Someone bumped my foot.
Another bump.
Knocking and banging, the whimsical sound of horny men trying to find their way through the dark.
A girl giggled and then switched to the call of ecstasy as in, “Ohhh shiiit.”
Jackie sighed and gasped. She was getting hers. Her moan turned me on and I realized I was soaking wet in anticipation.
“Yes, baby,” said another female voice.
Women all around me were moaning and whispering short cheers of sexual inspiration. I whooped when someone grabbed both of my feet.
“Bastian?” I asked.
“Shh,” someone nearby said. “No names in this game, honey. Just lean back and enjoy it.”
I felt a set of lips kiss my knee and slowly make its way up my thigh. My legs trembled. I wasn’t sure if I liked it. I was nervous. Where was Bastian? Was this him? Or was he causing one of these other women’s sighs?
“Ohhh fuck! Fucking yes!” a woman yelled and I couldn’t help but imagine Bastian on the floor between her legs, lapping her up.
A very slight feeling of jealousy washed over me but it wasn’t like I expected. I wasn’t mad or even worried. I only wanted to know. But then the man between my legs crept closer to my pussy and suddenly I wanted to feel what everyone else was feeling.
My pussy ached from the gentle pecking making its way up my thigh. My hips seemed to rise on their own as I tried to guide his tongue to where I really wanted it. I think it was his thumbs that pried me open, pulling my folds back so he could reach the tender most part of me. Lips caressed my clit.
Absent sight it was all feeling and it felt so fucking nice. Not rushed. Soft. Loving. This guy was good. His tongue circled my clit and I could feel my juices running down my ass. Then his tongue went to my taint and scooped upwards, stripping me of any excess fluids. As his tongue dipped into my pussy, I finally moaned like all the other women at the table.
“Aaaahaaaa!” escaped from somewhere deep down in my throat.
His mouth pinned my clit down and his tongue flicked quickly at it. I kicked out and heard a grunt. It definitely wasn’t Bastian’s voice. Somehow that made it hotter. I gripped his hair beneath the table and bucked, fucking his face. He flicked harder and suddenly I was yelling.
“Ohhhh! Ohhh fuuuuuck!”
I felt Jackie reach out and take my hand.
“Eat this pussy, baby,” she said to her man under the table as she squeezed my hand.
She let go of my hand but then she found my face. She pulled me to her and she kissed me. First, a soft peck on the lips, but then her tongue touched my bottom lip and my mouth fell open.
It wasn’t my first time kissing a girl. I’d done it on screen but it never felt as sensual as this. It had always felt forced, with a director calling all the shots. This was totally natural and it was lovely. Her tongue moistened mine and it was sexy as hell.
That was until my under-the-table surprise snuck a finger inside me and I jumped, bumping teeth with my female make-out partner.
Then two fingers inside and his tongue kept working my clit. I was going nuts. My pussy was on fire and I felt like I’d cry. I wanted to cry. I wanted to burst out in tears and grip his head and pull him into me so hard I’d smother him. It felt so motherfucking good!
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I couldn’t hold it in.
I tried desperately to ride his knuckles. I felt like crawling under the table and fucking the guy with the magical tongue, like getting on my hands and knees and letting him take me from behind. But I couldn’t do that. Somehow I knew it was against the rules. Besides, I didn’t know how far Bastian would be willing to let this go. So I took it and waited and ached and whimpered and whined and finally exploded. I came and howled at the same time.
“Someone’s getting her cherry popped!” a woman announced.
The other women cheered.
“Ohh yeah,” I said with a lightheaded laugh.
I felt like I was seconds away from passing out.
“On that note,” a woman I think was Kendall said. “Gentlemen, please head out and thank you.”
The guy under the table squeezed my knee as if to say, “Good job, sport!”
Then more thumping and banging as the men crawled out from beneath the table and made their way out of the dark room.
The lights came on and the women, all looking flushed, put their panties back on.
Afterwards, the men came in to retrieve their women. And all was normal. Everyone was happy. Men were asking women if they had a good time and women returned the question.
“How do you feel?” Bastian asked as he slinked his arm through mine.
The truth was I still couldn’t feel my face but I didn’t want him to know how great I felt.
“It was…strange,” I said.
“Strange?”
“A little awkward.”
“Are you ok?”
“I’m fine. Better than fine. That was…was…”
“That was an Erotic Mayberry party, toots,” an older woman said as she strutted by.
“And how are you?” I asked him.
“Fine,” he said. “It was fun, wasn’t it?”
“It was.”
And it was. I had to admit, it was crazy, but it was great.
From that moment on, I was a part of the community. I’d passed my initiation and the rest of the night was an alcohol filled celebration.
By the time we returned to our house, it was a quarter past three and we both collapsed into bed fully dressed.”
I stopped my story there and looked at Tension. He was sweating and staring intently at my tits.
“That was my first night in Mayberry,” I told him.
He laughed and shook his head.
“Unbelievable,” he said.
“You don’t believe me?”
“I shouldn’t,” he said, “but the odd thing is I absolutely do.”
“I think you’d like going to a party like that,” I teased. “Hitting your knees in the dark, crawling under a table, and finding a random piece of tail for you to bury your face in. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
He didn’t answer. He just kind of glared at me.
“You’re crossing a line,” he warned.
“Oh?”
“I’m a detective and you’re reducing me to one of the sick and twisted men in your neighborhood.”
I liked seeing him angry. It was a turn on. I held my hand at my chest and let one of my fingernails slide up and down my left tit. He noticed and his eyes were glued to me.
“It’s not my neighborhood…anymore,” I reminded him. “I left. Which is why you’re here, remember? To get answers from an ex-neighbor of Erotic Mayberry?”
“I remember,” he said.
“You know what I miss most about living there?”
He shrugged his shoulders.
“I miss knowing that I could have my pussy eaten any time of the day or night. Can you imagine living in a place where you could get a blowjob whenever you wanted?”
“No, I can’t.”
“I assure you it’s great. You can come when…ever…you…want.”
I was being such a fucking tease. I had no doubt that if I dropped to my knees and made my way over to him, he’d have his pants down and his dick out before I made it halfway across the floor. There was plenty of time for that later. I wanted to finish my story.
“I apologize. You didn’t come here to hear my flirting. You want answers. Let me go on with my story.”
“Yes, please.”
“The day after the party, I awoke feeling like shit. I was hung over but also still wearing makeup. The clock read 1:00 pm and I was alone. Bastian had left a note on the nightstand. It read:
Dear Sunshine,
Good morning. When I woke this morning and saw you resting so innocently and beautifully, I felt blessed. You are a blessing and I’m so glad you decided to move in with me. I wanted to spend the day with you
but I was called in to the hospital. I should be home late tonight. The kitchen is stocked, clothes are in the closet, and there are two important items on the living room coffee table. One is the HOA (Home Owner’s Association) rules for living in Erotic Mayberry. You’ll want to read through it carefully.
If you agree and still want to live here, put on the necklace that is in the box on the table.
But know that once you put on that necklace, you should never, for any reason, remove it. It will become a part of you. You will be my pet.
Love,
Bastian
The note was sweet but somewhat disturbing at the same time. His pet. I’d heard the term “pet” thrown around the party. What exactly did that mean? Would I be expected to crawl around on all fours, to lick his shoes, to fetch his newspaper? Or did it mean cuddling up next to him in bed? Purring when he stroked me? Licking his face and body when he returned from work?
The shower called my name so I washed my hungover face and bloodshot eyes beneath its stream before dressing and making myself a quick breakfast.
The book and box were right where the letter said they’d be. I curled up on the couch with a cup of coffee and pulled the book into my lap first. For some reason I imagined it would be some old fashioned, leather bound thing full of ancient handwritten words. It was the exact opposite of that. It was small, pocket-size, and looked like something you could pick up at any online retailer. Its cover was maroon with gold lettering. Erotic Mayberry Homeowners’ Association Rules and Regulations.
I sipped from my coffee and turned the book over in my hand a couple of times.
This ought to be interesting.
Now, to go through the whole list of dos and don’ts in one sitting would take forever. I did eventually read it from front to back, although not that day, and most of it was quite amusing. In fact, I found myself horny as hell by the time I skimmed through to the end. Here are a few examples of some of the rules.
Rule #3: Jealousy is strictly forbidden. Sharing is our way of life. To have and to keep is to silently weep.
Rule #7: A pet shall never wear panties or underwear after 5pm and never while the owner is home from work.
Rule #15: Anytime the neighborhood siren goes off, all activities must stop, and the pet must give him or herself willingly to the owner. If at home, both the pet and owner must make their way to the back, sliding glass door where they should fuck with the blinds open.
Rule #26: Talk of what goes on inside Erotic Mayberry is strictly forbidden once outside the town security gate.
Rule #35: Children are not allowed inside Erotic Mayberry. Special necklaces have been provided to each pet (and patches to owners) to prevent pregnancy. As much as we love children, our neighborhood is not a child-friendly environment.
Rule #46: No Erotic Mayberry neighbor shall have sexual relations with a non-neighbor. We keep a clean and respectable environment which cannot be soiled by outsiders. If in pursuit of a new pet and it is found necessary, proceed with caution. Once inside the gate, all new pets will visit the neighborhood doctor and will go through a series of medical exams to ensure no sexually transmitted diseases have been brought into Erotic Mayberry.
The list went on and on. None of it sounded bad to me. I’d only skimmed through it though, skipped some of the stuff I couldn’t concentrate on, so I was sure I’d missed a lot. Overall, I got the main idea. I was there to fuck and be merry and cuddle with my owner.
What if I wanted to leave? I couldn’t find anything in the book about leaving the neighborhood. I mean the setup was damn good, especially for anyone as horny as me, but you’d think someone, at some point, might want to give up the lifestyle. I figured it must be buried somewhere in one of the parts I’d read through quickly. The thing was packed with information for being such a small book. I knew I’d have to study it over and over again before I’d remember all the rules.
I reached for the small box on the table and set it in my lap. Carefully, I removed the top and pulled out the necklace. It was a silver colored chain, which I figured must be platinum, with a pendant that looked like it would belong on a dog or cat collar. It was circular, was stamped with E.Mayberry, and below that read: Sunshine.
My name was engraved on the pendant already. Somehow, that both gave me the chills and warmed my heart at the same time. It seemed way too soon for Bastian to have had it made but at the same time, that could mean he’d been planning this, and had been hoping I’d say yes.
Yes, Bastian, I think I accept.
I unclasped the back of the chain and held it up to my neck. Then I hesitated. What was I about to do? Was I sure I wanted to stay here in this place forever? I liked the rules in the book for the most part. I’d been an adult film star, on my own, finding my sense of family in groups of oversexed actors. Nobody seemed truly happy. Because, for the most part, we all went home alone at the end of the day. I’d often asked myself why I couldn’t have a loving relationship with someone who loved and craved sex as much as I did.
Erotic Mayberry seemed to be the answer. Bastian was the answer.
I reached behind my neck and secured the clasp. I was a pet. Suddenly I felt different. I felt owned. But it felt good. No longer would I be returning to my empty apartment to deal with the deep dark depression I often encountered. I’d never be alone again. Another familiar feeling seemed to run through my limbs. It was an instant wanting, an instant yearning, an instant craving for sex. I almost had to masturbate right there at the table.
As I went to put my coffee cup in the sink, I stopped by the large sliding glass door that led to the backyard, and slid open the blinds. The sun washed over my face and I looked up to see a bright blue sky with big fluffy clouds. It was a gorgeous day and I felt wonderful.
I slid open the door and stepped outside. To the right was a large wooden fence separating our house from the next. Our house. Why was I thinking of this as “our” house? But it was, wasn’t it? I was Bastian’s pet. He was my owner. This was our house. I smiled and felt giddy.
“Those are beautiful,” I heard a woman say.
I glanced left and found that the other side of our house was fenceless. No privacy that way. The woman who’d spoken the words was standing over a man on his hands and knees working on a flower bed.
“Yes, you were absolutely right,” she added. “I love those. The colors blend together perfectly.”
She turned to see me watching and shielded her eyes from the sun. Then she smiled and waved at me.
“Well hello,” she said.
I walked closer to her and waved back.
“Hi.”
“You must be Bastian’s new friend,” she said.
New friend. Why did that make me wonder about his old friend? Did he have an old friend? Or was I new because I was…new? Like new to the neighborhood?
“I guess I am,” I said. “My name’s Sunshine.”
I loved my new name and surprised myself by how easily and quickly I’d adjusted to it. It was one more thing to help me start a fresh new life. I had a new home, new clothes, a new man, new neighbors, and even a new name.
“Sunshine,” she repeated. “What a befitting name. You certainly are radiant.”
I felt myself blushing and didn’t know what to say.
“Isn’t she, David?”
David stopped fiddling with the flowers and looked over at me. His face brightened, a sure sign that he found me attractive.
“She’s radiant alright.”
“Stop it,” she said as she gave his thigh a little kick and they both laughed. “Dave here has one of those never ending hard-ons. You never know when he’s gonna try to assault you with it.”
They both laughed. I felt oddly out of place, like I’d woken up in a bright, cheery, erotic TV show. They were too nice.
“My name’s Tina,” she said as she held her hand out for me to shake.
I did.
“Nice to meet you,” I said. “And you, Dave.”
Tina glanced down and seemed to be staring at my tits. When she saw that I’d caught her looking, she grinned and passed me a wink.
“Well, I better get back inside. I have a few things to take care of being new and all.”
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