Welcome to E. Mayberry

“Ohhhh! Ohhh fuuuuuck!”

I felt Jackie reach out and take my hand.

“Eat this pussy, baby,” she said to her man under the table as she squeezed my hand.

She let go of my hand but then she found my face. She pulled me to her and she kissed me. First, a soft peck on the lips, but then her tongue touched my bottom lip and my mouth fell open.

It wasn’t my first time kissing a girl. I’d done it on screen but it never felt as sensual as this. It had always felt forced, with a director calling all the shots. This was totally natural and it was lovely. Her tongue moistened mine and it was sexy as hell.

That was until my under-the-table surprise snuck a finger inside me and I jumped, bumping teeth with my female make-out partner.

Then two fingers inside and his tongue kept working my clit. I was going nuts. My pussy was on fire and I felt like I’d cry. I wanted to cry. I wanted to burst out in tears and grip his head and pull him into me so hard I’d smother him. It felt so motherfucking good!

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I couldn’t hold it in.

I tried desperately to ride his knuckles. I felt like crawling under the table and fucking the guy with the magical tongue, like getting on my hands and knees and letting him take me from behind. But I couldn’t do that. Somehow I knew it was against the rules. Besides, I didn’t know how far Bastian would be willing to let this go. So I took it and waited and ached and whimpered and whined and finally exploded. I came and howled at the same time.

“Someone’s getting her cherry popped!” a woman announced.

The other women cheered.

“Ohh yeah,” I said with a lightheaded laugh.

I felt like I was seconds away from passing out.

“On that note,” a woman I think was Kendall said. “Gentlemen, please head out and thank you.”

The guy under the table squeezed my knee as if to say, “Good job, sport!”

Then more thumping and banging as the men crawled out from beneath the table and made their way out of the dark room.

The lights came on and the women, all looking flushed, put their panties back on.

Afterwards, the men came in to retrieve their women. And all was normal. Everyone was happy. Men were asking women if they had a good time and women returned the question.

“How do you feel?” Bastian asked as he slinked his arm through mine.

The truth was I still couldn’t feel my face but I didn’t want him to know how great I felt.

“It was…strange,” I said.

“Strange?”

“A little awkward.”

“Are you ok?”

“I’m fine. Better than fine. That was…was…”

“That was an Erotic Mayberry party, toots,” an older woman said as she strutted by.

“And how are you?” I asked him.

“Fine,” he said. “It was fun, wasn’t it?”

“It was.”

And it was. I had to admit, it was crazy, but it was great.