Welcome to E. Mayberry

by Chris Genovese

  Next to her was one of the best looking guys I’ve ever seen. Pasha had long, dirty blond hair and a scar at the corner of one of his honey brown eyes. He was a pretty boy, charming and kind. Yes, I gathered all that just from looking at him. No, in reality I thought he looked like a stuck up asshole. A familiar asshole though. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it but I could’ve sworn I’d seen him before.

  In front of the other two students was a purple corduroy couch that looked like it belonged in the 70s. Sitting on it was the Hispanic heartthrob who looked like he would be on Ricky Martin’s music video casting speed dial, Marco. He was the dark-skinned version of Pasha, long hair and an intense stare. Lilly was his pet. She wore a flowered dress with no bra, clear from the way the dress hung from her erect nipples. Her hair was as dark as her owner’s and was short, boy short, but she wore it so well.

  Marco glanced down at his watch and smiled up at me.

  “That was cutting it close,” he said. “You were informed about the rule, no?”

  “Yes, I’m sorry,” I said.

  Lilly pushed Marco’s chest playfully. She smiled at me and I knew she was a good person.

  “Stop scaring the poor girl,” she said. “She got here on time. So now that you’re all here, I think we can go ahead and get started. What makes this class difficult is you’re all at different stages. As I’m sure you’re well aware, this class only takes place over four days, scheduled as time permits. Bree, you’re in your second class and Pasha you’re in your third. Sunshine is it?”

  She paused and waited for me to respond.

  “Yes.”

  “Beautiful name,” Marco said.

  “Thank you. It’s what Bas…” I almost said his name and figured since this was a class about the dos and don’ts, it would probably make sense to start out on the right foot. I corrected myself. “…my owner calls me so it kind of stuck. I’m Sunshine now.”

  “Well,” Lilly continued, “Sunshine, this is your very first class. So we’re all over the board. My name is Lilly and this is Marco.”

  She thumbed her necklace and beamed.

  “As you can see, I’m his pet,” she said.

  Marco turned to her and kissed her lips. They were so sweet it was almost sickening.

  “And we love what we do,” Lilly added. “What we do is train new pets to be perfect for their owners, or as near to perfect as we can get in only four classes.”

  “So let’s get started,” Marco said. “The class will jump around a bit so we can keep going for you, Pasha and Bree.”

  As if that were the perfect explanation for what was about to go down, Marco stood, unbuttoned his pants and let his pants fall. He wore no underwear and his cock was fucking huge. Magnificent I tell you. My mouth must’ve dropped open, either that or Bree was in a goofy mood, because she actually giggled. I’ve seen big dicks but this thing…I thought maybe a little person was hiding behind him and played a joke on us by sticking their arm between his legs.

  “You’re scaring the new girl,” Lilly said for the second time since class started.

  Marco put his hands on his hips and winked at me. He grinned and moved his hips around, shaking his cock. Putting this guy in charge of training was a strange decision considering nobody would ever be quite as pleased as he might make them believe they’d be. I envied Lilly but at the same time feared for her. Physically I didn’t think it was even possible to fit it in, and I know, I too have said the line, “Shut the fuck up, you know it’s gonna fit.” But this…I don’t know.

  The fact that part of the training might involve him actually putting that thing somewhere inside my body suddenly occurred to me and I felt my heart skip a beat.

  “Where were we, my love?” Marco asked.

  “Pasha and Bree, please join us, doing it is the only way to see how,” Lilly said. “Sunshine, you can watch for now.”

  I looked to my right and saw Pasha stand up and move to the front of the desks. He pulled his pants down and his cock was clearly hard in anticipation. The outline of it was visible through his boxer briefs. Bree moved around to the front of him and dropped to her knees so she could be at a lower level like Lilly.

  This didn’t seem real. I felt like I’d stepped outside my body and moved into some strange dream world. Bree giggled again and somehow, even as she eagerly awaited Pasha’s cock, I found her absolutely adorable. I wanted to hug her and tell her she could go sit down and I’d handle the big girl business for her. Yet, I’d seen her on camera and she was well prepared for whatever Pasha could give her.

  Bree didn’t wait for Pasha to remove his briefs. She reached up and did it for him, hooking her thumbs into his waistband and yanking them down.

  “There it is!” she declared as his cock came to life in thin air.

  He was average size, my preference actually as I find it’s much easier to make myself come when I can manage the tool inside me.

  Pasha looked at me and his rock solid cock betrayed the rest of his body. His shoulders slumped slightly and his eyes made contact with mine only for a second before he shied away. He was embarrassed and possibly ashamed. I had to wonder what he was doing in a place like Erotic Mayberry if he didn’t want to be in this sort of position. Then, as his hair dangled down in front of his face, I realized where I’d seen him before. He was the guy I’d seen on TV making love to the insanely attractive woman. The first couple I saw when I passed channel 200.

  He’d seemed so into what he was doing at that time. Why was he so ashamed now? Then I remembered my own situation. Even I felt oddly out of place in this free-loving society. As I watched Bree give the head of his cock a soft peck with her lips, I felt the place growing on me again. The desktop covered me as I spread my legs and then pinched them together, giving my pussy a squeeze. It felt great.

  “Now, don’t forget that his balls are a major part of the whole giving head deal,” Lilly said. “Without ‘em it’s like when a guy fucks you and doesn’t touch your tits or when he goes down on you and forgets about the clit. It’s just not correct.”

  Marco closed his eyes and smiled again as she cupped his balls in one hand and did the exact same move I’d done the night before to Bastian. She leaned forward and stretched her mouth wide around the head of her owner’s cock, gave it one long suck, and then pulled away. She laughed.

  “Don’t do that,” she said. “I was just saying hello real quick before we get started.”

  Everyone laughed. Even I did without realizing it. Lilly looked over at me and winked.

  “Sunshine, like I tell everyone at the start of a class, if you feel the need to pleasure yourself, don’t hold back. This is an extremely erotic situation and you wouldn’t be human if you weren’t aroused. The only rule is you cannot come. That’s reserved for classroom activities. We don’t want to waste any, you know?”

  This is surreal.

  “Pasha,” Marco said, “We don’t want to waste any!”

  Marco pointed a finger at the younger man and everyone laughed. Apparently I missed something from a previous class.

  “Won’t happen again,” Pasha promised.

  “You can go in my mouth if you want,” Bree whispered. “I won’t mind.”

  Even that sounded cute coming from her. How is that even possible? I wanted to pat her on the head and say, “Ohhh good girl.”

  “And don’t forget,” Marco added. “A pet can never ever come INSIDE the pussy of another pet. It’s forbidden. That special treat is one of the perks of being an owner.”

  “Alright,” Lilly said, “Back to lesson eight. Using teeth during a blowjob. When to use them, how much to use, when to keep them the hell away…some men love them, some hate them, but all will come like never before if done right.”

  The class lasted about four hours and in that class I did learn a few tricks of the trade. For example, when it comes to teeth, introducing them all at once as in straight up biting is strictly forbidden. One must slowly bring teeth play into it
, touching them slightly to the shaft of the cock while doing a slight sucking motion with the mouth, that way the man doesn’t realize right away what you’re doing. Pressure should be added until it’s clear the man is content but never uncomfortable. If the teeth are overpowering, you’ve failed.

  Surprisingly, I was allowed to watch for most of the class. The most I had to do was give a hand job to Marco to let them know what they were working with. Needless to say, they were impressed and decided to skip the hand job class. I didn’t expect it to go over so well considering my hand wouldn’t fit all the way around Marco’s junk. Yes, in his case I could totally call it “junk.” It was too damn big to be called anything else. It was rather clunky junk.

  It took all I had to not laugh out loud when during my stroking of this beast, I began to wonder whether it would be helpful or hindering during a swim meet. Would the enormous member act like a surfboard fin and help him glide along the water? Or would it be like a broken oar dangling along and slowing him down?

  Later that day, after class, Bastian took me for a walk around the neighborhood. By that I mean we held hands and went for a lazy stroll. No leash involved. I wasn’t that kind of pet. I’d taken to donning sundresses, picked from the large selection in which Bastian had provided, while he looked fresh as ever, always in some sort of button down shirt and slacks. This day, he had a crisp, clean look going on. A light blue linen shirt and khaki colored shorts. Loafers with no socks. He always looked as if magazine model makeup and attire artists showed up each morning to make sure he looked his best.

  He was the man I’d always dreamed of and yet, as I walked next to him, I kind of missed the clumsy, mismatched way most of my exes dressed. Sometimes a man doesn’t look fully a man unless he’s in a pair of jeans and some sort of graphic T-shirt. I feared I’d never see Bastian in a lazy state.

  This must be what they mean when they say all girls secretly want a bad boy. Sometimes we want a man who doesn’t give a shit…that much. I mean he has to give a shit a little bit, right? Skipping the whole teeth brushing thing would be nasty and deodorant is a must. Trust me, I’ve been with co-stars who seemed to skip both.

  “How does no one know about this place?” I asked.

  “Well,” he started. “Pets aren’t allowed to leave and owners like the situation they’re in. They know better than to ruin it by giving our secrets away.”

  Made sense.

  “So we can’t leave? Like ever?” I asked.

  “Would you want to?” he asked.

  A flashback of our conversation in the shower reminded me that I should tread carefully when it came to the subject of leaving.

  “Not permanently,” I said, “But what about family? Mine aren’t close, but what if I was close to my parents or my sister and they wanted to visit? What if I had a kid?”

  “Where were you when I met you?” he asked.

  “The hospital,” I said.

  “And who did you have come visit you?” he asked.

  “Nobody really. Just a friend.”

  “One friend.”

  “Yes.”

  “How often did she visit you?”

  “Why are you asking me questions you already know the answer to?” I asked, my frustration showing through more than I wanted it to.

  “Sorry,” he said with a gentle squeeze of my hand. “Look…”

  He stopped walking and turned me so we could face each other, with our hands together he pulled my body close to him. I had to look up to see his face and he moved our hands so they were at the small of my back, almost cuffed there, as he pushed his body against mine.

  “I love you,” he said. “I’ve told you that already. But I had to be convinced you were right not only for me but for this community. I’ve liked a lot of women but I’ve never fallen for one as deeply as I did for you and definitely not as quickly. You hit me like a fucking freight train, barrelled right through my heart. But I couldn’t bring you here if you had connections. It’s not the way it works. All the pets here are lonely souls. They have nobody, or at least no one who would come asking questions. You have to understand how that could destroy everything we’ve built. Imagine the religious nuts standing outside with picket signs and newscasters shedding light on our ways and agents of some sort trying to infiltrate our community posing as neighbors to try and prove we were up to no good…”

  “Are you up to no good?” I asked.

  “We,” he said. “You’re one of us now. And no, we’re not up to no good. Everything we do serves a purpose and that purpose is keeping a calm, stress-free, safe lifestyle. If I wanted a pet who had kids, that wouldn’t work. If I wanted a pet who was so connected to her parents that they needed weekly visits, that wouldn’t work. I mean sure we could go visit our parents once or twice a year like anyone else, but they could never be invited through the gates. Can you imagine what they might think if they saw that?”

  He let go of my hands and pointed at a spot a few houses down. It was a garage sale. One woman was bent over a table while another woman struck her ass with a whip. Their laughter floated on the breeze until it arrived at my ears. It was all innocent fun but I could see what he meant. Most parents and grandparents wouldn’t get it. Mine wouldn’t, if they cared enough to enquire.

  “So I’m the perfect planned girlfriend,” I said, “I’m like a Stepford Wife or something. No connections to the outside world.”

  Bastian laughed and kissed my forehead.

  “Sunshine,” he said, “You’re so much more than that. If you’ll have me that long, I hope one day we’ll be sitting out on our front porch in rocking chairs like them.”

  He pointed at a different house and an elderly couple sitting together drinking what looked like soda or probably sweet tea. They rocked back and forth and looked out over the neighborhood, like two very pleasant gargoyles. When they spotted us looking, they passed a wave which we happily returned.

  “They don’t look like they belong here,” I said.

  “Shit,” he said under his breath, “That couple right there is the perfect example of what we all strive for. She’s the owner, he’s the pet, and they moved in here maybe ten years ago, right around the time I did. I think they’ve gotten to the point where they don’t swap partners anymore but they used to all the time.”

  “Really? They look so happy.”

  “Cause they are. Sexual pleasure with someone else isn’t cheating as long as you both agree to it. Don’t let strings be attached. If it’s purely for pleasure and you come back to each other after, there could be nothing better for a relationship. Think about where the stress comes from in a relationship…later on I mean, after the initial passion fades.

  “Money,” I said. “That’s what I’ve heard anyway. I’ve never been in a serious relationship of the kind you’re talking about.”

  “Money can be a big issue,” he said. “Probably the biggest. Okay, you got me there, but other than that it can oftentimes come from the stress of HAVING to perform for the other when you’re not in the mood or from the woman not feeling attractive enough or the man not staying hard long enough. Sex can be stressful, man.”

  He had a point. When I was with my ex, God, I didn’t even want to say his name. The wound was still too fresh, too raw…but we sometimes weren’t in the mood to have sex since we both did it all day on screen.

  Bastian cupped my ass through my dress and probably by accident spread my cheeks enough to hurt slightly. I loved it. My pussy responded as usual, with that twinge and wetness to follow.

  “Think about all the sweetness of a relationship, all the front porch rocking, and the sexual part is there when you want it,” he said. “When a break is needed, you let somebody else take care of that for you, but you come right back and eat dinner together and laugh at old reruns of your favorite show.”

  “You make it all make sense,” I said. “But I don’t think I could stand seeing you with someone else.”

  “Then I won’t be with anyon
e else until you agree,” he promised. “Scout’s honor.”

  “You weren’t even a fucking scout,” I said as I turned my head and rested my cheek on his chest.

  The garage sale was livening up by the moment and I decided I wanted to check it out. But first, one more question.

  “What about children?” I asked. “Obviously there are none here. How is that possible? With all the sex going on all the time you’d think there’d be toddlers all over the place.”

  He reached down and fingered my necklace.

  “This,” he said. “It does a few things. It keeps you always in a chill state and it stops you from having your period without all the horrible side effects of menopause. It also stimulates your hormones, making you twice as horny as you’d usually be.”

  “You’re kidding,” I said as I looked down at my necklace, tracing the grooves of my carved out name with my pinky finger. “Whoever created this thing is a genius.”