Then I made my way over to the next. This one was thinner than Bastian’s but longer and as I fucked it I liked how it pressed on my g-spot. I wanted to find out who the man was so we could try it again sometime. I tried to remember if Frankie from my birthday party was one of the men behind the wall. This one could’ve been him.
Next up was a man I thought might be Bastian. I fucked him hard as my pussy was dripping by then. I was so fucking horny and I’d begun to play with my clit as I backed into each cock. I kept #3 in mind as that was a good guess for Bastian so far.
Marco was the fourth cock and like Jackie, I made a noise I wasn’t expecting to make.
“This guy seems to have the power to make women sing!” Kendall yelled. “If nobody guesses correctly, he’ll be coming home with me later tonight.”
Everyone laughed, even me as I bit the inside of my cheek and fought through the pain so I could finally enjoy the cock I’d been so afraid of in class. Like Kendall, I wished I could take it home with me later as it touched every spot inside my pussy in a way no man ever had before. With him, there was no question of whether or not he’d hit the g-spot. He couldn’t fucking miss it. If there was a z-spot, he’d find that too, and all the letters in-between.
A few more men down the line and I finally figured out how the woman had involved herself. As soon as my hand touched the large, rubber, studded strap on, I knew I’d found her. Obviously she wasn’t Bastian but to not play along would have been rude, so I bent over and welcomed the fake dick into my pussy. Like the others, I pumped ten times, and I have to say, aside from Marco’s, that one felt the best. That girl knew how to work that thing.
In the end, I did choose number three and I was wrong. Number three was Emery. Only Lilly and the gay female contestant guessed correctly as it wouldn’t take a rocket science to know which one was Marco or which one was rubber and studded.
After that game, we were called to a mandatory cleaning break. In the dance area, the fire hoses were turned on again and bottles of body wash were passed around. Bastian helped me soap up and then I did the same for him. Someone walked up and handed me a toothbrush with toothpaste already smeared on it. Bastian was handed one too. I looked around and saw everyone soaping up and brushing his or her teeth under the spotlight and the spray from the firehoses.
“One final game before we get to our main event,” Kendall said. “Ladies, go out into the field and lie down on the grass somewhere, anywhere you want to go. Pick a spot and stay there. Men you stay with me. We’re playing Big Bad Wolf.”
It seemed everyone loved that game too by the way they laughed and murmured and cheered.
“Come on,” Lilly said as she walked past me.
Every woman in Erotic Mayberry got involved in this game. Kendall took her microphone with her but marched out into the lit-up field like everyone else. All around me women dropped onto their backs, some far out into the field and some way up close to the men. I was somewhere in the middle and it was clear I needed to lie on my back so that’s what I did.
“Lights off please,” Kendall said.
The loud booms and clicks of the stadium lighting being switched off echoed through the air.
“Wolves,” Kendall said. “Come get your dinner.”
What that meant I wasn’t exactly sure. Was I going to be eaten out again or fucked or maybe no wolf would come my way and I’d get nothing at all.
“Spread open your legs,” one of the women nearby whispered.
She wasn’t talking to me but I figured I might as well listen so I obeyed her command.
When my eyes finally adjusted to the dark, I saw the men were on all fours, rushing across the field as quickly as they could, like wolves on the prowl. I didn’t know what to do. What was the object of the game? They hadn’t explained this one. I looked all around me and watched as the other women simply lay back with their legs open.
I lifted my head and saw a wolf reach a woman and attack her, burying his mouth in her pussy. Then it looked like he spun around and ravaged her sixty-nine style.
Oh I like this game.
I was thinking how lucky the girl in front of me was because I saw a wolf approaching her when he swerved, veered off course, and made his way toward me. I couldn’t see who he was but I didn’t need to. His mouth dug into my pussy in a unique way. He seemed to be taking the wolf thing seriously as he opened his mouth and bit down on most of my pussy, sucking at the same time so my lips and every other fleshy party of me entered his mouth where he wiggled his tongue around and nibbled softly, never biting but only teasing my pussy.
Earlier I’d thought the night couldn’t possibly get any better but clearly I was wrong. This motherfucker knew what he was doing. When he spun around and put his cock in my face, I repaid him by attacking it with the same voraciousness with which he’d eaten me. That’s when it hit me I hadn’t eaten since lunch and I used that to my advantage, swallowing his cock whole and reaching up to fondle his balls as I ate him.
The entire time he went down on me, he never stopped. He wasn’t one of those lazy ones who relax and forget about your pussy once they realize how good the blowjob is. No, with this guy I had to question whether I was any good at all since he didn’t slow down or pause not even once. He tongued every spot on my pussy he could reach. His lips caressed mine and his chin rubbed at my clit, scraping it with his stubble until my legs twitched each time he rubbed against me.
The groaning of the starving wolves and the cries of their horny meals was so exciting. I wanted to be a part of that cacophony of sexual instruments, a member of that disorganized symphony of pleased participants. Then his fingers entered me while his tongue seized my clit and I was making music with the best of them. I couldn’t hold it any longer. He fingered me so fast and so hard that I got desperate. I slapped the grass next to me and pulled at the blades, lifting my pussy up into his mouth where his free hand cupped my ass and clenched on my cheek.
Women cursed, men howled, and I yelled, “Ohhh yaaaaasssss!”
The man in my mouth never reached orgasm and as I came I realized I’d become that stingy one, what I’d complained about most during sixty-nine encounters, the unwilling participant who’d gotten selfish in his own pleasure. So it wasn’t only a guy thing, I’d just never been pleased enough during the act to be able to forget about my partner.
The wolf who’d eaten me pulled his cock away from me and lay down next to me on the grass.
“Paul, remember?” he said.
I should have known. Paul the champion of cunt cleaning, the sorcerer of snatch, the pauper of pussy, the…oh you fucking get it. He was the best pussy eater I’d ever met in my entire life. I wanted a Paul of my own to hang in the closet the same way you want a vacuum cleaner to clean your carpets when you need it or an iron ready to press your clothes. I wanted a Paul to eat my pussy for me whenever I was feeling low.
Fireworks went off overhead and I couldn’t think of a better time for it to happen. It had been an amazing day and Paul had ended it for me the perfect way. I already couldn’t wait for the next Harvest Festival. Pink and blue and orange flowers of light illuminated the field and I saw couples all around us pointing at the sky.
After the big finale, that rapid fire of sky flowers, Kendall was back on the microphone and I realized the festival wasn’t over.
“Well that was awesome wasn’t it?” she said.
We all cheered.
“Now’s the real finale. Let’s all head back to the stage. You can clean up or get dressed or whatever you want, but meet me at the stage in ten minutes for the last portion of the festival before we all head home and call it a great end to another year here in Erotic Mayberry.”
The spotlights stayed off so we could all find the lit up stage easily. I did search for my clothes. It seemed right to get dressed. Trust me, I thought I’d never say this, but I’d had about all the sex I could handle for one day. Every single thing about the festival had turned me on so far and I needed a
chance to soothe my aching pussy. So I went back to the bouncy house and found my shorts and shirt lying on the grass, now completely dry after being baked in the sun all day, and got dressed.
Bastian met me and got dressed too. Then we headed to the stage where a large screen had been pulled down and a projector was on at its base. The words “Welcome to the Erotic Mayberry Harvest Festival” were lit up on the screen.
“Everyone here?” Kendall asked, now dressed in a tight black dress that sparkled in the spotlights. “Come on stragglers. We’ve got to hurry up and finish this so all you horny sons a bitches can go home and fuck till the sun comes up. Yes, I know, even that is tradition.”
“More like a habit!” someone yelled.
“So this is the part of the night where we recognize certain people and situations we’ve encountered throughout the year,” Kendall said. “It’s like our short and sweet version of the Oscar’s. Vivi, please bring me the envelopes.”
Vivi walked out on stage wearing a nice purple formal gown. I felt way too underdressed but compared to the people around me, some of which were still naked, I was doing okay.
“Here are the nominees for the funniest on-screen argument,” Kendall said as she stepped aside and pointed at the screen.
The screen went black and then flashed to a scene from the bedroom video cameras of two people arguing. The woman was yelling at the man.
“I said come in my mouth!” she yelled. “You came in my fucking eye!”
The man only shrugged his shoulders and stifled his laughter.
The crowd around us laughed.
The screen went black and then flashed to the two gay women who’d played the Guess Who game. The one who’d gone behind the wall to wear the strap-on yelled at her girlfriend, “You know how I like Fruity Pebbles. If you want to eat all the fucking Captain Crunch, eat it. But stay the fuck away from my Fruity Pebbles.”
The girlfriend looked at her and said, “I’m gonna eat all your Fruity Pebbles next time too since you’re being such a bitch about it.”
Again, the crowd laughed.
The screen went black and then flashed to a couple arguing. The man looked disgusted.
“Just because we’ve been together for five years doesn’t mean you should shit with the bathroom door open,” he said. “I don’t want to be fucking you later and imagine your pooping face. You know?”
Her mouth hung open in shock. The screen froze on that image. Everyone laughed.
“And the winner for the funniest on-screen argument goes to…Grant and Becky, don’t shit with the door open!”
The couple walked up on stage. He was naked and she was wearing a long buttoned up flannel shirt. I could imagine how embarrassed she felt. To win an award for crapping with the door open? Wow. Kendall hugged them both and handed them an envelope. I figured it probably had money or a gift card or something in it.
“Next up, the nominees for hottest alone moments caught on screen,” Kendall said.
The screen flashed quickly to the three nominees. One was of a man choking himself with a belt hanging from a hook on the back of his bedroom door as he jacked off.
One was of a woman using a vibrator. It wasn’t the act that was so hot but the way she shook and screamed as she came, squirting all over her mattress.
The third scene was a man using a pocket pussy and again, it was his reaction to coming that made it so hot.
The squirter won that round. Everyone likes a squirter.
“Next, the nominees for the hottest on-screen fuck,” Kendall said.
The screen went black and then an orgy popped up on screen. It was Emery, Bree, Nancy, and her pet. Nancy was being double penetrated by the two men while she licked Bree’s pussy. There wasn’t much licking going on as it seemed she was in too much pleasure, or pain, to concentrate.
Suzanne and Pasha and Jamie popped up on the screen. Jamie was riding his cock while Suzanne rode his face and the girls were kissing. As much as I disliked seeing that one, I had to admit it was sexy as hell.
Then Bastian and I were on screen and I couldn’t believe it. Two videos of group sex and then us, boring ol’ us, but then the camera cut to all the positions we’d done and even I was impressed. We went from oral to sixty-nine to reverse cowgirl to riding to doggy to him fucking me in the ass. It was wild.
In the end, the winners were Emery, Nancy, Bree, and the other guy.
Kendall announced a few more rounds of awards and then the words, “Greatest Rule Breaker” covered the screen and the crowd went silent.
“Yes, it’s that time again,” Kendall said. “Every year, as part of our tradition, we pick the one person among us who has broken the most rules. You see, we have cameras everywhere and we catch everything. One of our traditions to please the gods and ensure a great year to come, a tradition that has gone on since the very first Harvest Festival, is the punishment of the rule breaker. So let’s watch the screen and see who has broken our rules.”
Several people graced the screen, their moments caught on camera, but most only had one or two infractions, then Kendall said, “But really in the end it came down to two new pets who couldn’t seem to play along like they’re supposed to.”
Pasha was on screen. He was in his bedroom with Suzanne and another guy, someone I didn’t recognize. Suzanne was riding the other man and then pointed at her ass in what looked like a plea to help her try double penetration. By the look on Pasha’s face it was clear he was disgusted. He stormed out of the room.
The words “Rule 27: A pet shall never walk out of the bedroom on an owner when asked to participate in a sexual act. A pet may voice his complaints or concerns and may refrain from the subject at hand, but may never leave the room angry.”
Then I was on the screen. I was in the classroom, during that lesson with Pasha where only the head of his cock was inside me. I got up and stormed out of the classroom.
“Same rule for the most part,” Kendall announced. “No walking out in anger.”
More scenes followed by the rules that were violated.
Pasha got angry again at a different situation, I walked out of the sexual Tupperware party after telling everyone to go fuck themselves, Pasha tried to escape and got tasered, I tried to escape and got tasered, Pasha tried to escape again and got tasered. Then I saw the scene I prayed wouldn’t be on there. Pasha dragging me out to the woods. Him fucking me up against the tree. Where had the camera been?
Where the fuck was the camera? Is there any place not being filmed in this place?
“This is all fine,” Kendall said. “Great sex as it appears, but then…”
On screen Pasha was driving into me.
“I can’t pull out,” he said. “I’m about to come but I need to come inside you.”
“I want to feel you,” I said.
“Yes,” he said.
The crowd watched as Pasha came inside me. The screen went dark. I couldn’t bring myself to look at Bastian. Tears ran down my face. I was mortified.
“No pet can come inside another pet…ever,” Kendall said. “I’m so sorry we had to show that, babe, but it’s tradition.”
I wanted so badly to yell, “Fuck your traditions!”
But I couldn’t. I knew it was against the rules and I’d begged him to do it at the playdate. I’d asked him to please come inside me. Only this time he gave in and did it. It was my hang up. Ever since being an adult actress and having men come everywhere except inside me, it seemed like something reserved for those special moments and I wanted it to be special with Pasha.
“They were neck and neck,” Kendall said, “But Pasha has been here a lot longer than Sunshine and in the end she only racked up a few points while Pasha set a record I believe. Pasha, you’ve seen this before. You know what has to be done. Come join me up here on the stage please.”
Pasha saw me and lowered his gaze. He was embarrassed or ashamed or angry. I wasn’t sure which. He must have blamed me for the humiliation he was enduring. I
wiped at my tears and Bastian was there for me. After all he’d seen, after all he’d done for me, and after all I’d done to him, he was there for me. Even after my betrayal, my quite obvious infatuation or maybe even love for Pasha, Bastian took me in his arms and held me close to his chest.
“I love you,” he said. “I brought you here and I’ll help you get through all this. Stay with me and I’ll have your back every time. I still trust you.”
That made the tears fall harder. I couldn’t control my sobs and had to turn and bury my face in his shirt. Someone nearby patted me on my back. As usual, the neighbors of Erotic Mayberry weren’t judgmental even in their time of judging.
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