Welcome to E. Mayberry

“Somebody help her!” a female voice yelled.

Before I could refuse, some other man fell to his knees and put his mouth to my clit and two fingers in my pussy. He worked my inside and my outside at the same time as my back arched and my pussy poured every bit of fluid it contained.

Bree ran to Pasha’s rescue, helping her classmate through his orgasm as she dropped to her knees and sucked his cock. He gripped her head and bucked his hips, fucking her face as she drained him dry. She swallowed every drop.

When I was done, the guy who’d helped me went back to his normal partner and Bree went back to hers. Pasha collapsed on the floor next to me and cradled me in his arms.

“What a life,” he said.

“Tell me about it,” I agreed.

That was my first playdate in the park. Later that evening, we all enjoyed movies in the park. Not sexual. Nothing like that. The ceiling of the park was turned into a movie screen. We all lay back, fully dressed, on blankets, watching a horror movie followed by a romantic comedy. It was wonderful. Pasha lay on the ground with Suzanne resting on his chest. I lay the same way against Bastian. A few couples ended up having sex during the movie, of course, but we didn’t. We relaxed and enjoyed the movies like any normal couple would on a date.

This was the first time I felt happy and I realized Bastian had been right. I’d felt sad and depressed my whole life because I’d been trying to conform to what I thought was a normal way of living. In Erotic Mayberry, I no longer needed to be what the world wanted me to be.

The problem with suddenly finding happiness is sometimes you can’t get enough. That was the case with my newfound freedom. When Bastian and I were alone together, everything was perfect. We ate together, watched TV together, I read while he studied, and we made love every chance we could. We even started leaving our TV on so others could watch. I don’t know the rankings but I know our viewer number was always high. It took everything in my power not to look at the camera with my old porn star glances.

The buzz about the upcoming Harvest Festival was high. I’d begun hanging out at the pool a lot, mostly watching unless owners invited me to play, then it was fair game. I’d become a fan of playing chicken. In that game, whether I won or lost, I always earned a prize of some sort. The best thing about being part of the gang was being privy to all the neighborhood gossip. Most of the Harvest Festival talk had to do with what everyone was going to cook. Talk of the pie eating contest came up quite a bit but whenever I’d ask questions, I’d only be told, “You’ll see.”

I was promised there’d be plenty of games and contests and food and fun stuff to do. Of course there’d be the big winner, the pet who would earn his or her freedom. I looked forward to that part. Nobody mentioned it but Bastian had told me about Suzanne winning her ownership. I wondered how I’d feel if I were chosen. Would I be happy becoming an owner, living alone, searching for a pet of my own? Or would I be sad to leave Bastian? I mean I could still be with him. The owners could fuck each other whenever they wanted and seemed to have free reign over the pets as well. What could be better than that? I could fuck whoever I wanted whenever I wanted and none of it would be by force. The pets were all fine with it. But I knew I’d be sad to leave Bastian. Whenever my thoughts turned to the negative, I did my best to swerve back onto the right path. I thought of all the good things happening in the neighborhood, and man, were there some good things happening.

If asked about my favorite Erotic Mayberry memory, it would be a tossup for sure. That first dinner was incredible, my first trip to the car wash was insane, and of course my first time with Pasha at the playdate was amazing. Every experience in E. Mayberry seemed to top the last. My first trip to the dentist was fucking wild. I don’t know how her assistant was checking for cavities way the fuck down there but when he was done I wanted him to check again. Just in case.

Even with all those unbelievable experiences, I do have a favorite memory. My birthday party. Apparently hitting round numbers was a big deal to community members so when I turned thirty, you’d think I was having my sweet sixteen. I wasn’t allowed to go to the community center during the week leading up to it. It was all a big surprise.

My birthday fell on a Thursday and since many of the owners worked outside the neighborhood (most were retired, worked in the community somewhere, or ran computer-based businesses) we needed to wait until the evening to have the party. Bastian told me to wait downstairs on the couch and that he was going out to see if they were ready for me. There was no knock on the door and the doors in E. Mayberry have no locks. Easy access is important since many community members will visit others unexpectedly for late night rendezvous.

There I sat, in a hot pink bikini because Bastian told me it was important to be ready to get wet. Turns out I didn’t need the bikini at all since the group of women that came bursting through my front door ran to me and immediately took off my top and pulled my bottom down.

“You need to be naked,” Jackie informed me.

“Like the day you were born,” Kendall said.

I’d never seen Kendall get involved in the daily shenanigans so my birthday seemed like quite a big deal. I guess in a place where many of the neighbors were older than thirty, that only allowed them big parties at forty, fifty, and sixty before people got too old to give a shit about a big party.

Naked and finally ready, this group of eight women whisked me away, barefoot and all, to the community center.

“Huh, where did everyone go?” a girl I’d never met before said with way too much drama on her super happy face.

“I guess they all went home,” Kendall shouted.

I’m sure I rolled my eyes somewhere in that dark entryway as Kendall opened the door and led me in. A spotlight hit us and a disco ball turned on overhead, both at the same time, while the crowd hidden behind the glare yelled, “Surprise!” They were all fully clothed.

Bastian stepped out of the fray and wrapped me up in a gigantic hug. The spotlight hit us and he dropped to a knee. I gasped, thinking he was about to pop the question before remembering marriage wasn’t a custom welcome in E. Mayberry.

“Sunshine,” he said, “I was a lost man before I met you. I mean that and I think you know that. When I found you, I found myself, and when you agreed to come into my world, into my life, you gave me a fresh new start, something to look forward to, someone to come home to, and I know now that I can’t do it without you. Happy birthday, baby.”

He stood and I threw my arms around him. My lips couldn’t find his fast enough. He was my man and I was truly happy with him. Everyone around us cheered. Then the drinks flowed and the games began. A DJ at the corner of the room played a mixture of modern popular songs, eighties hits, and disco jams. Huge pitchers of sangria decked with diced apples and grapes got the party going quickly. I’d never been a wine drinker but that shit was delicious.

At one point when I was already half drunk, I took the DJs microphone and said, “Am I the only one getting naked at this party?!”

The crowd went wild again and this time when I say wild I mean they immediately took their clothes off and tossed them to the side. Not a single person at the party had clothes on. You should have seen the dance floor at the center of the room. Naked people grinding against each other is a sight to behold.

Bastian spent most of his time behind me, rubbing his cock against my ass. Suzanne and Pasha danced seductively to whatever song played. They had a way of making even the cheesiest song seem erotic.

I thought I was going to spray sangria out my nose when the Electric Slide song played and everyone ran to the dance floor. That song is a hit no matter the crowd and this one was no different. Bastian dragged me out to join them. There on the dance floor, with cocks jiggling behind me, tits flapping around in front of and to the right of me, and Bastian’s toned body flexing to the left of me, I laughed my fucking ass off and had the time of my life. You haven’t really lived until you’ve danced a naked electric slide.

When the song was over and the crowd parted, Kendall and her pet, a big country boy with spiked blond hair named Randy, walked into the middle of the room. Kendall had Mardi Gras beads around her neck, a lot of them, and Randy had a tray with little blue pills. Kendall snatched up the microphone and announce