Welcome to E. Mayberry

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.

Then I made my way over to the next. This one was thinner than Bastian’s but longer and as I fucked it I liked how it pressed on my g-spot. I wanted to find out who the man was so we could try it again sometime. I tried to remember if Frankie from my birthday party was one of the men behind the wall. This one could’ve been him.

Next up was a man I thought might be Bastian. I fucked him hard as my pussy was dripping by then. I was so fucking horny and I’d begun to play with my clit as I backed into each cock. I kept #3 in mind as that was a good guess for Bastian so far.

Marco was the fourth cock and like Jackie, I made a noise I wasn’t expecting to make.

“This guy seems to have the power to make women sing!” Kendall yelled. “If nobody guesses correctly, he’ll be coming home with me later tonight.”

Everyone laughed, even me as I bit the inside of my cheek and fought through the pain so I could finally enjoy the cock I’d been so afraid of in class. Like Kendall, I wished I could take it home with me later as it touched every spot inside my pussy in a way no man ever had before. With him, there was no question of whether or not he’d hit the g-spot. He couldn’t fucking miss it. If there was a z-spot, he’d find that too, and all the letters in-between.

A few more men down the line and I finally figured out how the woman had involved herself. As soon as my hand touched the large, rubber, studded strap on, I knew I’d found her. Obviously she wasn’t Bastian but to not play along would have been rude, so I bent over and welcomed the fake dick into my pussy. Like the others, I pumped ten times, and I have to say, aside from Marco’s, that one felt the best. That girl knew how to work that thing.

In the end, I did choose number three and I was wrong. Number three was Emery. Only Lilly and the gay female contestant guessed correctly as it wouldn’t take a rocket science to know which one was Marco or which one was rubber and studded.

After that game, we were called to a mandatory cleaning break. In the dance area, the fire hoses were turned on again and bottles of body wash were passed around. Bastian helped me soap up and then I did the same for him. Someone walked up and handed me a toothbrush with toothpaste already smeared on it. Bastian was handed one too. I looked around and saw everyone soaping up and brushing his or her teeth under the spotlight and the spray from the firehoses.

“One final game before we get to our main event,” Kendall said. “Ladies, go out into the field and lie down on the grass somewhere, anywhere you want to go. Pick a spot and stay there. Men you stay with me. We’re playing Big Bad Wolf.”

It seemed everyone loved that game too by the way they laughed and murmured and cheered.

“Come on,” Lilly said as she walked past me.

Every woman in Erotic Mayberry got involved in this game. Kendall took her microphone with her but marched out into the lit-up field like everyone else. All around me women dropped onto their backs, some far out into the field and some way up close to the men. I was somewhere in the middle and it was clear I needed to lie on my back so that’s what I did.

“Lights off please,” Kendall said.

The loud booms and clicks of the stadium lighting being switched off echoed through the air.

“Wolves,” Kendall said. “Come get your dinner.”

What that meant I wasn’t exactly sure. Was I going to be eaten out again or fucked or maybe no wolf would come my way and I’d get nothing at all.

“Spread open your legs,” one of the women nearby whispered.

She wasn’t talking to me but I figured I might as well listen so I obeyed her command.

When my eyes finally adjusted to the dark, I saw the men were on all fours, rushing across the field as quickly as they could, like wolves on the prowl. I didn’t know what to do. What was the object of the game? They hadn’t explained this one. I looked all around me and watched as the other women simply lay back with their legs open.

I lifted my head and saw a wolf reach a woman and attack her, burying his mouth in her pussy. Then it looked like he spun around and ravaged her sixty-nine style.

Oh I like this game.

I was thinking how lucky the girl in front of me was because I saw a wolf approaching her when he swerved, veered off course, and made his way toward me. I couldn’t see who he was but I didn’t need to. His mouth dug into my pussy in a unique way. He seemed to be taking the wolf thing seriously as he opened his mouth and bit down on most of my pussy, sucking at the same time so my lips and every other fleshy party of me entered his mouth where he wiggled his tongue around and nibbled softly, never biting but only teasing my pussy.

Earlier I’d thought the night couldn’t possibly get any better but clearly I was wrong. This motherfucker knew what he was doing. When he spun around and put his cock in my face, I repaid him by attacking it with the same voraciousness with which he’d eaten me. That’s when it hit me I hadn’t eaten since lunch and I used that to my advantage, swallowing his cock whole and reaching up to fondle his balls as I ate him.

The entire time he went down on me, he never stopped. He wasn’t one of those lazy ones who relax and forget about your pussy once they realize how good the blowjob is. No, with this guy I had to question whether I was any good at all since he didn’t slow down or pause not even once. He tongued every spot on my pussy he could reach. His lips caressed mine and his chin rubbed at my clit, scraping it with his stubble until my legs twitched each time he rubbed against me.

The groaning of the starving wolves and the cries of their horny meals was so exciting. I wanted to be a part of that cacophony of sexual instruments, a member of that disorganized symphony of pleased participants. Then his fingers entered me while his tongue seized my clit and I was making music with the best of them. I couldn’t hold it any longer. He fingered me so fast and so hard that I got desperate. I slapped the grass next to me and pulled at the blades, lifting my pussy up into his mouth where his free hand cupped my ass and clenched on my cheek.