Welcome to E. Mayberry

The normalcy of being naked around others was growing on me. I wondered if people in nudist colonies got aroused seeing members of the opposite sex after seeing them naked all day long. And would it be embarrassing if they were passing each other in the supermarket and the man got a hard on? As I looked around at all the pets pulling their clothes off and dropping them to the floor, I realized how close Erotic Mayberry was to becoming a nudist colony.

It dawned on me that I was still fully dressed and nobody else was. Even Bastian had pulled his shirt off and had stripped down to a pair of boxers. Nancy, the older woman with the killer body sat next to him, naked except for a pair of panties. As usual, her long hair covered her tits perfectly, denying me a peek at what had to be fake ones.

“This is weird, right?” Pasha asked.

“I’m in the middle of trying to figure that out,” I said.

“You know, I tried to escape once too,” he said, “And I got zapped like you did. Suzanne was sad. She cried. She couldn’t believe I wanted to leave her. She felt betrayed and I realized this place wasn’t so bad. That was until I saw you and how miserable you looked in class. Like you wanted nothing more but to get out of here.”

“I did,” I admitted, “But I’ve changed my mind. Bastian loves me and I love him. We’ve agreed to give this place a try.”

He looked down at his lap and swung and dragged his feet against the floor, slowing himself down.

“I guess asking you to run away with me was stupid,” he said. “We wouldn’t have made it far.”

“Oh we could’ve planned a great escape, like a prison break,” I assured him.

We both laughed.

“But who the hell wants to leave this place?” I asked. “The food is great, the company is great, the sex is…great.”

“I guess you’re right. It’s been much brighter since you arrived.”

I wanted to kiss him. I looked over at Bastian who was looking down at Nancy’s hand making its way to the small hole at the front of his boxers. He was busy.

“Seeing you that…” Pasha started to say before I interrupted him.

I swung my swing toward his, grabbed his chain to hold me steady, and kissed him. Our mouths fit together perfectly and he held my chain to keep me steady.

“I’d like to give you a try,” I said.

He looked at me with hope in his eyes.

“You sure about that?” he said. “Here? In front of all these people?”

“If I’m going to go through with this,” I said. “I want it to be with you. I might chicken out with anyone else. I know you’ll take care of me.”

The sound of someone moaning caught my attention and I looked over to see Bree already going at it. She lay back on the slide, the cool metal against her back, and clung to the bars at the top of it while her legs were spread open over the edges. Rodge, the man I’d seen with his owner, Jamie, at the pool, had his mouth buried in her snatch.

“Looks nice,” Pasha said.

I stood and pulled my dress off, letting it fall to the floor. Then I removed my panties and dropped them down next to it. I looked back at Bastian who was watching me. I gave him a nod and he smiled. He pulled his boxers off and his cock dangled against his leg. He stroked Nancy’s hair and pulled her face down to his lap where she immediately caught on, grabbed his cock in her hand, and took him in her mouth. His eyes closed and his head fell back.

It was time to join him in pleasure. I dropped to my knees and already Pasha had grown to half his full hard-on size.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” he said.

“Me too,” I said.

His cock was so appealing and as I held it up, I admired it and fantasized about the thickness at the middle scraping the walls of my pussy. I knew from our classroom encounter that when his head entered me, he’d have to push a little to get the full swollen tip to pass through my lips and find my wetness.

The thought of it made me wet. With one hand holding his cock up against his belly, my other hand found my clit and slid lower, dabbing in the wet pool forming between my lips. Touching it seemed to let it loose and I felt my juices run down my inner thigh.

“Go Bree!” someone yelled.

I didn’t look to see who’d shouted my friend’s name. I didn’t care. My concentration was on Pasha. My fingers walked up where I rubbed at the tender spot beneath his head as I stuck my tongue out and tagged his balls with it. He looked down at me and I smiled at him playfully. He grinned and winked.

I was tempted to look back at Bastian again but I’d already begun and nothing was going to stop me. He was there getting his blowjob and I was here giving mine. If he wanted to get off while watching me get off, fine by me.