Welcome to E. Mayberry

One of Pasha’s balls fit nicely in my mouth and I sucked on it the way I might enjoy a hard candy. When I pursed my lips against it, a sharp ache hit him and he nearly fell off the swing. I grabbed his thigh to steady him and then moved on to the other testicle, giving it the same pleasure. His cock was full in my hand, hard in my grip, but I refused to give it the attention it deserved. Not yet. Instead, I continued to tease that

soft spot where the vein touches the helmet. I knew from experience that soon he’d feel like the top of his cock was on fire. My fingernail ran up the vein and he trembled on the swing. My lips squished his ball again and he bucked against my face, the chains at his fists rattling.

“You like that?” I asked.

“Fuck…I’ve never felt anything like that,” he said.

“Just wait,” I told him. “And don’t let go of the chains.”

With that, I tucked his balls beneath his ass, so they’d be squished against the black rubber swing seat, and then I pulled his knees closed. His cock sunk down a little, the base buried in his thighs, but I knew his balls were feeling an immense pressure there under his seat. He was basically sitting on them.

“That hurts,” he said.

“Good,” I replied. “I’m not like the other pets in this place. Not like the owners. You’ll remember me. I promise.”

I reached up, took his nipples in both my hands, and pinched them hard as I lowered my mouth over his cock, sucking hard enough to pull the pre-cum from the tip. It was salty but I sucked it clean and pinched his nipples harder.

“Fuck,” he hissed.

I raised and lowered my mouth on him, swishing my tongue back and forth against the underside of his cock. With each rise I pursed my lips against his head, intensifying that burn I’d worked on with my finger. His head had been prepped for the best orgasm of his life, but it wasn’t time yet. My fist pumped his cock in time with my lips and he collapsed, holding himself up by his hands on the chains but barely. He was ready to fall off the swing.

“Don’t come,” I told him. “Not yet.”

“I don’t know if I can hold it,” he said. “I usually can but with you…fuck…”

I laughed. I loved it. He couldn’t hold back from me. Right then, in my head, and maybe it was the wrong thought to have, I knew I’d have a relationship with both Pasha and Bastian. Bastian was my owner but any chance I had to play with another pet, I’d be all over Pasha. And I knew he felt the same way.

Temptation proved to be too much and I finally looked back at Bastian who was lying back on the seat, Nancy sitting on his cock, riding him right there in front of everyone in reverse cowgirl position. She waved at me like an old school friend letting me know she’d saved me a seat at the lunch table. Hovering over Bastian’s mouth, about to sit on his face was some other owner I’d never seen. Seeing him like that turned me on. I wasn’t mad at all. I was aroused.

I turned back to Pasha and yanked his legs open, releasing the tension on his balls, and lowered my mouth over him again. More pre-cum dribbled from his head and I sucked it off eagerly, wanting more from him but knowing if he came I might not get a chance to fuck him right away.

I sped up, sucking his cock like I might never get the chance again. The moaning and sighs and cries and the sounds of skin slapping skin was such a fucking turn on. I looked right and saw Bree still holding onto the slide but turned around, her tits against the metal slide while Rodge fucked her from behind.

Behind them on the bench, Jamie rode Emery, my neighbor. She looked as stunning as ever. Her “fuck face” was the sexiest one I’d ever seen. Suzanne approached her from behind, totally naked, her beautiful body looking stunning next to the younger woman’s. She reached around and grabbed Jamie’s tits, pulling her back to kiss her.

Every scene around me was so fucking erotic.

A woman in the distance held onto the monkey bars with her legs wrapped around another man’s face. He ate her out while she hung on for dear life, sitting on his face, screaming as his tongue lashed at her. She had no fucking shame. She was yelling like someone was trying to kill her.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I’d held on long enough. I grabbed the chains, right above Pasha’s hands, and lifted myself up. He let go of one of the chains and grabbed my waist, welcoming me onto him gently.

The head of his cock bumped my inner thigh first, but I pulled up on the chains and moved over slightly. With his free hand he lined his cock up right and found my wet spot. He entered me and the feel of his head pushing through made me want to scream.

“Hoo, haaa,” I breathed deep as I prepared to take him in.

Then I lowered myself and felt him inch into me.

“Ohh yes,” I said. “Oh…God.”

When his cock reached my wetness, I suddenly plunged down onto him. His head and that thick spot at the center of his cock squeezed in, scraping my vaginal walls, and the whole thing buried so deep inside me I felt an ache in my gut. I held still for a moment, feeling my wetness froth at the base of his cock, mixing with his pre-cum and anything else he might’ve let out as I lowered onto him.

“I can’t move,” I whispered into his ear. “I don’t want to. I like it here.”

“Then stay here with me,” he said.

His hand stroked my ear and his forehead rested on my shoulder. Even in a room full of people all fucking and vying for each other’s attention, I found a sentimental moment with Pasha. The room grew silent. As if we were under a spotlight of our own, everything on the outside ceased to exist. He was mine and I was his. Fuck what everyone else thought.

I was the first one to move, pulling up on the chains to raise my pussy, then sliding back down on top of him. I did it again and this time he lifted his ass up as I lowered, meeting me halfway and fucking me deep.