Welcome to E. Mayberry
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When my wrists were let loose, I collapsed in his arms where I stayed there for a moment listening to the cheers and chants of my name, “Sun…shine, sun…shine, sun…shine!”
That wasn’t the end of the games. Bastian took me to the bathroom to help me wash up and I climbed him like a tree, needing to feel his cock inside me. I’d been teased nonstop for nearly an hour and had come like never before, but I needed cock. I needed to be filled inside. So I did. I took him right there in the bathroom where he turned me around and fucked me against the counter.
After washing myself the best I could in the sink, we returned to the party.
Kendall herself had volunteered to be the “tail” in pin the tail on the donkey. Only they’d changed the name to Pin the Tail in Mayberry. Our community leader was naked and had the greatest real tits I’d ever seen. She was bent over and holding onto the DJ booth. Behind her, a line of men were all rock hard, courtesy of the little blue pills, and were lubing themselves up.
The game was fucking hilarious.
As each man reached the front of the line, he was blindfolded, had his hands cuffed behind his back, and then was spun around and finally let loose. Dizzy, drunk, and blind, each man marched forward, trying to find the pussy in one poke. Poor Kendall got fucked in the left butt cheek, the right butt cheek, the thigh, and the waist.
One guy even bumped into the wall. Kendall tried to stop him but he was too fast and ran right into that sucker. He howled like he was going to fucking die. Every man in the place winced.
Finally, one guy hit home, sliding his large, lubed up cock right into her warm and waiting pussy. This time she winced but then she was shoving back onto him, fucking him right there on the spot. Vivi was there to pull the man away.
“Boss lady!” she said, “Don’t get carried away. We don’t have a winner yet. Thomas did it in thirty-five seconds but whoever gets there the fastest will be yours for the night.”
Turned out a guy named Harrison, a big ex-biker looking dude was able to do it in fifteen seconds. He walked in a straight line and shoved his cock right into her. Even she was surprised at how quickly it happened. “Woop!” she yelled as he shocked her with his sudden entry.
When the game was over, neither of them moved. There, against the table where the game had taken place, Kendall and Harrison both enjoyed their prize while the crowd cheered them on. Harrison squeezed her hips and drove into her, shaking her big tits with each thrust. Turned out she was a bit of a tiger and only let him have control for a few minutes before she pulled his ass into that Cave of Wonders room and strapped him up to the cross. A few people went in to join them.
It’s the last game of the night that really sticks with me to this day. As if being tied up and teased isn’t enough to make the night memorable, whoever planned the final game was a genius.
“Now for musical chairs!” Vivi announced into the microphone.
As soon as she spoke the words, pets began pulling chairs from tables and setting them up in two lines, back to back, about ten chairs all together. Vivi clapped her hands together and the pets disappeared back into the crowd.
“Gentlemen?” Vivi said. “Any volunteers?”
Emery and Rodge sat down next to each other followed by several other men.
“Why aren’t you getting involved?” I asked Bastian.
“Should I?” he said.
“Yes,” I said. “It’s my birthday. I want to play and I’d feel wrong playing without you in there.”
Pasha sat down followed by two other men. With only two seats left, Bastian smiled at me and then took a seat. The other seat was filled by Randy, Kendall’s country boy pet, glad to join us since his owner was busy in the cave.
“Hands behind your chairs,” Vivi ordered. “No helping the ladies. You’re there as the seats and that’s all.”
So there they sat, ten handsome men, well most of them handsome, with their hands behind their backs, cocks as hard as their skin would allow. Imagine it, a circle of hard cocks standing up like candles on a birthday cake. Thinking about it gets me wet again. One of the guys who I’d never met, made his cock dance along to the music playing faintly in the background. He twitched the muscle along to the beat and everyone laughed.
“Looks like Trevor’s ready to go!” Jackie yelled from behind me.
“Now we need ten female volunteers,” Vivi said. “Our eleventh player will be the birthday girl of course.”
I’ve never seen women move so quickly. It was like the doors at Walmart opening on Black Friday. They nearly trampled each other as they raced to be a part of this game. I knew if I weren’t the birthday girl, already guaranteed a spot, I would’ve been right there with them.
When we were finally ready to begin, we had ten chairs and eleven women eager to sit on those chairs.
“I highly doubt this needs any explaining,” Vivi said followed by a giggle. “You ladies will dance around the men and when the music stops, you will sit in your chair. Take him deep. You have to be fully seated for it to count. That’s why we don’t let Marco play this game. Someone could get hurt.”
Everyone laughed. Marco raised his hands above his head, clasped together, like the victor in a gladiator match.
“If I could get some volunteers to lube up our players please,” Vivi said. “How about some of the people who didn’t get up here fast enough to play?”
Women stepped out of the crowd and shared a bottle of lube, filling their hands with the slippery substance. Each walked over to one of the men and stroked him, smearing lube all over his cock. It was obvious some were bitter about not getting to play and were using the time to show the men what they’d be missing out on, vigorously coating the cocks with their lubed up fists.
Likewise, men in the audience passed a bottle of lube around and approached the eleven of us women. The man who approached me was the good looking bald dude from the pool. He held his open hand out so I could see that it was slathered in lube.
“Do you mind?” he asked.
I didn’t mind. I was so fucking horny after all I’d witnessed and endured that night.
“Not at all,” I said. “Lube me up good.”
I winked at him and he smiled.
“Happy birthday,” he said as he slid his hand between my legs and scooped upward, sliding two of his greasy fingers into my pussy and using his thumb to smear the substance around my clit and between my lips. I sighed into his shoulder and would’ve been content to let him keep lubing me up for a while. As he pulled out his fingers he pressed his palm flat against my pussy and slid it away, drenching me in lube. I was definitely ready.
The piñata game and even fucking Bastian in the bathroom had only warmed me up for this event. I still wasn’t satisfied. I needed the night to go out with a bang. After all, I was thirty fucking years old.
The music started, Push It by Salt-N-Peppa. It was the perfect song to start the game. We moved in a circle, each woman being careful to keep a man within quick reach. Some of them took the dancing seriously. One even stopped over a man and twerked her ass, shaking it above his cock, no doubt rubbing his head with her pussy. The look on his face said he loved the attention. The music went on until right after she passed him.
The music stopped and I turned to the man on my left, straddled him, and sat on his cock without even a moment’s hesitation. It was a frantic mad dash, no time to contemplate what I was doing. I didn’t want to lose.
Everyone cheered. The man inside me rolled his hips, thrusting his cock into me deeper.
“God your pussy is tight,” said a familiar voice in my ear.
I was sitting on Emery.
“Yeah?” I asked as I rose up and shoved down hard on his cock.
To my right and on the other side of the chairs, I saw the trashy girl from the pool sitting on Bastian, and she was riding him right there in the chair.
“Mmm hmm,” she said, egging him on as she took his cock in again and again.
I did the
same to Emery who had his eyes closed, savoring it, and I knew I’d fuck him again sometime in the future. He was too tempting not to. I looked all around me and every single couple in the game was fucking.
The music turned on again and I almost yelled at the DJ to turn it off for a second. This time he played I’m Too Sexy by Right Said Fred. I reluctantly pulled off of Emery and moved again. I hadn’t noticed which girl had lost the last round. The alcohol had my head spinning and sitting on Emery’s cock had snatched away what little attention remained. Now, as I navigated the circle, I noticed the girl who’d been busy twerking had missed her chance at a chair. She now watched from the sidelines.
“Go Sunshine!” she yelled.
I danced around the circle wondering which guy would be next. The music stopped and I found the country boy who’d passed out the blue pills. Out of excitement I jumped into the air where he caught my hips and held me in his strong arms as he sat me carefully on his cock. I took him all the way in like the rules stated, but then I was all over him, scratching the back of his head as I fucked him. His cock felt different from Emery’s. It was fatter, wider. Not as long but much rounder. He started to say something when I stuck my right tit in his mouth.
The music started and I wanted to kill the DJ. What the fuck was he trying to do to me? How was I going to get off if I had to keep…getting off. When I stood up I saw the country boy led out of the game.
Wiggle by Jason Derulo played and each woman in line wiggled her ass. Nine women now marched around eight men.
“You know what to do with that big fat butt…wiggle wiggle wiggle,” everyone sang.
When the music stopped I found Bastian, but with him, I turned around backward and sat on him reverse cowgirl. I reached around and grabbed the back of his head with my left hand, leaned back against his chest, and played with my clit with my right hand. The crowd went wild as I fucked my man while they had front row seats. I was gone, buzzing so fucking good, and I didn’t care about the game. Bastian was hitting me right where I needed him to and I only wanted to fuck.
The music stopped and I pouted as I kissed him goodbye. I stood and moved around. Bree was led out of the game along with Emery. Eight girls, seven men. I fucked Pasha and Rodge and some dude named Peter and another named Frankie. I didn’t win the game but I did come again. Frankie did it. That was my favorite round. I was one of only a few girls and when the music stopped I grabbed his cock and carefully sat on it. He had one of those cocks that curves upward and I was slightly afraid I’d hurt his already bent dick.
I knew as soon as I took the plunge that I was in for a treat. He immediately nudged my g-spot and pulled my body in tight to his. I held him so fucking close I thought I might become one with this chair. It was more sensual than any of the other fucks so far. He left no breathing room between us as he jack hammered my ass, holding me in place as he swiftly fucked upward, pounding me into submission. When the music started again I didn’t budge. I didn’t give a shit about the game anymore. I needed to come and Frankie was doing it right.
Being that it was my birthday, Vivi egged me on instead of stopping me.
“We will now take a brief pause from the game. Ladies, if you’d like to stay in your current seat for a little while, go ahead. We’ll continue as soon as our birthday girl decides she’s able to keep going,” she announced.
“Sunshine! Sunshine! Sunshine!” people chanted.
I pumped one fist in the air in victory as I continued to ride the cock that was fucking me into oblivion. Nearby I saw Bastian, still in the game, fucking Suzanne. This time I didn’t care. She rode him but it seemed boring compared to the sex I was having. Pasha was fucking some girl too. I closed my eyes and enjoyed Frankie.
When I came, Frankie didn’t stop. He was a machine, shoving his cock up into me so fast and so hard, like he was twerking in his seat. I’ve had fast sex before but…holy shit. I couldn’t even talk or scream because my body was shaking too hard. So he held me tight and fucked me through it. After I came, I got up, and the music started again.
Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard played and it was so appropriate. I’d poured my sugar all over Frankie who was being walked out of the game. My legs wouldn’t work quite right. He’d fucked me into a cramped up newborn doe state. The music stopped and I didn’t even try to get to a seat. I lost. Bastian stayed in two more rounds before they led him out.
Then we went home, showered, and fell asleep naked and in bed together, both too spent to have sex.”
Chapter 12
“Sounds like an interesting party,” Tension said.
“I had a good time,” I replied.
“I don’t remember what I did on my thirtieth birthday,” he said. “Probably got ignored by my wife and fucked some whore I met at work.”
“What makes a woman a whore?” I asked. “Seriously.”
He had to think about it. It was clear he wanted to carefully answer as to not hurt my feelings by accident.
“I think a whore,” he began, “is a woman who fucks…she’s a woman who…”
“You don’t know, do you?” I asked.
He sat silent.
“I asked you that for a reason,” I said. “Remember when I told you Bastian said he thought I was miserable all my life because I’d tried to conform to what society said was normal behavior? Well, think about what a prostitute does for a living. She engages in one of the oldest known professions. What is the difference between a woman who is paid for letting a man do things sexually with her body and a woman who fucks men she meets at a bar in an effort to find the one man who will truly love her?”
“Morals,” he said. “A woman looking for love is searching for something. She is motivated by her desire for more.”
“And not the prostitute?” I asked. “Is she not searching for something more? Maybe the money she makes fucking strangers helps put food on her kids’ plates. Or maybe it puts a roof over their head or maybe it’s going to help pay her way through medical school. My point isn’t even that. My point when I asked the question was to explain that sex is not a bad thing. We all do it. We all want it. People fuck behind closed doors all the time. Preachers and reverends fuck their wives. Mayors fuck beautiful women they meet, some not even their wives, so I think a whore is a brand society puts on a woman who enjoys sex and doesn’t see it as taboo or evil or dirty. A whore, in reality, is a carefree spirit, one who enjoys life’s most reasonable pleasure.”
He thought about that for a second and smiled.
“I think you just made me a believer,” he said. “I will no longer call women whores.”
“Care to dance?” said a deep slurred voice.
We both looked up to see a grubby looking man with slicked back black hair and a greying beard. He looked battle born, ready to throw down if given any good reason to.
“That’s sweet,” I said, “but I’m very tired and I’d like to finish my conversation with my friend.”
“You’d rather talk to him than dance with me?” the man said.
“I’d rather not get in a lousy mood,” I replied. “I’m having a good time. Maybe I’ll dance with you some other time if you’d still like that.”
“Whore,” the man said as he turned to walk away.
“What did you say?” Tension said, standing up from his seat.
The man turned back toward our table and approached. He stood at least a foot taller than Tension, who was no small man himself, and was about twice the detective’s size.
“You wanna defend your bitch? You got somethin’ you wanna fuckin’ say to me?” the man said. “I’ll break your motherfuckin’…”
He hadn’t finished his sentence when Tension slammed one balled up fist into the man’s throat. The man grasped at his throat, fighting to breathe, when the detective grabbed the back of the man’s head and pulled his face downward while shoving his own knee upward, smashing the man’s nose and sending him crashing to the floor. Blood oozed from his nose.
Tension grabbed my hand.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said.
As he led me from the table and we had to step over the man on the floor, Tension looked down at him and said, “Next time show some fucking respect to a lady.”