Welcome to E. Mayberry

by Chris Genovese

  In front of us, the smaller woman slid toward the front of the hood where she wrapped her legs around the black man and he hoisted her up into the air. The way he threw her up and slammed her down onto his cock made me wince. Then Bastian lifted up hard and I winced again.

  I was in a fucking orgy for the most part. It wasn’t my first one of course but it was the first real life one. This was no act. Everyone was straight up fucking and everyone was enjoying it. They might’ve been employees of the car wash but damn they were into it.

  The car? It was still fucking filthy as they hadn’t washed shit, but who cared?

  “Fuck me,” I whined. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Ohhhh fuck me.”

  My voice came out in annoying cries but I couldn’t help it. Everything was so right.

  Bastian pulled one hand out of my bra and slid his window down. I didn’t know why. I just kept rocking on his cock, taking it inside, enjoying every inch in and every inch out.

  “Is she ready?” I heard a female voice ask.

  “I think so,” Bastian said.

  I looked over and saw Amber, the girl with the clipboard, her top pulled off and her perfect tits right in my face. She stuck her head in the window and kissed me. I tried to resist at first but when her hand reached down to my clit, I gave up and opened my mouth. Her tongue felt great, soft.

  “Harder, Doctor,” Amber said. “She needs to be ready to pop.”

  Bastian drove higher, deeper, and I felt my eyes roll back.

  “Oh…oh…oh…yaaaassssss!” I cried.

  “She’s not ready yet,” Amber said as she leaned in and sucked one of my tits. “She’s close but not ready yet.”

  “I’m ready!” I yelled.

  I didn’t know what I was supposed to be ready for but whatever it was, I was fucking ready.

  “Not yet,” Amber said. “Fuck her harder, long strokes.”

  She was calling the shots, giving Bastian the order, and he was obeying. He stopped fucking me fast and instead pulled me hard down onto him as he went deep and slow.

  “I need to see how ripe she is,” Amber said as she reached down between my legs and gently pinched my clit. “Oh she’s getting there.”

  She kissed me again and this time I grabbed the back of her head and shoved my tongue into her mouth. She met me with the same heat, kissing me back hard.

  “Hard and fast again, Doctor,” she ordered.

  He sped up. To my right the girl in the window screamed as she came. In front of me the smaller woman slapped the wall as the big black guy drove his cock into her. Amber kissed me. Bastian fucked me. I thought I was going to lose my mind.

  “I can’t…I can’t anymore,” I cried.

  “She’s ready,” Amber said.

  “Now!” Bastian ordered.

  Amber flipped a switch or something and vibrations hit my clit. It surprised me, shocked me, sent me into the best orgasm I’ve ever experienced. And I thought the one at the backdoor was intense. This was better. This was forced. My pussy had no say in the matter. My clit stung and my legs twitched uncontrollably. My legs clamped shut and Bastian kept fucking me.

  “Ohhhhhhhh!” was the only noise I could conjure up.

  “Come, baby,” Bastian said into my ear. “Let it go. Let it go for me.”

  “I…I…”

  Amber cranked up the speed and whatever she was using licked at my clit so hard and so fast that my knees slammed into each other. I tried to relax them but they tensed again and knocked hard. Amber’s mouth collided with mine again and I tried to eat her mouth. I thought I was going crazy. I’d lost my mind. I tried to climb his cock and her vibrator and her fucking knuckles!

  “Ohhhh shiiiiit!” I screamed.

  I burst. Something came out of me. Everything gushed out of me. I came so hard I fell forward and smacked foreheads with Amber who complained but laughed and put her hand to my head to hold it safely up.

  “She’s done,” she said with a giggle.

  I passed out.

  Sun shone through the window when I woke later in my bed. Bastian sat next to me reading some medical thriller novel. The house smelled of cookies or something.

  “Brownies,” Bastian said.

  He must’ve seen me wrinkling my nose or heard me sniffing at the air. I rubbed at my eyes and he slid down to be at my level, gesturing for me to put my head on his chest.

  “You baked me brownies?” I asked.

  He chuckled. God, how I loved his chuckle. He seemed to laugh after most things I said. Either I was hysterical or he thought I was a dumbass.

  “No,” he said. “Amber and the gang had them sent over. Fresh baked though…by someone. She said you were one of the best customers they’ve had in a while and she even offered you a frequent washer card so you can save up and receive a big reward at the end.”

  I face palmed myself.

  “How embarrassing,” I said.

  “What is?” he asked.

  “I made a fool of myself at that car wash,” she said.

  He set his book down and kissed me softly. The kiss lingered for a few seconds. It was nice.

  “You let everyone see how perfect you are, how amazing you are,” he said. “Trust me. You DID NOT make a fool of yourself. I’ve heard stories and some women, and even men, couldn’t handle it. They either got too embarrassed or too eager. You were perfect.”

  “Do you think differently about me?” I asked. “I mean seeing me like that? I touched another man and kissed a woman.”

  “Do you feel differently about me?” he asked. “I asked you to do it.”

  The truth was, I was conflicted. Everything inside of me told me I should think differently of him. I should be upset that he would get off on such a thing and angry that he’d expect me to go along with it. Yet, I did go along with it. I’d wanted to. I’d gotten turned on by his desire to see me like that.

  “No,” I said.

  That was all I said. No explanation needed. None could be given. It seemed with him, none was expected.

  Later that evening, Bastian was back to reading his book when he got a message on his phone.

  “Shit, I forgot about that,” he said.

  “About what?”

  “There’s a Homeowner’s Association meeting tonight. I have to go to it.”

  “Aww, can’t you get out of it and stay here in bed watching TV with me?”

  “I wish I could but it’s one of the…”

  “…rules,” I finished for him. “Of course it is.”

  I laughed, not being sarcastic. I’d started to understand how it went around Erotic Mayberry. Certain rules kept things in order.

  “So let’s go,” I said.

  “You want to go with me?” he asked.

  “Of course.”

  “I don’t know,” he said. “You’ve had a rough day. You need to rest.”

  “Rough?” I said with a laugh. “THAT was NOT rough. Rough is standing on your feet all day greeting customers, rough is a holiday gift wrapper at a department store or an ice cream server in Arizona. THAT was NOT rough.”

  “Well,” he said. “Come on then. Get dressed. Put on something comfortable. Easy to bend over in.”

  “Seriously?” I said. “This isn’t going to be a normal meeting?”

  “Is anything in this place how you expect it to be?”

  The community hall was like any other. The building looked old fashioned even though I suspected it had been built in the past twenty years. Concrete steps led up to the front door which had two large, white, concrete columns on each side.

  A few strangers went in ahead of us, everyone dressed up elegantly. My dress looked like something I’d wear on a first date, all black with black heels. My hair was up in a bun.

  “I feel like I’m going to prom,” I said.

  “You look like you’re going to prom,” he said. “And that’s a compliment. You look…edible.”

  Inside, the meeting was about to start so we quickly took side by
side seats. The room was filled with long, cafeteria dining room looking tables. Everyone sat next to someone else as if waiting to be served a school lunch.

  Kendall led the discussion, banging her wooden gavel down on a podium.

  “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, owners and pets,” she said.

  Different greetings sounded off from around the room.

  “Let’s go ahead and get started. I know you guys have stuff to do. I’m sure Andrea has a roast in the oven or something,” she said while pointing at a woman I supposed was Andrea.

  Everyone laughed. Another joke I must’ve needed to be there at the last meeting to get. A glance around the room told me I wasn’t the only pet at the meeting. I saw Pasha over at the coffee machine when I went to get Bastian and me a drink. Bree was there somewhere too but the place was massive so I couldn’t see them from my seat. Other pets were noticeable from the necklaces they wore. Most looked as bored as I was.

  The meeting was as tedious as any other I’d been to in the past. Nothing great. People took turns at the microphone, talking about their different committees. Then something was said about pet grooming and how it was mandatory before the big annual Harvest Festival. Everyone seemed happy about the celebration.

  “Alright,” Kendall said as she retook the podium. “If nobody has any questions, I think we should bring the meeting to a close.”

  Yes, please. I have TV to watch.

  “Unzip ‘em if you got ‘em,” Kendall announced followed by hooting and hollering from all around.

  The pets cheered harder than the owners. It was clear they were ready to finally wrap this up and be on their way. As soon as the words left her mouth, owners all over the place began reaching under the table, either unzipping pants or hiking up dresses. Pets left their seats and went under the table.

  “Umm, what’s going on?” I whispered to Bastian.

  “It’s what they refer to as sealing the deal. It’s how we end meetings, well for the owners who bring pets. You’re supposed to go under the table and give me head.”

  I laughed, almost snorted.

  “Seriously?” I said.

  He nodded.

  Sometimes this place felt like a group of horny kids got together and thought up the most outrageous shit people could do in any given situation. Regardless, I dropped down under the table. To my left and my right, pets were doing the deed. To one side of me a woman held her man’s cock out and licked the side of it. To the other side all I could see was a dress over a man’s shoulders as he pleased his owner.

  So I joined in. I unzipped Bastian, pulled him out, and looked his cock right in the eye.

  “We’re in this together,” I whispered.

  Yes, I actually did whisper. The whole thing felt so silly that I had to turn it into a good time. I love to give head so the act itself didn’t bother me at all. Plus, nobody was even watching me. Each had his or her own task in front of them. So I went to work.

  Yes, I swallowed when I was done. I always swallow. It’s polite.”

  Chapter 8

  At some point during my story, I’d begun playing with Tension’s zipper. I didn’t even remember doing it, but as I looked up at him from my zoned out storytelling state, I realized I was unzipping him and zipping him, unzipping and zipping.

  “I’m sorry,” I said, pulling my hand back.

  “I wasn’t complaining,” he said.

  “You weren’t,” I agreed.

  I set my hand back down where it had been and tapped a finger at his zipper.

  “What do you think of me, hearing all this?” I asked him. “The class, the car wash, the meeting…you must think I’m nothing but a whore.”

  “Not at all,” he said. “You’re a passionate lover.”

  “You have no idea,” I said.

  This time his hand went to my thigh, his big hand reaching around to the inside of my leg where he teased awfully close to my pussy.

  I turned to him and our eyes locked. Tension really was a handsome man, a sullen and serious man, but every scar and line on his face was like a path that needed to be followed to somewhere in his past.

  What did I know about him so far? He had an ex. He had no kids. He was a detective and appeared to have some sort of drinking problem. It was his idea to visit me and poke and pry into my past. Suddenly I found myself on the fence, knowing I’d seduce him for sure, but wondering if I should allow that to cross into the relationship area.

  I needed to yank my heart out of this and get the upper hand again.

  “Take off your pants,” I told him.

  He laughed and shook his head.

  “That’s not necessary,” he said.

  “It is if you want to hear the rest of this story,” I said.

  His stare was intense and then he loosened up a bit, laughed, and ran his hand up high in between my legs, making sure his pinky finger nudged my clit.

  “I felt that,” I said.

  “I know you did,” he replied.

  “Do it again,” I said.

  He did.

  “Again,” I said.

  He did it again and I felt a churning in my stomach, a nervousness that I only felt when I knew I was about to fuck.

  “Take off your pants,” he said.

  Role reversal. Nice.

  I didn’t hesitate, and pulled my boxer shorts off, exposing my pussy, clean and smooth, only a racing stripe of hair. His eyes went there and stayed a while.

  “You don’t make me nervous,” I said.

  “I know I don’t.”

  “Touch me again.”

  His hand ran up my legs and nudged me again. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.

  “You talk,” he said, “I’ll listen…and play.”

  I lifted my head and looked at him, all joking aside, and said, “Yes, play.”

  Then I closed my eyes and leaned back, lifting one foot up onto the couch so he could have all the access he wanted. And I continued my story.

  “The night of the HOA meeting we came home and rested. It was nice. No pressure, just relaxation and talking. Tuesday morning was back to work for him and he was gone when I woke.

  I’d never realized I was such a heavy sleeper, so it was either complete exhaustion on my part (totally understandable considering the day’s events) or Bastian had a super-secret stealth mode he turned on each morning.

  I was nearly late to class that morning and ran in the door at the last possible second…again. Everyone was naked when I arrived. Marco sat on the sofa next to Lilly, his cock draped over his leg. Lilly was joking about the meeting the night before.

  “I’m not kidding,” she yelled.

  Pasha was laughing his ass off, tears streaming down his face, most of his naked body hidden beneath his desk top. Bree too was in hysterics, her small tits lying on the desk top as she doubled over in laughter.

  “So I’m under the table, ready to call the meeting to an end, preparing myself to go down on my owner here,” she said as she patted Marco’s knee. “And next to us, the pet to my left is struggling to keep his mouth on his owner’s pussy as she’s drunkenly sliding out of her chair. It was like he was trying to eat a meal on the run!”

  Marco pretended to take off his shirt and pants, gesturing for me to do it. He pointed at a book shelf on the wall where everyone had their clothes folded neatly. I turned my back to them and pulled my shirt and bra off. Then I pulled my pants and panties down. I quickly folded it all and put it on my spot on the shelf.

  When I turned around to take my seat, Pasha practically had to scoop his jaw off the floor. He couldn’t take his eyes off me. I’ve never had a man look at me the way Pasha did. You’d think he’d seen the sun for the first time and I felt awkward and self-conscious when I’ve never had a problem in my own skin.

  “So this poor guy was holding his owner’s dress up with one hand, keeping her lips open in his other hand, and lapping at her like a dog as he tried his hardest to give her pleasure. I was fi
ghting back laughter with my mouth around Marco’s cock when suddenly the old lady reached out, fumbling for something to hold to keep her from falling out of her chair, when she finds Marco’s dick. Marco’s dick! I know it’s huge but she grabbed it like it was a lifeline and the thing would save her from falling off the Titanic! Pulled the sucker right out of my mouth!”