Welcome to E. Mayberry

by Chris Genovese

  Women volunteers put on vests with strips of metal on the back and had blindfolds tied over their eyes. Then they crawled into the circle of onlookers on all fours, forming the “pool of fish.” Everyone was naked. It looked so degrading but these were volunteers prancing around like pigs in a barn. Men volunteers stepped into the circle and one by one Kendall handed them fishing poles with giant magnets at the end of the line. First up was Dave, my next door neighbor. Vivi stepped out of the crowd and wrapped a black blindfold over his eyes.

  “Go fishing, Dave,” Kendall said. “You know what they say…”

  The crowd responded, “There are plenty of fish in the sea!”

  It was clear they’d played this one before.

  Dave walked into the pool with his fishing pole out in front of him. He moved the pole around, swinging his line, until it finally caught on someone’s vest.

  “He’s got one on his line!” Kendall announced.

  The crowd cheered.

  Dave ripped off his blindfold and threw a satisfied victory fist in the air. The woman he’d caught stood up and hugged him. It was a woman I’d never seen before but she was definitely a catch. She had dark black skin and hair with hot pink highlights. Her tits were tiny but her ass with awesome. A tattoo that read “Loyalty” was on the left side of her ribcage.

  “Dave and Monique, go find yourselves one of the inflatable mattresses behind the stage,” Kendall said. “Remember though, it’s catch and release. You’ve got twenty minutes to make it magical.”

  We watched several rounds of the game and I couldn’t help imagining the couples trotting off to find their air mattress and fuck like animals for only twenty minutes. That was long enough for a quickie. Bastian’s cock was hard in my hand, the blue pill already getting to him.

  “Let’s play,” I said.

  “You want to?” he asked.

  I bit my lip and stroked his cock again as I leaned back and looked into his eyes. It was my “begging” look.

  “We didn’t sign up but I can ask,” he said.

  He called Kendall over, whispered something to her, and she shrugged her shoulders.

  “I guess I’ll open this game up to any new volunteers. Does anyone else want to join besides Bastian and Sunshine?” she said.

  A few others who’d apparently gotten turned on enough to join us raised their hands. Kendall strapped a vest onto me, blindfolded me, and then I hit all fours, shaking my ass to the music as I began crawling around the pool. Bastian got in line for a fishing pole. Some guy named Reginald almost caught me. I felt his line swing right over my back and I wondered what a guy named Reginald might look like. Then his magnet caught the woman on the other side of me and I was in the clear.

  Next up was some guy named Aaron and he wasn’t even close.

  Pasha was next in line and I knew there was no chance he’d catch me. I can’t lie and say I didn’t hope he would. Our quickie in the park needed to be revisited but with nobody watching. I wanted him inside me again and as long as it was in one of these odd events or games, I wouldn’t feel like I was cheating on Bastian. I felt Pasha’s line slide over my ribcage and I got nervous, excited, but then it passed over me.

  “He almost caught Daisy!” Kendall said, “But looks like that fish is way too wild for the pole he’s swinging.”

  The crowd laughed.

  Then I felt the tug on my back. He’d caught me.

  “Pasha has caught his fish and it looks like it’s Sunshine!” she said.

  No fucking way.

  I pulled off my blindfold to see Pasha looking down at me. Beyond him I saw Bastian, and for the first time he looked slightly worried. Hooking up once in a place like this was no big deal, but a second fuck fest with a guy Bastian knew I had a mini crush on. That would have to bother any man, right? Then Bastian smiled at me, pulled his blindfold over his eyes, and stepped up to take his turn.

  As Pasha took my hand in his and led me away, I heard Kendall announce that Bastian had caught Bree. Now it was my turn to be a little jealous. I knew how good she was in bed. I’d seen it. Bree didn’t need more than twenty minutes to make my man come. I hoped I’d be able to forget them while I was with Pasha.

  “Come on, I need you right now,” Pasha said as he whisked me away toward the stage.

  “What are the odds,” I said.

  “I cheated,” he admitted. “I could see out the bottom of my blindfold and I couldn’t, I wouldn’t choose anyone other than you.”

  “Are you serious?” I asked.

  “Shh,” he said. “It’s not something I want publicized. I needed you the second I saw you soaped up in that bouncy house. You’re driving me fucking crazy. I can’t stop thinking about you. So I cheated. I couldn’t help it.”

  We found the inflatable mattresses and only Aaron and his girl were there. Pasha walked past it with me in tow.

  “What about the mattress?” I asked. Shouldn’t we have to stay with the others?”

  “I didn’t hear that rule,” he said, “And if I’ve learned anything in this place it’s if it’s not a rule, don’t worry about it.”

  He made sense.

  As soon as we were out of sight of the others, Pasha shoved me against a tree. The bark dug into my back and instantly turned me on. He kissed me with such passion, with such desperation, and I felt myself wanting him the same.

  “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” he said.

  “Show me,” I said.

  “We don’t have much time,” he said.

  He grabbed my hair in his fist and pulled at the roots.

  “We don’t need a fucking mattress,” he said.

  He turned me around and put my hands on the tree. Then he fell to his knees and grabbed my ass cheeks in each of his hands, digging in his nails and spreading them. His tongue dipped into my wet pussy and his nose bumped my asshole. If I hadn’t been wet enough before, I was now. He stood and shoved his cock into me hard.

  “I…fuck…ing…need…you…” he said, each syllable sounding off with the slap of his thighs against my ass, speaking in hard thrusts, his breathy sighs following each drive.

  I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. It wasn’t the time for dirty talk. I wanted him and that was enough. He fucked me so hard my hand slipped and my shoulder dug into the tree bark, scratching the shit out of me. I couldn’t stay quiet anymore.

  “Oh,” I said. “Shit. Yes.”

  My wet pussy coated his cock so good he glided in and out of me with such ease. He fucked the shit out of me there against the tree. It was definitely a quickie but it was exactly what I needed. This time when he reached orgasm, he didn’t back away.

  “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.

  He kept fucking me. He slapped my ass hard and drove into me with all the fury, all the anger, all the wanting, all the frustration he’d had pent up inside and was finally able to unleash with nobody around watching to keep us under control. It was the sex we wanted to have on the playdate but weren’t comfortable having. We’d fucked on the swings and it was intimate but this is how he wanted me, desperately, raw, and real.

  His animalistic side was so fucking hot.

  He pulled me away from the tree and clutched a hand to my throat, squeezing slightly, enough to remind me I was his if only for the moment, then he reached around and pinched my left tit, squeezing the nipple in his fingers, as his cock continued to penetrate me

  I couldn’t speak. I wanted to but I couldn’t find words.

  “Umpf” was the only sound I could make and it slipped out with each thrust.

  His drives became long, deep, and slow, and I knew he’d reached climax. The grunt that came from his throat came before his cock did. Then I felt the force of his cum as it gushed from the head of his cock and filled me on the inside.

  “Keep going,” I said.


  Having my pussy covered in whipped cream and licked clean had set me on a horny journey that couldn’t end until I came and the trembling of Pasha’s cock was the trigger I needed to make it happen. Soon I’d joined him in orgasmic bliss. I fell hard against the tree, hugging it, weak in my legs as he pumped inside me a few more times.

  “Pasha and Sunshine, your time is up!” someone yelled in the distance.

  I walked out from behind the stage before Pasha did and I was glad to see nobody was waiting for me. I’d passed Bastian and Bree on the way out and she was riding the shit out of him. I was glad to see he was having a great time but it hurt all the same, even though I’d just let Pasha come inside me, a big rule breaker in the community. A pet is never allowed to come inside another pet.

  The rule repeated in my head as I made my way over to the bouncy house to scoop up two handfuls of soapy bubbles and began scrubbing my pussy and ass with the palm of my hand. I needed to wash Pasha off me and be ready for whatever would happen next. I went into the crowd of dancers and used the firehouse spray to wash me off, then went back and repeated the process two more times, scrubbing and rinsing, scrubbing and rinsing. In the end, I was cleaner than I’d been before I’d arrived at the festival.

  The next game I didn’t get involved in but watched instead. I needed some time to relax. Besides, this one was kind of boring. It was hilarious to watch but I was fine sitting this one out. It was the Erotic Mayberry version of the ring toss. Men lay down naked on the grass with their hard-ons pointed straight up. Then, women took turns tossing soft, pillow-like donuts at the men. The winner was the one who got the ring around the dick the most times out of three throws. Everyone sucked at that game.

  I drank a couple more beers as I watched and soon I was buzzing again. It felt great. The whole day was amazing. The sun had set already and I was getting tired. To leave earlier would be like a huge slap in the community’s face, so I found a blanket to sit on and relaxed for a few minutes.

  “You know if you win the drawing later you’ll be an owner,” I heard a voice say.

  I looked up to see Pasha’s erect cock stretched out overhead. He sat down next to me on the blanket.

  “That thing has some staying power,” I said. “And, yes, I know I’d become an owner. You too. What do you think of that?”

  “I’d love it,” he said. “Then I could be with you whenever I want.”

  I liked the sound of that. Looking down at him and seeing him erect right next to me and then looking out at the people all around us, all completely naked and either playing a game, dancing, or eating, it all felt so surreal. It was like I’d died and gone to my own version of heaven because heaven couldn’t possibly be so raunchy. But was sex raunchy? Was there anything wrong with the way we behaved? Imagine how great life would be everywhere if people could simply laugh with real innocent laughter and fuck anyone they found attractive. Can you imagine? Think about the stress-free life everyone would live if the answer to a hard day at work was a wild sexual car wash or a pool party with naked friends.

  “Calling all volunteers to the Guess Who game!” Kendall announced over the microphone.

  “Oh I’m in that one,” Pasha said. “Maybe that’ll finally get this thing to relax a bit.”

  I laughed and gave his cock a gentle squeeze.

  “I’m in this one too,” I said.

  He walked me over to the game and I found Bastian and Bree both there already waiting for it to begin.

  “There you are,” Bastian said as he walked up behind me and held me in his arms.

  He’d forgotten about his erection and banged it against my lower back. He cursed and grabbed himself. Bree witnessed it too and we all laughed.

  “Your man is a fucking ace in bed, holy shit,” Bree said. “I came so fucking hard.”

  Unlike most women I’d met in my life, Bree didn’t say shit simply to get a jealous reaction. She honestly wanted me to know how much she enjoyed her time with Bastian and that was all. There was no hidden meaning behind her message. She was as honest as they come and wanted me to know. If anyone else had said it, I might’ve wanted to punch them in the mouth, but coming from her it seemed oddly like a compliment.

  “Thank you,” I said.

  And I didn’t know what I was thanking her for. For fucking him? For coming so fucking hard? What in her declaration had earned a thank you?

  “Are you men still hard and ready to go?” Kendall said.

  The men clapped and yelled things like “damn right” and “oh hell yeah.”

  “Vivi, pass the lube around please,” she said. “And ladies, please oil up your man’s manly bit. They’re gonna need to be nice and slippery for this one.”

  On stage a large red blanket covered something tall. Kendall and her cowboy pet pulled the blanket down and revealed a wooden wall with drawings of eight cartoon men, some large and overweight, some skinny, and some musclebound hunks. At the spot where the figures’ cocks would be were holes big enough to pass a cock through. Each hole was lined with plastic to prevent splinters. When I saw that I cracked up laughing and nobody else knew what I was laughing about.

  “Ladies, feel your man’s cock one final time. Get to know it good. Then send those hunks up here onto the stage to get started,” Kendall said.

  I rubbed lube onto Bastian’s dick and tried to familiarize myself with it. The vein on the bottom felt like any other man’s. He had no distinguishing marks or grooves. I put the palm of my hand to the base of his cock and tried to measure it. Then I sent him on stage.

  “Okay men, go back behind this wall where Vivi will meet you with instructions. Ladies, you line up over here at the stairs so you can be blindfolded.”

  A woman joined the men on stage and Kendall laughed.

  “Ohh, lookie here,” she said. “We have a woman volunteer too.”

  I had a feeling what was about to happen in this game. We’d probably all be blindfolded and have to walk down the line groping each cock and trying to figure out which was our man. So I wasn’t quite sure how a woman was going to play. Then I realized her partner was a woman too and I found it even stranger. Obviously, if she fondled a pussy she’d know it was her girlfriend.

  Anyway, I lined up behind Bree and Jackie on the stairs. Other women got in line behind us. A woman I’d never met walked up to each of us and tied a blindfold over our eyes.

  “So last year we did this game differently,” Kendall said. “Last year the ladies walked down the line and jacked off each man while trying to guess which belonged to her. But that’s the old way of doing it and we’re constantly getting bigger and better, right?”

  The crowd cheered.

  “So this time, the men will be putting their cocks through the holes and we’d like the women to put their pussies on ‘em!” Kendall shouted. “And see if your pussy can recognize the cock that belongs to it.”

  The crowd grew louder.

  Well that’s quite the twist.

  I tried to remember the men who’d lined up with Bastian, wondering who I’d be fucking in order to guess Bastian’s dick.

  Marco’s there. Shit.

  Bree went first, and it was clear from her gasps and moans and whimpers that she was loving every second of her round.

  “Darlin, don’t say your guess out loud. Keep it in your head to reveal later,” Kendall instructed her.

  Jackie went next and the only one I knew for sure was Marco because when she got to him, the sound that came from her mouth was one that only a cock the size of Marco’s could force on a girl. Apparently she got past the pain and didn’t want to give up the pleasure.

  “Okay now,” Kendall said. “You know this is a game, right babe? No full on fuckfests.”

  The crowd laughed.

  “But why Kendall?” Jackie whined. “Why you wanna do this to me?”

  It was my turn and as I blindly made my way to the wall, someone guided me and placed my hand on the first cock. I’d been worried about getting a splint
er on my fingers and now was worried I might get one on my ass when I backed into whatever was waiting for me. The only thing I knew for sure was the cock wasn’t huge. It was an average size from the way the head fit in my palm.

  I turned around, braced myself, and sat back, doing my best to slide the lubed up cock past my lips without being able to grip the base or balls. The sound of the man’s voice was much deeper than Bastian’s when I heard him moan as he entered me. It wasn’t Bastian and I could have pulled away but I’d heard the sound of the other women’s asses hitting the wall and I knew I’d be expected to fuck no less than ten pumps. So I did, relaxing and enjoying myself as I shoved my pussy back onto him ten times.