He took the wheel as we sped off into the desert. Sitting next to him I felt my chest heave up and down as I fought to control my desire. I wanted him to let some of that aggression out on me.
“What?” he said as he kept his eyes on the headlights in front of him.
I attacked him. My hands went to his zipper where I yanked it down and pulled out his cock. He helped me by undoing his belt and popping open his pants.
“You protected me in there,” I said.
“I’d protect you anytime,” he promised. “Sunshine…I…”
I lowered my mouth down over his cock and sucked him as I stroked his balls. He hardened in my mouth. His fist beat the steering wheel as I went to work on him, doing everything I’d learned in the porn business and everything I’d picked up after that in Erotic Mayberry.
Suddenly the SUV slid to a stop on the side of the road and Tension pulled me away from his cock. He got out of the truck, walked around to my side and took my hand. He pulled me out. The street was pitch black as he grabbed my dress and pulled the zipper down the back. He tugged it off my shoulders and it fell to my feet.
With the same aggression he’d shown in the bar, he grabbed my ass, spread my cheeks in his strong hands, and slammed my ass down on the hood of the truck. I held his long hair away from his face as he shoved his mouth into my pussy and inhaled, smelling me, getting to know my scent the way an alpha does.
He licked at my panties and took them in his mouth where he sucked my flavor out of the fabric. The feel of his wet tongue so close to me with nothing but a silk thong barrier keeping him away drove me nuts. I took off my bra and reached for one of his hands, bringing it up and slapping it against my left tit where he gripped me hard and held me in the palm of his hand.
His thumb rubbed at my nipple and it hardened in the cool night air there under his warm touch.
With his nose and his tongue, he pulled my panties to the side and licked at the spot where the elastic clung to my skin. My pussy swelled at the thought of his mouth being so close but still not yet touching my lips.
Finally, he pulled my panties down my legs, lifted my knees up and held them together so nothing but my wet pussy was in his face, waiting, begging to be eaten. My legs so tight together made me ache. He lowered his mouth and spread me open wide with his hands, stretching me open in a way that hurt, felt like he was going to tear my skin, but it felt so fucking good.
His tongue started above my asshole, widened as it dipped through my lips, and then sank into me, fucking me. He dug his tongue into my pussy so hard it was like a little cock dashing in and out. Then he continued on, scooping up my pussy as he worked toward my clit. Hard, wide strokes ran over my clit until he turned his head sideways and played with it, spending time at my clit, nipping at it, flicking at it, sucking on it.
His fingers got involved too, stretching my ass open. I wanted him in my ass. I’d learned to love any attention on my ass.
“Fuck me,” I said. “For the love of God, fuck me.”
His thumb pressed against my asshole and entered me no deeper than past the fingernail as his mouth tore into my clit, teasing it and making it his.
I lifted my ass up and slammed it down. I knew I’d dented the hood of his truck but if he didn’t care, neither did I.
“Come here,” he said.
He pulled me off the truck and turned me around. He put my hands down on the hood and the heat of the radiator burned at my midsection, but in the cool air it felt great. Tension kicked my feet open like a cop about to frisk a suspect. He dipped his thumb into me to test me and see how wet I was.
Then his cock was at my lips and he was pushing himself inside.
“Yes!” I yelled as I slapped the hood. “Show me who you are!”
Only an inch or two of his cock entered me at first. He held still there driving me wild. I didn’t buck or back up, I stayed still and took it, praying he wasn’t having second thoughts and would eventually drive all the way into me.
“This is what it was like in your class?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said. “Like that.”
He entered another inch and held it. He slapped my ass and it stung.
“You want it deeper?” he asked.
He was so fucking good at talking dirty. He was using my story against me and it was such a fucking turn on.
“Mmm,” I moaned as my forehead fell against the hood.
He slapped my ass.
“Mmm hmm,” I said, my eyes rolling back as he pushed in another inch and slapped again.
His thumb entered my ass, all the way to his knuckle and at the same time he drove into my pussy as deep as he could. My tits fell against the hood and my face lingered there too, sideways so my cheek smudged the warm metal each time he pulled out and shoved his cock into me again.
“You’re mine,” he said. “I need you. Fuck this inch by inch shit.”
“Yes,” I agreed, a smile growing on my lips so wide I thought it might touch my ears. “I want to feel all of you.”
“You’re mine,” he repeated.
“Say it again.”
“This pussy is mine.”
“Again.”
“You’re mine, Sunshine,” he said.
Then I fucked him right back, shoving against him, skewering myself with his cock. He was right. My pussy was his, but if he hadn’t realized it yet, his cock was mine. I felt along the groove of the square patch beneath my arm, feeling the hard outline under my fingertips and relaxed as he plowed into me.
“I’m gonna come,” he said. “Your pussy is too good. I’m gonna come.”
“Go ahead,” I told him. “Come for me. Come for me and remember our first time. Don’t you forget our first time.”
“I’ll never forget this,” he said.
Suddenly I felt an explosion inside my pussy as he shot his hot load inside me. I fucked him through it as his legs locked and he froze in place. I backed into him and enjoyed the feel of his twitching dick as it unloaded. When he finally stopped throbbing, I pulled away from him and felt him run down my leg. He pulled off his over shirt and used it to wipe me up. It was a sweet gesture.
“I should take you home,” he said.
“Why?” I asked. “Are you ashamed?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he asked. “Ashamed of you?”
“Ashamed of what we’ve done?”
“Not at all. I thought maybe I’d take you home and stay with you there if you don’t mind.”
That sounded like a great plan but I wanted to take him somewhere important.
“I need to show you something first,” I said.
We were back in the truck when he finally asked the question I’d been expecting him to ask all day.
“You’ve told me a lot today,” he said. “But you haven’t mentioned the death.”
“Death?” I asked. “Is that why you came to my house? To find out about the death? Oh my God. I thought your visit had something to do with that YouTube video that teenager did about me. The “what happened to Stormy Winters” documentary thing. In it he mentioned something about my disappearance for so long. That’s not what led to your visit and asking me all about Erotic Mayberry?”
“No,” he said. “I’ve never seen the video.”
“Well shit,” I said. “I wish you would have said that earlier. Then I wouldn’t have wasted all this time telling you my story. There was no fucking death. That was some bullshit story that got cooked up by a reporter who wanted to visit her older brother who’d moved to the neighborhood. He wouldn’t let her in, of course because of the rules, and because he’d cut his family off. He wanted nothing to do with them. So she made up the whole thing to get access into the community.”
“So you’re telling me nobody died in E. Mayberry?” he said.
“Yes, that’s what I’m telling you,” I said.
He started the truck.
“So why did you leave?” he asked. “I thought it was because of what h
appened. The incident. The death.”
I laughed.
“No, Silly,” I replied. “Trust me. I’ll explain everything. Just drive. It won’t take long.”
I placed a hand on his thigh and rubbed him to assure him I was still his. I couldn’t tell him the rest of my story, especially not after I’d lied to him. He wouldn’t understand. But my story needs to be told. So I’ll tell it to you.
“After my birthday party, everything became about the Harvest Festival. If everyone had been talking about it before, they were raving about it now. The next Homeowner’s Association meeting was solely about the festival.
Contractors would need to be hired to handle some of the lighting needs and stage setup.
Committees were established to handle games, entertainment, food, and of course the big raffle.
Pet grooming was talked about too and the need to bring all of the pets to the salon on the Friday and Saturday before the big festival so they could be tidied up. Bastian took me on Saturday so my hair would look perfect the next day.
The grooming facility, like everything else in Erotic Mayberry, was much more than the title suggested. This wasn’t clean and cut the way a “real” pet grooming facility would handle things. No, this was much more than that. When I arrived for my appointment, Pasha was getting groomed. He stood on a pedestal of sorts while two women cleaned him up. His cock was half hard, naturally since it was being moved around by two pretty girls.
One lifted his cock and used a set of electric clippers to shave his balls and the base of his cock. Another woman rubbed lotion all over his naked body. It gave him a golden glittery-like appearance and was supposed to rejuvenate his skin, hide all blemishes, and make him feel refreshed.
A woman I’d never seen before lay back on a bed while she was Brazilian waxed and then the same glittery lotion was smeared all over her body.
“I’ll drop you off here,” Bastian said. “This usually takes about an hour. I’ll pick you up when you’re ready.”
He left me with a quick peck on the lips.
“Hi, ready to get dolled up for the Harvest Festival?” a super happy woman with pigtails said as she took my hand and led me into the building.
I passed Pasha being lotioned down and he waved at me.
“Brazilian wax?” the girl holding my hand asked.
“No, no thanks,” I said. “A trim will do.”
“We have a special right now,” she whispered. “Each Brazilian wax comes with free clitoral stimulation.”
I laughed and considered it but really only wanted a trim. I was never a fan of going completely hairless. So I got my trim and my “golden luster” as they called it.
On my way out, I bumped into Bree.
“You ready for tomorrow?” she asked. “This is my first festival too but they say it’s so much fun. It’s so strange how hush hush people are about what goes on there. It’s like the whole “what happens in Vegas” thing. Once we’ve been there and have been through it, then we can be part of that crowd keeping secrets from the newbies.”
I hadn’t thought about it like that. In a way, this Harvest Festival was like another graduation for us. It was the biggest event of the year. Once we went through it we’d be more trusted members of society.
Later that night, I sat in bed watching TV when Bastian came in and tossed a postcard sized form onto the bed in front of me followed by a pen.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“Fun card for tomorrow,” he said. “Just mark down all the stuff you want to do so I can turn it in and make sure you’re signed up.”
I looked down the list.
-Talent show
-Chili taster
-Pie eating contest
-Ring toss
-Guess who
-Fish in the Sea
-Kissing booth
“What do you think I should do?” I asked.
“Do you have a talent?” he replied.
“No,” I said.
“Well I’m planning to do the pie eating contest and guess who if you want to join in on the fun,” he said.
“Pie eating contest?” I asked. “I don’t know about that one.”
“Trust me,” he said. “Sign up.”
So I did. I put a small checkmark next to both of the games he’d already signed up for. Bastian stripped off his clothes and climbed into bed with me. He was about to turn off the light.
“Keep it on,” I said. “And turn the TV on so the whole neighborhood can watch this.”
He reached for the remote as I threw off the blanket and took his cock in my hand.
Later that night, as we both lay exhausted in bed with both the TV and lights turned off, Bastian held me in his arms.
“What if you win the drawing tomorrow?” he asked.
The thought had crossed my mind more than a few times. When I didn’t answer right away, he cleared his throat.
“I don’t want you to do the drawing tomorrow,” he said.
“I don’t think that’s an option,” I replied.
“It’s not.”
“Then what do you want me to do?”
“If you win, will you choose to be an owner?” he asked.
“What would you do if you were in my position?”
He didn’t reply.
“You can’t answer because you know what you’d do,” I said. “Besides, what would be so bad about me being an owner? We could still be together just like this, only I’d own my own home.”
He rolled over and turned his back to me.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I know that’s not the answer you want. What if we lived in a combined house, us with our pets, like a big Brady Bunch? We could build onto the back of this one and…”
“That’s not funny,” he said. “You’re turning it into a big joke or something.”
That led to an awkward silence. I lay there on my back looking up at the dark ceiling and wondering how many pets I’d have to compete with in the drawing. What were my chances anyway? I thought Bastian had fallen asleep when he suddenly spoke.
“You asked me what I’d do,” he said. “I’d choose you. If you were my owner and I had the option to become one myself, I’d choose to be with you. I’d stay your pet.”
That was how our night ended.
Chapter 13
Even the birds perched at my window seemed excited the next morning. The inside of our home seemed brighter than usual. Then I realized Bastian had woken up before me and pulled all the drapes open to let the light in. He wore only a towel and stood looking out at the neighborhood below.
“This has always been the oddest day of the year,” he said. “Some people can’t stop talking about it all year. As soon as it’s over they’re already planning for the next year. Then some…well…some aren’t so excited about it.”
He turned to look at me and I could barely see his face. He was a dark silhouette framed in the brightness of the morning sun fighting to reach my naked body under the blanket. I stretched and yawned. He sat next to me and pulled me in tight to his body.
“Why would anyone not be excited about the festival?” I asked.
His silence made me even more curious. He had to think about his answer.
“I don’t know,” he said. “Maybe it’s all the mess after. The cleanup is a bitch. Everyone chips in and does his or her part.”
The festival started at noon but Bastian didn’t want to be the first to arrive so we didn’t leave the house until after one. He assured me none of the games would start until at least two since everyone would be busy setting up and getting everything going. He’d lived in the neighborhood for going on ten years and knew all the ins and outs.
I’d seen the preparation for the festival the whole week leading up to it but the finishing touches hadn’t been put up until the previous night so I was pleasantly surprised when Bastian and I walked toward the large park on the outskirts of the community. Our street was adorned with white wicker arches
that crossed from one side of the street to the other. Red and blue balloons were tied together about a foot apart, reminding me of a Fourth of July celebration but in October.
Placed on our front lawn, about five feet from the sidewalk, was a floral arrangement chosen by the two of us. I’ve always been fond of irises, even though they’re not the best smelling flower, so Bastian agreed we’d put a blue arrangement in front of our house. Attached to the flower pot was a big picture of us, the selfie we took on the day of the garage sale. Every home had the same display out front.
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