“Did you read the book?” she asked.
“Words to live by,” Dave shouted as he went back to working on the flowers.
“I have. I’d like to go over it again.”
“I see you’re wearing the necklace,” Tina said. “So you’re a pet now. That’s great.”
She wasn’t wearing one which I thought was odd.
“Yes, I put it on a few minutes ago.”
“Well make sure you don’t take it off,” she said.
“Never take it off,” Dave agreed. “It becomes part of you.”
He turned to look at me and the sun reflected off the pendant on his necklace. He was the pet. She was the owner.
I waved goodbye and headed back to my house.
“If you ever find yourself bored,” I heard Tina call out. “Stop on by. We love company.”
The meeting had been awkward at best. Something about the woman’s stare was different. It was the look I’d gotten from so many men in my life. Like I was a piece of meat and she was sizing me up. Was it jealousy? I wondered if Bastian had ever fucked her. Jealousy wasn’t allowed. I remembered reading that in the book. Living so close to each other, in a neighborhood like this, meant Bastian had probably fucked her.
I heated the water once more to fix myself another cup of coffee when I heard a bang from outside. It sounded like something being slammed against the side of the house. I slid open my back door again and looked toward Tina’s house.
That’s when I saw them.
Tina’s pants were down around her ankles and so were Dave’s. She was leaned against the side of her house, bent over slightly at the waist, and behind her, Dave had his cock buried in her pussy. It could’ve been her ass but from where I stood, I couldn’t exactly tell. I guessed it was her pussy.
She slapped the house and hissed through clenched teeth.
“Fuck me, baby. Fuck mama good.”
“Yes, mama. Tell me what you need. Tell me and you have it.”
“Plow me like you plowed that dirt. Plant that seed inside me. Fuck me harder.”
I felt weird watching but I couldn’t take my eyes off them. It was broad daylight, the middle of the day, and they were going at it in their backyard.
“You like that pretty lady we just met?” Tina asked as she backed her ass up into him and lowered her head a little, putting him in better pussy pounding position.
“She’s beautiful,” he said.
“Fuck me like I’m her,” she ordered. “Fuck mama’s pussy like it’s that fresh, young, tender ass. Then maybe I’ll let you fuck her later.”
Oh my God.
I moved back farther into my house, making sure they couldn’t see me as I spied on them. Her words were so vulgar, yet I couldn’t stop watching. I didn’t even realize my hand was in my panties until my clit started to burn from the rapid rubbing. I was so fucking horny. Abnormally horny. Part of me considered going out there to join them, but I knew I couldn’t. She was pretty and he was a stud, older but still quite handsome, and the thought of a threesome wouldn’t leave my mind.
I crashed against the dining room table and lifted one leg up onto a chair. My pussy was so wet.
“Ohhh shit!” Tina yelled. “Ohh fucking shit!”
She was coming. I wanted to come. I wanted to come like her.
Before I knew it, my clothes were off, and I was back in the shower, aiming the stream right at my clit as I fingered myself, full on masturbation, until I found my release and came there, alone, and satisfied.
I was satisfied, but I felt…off. Wrong maybe.”
“When you say you felt wrong, how do you mean?” Tension interrupted.
His chest heaved up and down and I knew the look on his face, that flustered look of yearning, of desire for something he couldn’t have. It was the same way I felt watching my neighbors fuck in the backyard. He wanted me so fucking bad his cock ached.
“I felt dirty,” I said.
He smiled.
“Dirty but so turned on at the same time. I liked it. Do you know what I mean? Like you’re doing something wrong but at the same time you want to let loose and say fuck it. Like you’re so tempted to give in to that desire for pleasure?”
Tension nodded.
“Can I use your restroom?” he asked.
“You know where it is,” I said.
When he disappeared, I knew what needed to be done. Driving this man nuts was so much fun and I can’t lie, reliving all the moments from Erotic Mayberry had me so fucking horny myself. I needed to come. So that’s exactly what I was going to do.
I walked past the bathroom and stopped outside the door. I listened carefully to see what the detective was doing on the other side. The sink was on and it sounded as if he was splashing water on his face. Yes, he definitely needed to cool off.
No doubt he’d stroked himself a couple times while taking a piss. He’d been hard for so long. He needed to relieve himself before going crazy.
The water masked any sound I might hear but I imagined without it I might discover the squish squish of his hand working his shaft or maybe even a soft moan.
I could wait. He’d be moaning soon enough.
With my bedroom door open wide, I lay back on my bed and hiked up my dress. In the nightstand where I kept all my toys, I fished out my favorite pink vibrator. I turned it on and pressed it to my clit.
My clit has always been extra sensitive and it didn’t take long for my back to arch and my lips to part. One long inhale and I sighed out with the exhale.
The bathroom door opened. I heard it. I was sure he heard the buzzing coming from my room. But I wouldn’t look toward the door. Instead, I kept my eyes glued on the ceiling as my pussy quivered under the persistent buzzing of my toy.
Knowing your bedroom door is wide open and someone’s on the other side fighting the urge to watch you is truly invigorating. I wanted him to see me and I knew he was dying to sneak closer to my room.
Then I could feel his eyes on me. He was there at the threshold to my room. I didn’t see him, but I felt his shadow over the room. I heard the squeak of his footsteps on the floor. I sensed his breath. He spied on me and I loved it.
My legs widened so he could get a good look at my shaved pussy. The pink vibrator tore at my clit, shaking it furiously, and I couldn’t hold back my groan. I was going to come soon. I’ve always been able to come quickly with my toys.
Finally, I looked toward the door, and Tension was there. His hand was down his pants, pumping his cock. His eyes were closed at first, but then I cried out to make sure he opened them and gave me his full attention.
“Yes! Fuck, Yes!” I whined.
His eyes sprung open and he stopped fisting himself. His hand remained down his pants but he froze.
“Shit,” he said. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” I said. “Watch me.”
“I can’t. I should go.”
He disappeared from my room. He wouldn’t leave my house. That much I was sure of. He’d gotten a taste of who I was, what I was, and he wanted me. He’d stick around. His mind might tell him he should leave, the same way mine told me I should leave Erotic Mayberry, but I knew how much his body desired more.
“I’ll be out in a minute,” I said as I arched my back and pushed down on my clit.
In my mind, Tension’s mouth was on my pussy, his strong Italian stare looking me in my eyes as his tongue lapped at my clit. Then I came and my arms went week. I dropped my vibrator down onto the mattress.
Tension wasn’t going anywhere, so I took my time taking a shower and changing into something more comfortable. This time I put on a soft pair of boxer shorts and white tank top. I needed to be comfortable in order to tell the rest of my story.
Chapter 5
Just as I thought, Tension was back in his seat, this time sipping something he must’ve dug up in my kitchen. A tumbler of whiskey swirled around in one hand. His other gripped the armrest.
I sat down on the couch,
choosing the seat closest to him instead of my chair on the opposite side of the living room. Tension sipped from his glass and I thought I saw his hand tremble.
“I’m glad you stuck around,” I said. “I wasn’t finished with my story.”
“That’s why I stayed,” he said.
“Sorry about that,” I said with a nod toward the bedroom and a cheesy grin as if embarrassed that he’d caught me and I had no explanation.
“I’m sure you are,” he replied.
“It’s just talking about all this turns me on I guess,” I said. “Does that ever happen to you? Where you’re telling a story or reliving a moment from the past and you find yourself getting aroused?”
He stared at me and didn’t answer.
“I guess I should go on with my story,” I said.
He nodded.
“Bastian was at work all day and I’d just gotten out of the shower and put on some clothes. I played with my necklace and as soon as I did, I swear a wave of euphoria came over me. I felt so…so…relaxed. I was happy. Every concern I’d had about the rules and regulations and the uneasiness I felt from seeing the neighbors in a full-blown fuck fest in the backyard seemed to dissipate.
I did feel a bit cooped up in the house though and I wanted to get out and see the neighborhood. I wanted to see what this place was all about. So that’s what I did.
The sun was shining, the birds were singing, I could’ve sworn I’d stepped into an old TV show rerun. Neighbors stopped working on their lawns and waved hello. It was Sunday and it seemed the whole community was milling about and I was all alone. I wished Bastian was there to show me around.
Well, with my man or without him, I was going to find out more about E. Mayberry.
My street was fairly quiet aside from a few lawnmowers and engines purring. A look down the street showed a few men out working on their cars, typical for any neighborhood on any given weekend.
Outside other homes, people tended their gardens and one woman too far away appeared to be sunbathing on a lawn chair.
One thing I did notice was how the sun seemed to shine harder in E. Mayberry. It was like the rest of the world had a permanent cloud hovering over it and sunshine only broke through as it reached my new community. It was lovely. Yes, go ahead and joke. Maybe I, Sunshine, brought it with me, but in truth, I think it belonged in that neighborhood.
Everyone seemed so happy. Sure, I hadn’t really met anyone up until this point, other than my cock plowing neighbor and his overly eager spouse or girlfriend or live-in partner or whatever she was. But as I continue on with my story, you’ll see what I mean.
Close your eyes for a minute and try to remember the old Nightmare on Elm Street movies. Do you remember how dark everything was when one of the teenagers was in a nightmare? And how that contrasted greatly with the chipper family at the dinette first thing in the bright sunny morning? I read once that the director did that on purpose to make the scary parts seem even more gloomy and terrifying. Well that’s kind of how I felt that day as I walked through the neighborhood.
I’d come out of my own horror movie of sorts. The porn star who tried to kill herself. That was me. The nightmare couldn’t be more real. Yet, there I was, standing at the end of a perfectly paved street with nicely manicured lawns and perky neighbors. It was…surreal. I felt I didn’t belong but oh how I wanted to.
Thinking back to the book of rules and regulations I’d left on the living room coffee table, I thumbed the pendant at my neck and was so glad I’d put it on. I knew this was the place for me and all I needed to do now was find a way to fit in. I needed to learn as many names as I could, make lots of friends, make love to my new man, and discover real happiness—something I’d never truly experienced.
As I strolled down my street, my sundress blowing gently in the breeze, my senses felt heightened. Maybe it was the necklace, maybe it was my newfound appreciation for life. Maybe one created the other. It didn’t matter. I felt good.
The scent of fresh baked pies wafted down the street. Apple maybe? Could it be peach cobbler?
Oh my God I haven’t had peach cobbler since I was a kid. That sounds great. With a big scoop of vanilla bean ice cream dabbed on top.
I reminded myself to mention it to Bastion later. There had to be a restaurant somewhere nearby where I could get the dessert.
The rays of the sun kissed my forehead, the bridge of my nose, and my cheeks, and I tingled all over. I felt invincible, susceptible to all the greatness daylight brings but impervious to the sting of a burn. The wind nipped at me but in a fresh, wonderful way. My hair blew back and the breeze blew at my earlobes and at my arms and up into my dress where it teased my pussy.
How is it that I’m horny again? Is it masturbating when you’re enjoying the feel of the wind on your clit?
That’s when I discovered what it was that made E. Mayberry so amazing. Nothing was a sin. Somehow I realized it. Everything was okay. Nothing was forbidden. If I wanted to lift my dress and allow the breeze to take me, my neighbors would probably stand out on their front porches and clap. These were the people who’d relished a round of oral roulette at a party the previous night.
I fucking love Erotic Mayberry.
The sound of laughter and joyful splashing in water called me farther down the street where I found a brown picket fence and before it, a red brick building with a sign that read: E. Mayberry Community Center.
I recognized the place from the party the night before. It looked so different during the day. What had been transformed into a miniature version of the Playboy Mansion was now nothing more than a regular ol’ community center. A look inside was a must but first I wanted to see the pool and find out what all the commotion was about.
“I know you’re hard under that water, Rodge!” a woman’s voice yelled.
Is there anything not about sex in this place?
I peeked through the glass door leading out to the pool, too timid to exit out to where I could be seen. I only wanted to see what was going on. Far back in the pool, a few naked people clung together, but my focus was on what was happening right in front of me, in the shallow end of the pool.
That would be a chicken fight, like the ones I’d always played as a kid, only the combatants were completely naked. Two women, one with perky, definitely fake tits and looked to be no older than twenty-five while the other was a little older, maybe mid-forties with big and beautiful real tits, sat on the shoulders of their two men whose faces were half covered in water.
One man stood up, Rodge I realized, and laughed as he spit water out of his mouth. The other man stood too and their chests were clearly visible. Rodge was younger but slightly pudgy. The older man was in great shape.
“We might need to lose on purpose then so you can take care of that!” Rodge yelled, replying to his girl’s earlier comment about his hard on.
“Don’t you dare,” the younger woman squealed as she smacked the top of his head.
“Go!” the older of the two women yelled.
“You’re goin’ down, Francine!” the younger said.
“Bitch, I only go down by choice!” Francine retaliated.
The men marched forward and the two women collided, grabbing each other’s hands and gripping them tight, leaning right and left, trying to throw each other off. For a second I thought Francine would win. She was clearly stronger. But the younger one was sly and dipped down low, scooped up Francine’s left tit in her lips, and went to work sucking the older woman’s nipple.
Francine relaxed, the younger girl did not.
“Oh shit,” Francine said.
Then she toppled over and the younger girl earned her victory. She threw her hands in the air and cheered.
“The winner gets the feast!” the young girl yelled.
Francine popped up out of the water and yelled, “You’re a fucking cheater, Jamie!”
“Don’t be a sore loser,” the younger girl who I now knew as Jamie replied.
With that,
Jamie tapped on Rodge’s head and pointed down at her pussy.
“Go to work, big boy,” she said.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Rodge replied as Jamie waited for him to dip down and turn around under water.
She kept her legs wrapped around his head and he moved closer to the side of the pool so she could grip the brick curb. He lifted up and took her pussy full-on in his mouth. She leaned back against the wall and pursed her lips, letting her eyes rolled back as Rodge tongued her down.
My eyes were glued to them. Jamie was sexy as hell and Rodge sure seemed to know what he was doing. For a moment I wondered if he’d been the stud under the table eating me out the night before. It was so strange having no idea who’d had me in his mouth. The mystery of it was fascinating.
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