Welcome to E. Mayberry

by Chris Genovese

  Bree ran to Pasha’s rescue, helping her classmate through his orgasm as she dropped to her knees and sucked his cock. He gripped her head and bucked his hips, fucking her face as she drained him dry. She swallowed every drop.

  When I was done, the guy who’d helped me went back to his normal partner and Bree went back to hers. Pasha collapsed on the floor next to me and cradled me in his arms.

  “What a life,” he said.

  “Tell me about it,” I agreed.

  That was my first playdate in the park. Later that evening, we all enjoyed movies in the park. Not sexual. Nothing like that. The ceiling of the park was turned into a movie screen. We all lay back, fully dressed, on blankets, watching a horror movie followed by a romantic comedy. It was wonderful. Pasha lay on the ground with Suzanne resting on his chest. I lay the same way against Bastian. A few couples ended up having sex during the movie, of course, but we didn’t. We relaxed and enjoyed the movies like any normal couple would on a date.

  This was the first time I felt happy and I realized Bastian had been right. I’d felt sad and depressed my whole life because I’d been trying to conform to what I thought was a normal way of living. In Erotic Mayberry, I no longer needed to be what the world wanted me to be.

  The problem with suddenly finding happiness is sometimes you can’t get enough. That was the case with my newfound freedom. When Bastian and I were alone together, everything was perfect. We ate together, watched TV together, I read while he studied, and we made love every chance we could. We even started leaving our TV on so others could watch. I don’t know the rankings but I know our viewer number was always high. It took everything in my power not to look at the camera with my old porn star glances.

  The buzz about the upcoming Harvest Festival was high. I’d begun hanging out at the pool a lot, mostly watching unless owners invited me to play, then it was fair game. I’d become a fan of playing chicken. In that game, whether I won or lost, I always earned a prize of some sort. The best thing about being part of the gang was being privy to all the neighborhood gossip. Most of the Harvest Festival talk had to do with what everyone was going to cook. Talk of the pie eating contest came up quite a bit but whenever I’d ask questions, I’d only be told, “You’ll see.”

  I was promised there’d be plenty of games and contests and food and fun stuff to do. Of course there’d be the big winner, the pet who would earn his or her freedom. I looked forward to that part. Nobody mentioned it but Bastian had told me about Suzanne winning her ownership. I wondered how I’d feel if I were chosen. Would I be happy becoming an owner, living alone, searching for a pet of my own? Or would I be sad to leave Bastian? I mean I could still be with him. The owners could fuck each other whenever they wanted and seemed to have free reign over the pets as well. What could be better than that? I could fuck whoever I wanted whenever I wanted and none of it would be by force. The pets were all fine with it. But I knew I’d be sad to leave Bastian. Whenever my thoughts turned to the negative, I did my best to swerve back onto the right path. I thought of all the good things happening in the neighborhood, and man, were there some good things happening.

  If asked about my favorite Erotic Mayberry memory, it would be a tossup for sure. That first dinner was incredible, my first trip to the car wash was insane, and of course my first time with Pasha at the playdate was amazing. Every experience in E. Mayberry seemed to top the last. My first trip to the dentist was fucking wild. I don’t know how her assistant was checking for cavities way the fuck down there but when he was done I wanted him to check again. Just in case.

  Even with all those unbelievable experiences, I do have a favorite memory. My birthday party. Apparently hitting round numbers was a big deal to community members so when I turned thirty, you’d think I was having my sweet sixteen. I wasn’t allowed to go to the community center during the week leading up to it. It was all a big surprise.

  My birthday fell on a Thursday and since many of the owners worked outside the neighborhood (most were retired, worked in the community somewhere, or ran computer-based businesses) we needed to wait until the evening to have the party. Bastian told me to wait downstairs on the couch and that he was going out to see if they were ready for me. There was no knock on the door and the doors in E. Mayberry have no locks. Easy access is important since many community members will visit others unexpectedly for late night rendezvous.

  There I sat, in a hot pink bikini because Bastian told me it was important to be ready to get wet. Turns out I didn’t need the bikini at all since the group of women that came bursting through my front door ran to me and immediately took off my top and pulled my bottom down.

  “You need to be naked,” Jackie informed me.

  “Like the day you were born,” Kendall said.

  I’d never seen Kendall get involved in the daily shenanigans so my birthday seemed like quite a big deal. I guess in a place where many of the neighbors were older than thirty, that only allowed them big parties at forty, fifty, and sixty before people got too old to give a shit about a big party.

  Naked and finally ready, this group of eight women whisked me away, barefoot and all, to the community center.

  “Huh, where did everyone go?” a girl I’d never met before said with way too much drama on her super happy face.

  “I guess they all went home,” Kendall shouted.

  I’m sure I rolled my eyes somewhere in that dark entryway as Kendall opened the door and led me in. A spotlight hit us and a disco ball turned on overhead, both at the same time, while the crowd hidden behind the glare yelled, “Surprise!” They were all fully clothed.

  Bastian stepped out of the fray and wrapped me up in a gigantic hug. The spotlight hit us and he dropped to a knee. I gasped, thinking he was about to pop the question before remembering marriage wasn’t a custom welcome in E. Mayberry.

  “Sunshine,” he said, “I was a lost man before I met you. I mean that and I think you know that. When I found you, I found myself, and when you agreed to come into my world, into my life, you gave me a fresh new start, something to look forward to, someone to come home to, and I know now that I can’t do it without you. Happy birthday, baby.”

  He stood and I threw my arms around him. My lips couldn’t find his fast enough. He was my man and I was truly happy with him. Everyone around us cheered. Then the drinks flowed and the games began. A DJ at the corner of the room played a mixture of modern popular songs, eighties hits, and disco jams. Huge pitchers of sangria decked with diced apples and grapes got the party going quickly. I’d never been a wine drinker but that shit was delicious.

  At one point when I was already half drunk, I took the DJs microphone and said, “Am I the only one getting naked at this party?!”

  The crowd went wild again and this time when I say wild I mean they immediately took their clothes off and tossed them to the side. Not a single person at the party had clothes on. You should have seen the dance floor at the center of the room. Naked people grinding against each other is a sight to behold.

  Bastian spent most of his time behind me, rubbing his cock against my ass. Suzanne and Pasha danced seductively to whatever song played. They had a way of making even the cheesiest song seem erotic.

  I thought I was going to spray sangria out my nose when the Electric Slide song played and everyone ran to the dance floor. That song is a hit no matter the crowd and this one was no different. Bastian dragged me out to join them. There on the dance floor, with cocks jiggling behind me, tits flapping around in front of and to the right of me, and Bastian’s toned body flexing to the left of me, I laughed my fucking ass off and had the time of my life. You haven’t really lived until you’ve danced a naked electric slide.

  When the song was over and the crowd parted, Kendall and her pet, a big country boy with spiked blond hair named Randy, walked into the middle of the room. Kendall had Mardi Gras beads around her neck, a lot of them, and Randy had a tray with little blue pills. Kendall snatched up the microphone and announce
d, “The party favors are here and you know what that means!”

  Everyone cheered. Men went for the pills and those who didn’t had women racing to get it for them. Kendall happily placed beads around each woman’s neck.

  “Bottoms up!” Bastian yelled from behind me.

  All the men tossed their pills back and took a drink.

  “Now the games will really begin,” Kendall said. “Vivi, which one are we playing first?”

  Vivi walked out in front of us all, naked as could be, her golden beads accentuating her supple tits. She held a fish bowl in her hand filled with pieces of folded up red paper.

  “Ok, everyone wanting to take part in the piñata game,” Vivi said, “please take a number. Birthday girl, you don’t count because guess what, you’re the piñata.”

  Everyone cheered. I didn’t. I was buzzing but not loose enough to abandon all concern. My palms began to sweat and I hugged Bastian close.

  “What does that mean?” I asked.

  “Don’t worry, you’re gonna love it,” he assured me. “Every girl in here wishes she could be the piñata but it’s reserved for birthday girls. At our last party, a guy and a girl had their birthday on the same day. That was crazy. You’re lucky enough to get it all to yourself.”

  Lucky me. What the fuck does that mean?

  “Will our piñata please finish her drink quickly and come join me at the center of the room?”

  I downed my half-full cup of sangria and then reached for Bastian’s which was completely full and swigged it too. I needed it. I had no idea what was about to go down. Bastian and Emery worked together to toss a rope up over a hook in the ceiling. With each failed attempt the others in the party laughed at them.

  “Emery’s having a hard time getting it up!” a man yelled.

  “Bastian can’t seem to find the spot!” a woman yelled. “Imagine that!”

  Finally, the rope wrapped around the hook and they pulled the other end down. Bastian had the honor of tying the rope around my wrists.

  “You’re going to hang me?” I asked. “Like a fucking piñata?”

  He laughed.

  “Not quite,” he said. “This will only keep your hands above your head so you can’t cheat.”

  “I don’t like this,” I said.

  “Do you trust me?” he asked.

  I nodded.

  “Then relax,” he said. “Enjoy this while you have the chance because you won’t again until you’re forty.”

  “That’s okay,” I said. “I can wait till then. I’m patient.”

  I was so fucking nervous.

  Vivi handed him a black blindfold. He tied it around my eyes and the world went dark. Naked and only able to hear and feel, I stood vulnerable with my hands tied above my head. Concentrating on the voices around me, I heard random compliments about me.

  “She’s so beautiful,” a man said.

  “Do you want me to set up a playdate with that one?” a woman said.

  “Look at her tits, they’re perfect,” another woman said.

  “Okay, take a look at the numbers you drew,” Vivi’s voice cut through the air. “Now, not that most of you need to be reminded of the rules but since some of you are new here or at least new since our last birthday bash, I should explain how we do this. When your number is called, you’ll go into the toy closet and grab whatever you want. One item. With that, you get one full minute to try and make the piñata pop with that one toy. No hands, no mouths, no dicks! Only your toy. If she comes, you win.”

  “Holy shit,” someone said. “Now this is a game.”

  Holy shit. This is a game and I’m the main attraction.

  I was no longer nervous but suddenly eager. I couldn’t wait to see what my neighbors could do with a full minute each.

  “By the time we’re done with this one,” Vivi said, “those blue pills should have kicked in and our boys will all be ready for the next game.”

  The men laughed and the women clapped and cheered.

  “So whoever has number one, go ahead and go choose your toy,” Vivi said.

  A woman excitedly yelled, “That would be me!”

  I heard her walk away and it was obvious when she returned.

  “I know this isn’t gonna pop the piñata,” the woman said, “But it’s my favorite toy so it should be a good one to get us started.”

  Cold air rushed over my body and the nerves came back. What could she have in her hand and what was she planning to do with it?

  I knew as soon as I felt the soft confetti like straps dangle over my nipples that she’d chosen a flogger. She tickled the front of my body with it, circling my tits before running it over my shoulders and down my back. It didn’t get me horny at all but instead tickled. I fought back the urge to laugh as I didn’t think that would be appreciated.

  Then she slapped my ass with it and it stung slightly, not enough to bother me but enough to finally turn me on.

  “Mmm,” someone nearby said, “Nice.”

  That turned me on more than the lash from the flogger. She hit me again and I bit my lip, relaxing and enjoying it.

  “You like that?” she asked.

  “Yes,” I admitted. “Hit me again.”

  So she did.

  “Ten…nine…” the crowd began to chant.

  When the countdown finished, Vivi called out for number two to go choose a toy. This one was a guy and when he came out the crowd was a mixture of gasps and laughter.

  “Oh you went for the big guns,” Vivi said. “She’s either gonna love you or hate you after this.”

  His footsteps approached and when he bent over to whisper in my ear, his French Canadian accent gave him away. It was Emery.

  “This might not make you come,” he said, “But it should get you horny as hell. If it does, come find me later tonight. I’m Emery.”

  “I know,” I said.

  He attached the first clamp to my left nipple and it hurt like hell. The sangria was really kicking in and I’ve always been one to enjoy slight pain with my sex when I’ve been drinking, so my pussy woke up as soon as my tit was pinched. Then he attached the clamp to my right nipple.

  “Pick up the pace, playboy!” a man yelled. “Half your time is up already.”

  “I don’t need a lot of time,” he said.

  What I thought was plain ol’ nipple clamps weren’t that at all and the jolt from the electrified clamps made me jerk on the rope and my legs wobbled.

  “Oh fuck,” I said. “That…that…”

  He shocked me again and I nearly collapsed. He caught me with his hand wrapped around my waist, his fingers at the soft spot between my stomach and my clit, and his hard cock at the back of my thigh.

  “Fucking cheater!” a man yelled.

  “She fell!” Emery said. “I was saving her.”

  “Get your dick off her leg!” a woman yelled. “That’s not fair.”

  He laughed and helped me stand up. The countdown from the partygoers let me know his time was up and I was grateful because if he shocked me again, I thought I would be close to coming. I’d never tried the electric clamps before and something about them drove me crazy. I decided Bastian would need to pick some up from the store. I had to try that again.

  As Emery helped me stand, I whispered in his ear, “That was fucking incredible.”

  Numbers continued to be called out and people tried everything from whips to dildos to pussy eating machines or whatever you call them. Anything and everything. I believe someone even used a wire whisk. In the end, it was a simple vibrator that flipped my switch. I’d just been fucked with a third dildo, this one heated up glass, when a woman approached with her toy already buzzing.

  She wasted no time, inserting the large end into my pussy and the small vibrating nub against my clit. When she turned it on, I felt fireworks light up my insides and everyone in the place knew it.

  “She’s there!” a woman yelled.

  “This piñata’s about to pop!” a man yelled.

/>   “Bastian,” Vivi said, “Come get ready to get your candy. But don’t touch her till she says when.”

  Out of embarrassment, I tried to contain it. As much as I wanted to come, I felt foolish coming for a live studio audience, but what I wanted didn’t matter as the heat building up inside my body threatened to shoot out my eyes, my ears, and my nose. My mouth opened and nothing came out. The scream that wanted to was too much to fit through my lips in one wail. So it stayed there suspended in my throat while pressure built up in my chest and stomach and then…then…then…

  “Ahhhhhhhhhh!” I finally screamed. “Yes!”

  The woman with the vibrator pulled the long end out but kept it against my clit as Bastian’s mouth found its way home. He spread my pussy wide with his hands and tongued me like a starving man getting his first meal. I lifted one leg and put it over his shoulder, then lifted the other, hanging from the rope at my wrists and shoving my pussy into his face. I squirted that night, dousing his mouth and chin with my juices and he lapped it up, drank from me, sucked me dry.