I mean I am a bit bi, but not that much I would use a machine." Said Angus.

"I insist, you can bring your wife and I will bring a few guests from the farm, should be a laugh. Did I tell you the machine has an automatic lube feature, keeping the object tunnel at just the right level of lubrication? We redesigning the case to give it a softer feel and less like garage equipment and more a friend in the bedroom feels about it. A new generation of toy with blue tooth connection it will play AI inspired love making dialogue, we tried to make a lover more than an automatic piston.

"I think it's too early in her membership of the farm for my wife to get this involved. Perhaps we do some trial work today, I will tell Jenny I am working late with you she will understand." Said Angus.

"Have you told her about our liaison yet then Angus?"

"I have when we both joined the farm, it's been a big step for her and I didn't want to overload her."

"You had better tell her you will be away for the evening, otherwise she is going to be suspicious." Said Myrtle.

"That's my concern when do you want to do this trial then?"

"No time like the present let's do it tonight, I want to trial it on you first, we have a narrow head that will suit you fine. When Maureen has finished you are next up Okay?" Myrtle asked.

"Not happy, but if you must, as long as you don't leave me alone, I don't want to be tied to the bed with a machine taking liberties with my arse."

Myrtle laughed and promised they would be observing every strong, they wanted to see how it worked on a guy, they might make a version for between men.

That afternoon they experimented on Myrtle and Maureen with Benno, doing the adjusting and taking notes. He was interested in how this device would work with a man-on-man situation, but he wasn't really that keen on the mechanical cock taking his arse he felt they had some tweaking to do before it would be suitable. He insisted that Angus would be ideal, as Benno had to be capable of making technical changes.

Angus was first up on the machine after Maureen had had her fill, although it felt stiff and awkward to start with, he got used to the machine steadily pulsing in his rectum, he was intrigued in its ability to slow and speed of its own will, it would probe him apparently mindful of the discomfort of early penetration, as it felt the muscles relaxed it would gain intensity. Angus very much enjoyed it, and the team was reward by him spilling an enormous spurt of cum during one of the sessions.

The morning light filtered through the gauzy curtains, casting a soft glow over the bedroom. Angus stirred, his head pounding from the previous night's activities. As consciousness slowly returned, he became aware of the stillness beside him.

Angus turned his head, expecting to see Myrtle's sleeping form. Instead, he was met with an unsettling sight. Myrtle lay motionless, her skin pale and waxy in the dawn light. Her eyes were open, staring blankly at the ceiling.

A chill ran down Angus' spine as he reached out to touch her arm. Her skin was cool to the touch, lacking the warmth of life. Panic rising in his chest, he shook her gently, then more forcefully. "Myrtle? Myrtle, wake up!"

But she didn't stir. The horrible truth began to sink in. Angus stumbled out of bed; his legs shaky beneath him. He fumbled for his phone, dialling emergency services with trembling fingers. He looked at the device between her legs and swallowed hard, what do with this thing? He shook Maureen, who put her hand to her mouth and gently screamed into it, this was followed unstoppable crying. Benno quickly removed the device and took it outside to the boot of his car, nobody needed to know about his precious machines part in this incident.

He barely remembered tumbling in to bed with his 93-year-old benefactor, she insisting on a threesome with the machine before she slept, he had fallen asleep, the machine must have carried on until the batteries went flat.

Panic rising in his throat, Angus scrambled out of bed, fumbling for his phone. The room spun around him as he dialled emergency services, his mind reeling with the implications of what had happened.

The next few hours passed in a blur. Paramedics arrived, followed by police. Questions were asked, statements taken. Through it all, Angus felt numb, his mind reeling from the shock. Memories of their hedonistic evening of debauchery as they played with the machine, extracting all the pleasure they could from the toy and themselves, all fuelled by gallons of best champagne.

The next few hours passed in a blur. Paramedics arrived, confirming what Angus already knew. The police took statements. A doctor examined the body, his face grave as he delivered his assessment It wasn't until the doctor arrived to examine Myrtle's body that the full impact hit him. "Cause of death appears to be cardiac arrest," the doctor explained gently, without very much examination at all.

Angus realised Myrtle had been fucked to death, her dying wish.

Panic surged through the three remaining participants of the previous night's hedonistic orgy, which had included two guys, two women in their nineties, and a new, super-intelligent machine designed for intimate pleasure. Angus was torn apart by the fear that they might have shattered the entire concept of Adult World. He had just managed to convince his wife, Jennifer, that it was a positive idea, and she had joined. Now, if the truth about his relationship with Myrtle emerged in court, it could destroy everything. The potential scandal seemed unimaginable.

Angus was caught in a whirlwind of uncertainty as he asked the doctor if there was any suspicion of unusual circumstances, all while fully aware that Myrtle had been sexually active within the past 24 hours and that the machine might have caused internal bruising. The doctor, insisting it was due to natural causes, saw no reason to delve deeper and offered to issue a death certificate accordingly. Yet, as Angus spoke further with Maureen, he discovered that the doctor had also been involved in intimate activities with both of them, likely wishing to keep that detail under wraps. Angus was left grappling with conflicting emotions and the gravity of the situation.

Then there was what to do with the machine capable of sending a person into such orgasmic spasms it could actually kill them with pleasure? Perhaps he needs to talk to Dr Adana Igala the Adult Farm doctor.