Welcome to E. Mayberry

At the end of the trail, the trees overhead thinned out and we walked onto a bright green field with the sun beaming down over us. This was where the real party was going on. Emery and Kendall’s country boy stood on top of a water truck, spraying a crowd of dancing community members with fire hoses. Most were fully dressed but a few had already stripped down to nothing at all.

About fifty feet behind them was a stage with a live band. They were horrible but they were all community members so what could I expect. One guy sat at a keyboard and sang along to some classic rock song I couldn’t quite put my finger on. I think it was something by The Doors. Every few words or so he’d stop singing and play the harmonica hanging around his neck. To his left a woman strummed a guitar and behind him a guy was on drums.

“That’s Rudy and the Dynamites,” Bastian informed me. “They’re fucking horrible but they grow on you. They do a mean Jessie’s Girl though. That one’s always a hit.”

I felt like I had a personal tour guide.

Odds and ends from some of the upcoming games were strewn about the park but all the people were either busy getting food or they were dancing.

“Wanna dance?” Bastian asked.

“Can I have a drink first?” I asked.

“Of course. Beer?”

“Perfect.”

Bastian jogged to the nearest beverage stand and came back with two bottles of beer.

“Ever gotten drunk beneath a shower of cold water in the hot sun?” he asked.

I had to admit it was one of the few things I’d never done. He wanted to change that.

“Clothes on or off?” I asked.

“Let’s start with ‘em on,” he said. “We’ll have plenty of time for naked fun later.”

Like two little kids, we kicked off our shoes and ran out into the water to join the others in the fun. Emery hit me with a cold blast as soon as I reached the crowd. It was clear he was aiming right at me from the way it smashed into my tits, lifting them up in the solid spray. I’d gone braless because Bastian had told me we’d eventually be out of our clothes anyway. The water spray moved lower and hit me right in the crotch of my jean shorts. Bastian’s white polo and tan cargo shorts were drenched too and it was clear from the way the shorts clung to his cock that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. A man going commando is so fucking hot.

Soon Jackie and her pet were dancing to our left with Pasha and Suzanne on our right. Bree came out to join us too, solo since her owner was one of the ones dousing us with water. It didn’t take long for me to finish my first beer and it seemed everyone around me was trying to get me drunk. As soon as I finished one beer I was being handed another. It was crazy.

Then I was half drunk and none of it mattered. I was having a fucking blast. I was soaking wet and my hair was a mess. The pet grooming the day before must’ve been nothing more than an old fashioned formality since my hair was drenched and my golden luster seemed to have disappeared. The tipsier I got the less any of that mattered and the music suddenly seemed damn good to me. When Jessie’s Girl came on, Jackie and I made our way over to the front of the stage where we could sing along.

At some point a bouncy house appeared. I’d been having such a great time I didn’t even notice it being erected, but suddenly there it was, a huge castle with soap suds shooting into it from machines. Bree grabbed my hand and pulled me toward it. Bastian and Pasha and the others followed.

When I climbed inside, I was immediately hit with a blast of soapy bubbles and I lost my footing. I fell flat on my ass and couldn’t stop laughing. Soon after, Bree bounced off a wall and slipped onto the floor too. We tried to climb up but couldn’t get our footing so we lay there and laughed while the others climbed in to join us.

Music played from somewhere, now more modern stuff. It seemed the live band had finished their set and a DJ had taken over. Fun summertime hits from all different eras played one right after the other. It took Bree no longer than five minutes to strip her clothes off and toss them outside the bouncy house door. Jackie fell on her ass and used that time to strip out of hers. Bastian lifted my shirt off and his followed. Then we were all naked and hopping around like children.

Bree slipped again and instead of getting up, she crawled over to Jackie where she took one of her nipples in her mouth and sucked on it. She spit out the nasty taste of the bubbles and laughed, but then Jackie was kissing her and they ignored whatever horrible taste the suds had and were going at it like experienced girl-on-girl lovers, grinding against each other’s knees.

They were the only ones getting frisky. The rest of us enjoyed the time for what it was, innocent playtime with friends. I jumped and laughed at the sight of my own tits bobbing around to the music. Lime and a Coconut played from outside and Bastian played along to the lazy song, randomly bumping into walls like he was high as a kite. You had to be there to get it but when he slipped and smacked his face on Pasha’s ass, I thought I’d never stop laughing.

When we finally climbed out of the bouncy house, one of my other childhood favorite playthings was set up. A super long and super wide slip and slide was stretched across the grass. On one end, an owner sat with her legs open, naked pussy waiting, while her soaped up pet stood on the opposite end, far from the slide so he could get a running start. All around the slide people were naked and waiting their turn.

I watched with fascination as the pet ran as hard as he could, his dick flopping around, then leapt through the air, landed on his stomach, and flew across the slide at a crazy speed. Lucky for his owner, he slowed down a bit before reaching her and put his tongue out. He stopped before her pussy but wiggled until he made it close enough to lick her clit. The crowd went wild.

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p; “I so wanna do that!” I yelled as Bastian handed me another beer.

“Let’s go then,” he said. “You wanna be the receiver or the runner?”

“Are you kidding me?” I asked as I downed the beer, wincing as it burned in my throat. “You better catch me when I get there cause I’m gonna fucking fly down that thing.”

“This I gotta see,” Pasha said as he went to the halfway mark and stood on the sidelines.

Bastian went to the receiving end and stood in line to wait his turn. I did the same on the other side. Then it was our turn and I went as far from the slide as I could and ran full speed at it. Naked people to my left and right pumped fists in the air and cheered me on as my tits wobbled with each step of my sprint. Then I jumped and landed on my stomach, zipping across the thing much faster than anyone else had gone so far.