Welcome to E. Mayberry

while she jogged to Vivi’s office to retrieve the key. When she opened the door, the smell of fruity incense was the first thing I noticed. Lilly flipped a switch and dull lighting popped on from recessed fixtures in the ceiling.

Everything in the room was either black or pink. In one corner was a swing while at the other was a St. Andrew’s Cross. At the center of the room was a gigantic black leather cushion and placed all around the floor were various pieces of sexual enhancement furniture. I’d used several of them in my past. One was meant to keep the ass up perfectly for doggy style while another was meant to keep the man at an angle perfect for riding.

“Holy shit!” Bree yelled as she ran over to the large X on the left side of the room and hugged the St. Andrew’s Cross like it was a cousin she hadn’t seen since she was yay big. “I’ve always wanted to try this!”

“Crazy isn’t it?” Pasha whispered as he leaned into my ear.

Lilly saw it. She watched us for a moment and I wondered what she was thinking. I knew she either frowned upon what she might see as a side-thing in the works or she was cooking up a fun way to make his cock collide with my pussy during this soon-to-come sexual extravaganza.

“So this is it,” Marco said. “This is where dreams come true.”

“Don’t let Marco and his overly horny imagination trick you,” Lilly said. “There is a lesson in this just as there has been in every other subject we’ve tackled. Where being with more than one partner might seem like a fantasy, maybe something you’ve been hoping to try at some point in your life, it’s not always as easy as it seems. First of all, your owner might pick someone you’re not attracted to at all to come join you in the bedroom. They might pick someone you’re too attracted to and you’re worried how it might turn out. They might pick someone of the same sex even if you’ve never had any kind of bisexual tendencies.”

We all seemed to be taking that in.

“Been there. Done that,” Bree announced, breaking the awkward silence.

She was great at kicking up laughter.

“Two rules,” Lilly said. “One is nobody will be FORCED to go through with this. But it will be frowned upon if you back out. Two, nobody can stay with the same partner for more than thirty minutes. Once we start, there will be a chime that will play, sounds like pleasant little wind chimes, and that will signal you to switch to someone else. We will all play with each other and everyone is welcome to join in with anyone else. Does that all make sense?”

It did. Nobody asked a question.

“And one more thing,” Lilly said. “Remember, this isn’t anything your owners haven’t done. They go through a class like you do, only theirs is even longer and more drawn out since they have to learn to respect a submissive partner. We don’t need any asshole macho types moving in here and pushing people around. It’s all equal opportunity. The only unequal right is that your owner gets to choose your playdate. However…”

She grabbed Marco’s cock and played with it in her hand.

“…if you learn to master your owner’s wants and desires, you can have much more say in your playdates than you could ever imagine. Right babe?”

“Fuck yes,” he said.

“Then start the timer,” she said.

Marco slapped the top of a black box on a shelf. Soft music played, sounding like something by Enigma, very relaxing but quite sexy at the same time. Lilly lay back on the black leather cushion and waved Marco over to join her. He climbed up onto the cushion, took both of her dainty hands in one of his, and pinned them high above her head while he softly lowered his face to her tits.

At first nobody moved. We all seemed to be entranced by the way Marco’s large hands and legs and chest and face were able to so tenderly envelope Lilly’s body. He was in no rush. The naked duo seemed to be involved in their own passionate lovers’ waltz. The way his hand reached for her ankle and pulled her leg up so he could run his giant fingers up her thigh and over to her ass was breathtaking.

I felt Pasha’s fingertips on my waist before anything else. They slid forward and found the soft ticklish spot between my thigh and my pussy where he set them down and let them linger. He too was in no rush. My eyes were glued on our teachers and the way Marco’s enormous cock seemed to hone in on Lilly’s pussy, tracking it down and sinking itself in. My right hand slid down to find Pasha’s where I interlaced my fingers with his and slowly walked him over to my pussy. His fingers played with my clit methodically. Again, no rush. It wasn’t my intention to send him mixed signals but my signals were a fucking mess.

Bree was quiet in her involvement. I hadn’t even realized she’d joined in until her hand bumped against my ass as she gently stroked Pasha’s cock from her position behind him. We were a standing sandwich with Pasha in the middle. I leaned back against him who in turn leaned back against Bree. I was afraid to turn around and be face to face with Pasha because I knew I would kiss him and if I kissed him I would fuck him.

It was a test of some sort. They always say God won’t put you in a position you can’t handle, but if that’s the case, I failed. I couldn’t stop my pussy from getting wet. In front of me, a Latin hunk with a forearm sized cock was going to town with his beautiful pet while behind me the man I had a mini-crush on was being jerked off by an erotic elven princess.

“You know you want her,” I heard Bree whisper to Pasha. “And it’s about time you guys stop playing this game and get down to it.”

I felt my upper body pushed forward while Pasha still held onto my clit. Then I felt his cock at my pussy, not controlled by him, but by her. Her knuckles bumped my asshole and it was clear she was controlling him. Bree the adorable puppet master lined Pasha’s head up with my pussy. Then she walked around to the front of me and whispered, “Let him fuck you.”

Her shoulders served as my handlebars as I bent over further to give Pasha better access. The head of his cock slid into me, reminding me of the previous day’s class and our inability to maintain control. Now we didn’t need to.

“Can I kiss you?” Bree asked.

At first I thought she was talking to Pasha but then I realized her sights were set on me. The truth is, I would have much rather kissed Pasha but making out with her was my lame attempt at ignoring the man I couldn’t keep my mind off of. Even with his cock resting inside my lips, I thought maybe if I took my mind off him I might make it through this class unscathed in some way. Maybe without looking at him I could pretend later that it had never happened.

Bree didn’t wait for my answer. She pulled me into her mouth. Her tongue was soft, slippery, and so easy to fall into. I imagined how many young men had fallen under her spell back in high school and beyond. Her mouth had fallen to my neck and down to my tits where her tongue was busy playing when Pasha pushed himself all the way in. My head pitched forward and I sank my teeth into Bree’s shoulder. She gasped and I cried. It felt amazing…and felt so wrong. He’d only entered me once but it was once too much. I pulled away from him and fell to the floor with Bree.

Before long, the three of us were on the cushion at the feet of our teachers. Bree climbed on top of me and straddled my right thigh, putting her thick clit against my leg and rubbing hers against mine. Pasha lay next to us, watching as he stroked his cock. He seemed to understand that I still wasn’t ready for him. I wasn’t ready to give myself to him the way he wanted. I’d almost done it. In a way I had, but some part of me still held on to my sanity. I couldn’t cheat on Bastian.

Pasha was so hard and so tempting. The way his chest and biceps flexed as he fisted himself was driving me crazy. He bit his upper lip and moved his hips to the beat of his hand.