Welcome to E. Mayberry

by Chris Genovese

  I’d been trying to make small talk with some woman I’d never met before when Bree arrived. Seeing her was something familiar and her positive glow told me everything would be fine. She would get the party going. She was a huge party in a tiny package. She definitely didn’t disappoint. Marco took a seat next to Suzanne and Bree leapt over the soft cushion seats. Her foot caught the edge and she tumbled to the floor. She wouldn’t let that deter her from looking sexy so she stood in a pose usually reserved for an Olympic athlete who’d just stuck a perfect landing after flipping off the pommel horse.

  “Tada!” she announced.

  Everyone clapped, including me. Bastian cupped a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter and I couldn’t help thinking how fucking hot he looked watching me from afar. I felt like a teenager with a crush on the popular boy at school. He was over there and I was over here. What would it take to impress the cool kid?

  “Sunshine!” Bree yelled as she wrapped me up in a hug and planted a wet kiss on my lips.

  “Bree, so good to see you,” I said, and I meant it.

  Anyone not happy to see Bree couldn’t be human. Pasha finally stood and made his way over to us. Maybe he’d been worried because of our last conversation and the way I’d run out of his house crying. He probably thought I wanted nothing to do with him and figured Bree’s infectious attitude would be a great icebreaker. He was right. Only I did want to talk to him. I did want to see him. Bree hugged him and then I did the same.

  “How are you feeling?” he whispered into my ear. “I heard about the escape attempt.”

  “Escape attempt?” I said. “No, I was only going for a walk and the guard zapped the shit out of me. Who knew we couldn’t walk outside the gate?”

  Pasha looked at me and smiled. He knew I was lying.

  “I don’t want to talk about that,” I said. “Come sit with me on the swings.”

  I took his hand and led him away. When I looked over my shoulder at Bastian, he smiled and nodded his head at me as if to say “good girl.” He was reassuring me that everything was fine.

  Pasha sat on the swing next to me. Naked as the day he was born, he dragged his toes against the rubber floor, using his big toe to propel himself forward. His cock wasn’t hard this time and I thought how small dicks sometimes look when they’re not erect. Like finger puppets having a bad day, hunched over in a frowny gloom. I wanted so badly to pat it on the head and whisper, “Cheer up little fella.”

  I’d read once that there are two types of dicks: showers and growers. Showers are cocks that look big and thick even when limp. Usually these don’t get much bigger when hard. Growers are the opposite and can look quite small when limp but when the blood gets flowing they can grow a little or they can grow substantially. Bastian was somewhere in the middle. Pasha was definitely a grower because when his dick got hard, it was the perfect size.

  The normalcy of being naked around others was growing on me. I wondered if people in nudist colonies got aroused seeing members of the opposite sex after seeing them naked all day long. And would it be embarrassing if they were passing each other in the supermarket and the man got a hard on? As I looked around at all the pets pulling their clothes off and dropping them to the floor, I realized how close Erotic Mayberry was to becoming a nudist colony.

  It dawned on me that I was still fully dressed and nobody else was. Even Bastian had pulled his shirt off and had stripped down to a pair of boxers. Nancy, the older woman with the killer body sat next to him, naked except for a pair of panties. As usual, her long hair covered her tits perfectly, denying me a peek at what had to be fake ones.

  “This is weird, right?” Pasha asked.

  “I’m in the middle of trying to figure that out,” I said.

  “You know, I tried to escape once too,” he said, “And I got zapped like you did. Suzanne was sad. She cried. She couldn’t believe I wanted to leave her. She felt betrayed and I realized this place wasn’t so bad. That was until I saw you and how miserable you looked in class. Like you wanted nothing more but to get out of here.”

  “I did,” I admitted, “But I’ve changed my mind. Bastian loves me and I love him. We’ve agreed to give this place a try.”

  He looked down at his lap and swung and dragged his feet against the floor, slowing himself down.

  “I guess asking you to run away with me was stupid,” he said. “We wouldn’t have made it far.”

  “Oh we could’ve planned a great escape, like a prison break,” I assured him.

  We both laughed.

  “But who the hell wants to leave this place?” I asked. “The food is great, the company is great, the sex is…great.”

  “I guess you’re right. It’s been much brighter since you arrived.”

  I wanted to kiss him. I looked over at Bastian who was looking down at Nancy’s hand making its way to the small hole at the front of his boxers. He was busy.

  “Seeing you that…” Pasha started to say before I interrupted him.

  I swung my swing toward his, grabbed his chain to hold me steady, and kissed him. Our mouths fit together perfectly and he held my chain to keep me steady.

  “I’d like to give you a try,” I said.

  He looked at me with hope in his eyes.

  “You sure about that?” he said. “Here? In front of all these people?”

  “If I’m going to go through with this,” I said. “I want it to be with you. I might chicken out with anyone else. I know you’ll take care of me.”

  The sound of someone moaning caught my attention and I looked over to see Bree already going at it. She lay back on the slide, the cool metal against her back, and clung to the bars at the top of it while her legs were spread open over the edges. Rodge, the man I’d seen with his owner, Jamie, at the pool, had his mouth buried in her snatch.

  “Looks nice,” Pasha said.

  I stood and pulled my dress off, letting it fall to the floor. Then I removed my panties and dropped them down next to it. I looked back at Bastian who was watching me. I gave him a nod and he smiled. He pulled his boxers off and his cock dangled against his leg. He stroked Nancy’s hair and pulled her face down to his lap where she immediately caught on, grabbed his cock in her hand, and took him in her mouth. His eyes closed and his head fell back.

  It was time to join him in pleasure. I dropped to my knees and already Pasha had grown to half his full hard-on size.

  “I’ve been waiting for this,” he said.

  “Me too,” I said.

  His cock was so appealing and as I held it up, I admired it and fantasized about the thickness at the middle scraping the walls of my pussy. I knew from our classroom encounter that when his head entered me, he’d have to push a little to get the full swollen tip to pass through my lips and find my wetness.

  The thought of it made me wet. With one hand holding his cock up against his belly, my other hand found my clit and slid lower, dabbing in the wet pool forming between my lips. Touching it seemed to let it loose and I felt my juices run down my inner thigh.

  “Go Bree!” someone yelled.

  I didn’t look to see who’d shouted my friend’s name. I didn’t care. My concentration was on Pasha. My fingers walked up where I rubbed at the tender spot beneath his head as I stuck my tongue out and tagged his balls with it. He looked down at me and I smiled at him playfully. He grinned and winked.

  I was tempted to look back at Bastian again but I’d already begun and nothing was going to stop me. He was there getting his blowjob and I was here giving mine. If he wanted to get off while watching me get off, fine by me.

  One of Pasha’s balls fit nicely in my mouth and I sucked on it the way I might enjoy a hard candy. When I pursed my lips against it, a sharp ache hit him and he nearly fell off the swing. I grabbed his thigh to steady him and then moved on to the other testicle, giving it the same pleasure. His cock was full in my hand, hard in my grip, but I refused to give it the attention it deserved. Not yet. Instead, I continued to tease that
soft spot where the vein touches the helmet. I knew from experience that soon he’d feel like the top of his cock was on fire. My fingernail ran up the vein and he trembled on the swing. My lips squished his ball again and he bucked against my face, the chains at his fists rattling.

  “You like that?” I asked.

  “Fuck…I’ve never felt anything like that,” he said.

  “Just wait,” I told him. “And don’t let go of the chains.”

  With that, I tucked his balls beneath his ass, so they’d be squished against the black rubber swing seat, and then I pulled his knees closed. His cock sunk down a little, the base buried in his thighs, but I knew his balls were feeling an immense pressure there under his seat. He was basically sitting on them.

  “That hurts,” he said.

  “Good,” I replied. “I’m not like the other pets in this place. Not like the owners. You’ll remember me. I promise.”

  I reached up, took his nipples in both my hands, and pinched them hard as I lowered my mouth over his cock, sucking hard enough to pull the pre-cum from the tip. It was salty but I sucked it clean and pinched his nipples harder.

  “Fuck,” he hissed.

  I raised and lowered my mouth on him, swishing my tongue back and forth against the underside of his cock. With each rise I pursed my lips against his head, intensifying that burn I’d worked on with my finger. His head had been prepped for the best orgasm of his life, but it wasn’t time yet. My fist pumped his cock in time with my lips and he collapsed, holding himself up by his hands on the chains but barely. He was ready to fall off the swing.

  “Don’t come,” I told him. “Not yet.”

  “I don’t know if I can hold it,” he said. “I usually can but with you…fuck…”

  I laughed. I loved it. He couldn’t hold back from me. Right then, in my head, and maybe it was the wrong thought to have, I knew I’d have a relationship with both Pasha and Bastian. Bastian was my owner but any chance I had to play with another pet, I’d be all over Pasha. And I knew he felt the same way.

  Temptation proved to be too much and I finally looked back at Bastian who was lying back on the seat, Nancy sitting on his cock, riding him right there in front of everyone in reverse cowgirl position. She waved at me like an old school friend letting me know she’d saved me a seat at the lunch table. Hovering over Bastian’s mouth, about to sit on his face was some other owner I’d never seen. Seeing him like that turned me on. I wasn’t mad at all. I was aroused.

  I turned back to Pasha and yanked his legs open, releasing the tension on his balls, and lowered my mouth over him again. More pre-cum dribbled from his head and I sucked it off eagerly, wanting more from him but knowing if he came I might not get a chance to fuck him right away.

  I sped up, sucking his cock like I might never get the chance again. The moaning and sighs and cries and the sounds of skin slapping skin was such a fucking turn on. I looked right and saw Bree still holding onto the slide but turned around, her tits against the metal slide while Rodge fucked her from behind.

  Behind them on the bench, Jamie rode Emery, my neighbor. She looked as stunning as ever. Her “fuck face” was the sexiest one I’d ever seen. Suzanne approached her from behind, totally naked, her beautiful body looking stunning next to the younger woman’s. She reached around and grabbed Jamie’s tits, pulling her back to kiss her.

  Every scene around me was so fucking erotic.

  A woman in the distance held onto the monkey bars with her legs wrapped around another man’s face. He ate her out while she hung on for dear life, sitting on his face, screaming as his tongue lashed at her. She had no fucking shame. She was yelling like someone was trying to kill her.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. I’d held on long enough. I grabbed the chains, right above Pasha’s hands, and lifted myself up. He let go of one of the chains and grabbed my waist, welcoming me onto him gently.

  The head of his cock bumped my inner thigh first, but I pulled up on the chains and moved over slightly. With his free hand he lined his cock up right and found my wet spot. He entered me and the feel of his head pushing through made me want to scream.

  “Hoo, haaa,” I breathed deep as I prepared to take him in.

  Then I lowered myself and felt him inch into me.

  “Ohh yes,” I said. “Oh…God.”

  When his cock reached my wetness, I suddenly plunged down onto him. His head and that thick spot at the center of his cock squeezed in, scraping my vaginal walls, and the whole thing buried so deep inside me I felt an ache in my gut. I held still for a moment, feeling my wetness froth at the base of his cock, mixing with his pre-cum and anything else he might’ve let out as I lowered onto him.

  “I can’t move,” I whispered into his ear. “I don’t want to. I like it here.”

  “Then stay here with me,” he said.

  His hand stroked my ear and his forehead rested on my shoulder. Even in a room full of people all fucking and vying for each other’s attention, I found a sentimental moment with Pasha. The room grew silent. As if we were under a spotlight of our own, everything on the outside ceased to exist. He was mine and I was his. Fuck what everyone else thought.

  I was the first one to move, pulling up on the chains to raise my pussy, then sliding back down on top of him. I did it again and this time he lifted his ass up as I lowered, meeting me halfway and fucking me deep.

  “I think I’m falling in love with you,” he said into my ear. “I know it’s so soon and it makes no sense, but I feel something different for you.”

  I couldn’t say it back. I didn’t love him. Not yet. It was too soon. But I craved him. I wanted him. So I lifted and slammed my pussy down, punishing him for his ability to fall for me so quickly. I lifted and slammed down again, and as his cock buried deep inside and scraped the upper wall of my pussy at the same time, I realized I might be the one getting punished.

  “Fuck me, Pasha. Please…fuck me,” I begged.

  Then I didn’t have to do any work. I held on as he lifted and drove into me again and again and again. I tried to wrap my legs around his ass but our position on the swings made it impossible.

  Finally he couldn’t hold it anymore and I knew he was going to burst.

  “I want you to come inside me,” I told him.

  He pulled back and looked me in the eyes.

  “I can’t,” he said. “It’s against the rules.”

  “It is?”

  I’d forgotten about that.

  I really need to read through that fucking rule book. Come on.

  “Only owners and pet couples are allowed to have a man come inside,” he said.

  “Fuck the rules,” I said. “I won’t tell anyone. Just come inside me.”

  “Are you sure?”

  I reached down and squeezed his balls, shoving my hips forward, grinding against his cock, making his trimmed pubic hair scrape my clit. I fucking loved it and I buried my face in his shoulder, biting down as I fucked him with every ounce of energy I had.

  “I’m gonna come,” he said.

  “Come,” I told him.

  “I’m gonna come.”

  “Come, baby,” I told him.

  And before he did, I came. The thought of him shooting his hot cum into me got me going.

  “Oh shit!” I yelled. “I’m coming!”

  “Go Sunshine!” someone yelled.

  “Yeah, go Sunshine!”

  The world was watching us. I looked over my shoulder as I came, my face flushed as I watched Bastian adjust Nancy on his cock so he could see me riding Pasha. I knew then he couldn’t come inside me. If he did, someone would see it. What that would mean, I had no idea. Would he get zapped like I did when I tried to leave?

  “Don’t come inside,” I whispered to him. “Everyone’s looking.”

  “Oh shit, get off me then,” he said.

  I didn’t want to get off. I was still coming.

  “Hurry, get off,” Pasha said.

  I pulled up on the chain a
nd lifted myself off his cock. As soon as my feet hit the floor, I fell back onto the rubber floor and fingered myself, refusing to let go of the amazing orgasm rocking through my body. My legs shook and my body quivered.

  “Somebody help her!” a female voice yelled.

  Before I could refuse, some other man fell to his knees and put his mouth to my clit and two fingers in my pussy. He worked my inside and my outside at the same time as my back arched and my pussy poured every bit of fluid it contained.