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Amusement

By: DarkFantasy56



Dinner that evening at his house had been a delightfully pleasant treat. She wasn't aware of his culinary skills to this degree. 

"I have a surprise for you, Nicole," he suddenly announced after they finished their coffee.

Jack led Nicole out of the living room, down the stairs and around the corner into a dimly lit area in the basement. Opening the locked door at the end of the short hallway, Jack flipped on the light switch. The soft, gentle lighting was reminiscent of candles but certain objects stood out in the harsh shadows. Nicole could see the collection of leather and metal restraints and harnesses hanging from hooks on the far wall. Even though she did not know what everything was the display was quite impressive. She had confessed to him earlier in their relationship that she was curious and found the idea of sexual bondage erotic and exciting. He had promised to show her a few things and assured her that when the time came they would start out slowly. She knew that this was his new dungeon or "play room" as he called it. He never let her see the progress as he built it but he had educated her somewhat in the ways of D/s relationships. She found that concept very titillating as well. He usually left her wanting to learn more but only led her along slowly and tested her boundaries. 

The sight of the equipment, the variety and the amount made her quiver with excitement and anticipation. She couldn't even imagine having harnesses like those wrapped around her naked body. She shivered again as she imagined the possibilities. So far, he had only introduced her to having her hands and feet tied and teasing her with a lot of touching as she squealed with delight at the playful nature of their shared experiences. The subdued lighting and anechoic effect of foam panels on the ceiling made the room feel more sinister. She ventured into the room following closely behind him; her eyes wide open with curiosity fear and anticipation. The space was about the size of a typical bedroom. The unmistakable aroma of leather filled the air. 

A shiver of terror ran up her spine when she spied the medical instruments lying neatly on a stainless steel tray on a small table. Doctor visits were the worst when they started probing and exploring with those things. She recognized some of the examination devices that her gynecologist used. Several others had clamps that she surmised were for gripping or spreading. Surveying the room, she saw quite a collection of bondage gear and sex toys, all laid out on shelves and tables. There were also several cupboards and drawers whose contents were not visible. Ordinary things or something even more ghastly? She wondered. There was something very similar to an examination table with stirrups that included straps over leg channels from the table to the stirrups. The table also had arm extensions. It looked like everything could be pivoted to position each limb separately. The room was more reminiscent of an examination room at the doctors' office than the basement of a medieval castle.

The thud of the heavy steel door being closed and the click of the latch startled her and made her feel uneasy -- trapped inside this room with her master! He had quietly moved to the door as she was staring at the table and instruments. She noticed that the door had no knob, just a keypad. The sudden feeling of confinement brought her back from the trance-like state that her sheer amazement had wrought. She was now genuinely afraid. 

"It turned out very well if I do say so myself," gleamed Jack.

"Uh, Yes sir," she replied, unsure of what he intended to do next. 

She was unable to take her eyes off the vast array of devices neatly arranged and displayed throughout the room. The more she looked, the more curiosities appeared before her.

"If you're ready to submit to me now, I want you to strip, my pet," he suddenly demanded in his soft but stern voice. "Take everything off now. If you're not ready or willing, you may simply say so and I'll bring you back to the kitchen where you are free to leave or join me for a drink and conversation if you'd like."

She glanced at him over her shoulder and saw that he was smiling but serious. She contemplated the idea of just leaving. She remembered how he had spoken with such excitement of his playroom as he was building it in the extra bedroom in the basement. It was obvious that he had put a lot of thought into his room for her today. Seeing the completed room or chamber for the first time had already created a strange sense of arousal. The way he treated her always made her feel special even when he restrained her. She was both excited and wary to submit and comply in this intimidating place. She thought that she had a good idea of his kink, but he never ceased to amaze her with new surprises, and the lengths to which he would go. As apprehensive as she was, Nicole was also hesitant to leave. They had developed some level of trust over the past several months from previous encounters in both of their bedrooms. 

"Have you decided to stay?" he asked, moving away from the door.

"Yes sir," she replied weakly, as if she was already under his control. She still had her doubts whether she should but a sense of arousal had begun to stir within.

"I'll be gentle," he assured her as he could see the fear in her eyes. "We'll begin with something basic and not too threatening."

Jack was now standing directly behind her, stroking her shoulders and arms with his hands. His touch made her weak in the knees as he ran his hands a bit further over her breasts. Damn him. He knew how to get her under his spell.

He walked to the rack of leather straps that were hanging from hooks on the wall. His stern look communicated quite clearly that he was in his domination mode and she was to obey. Her hands felt clumsy as she nervously began to unbutton her blouse. Jack was now standing directly in front of her with a handful of leather, laces and D-rings in his right hand. Nicole felt self-conscious as she slipped out of her blouse in front of him. Even though they had been intimate for several months, she still felt a bit awkward when he watched her undress. She reached down to slip out of her blouse. Using his left hand, he slid her bra straps over her shoulder one at a time, then took the clasp and unhooked it with one pinch of his fingers. He gently slid the undergarment over her arms and took it from her. A smile came to his face, as he looked her over with affection. He placed the leather harness on the examination table. Reaching down, he took hold of her belt. He unfastened the narrow buckle and spread it open. He then opened the jeans button with both hands and unzipped them for her. She glanced up at his eyes as she bent over to slip them down from her legs and onto her feet. He helped her slip out of the skin-tight jeans, taking the opportunity to glide his hand over her bottom. She removed her shoes to slip her pants over her feet. 

"Why don't you put your shoes back on? The floor is pretty cold, he suggested.

She slipped her medium-length heels back on, making her balance a bit more wobbly. Picking the harness from the table he stood ready with a pair of fleece-lined suspension cuffs opened and ready for her wrists. Another shiver ran through her body as she realized, "this is it" and stood; ready to submit to his desires.

"You can leave your panties on for now," he said as he held the restraint toward her. "Hold out your hands. The cuffs will minimize any marking of your wrists."

Nicole held her arms toward him as he slipped the soft leather cuffs around her wrists. The harness felt snug as he gathered the laces to tighten them around her wrists. 

The apparatus was heavier than it looked and she had to work to keep her arms held level. The large D-rings pressed into the palms of her hands, inviting her fingers to wrap around them naturally. Leading her by the cuffs, Jack took her to the center of the room where she noticed the chain hanging from a hook that he lowered from the ceiling with a switch on the wall. She heard a gentle whir as a motor began to lower the chain with the hook at the end. He clicked the clasp into place over the steel rings on her cuffs. The motor whirred again as he held the switch and her arms were pulled until they were held above her head. The motor stopped when she had risen onto her toes, just shy of leaving the floor. She was unable to rest the heels of her shoes on the floor as she stood helplessly hanging by the chain. Goosebumps appeared on her arms when she felt his touch from where he was standing behind her again. He gently traced his fingertips up her sides, across her breasts and up her arms in one fluid motion. He nuzzled her neck with his tongue and lips as he kissed her and fondled her breasts with the palms of his hands then with his fingers. 

She sighed deeply as she stood trembling. He left her for a moment to get something then approached her once again, bringing his hand to her nose. She grimaced when she felt the cold metal wire being inserted into her nostrils. A thin chain was attached to the U-shaped clip. She stared at the chain between her eyes as he raised the delicate chain to meet the heavier chain from which she was suspended. She lifted her chin instinctively as he pulled her nose upward. Nicole could feel the discomfort in her nose if she didn't keep her chin up. Another metallic click could be heard overhead as he connected the delicate chain to the large one above her hands. Her head was now restrained in such a manner that she stretched her neck and could not lower her head. Her toes strained too as they carried most of her body weight.

"You do look beautiful, my dear. Especially when you're stretched out like that," he spoke softly to his captured sub. "Are you ready to experience the pain and the pleasure?"

"Yes sir," Nicole replied meekly not knowing what else to say. 

She started to nod as she normally would but the tug of the hook was immediately felt with any downward motion. She balanced precariously in her toes, holding her chin up.

"Just one more thing," he said almost as an afterthought.

He took hold of her panties and slowly lowered them to her ankles.

"Lift your right foot. He slipped the panties over her foot and shoe. Now the left," he instructed as he slipped her lacey black panties over her other foot. "Open," told her as she felt the silky panties against her chin and lips.

He stuffed them into her mouth making sure to pack them completely within her teeth. He left her again. Nicole could hear the sounds of things being moved about as Jack gathered something from somewhere beyond her field of vision. His warm breath was felt on the back of her neck moments before his cold hands gathered and lifted her breasts. Her body responded with a quick twitch and shiver that ran from her chest to her toes. Nicole loved the feel of his hands on her supple breasts. He had a firm yet soft touch that raised goosebumps on her flesh. She held her breath as he squeezed her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The pinch from the clamp was unmistakable. A soft, muffled gasp echoed in the barren room. Without saying a word, his hands moved to her left side where he clipped the other clover clamp to her hard nipple. Unable to run her fingers over her excited nipples as she desired, Nicole wiggled her body within the confines of the restraints.

Giving the chain that ran between her nipples a light tug, Jack whispered hoarsely in her ear, 

"We'll let them be for a few minutes while you enjoy the sting. Be still." 

He tugged again. Nicole could feel the excitement in her groin. She wanted to look down at her breasts but could not. Her pelvic muscles twitched between her legs and she could feel the arousal building. He stroked the sides of both breasts simultaneously, running his hands down to her thighs and back up again over her arm pits and along her outstretched arms. A sudden slap on her right butt cheek made her jerk. Jack walked to Nicole's front side where he crouched on his knees. She could feel the chain that connected the nipple clamps being pulled downward. Her body instinctively wanted to tilt downward to relieve the tension, but she was unable to lower her head. She stood helplessly as he held the chain from below. Nicole felt his fingers on her swollen clit, spreading her lips and taking hold of one side. His tongue unexpectedly stroked her opening. He nearly brought her to climax as his tongue darted about over her lips. The sharp pain of another clamp being tethered to the hood of her clit caused her to release a muffled gasping sound from her gagged mouth. Her body quivered as he released his fingers, leaving her to stand with her nipples chained to her cunt. 

Jack stood upright in front of her with a wicked grin. Taking a camera from the shelf, he pointed it at her and took several photos of his handiwork. Her eyes watered from the intense brightness of the flash that was extra bright in the dim lighting to which she had grown accustomed.

"That's for you to see later," he said as he walked to the side of the room to set the camera down. 

Nicole gingerly tried to find the least uncomfortable position as she balanced on her toes and contorted her body to relax the tension in the different chains. She wondered how long she would be forced to endure this awkward position. 

He returned as suddenly as he had departed.

"We need to remove those clamps now, love. They can't be left on for too much time because they cut off the circulation. I'll warn you though; it hurts more when they come off than when I placed them onto you."

She braced for the inevitable as he removed both nipple clamps at the same time. She grimaced. He was certainly right about the sharp pain that followed their removal. He tugged at her clit and that clamp slipped off relatively easily. The feeling in her groin was more one of relief. She waited for what was to follow. He dropped down onto his knees and ran his fingers over her swollen clit. She could not see him and wondered what was to happen next. An unexpected sensation came to her as she felt his tongue begin to part her opening. He skillfully stroked her clit with his tongue as he massaged her mound with his fingers. His tongue darted about making her feel aroused. The sound of his tongue gathering her juices made her realize how aroused she had become. The sensation intensified and she was sure she was about to cum. She moaned as he continued relentlessly, his mouth fully engaged with her cunt. Her body trembled as she moaned as loudly as her stuffed mouth would allow, He knew that she was unable to stop as he continued to bring wave upon wave of orgasm to her tensed and heated body.

Amusement Ch. 02



When he stopped flicking her clit with his tongue he stood and left her hanging from the chain. She slowly began to relax from the continuous climaxes and a state of total arousal. Her body was exhausted and spent. As her muscles relaxed she hung limply from the suspension cuffs. Her shoulders ached and her arms were numb from being held over her head for so long. Nicole still needed to be careful to hold her head up within the limits of the nose hooks or experience the discomfort of the wires in her nostrils. He gently unhooked the latch on the chain above her head to slip the hook from her nose. It tickled when he slid the two prongs from inside. Reaching into her mouth with two finger, he took hold of her wadded up panties and pulled them slowly from her mouth. She let her head slump forward to rest her neck. 

"Here, drink some water," he said, holding out a bottle of water. "We can't have you passing out from dehydration." She opened her mouth as he put the bottle to her lips and tipped her head back as he gave her a drink.

He stroked her body, still moist with perspiration from the intense orgasms and tensing of her muscles. He stroked her sides again and moved over her heaving breasts. The goose bumps reappeared and she shivered. She felt cold as she stood motionless, recovering from all the energy she had just expended. He placed his hands on both sides of her head and turned her head to face his.

'Ready for more?" he asked, looking straight into her eyes from a few inches away. "I have something else that I'd like for you to experience."

Truthfully, she wanted to get down from the hanging position and go to bed. She sensed that he had other plans. Unable to say no to her master and lover she wearily nodded, yes.

He walked over to the wall and pressed the lever to lower the chain upon which she was hanging. Her arms tingled from the numbness that had set in. She felt her weight on her feet once again then her arm descended in front of her. When they were at waist level he returned to her to unhook everything and free her hands and arms. It felt good to be able to move them freely. They slowly began to feel "normal" again but a bit of tingling remained as he ushered her over to the back of the room.

"Do you see the wooden stocks over there?" he asked, pointing at the device. 

She turned in the direct that he was pointing and could see the wooden apparatus with its top removed and leaning against the wall.

"Go over there and rest your neck in the center hole and rest your wrists in the two smaller holes on either side. You are to remain in position until I get back. I will close the top when I return. I have a few things to attend to. Do you have any questions my pet?"

She shook her head. She hadn't noticed the device before, probably because she was so enamored with the leather harnesses and other devices hanging on the walls. While excited at the prospect of more discipline, she was nervous about what he would do next. Perhaps he was building up to something more intense. She looked at the stocks then back at him. He was already gone. She slowly walked over to the device still rubbing her arms. She wondered how long he would be gone. There was no point in making herself uncomfortable until the last minute. 

She could feel the cool air on her naked body as she cooled down from before. 

Nicole studied the device and wondered how to do this with the least amount of discomfort. At least he had padded the round openings to cushion the harsh edges. The neck hole was not much higher than her waist. She bent down to place her neck in the center hole. It fit well without any pinching. She lifted her right hand and felt around until it rested into its intended opening. She followed with her left side. Her arms are elevated slightly above her neck in the device. It was more difficult to balance on her high heels and neck than she imagined, especially when she lifted her wrists up into their openings. She found that she needed to spread her legs a bit to stabilize herself as well as to reduce the stress on her back. The padded wood felt cold against her neck. 

She stood back up to stretch and wait for him. She hoped that he wouldn't sneak up on her without warning. 

"You better be in position," he warned her in a loud voice as she heard his foot steps coming back toward the room.

The heavy door slammed shut just as she re-positioned her body in the stocks. She was still adjusting her neck and wrists when he arrived behind her.

"I see that you found everything okay," he said as he moved close behind her and stroked her bare bottom and back with his fingers on both hands. "Comfortable?"

The touching felt good. It sent shivers of delight through her body and she enjoyed it. She remained still, hoping he wouldn't stop. 

"Oh how I love to discipline you," he commented as walked over to get the top half of the stocks to restrain her. "Be still now."

He carefully lowered the matching top to the base and pressed it over the alignment pins. She felt a slight pressure, especially on her neck as he pinned the top in place. She felt his hands on her neck as he encircled it with his hands and mover her neck back and forth as well as up and down to make sure there was still some clearance. He knelt down and wrapped a length of rope several times around her right ankle. There was an anchor in the floor to which he tied the rope to prevent her from pulling her legs together. He tied her left ankle in the same way. He stepped away again.

She could feel his hands on her hips as he looped a length of yellow nylon rope under her midsection and around her waist so the two loose strands were at her back. She could not see much past the wide board of the stocks. She felt him knot the rope behind her back before he brought both strands between her legs. With the rope hanging down between her legs in front, he pulled both strands up toward her navel. He carefully tucked the rope under the length that was wrapped around the front of her waist and pulled it through. He spread her clitoris with one hand as he tensioned the rope forward in front of her face, making sure to seat the rope in her slit. 

There was a relatively small hole in the base of the stocks beneath her neck. He threaded both strands of rope through it and tied a loop with the remaining rope. He walked away briefly and returned with a cylindrical weight, about the size of a coffee can that had a hook protruding from its top. He hooked the weight to the loop at the end of the rope and let it fall. The rope jerked as the slack was suddenly taken up by the weight. She felt the rope slide a bit through her cunt until it suddenly stopped against her vagina. With her neck locked in place her back and bottom lifted from the sudden tension between her legs. The rope pressed quite hard along the length of her slit. The rough texture burned yet felt strangely erotic. The double strands separated her lips a bit. He ran his fingers inside her opening to make sure the rope was in its proper position. After adjusting the rope somewhat to untwist it he continued stroking her clit on both sides of her spread opening.

"This is what is known as a cunt rope my dear. Oh, it appears that you like it. You are getting very wet Nicole."

Jack continued to play with her trembling body. She moaned. She could feel him pressing his groin against her bottom as he gently stroke her breasts, pinching and tugging on her nipples as he stroked her body. His erection was obvious through his pants. The erotic touching made her feel very amorous. She already longed for deep penetration by his hard cock. She whimpered quietly as he continued to fondle her from her breasts down to her hips. His hands stroked her all over, running beside her vulva. She trembled with excitement as his touch arouses her further.

Still standing between her legs, he pulls on her right nipple. To her surprise, he began to spread a thick gel over her areola. It felt cool and soothing at first, but it gradually heated up to cause a burning sensation. He applied the gel to the right side too. The stinging pain caused tears to form in her eyes. She grimaced as he placed a rolled up piece of leather to her lips.

"Open dear," he demanded. He placed the roll of rawhide between her teeth and secured it with a strap around the back of her head. He drew the strap tight to press the leather gag into her mouth. She bit down instinctively, trying to remain quiet and compliant.

She could feel that he was no longer standing against her bottom. He brandished a flogger in plain view across the room and snapped it menacingly through the air. She waited in terror as he walked behind her. She jumped when he snapped it through the air again behind her without touching her body. Jack dragged the soft tendrils across her bottom, teasing her. He ran it up her butt then across her back. Suddenly, she could feel the leather tendrils as they struck her right cheek with a moderate blow. Another landed over her left side. She could feel her knees start to buckle as he alternated back and forth across her buttocks. The stinging made her bottom feel very hot with a tingling sensation. Every flinch of her body slid the rope over her tender clit and vagina. 

She whimpered through clenched teeth after six or so lashes. He stopped when her cheeks were bright crimson. Examining her skin with his fingers, he declared that enough punishment. He removes the leather from her mouth. He walked around the stocks to stand in front of her. Jack reached down to lift the weight from the cunt rope next. Nicole breathed a sigh of relief as he was released from the rope that was beginning to irritate her delicate flesh. He unwrapped the rope and wound it around his thumb and elbow, Unlocking the top half, he raised the top beam to set her free..

"Get dressed for dinner my love," he directs. "The night has just begun."

Thank you to everyone who read the first part of this story. I truly appreciate your votes and the time taken to read the stories. I hope you enjoy the ending of this one.



Amusement Park Adventure Pt. 01



Chapter One: "Nick's Thoughts During the Car Ride"

"Come on, Daddy!" she called out giddily as she ran to the car. It was my daughter's 18th birthday and I had promised to take her to an amusement park, the same one we had been going to since she was 5. It was a combination graduation and birthday celebration. She thought it would be her last hurrah as a child, as she entered adulthood. 

I more than happily complied with her wish as we had always had fun at Great Adventure. Some of our best father-daughter bonding moments were there. As a child Sarah had never shown the slightest bit of fear about any of the rides and had eagerly tried each one, as soon as she was tall enough to reach the height limits set by the park. Her mother had been the one to watch on the ground as Sarah and I sought our thrills. 

The park was five hours away, so we had decided to get an early start. Sarah had packed buttered bagels, fruit and coffee for our trip, as well as a picnic lunch in the cooler. She had been taking care of me for the last 5 years now, ever since her mother died. She was a good girl, and I loved her dearly, more than my own life itself. 

She had always been a bright child, and the apple of Karen and mine's eyes. Now that she was grown up, she continued to be the light of my life, and really the only happiness I have had since Karen died. I was dating a woman but it was more of a sexual release than anything else for me, although I had the feeling Carly has been hoping for a marriage proposal from me sometime soon.

I couldn't help admire how beautiful my daughter had become. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She had a beautiful face, peach colored skin and deep brown eyes framed by long, curly lashes. When her eyes were closed her lashes were a stunning dark contrast against her cream colored cheeks. This morning she was wearing a white t-shirt and cut off jeans, which showed off her muscular calves, topped with white sneakers. When she walked downstairs before, I had to catch my breath at the sight of her.

She had full breasts that pressed tightly against her shirt; the white only accentuated them. Her shorts were short to say the least, and showed the very bottom of the lovely curve of her ass when she bent over, as she did right in front of me to pack the cooler. I was glued to the sight of her ass and felt an erection build as I gazed longingly at my own daughter. I found myself wondering if she was wearing underwear, and if not, how easy it would be to slide the denim fabric that was barely covering her ass over to expose her pussy lips. 

When Sarah turned around suddenly, and called, "Dad!?" impatiently, I had to tear my eyes away from her, and stood there a moment, trying to remember what I was supposed to be doing, instead of admiring her ass. 

"The suitcases?" she reminded me with one eyebrow cocked.

"Right, right" I had muttered under my breath. I wondered if she knew what I was looking at.

In the car, she turned the radio on full blast and we sang along to the music, as we had always done since she was small. We drank our coffees and ate the bagels an hour into the drive. I asked her for some fruit, and she opened a plastic container to expose ripe, juicy bits of melon, berries and pineapple. 

"How am I going to eat that as I drive?" I asked her. 

"Oh. I hadn't thought about that, daddy" she said. She appeared to look thoughtful a moment and finally said, "How about I feed it to you as you drive?" 

I looked at her sideways to see if she was serious. She was. I shrugged in agreement. It wasn't like I was going to suck on her fingers I said to myself. She was going to put a piece of fruit near my mouth and I would quickly bite it. And that's how the first few pieces went anyway. 

After feeding me for a few minutes, Sarah said, "I love strawberries" as she took a lush red strawberry to her mouth and played with it with her lips, suckling on the tip of the berry. 

She was making low slurping sounds as she sucked the juice from the berry. I glanced over at her and was taken aback by the sight of my sexy daughter suckling a strawberry as if it were a sexual object. My cock stirred in my jeans. I quickly looked away and pretended I did not notice. 

Suddenly, she stopped sucking the succulent berry and leaned over the seat, holding the same berry that had just been between her luscious lips to my mouth. "Taste how good this is, daddy" she said in a girlish voice.

I gripped the steering wheel, trying to control the growing hunger in my pants. "Sarah" I said evenly. 

"Daddy" she replied, just as evenly. "You like strawberries" she said matter of fact. 

When I did not budge, she brought it to my lips and traced them with the ripe berry. I closed my eyes briefly, lost in the sensuality of the moment. My cock twitched and I hoped she didn't see the tent growing in my jeans. I let myself go for a second and snaked my tongue out to trace the berry's soft outline, gliding my tongue over the fingers that held the berry. 

Suddenly, she snatched the berry from my mouth and brought it to her lips, and popped it in. Two can play at this game I thought. I quickly reached over and shoved my fingers in her mouth, trying to grab hold of the berry. I managed to grab a tentative hold of it and felt the berry pop and squish beneath to strain of my fingers. 

She was quick herself. She grabbed hold of my hand and forced my fingers to remain in her mouth as she chewed and swallowed the berry, now soft and malleable from all our handling. She sucked my fingers as if she was sucking a cock. I couldn't believe the sensation I was feeling from my little girl's mouth! She was so fucking sexy, I thought to myself as I looked over and caught her eye. 

Our eyes locked and she continued to suckle my finger, licking the juices from the berry clean. At that moment I forgot she was my little girl and all I thought about was how good that mouth would feel on my aching cock. A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. Then all too suddenly, she took my fingers from her mouth. They made a popping sound as they slipped past her puckered lips. 

She then announced, "All clean!" She looked at me demurely and popped another berry in her mouth. My eyes regained their focus on the road and for a long while neither of us said anything.

Chapter Two: "Sarah's Memory of the Pool Incident"

My daddy and I were on our way to Great Adventure. I was so excited and happy to be spending this time with him! I had been looking forward to this day for weeks. Not only would it just be the two of us having fun all day long on ride after ride, but we would be spending the weekend at a hotel so that we could go to the park a few times. I had been thinking about the possibilities of being alone with my father in a big double bed, with little but the sheets between us since I saw him a few months ago fucking his new girlfriend.

I had come home early from school, before it let out for the year and found the two of them in the pool. I was not prepared for what I was about to see, but since then, my whole outlook about my father has changed! 

I had always thought him handsome. My girlfriends were jealous of how attractive he was and teased me with how they had wanted to fuck him. He was quite attractive. He was tall, about 6'0 and well built. His back and shoulders were broad and muscular from years of working out. His legs and stomach were lean and solid from running daily. Daddy had a full head of hair that was still blonde, with streaks of grey at the temples and eyes so blue you could lose yourself looking into them. 

My mom and he had made a great couple and he had been single for almost four and a half years since she died. This last year he had started to date again and was currently with a woman half his age- only slightly older than myself! 

I really hated that bitch. I had always thought that Carly was only after his money. My father was a prestigious lawyer and had a handsome portfolio. I soon found out that she was apparently also after his big cock! I suppose he liked her for her body. It certainly looked like he did that day!

When I had come home from school that day, I went into the kitchen to get myself a drink and heard laughing coming from the pool area through the kitchen sliding door. The kitchen was the top story of the house, so you could see the yard underneath it, through the sliding door and deck. I looked out to see what the noise was and saw my father and Carly meshed together against the side of the shallow end of the pool. 

I quickly ducked and crouched low to the ground, watching the action through the wooden slots in the deck. Carly's legs were entwined around my father's back and his head was bent, sucking her nipples. Her head was thrown back and she was laughing and moaning at the same time. 

"Nick! You're terrible. What if someone sees us?" I heard her ask. 

"No one can see us, Carly. Sarah is at school until 3 and the fence conceals us from the neighbors. Besides, no one is going to be able to see that pretty pussy of yours with my cock buried in it under the water!" 

I bristled as I heard my name mentioned. I did not like hearing my father say my name as he was getting ready to fuck that whore. I then heard Carly laugh again and saw her close her eyes as my father's mouth enclosed a nipple. 

Carly's nipples were rosy colored and pert, the nipples hard in my father's mouth. I had to admit that Carly was quite pretty, if not a total dimwitted wench. She had long blonde hair and a slim body. Her breasts were not as large as mine were but they were pert and firm. I had always been jealous of how small Carly was as compared to me. I wasn't fat by any means, but had what I liked to call a "voluptuous body". My hips and butt were full and curvy, although my stomach was fairly flat and legs taut and sculpted from years of playing tennis.

I wondered what it felt like to suck on a nipple. Once when my best friend Janet and I were having a sleep over, we had compared our breasts and had gingerly touched each other's nipples, just to feel what breasts would feel like to boys. This was before we had actually experienced a boy's hands on our bodies. We hadn't gone any further than that, although I might have if she had asked me to. 

I could tell how turned on my father was as I glimpsed his cock through the sheen of the water. He moved Carly to the stairs and laid her back against them as he took his large cock in his hands and hovered over her, rubbing Carly's pussy with it. I crouched closer to the edge of the deck and peered down to watch. I suddenly felt my own pussy tingle as I gazed at the large shaft my father was holding in his hands. 

It was longer and thicker than any cock I had seen before, especially those of my previous boyfriends'. I was not a virgin and not prude to the ways of the world, but I had never before seen such a gloriously delicious looking cock, much less one that belonged to my father! I watched as the purple tip moved over Carly's hairless snatch and then disappeared within the folds of her pink, puffy lips. 

I heard Carly cry out as my father thrust deeply into her. "Ohhhh, Nick!!! Fuck me, darling!" 

Dad complied as he thrust repeatedly into the depths of Carly as he sucked on her tight nips. I had felt myself grow wet and put my hands down my shorts to find my pussy slick with excitement. 

I rubbed my nub as my father rammed himself into Carly's cunt as he groaned and called out Carly's name. "I love fucking your pussy, baby. Ohhh yesssss" he said as he fucked Carly harder. 

I had a fleeting thought that I wished I could hear my dad call out my own name as he was buried inside me as deep as he could go. The cries from the pool grew louder and my father's thrusts came faster. I pulled my shorts and panties to the side, and rubbed my little pussy vigorously in time to my father's thrusts into Carly. Each stroke in was matched with a downward and upward stroke of my fingers against my swollen clit. 

Suddenly, I saw my father pull his monster out of Carly and watched with fascination as thick gobs of semen spewed all over Carly's tits and stomach. I inhaled sharply, a small sound escaping from me as I went over the edge watching the thick cum of my father shoot straight into the air in thick ropes and land all over Carly's tight body. 

My father must have heard the sound as he looked up quickly in her direction. Our eyes met briefly through the slats of the deck. I froze, rushed inside the house, and ran out the front door. I did not stop running until I got to my friend Janet's house. 

Chapter Three: Flashback 

Sarah had not returned home until after dinner that night. It was nearly 11:30 pm when she walked in the door. She had hoped her father would have been in bed but he was reading in the living room with a lamp on low when she walked in. He was wearing his robe and slippers and his glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, giving him a professorial look when he looked up at her as she came into the room. Sarah couldn't make eye contact with him.

"I was worried about you," he said softly. 

"Sorry. I was umm studying at Janet's. I have a big history exam tomorrow," she replied quietly.

"Sarah," he began. 

"Daddy, don't," she said. 

"I'm sorry," he said quietly, almost feebly. 

"I have to go to bed, now, Dad." She leaned down to give him a quick peck on the cheek and headed up to her room. 

In her room, she laid in bed uncertain how to feel about or process the day's events. She had been appalled at her father's behavior with Carly but also incredibly turned on and attracted to the sight she had seen. She had watched her own father fuck his girlfriend and had masturbated while she watched! She felt sick to her stomach. 

However, she also felt excited and found her hands underneath the single satin sheet covering her, exploring her own mound before she could stop herself. She couldn't get the sight of her father's thick cock out of her head, or the way his stomach muscles had tightened with every thrust into Carly's pussy. The way his cock seemed to have become a part of Carly had intrigued her- with each impalement of her snatch, Carly's lips had engulfed Nick's cock and seemed to grab hold of it, the lips never letting go even as Nick was drawing back only to thrust even deeper into her again. 

Sarah's hand busied itself thrusting into her own pussy, with first one then two fingers until she added a third, spreading her legs wide, thrusting her hips upward. Her hands reached up to lift her nightgown and caress her breasts and she imagined her father suckling her large nipples as she took a breast to her mouth to lick her own nipple. Sarah whimpered as she finally exploded, her pussy lips grabbing hold of her fingers, constricting around them as she orgasmed thinking about the gobs of white cum shooting from her father's thick organ.

Nick had been walking past Sarah's room when he heard whimpering. His heart fell, thinking of how he had hurt his daughter by forcing her to see what she had seen. He had never would have done that if he knew she was going to be home. Sarah was his first priority. Her muffled cries intensified and he knocked on the door to see if he could make things right before opening it slightly and peering in. 

"Daddy!" she called out, in surprise as she quickly pulled the covers up. 

He came in, and sat on her bed, pulling her hand into his own. He detected a scent of muskiness in the room but paid no attention to it at first. 

"I am truly sorry, Sarah. You shouldn't have had to have witnessed what you did today. I feel awful about it." 

Sarah's heart was hammering and her face hot thinking how close she had come to her dad seeing her hand buried inside her pussy to the hilt. He had the hand that was just inside her in his own! She hadn't had even the time to clean it off! Sarah was dying of embarrassment and hoped her father did not notice. She just wanted to get him out of her room as soon as possible. 

"It's ok, daddy. I know you have needs too. I shouldn't have been staring." 

"It's ok, Sarah. If I saw my parents doing something like that, I would have been frozen to the spot too." He had always understood. 

Sarah had the fleeting thought of what the large, warm hand holding her own would feel like caressing her breast. She had to shake the thought from her head. Nick bent his head and kissed the hand he was holding and stopped a moment as he inhaled the strong scent of pussy juices on his only daughter's hand. He felt his cock spring to attention as he inhaled the sweet musky scent. It was intoxicatingly delicious. Was she...had she been...masturbating? 

He then noticed something slick on his hand. He looked into Sarah's eyes and was transfixed a moment thinking of his baby touching herself and what a pussy that produced this intoxicating smell would look and taste like. His penis throbbed and he needed release.

"I'll let you get some sleep, Sarah," he said and kissed her forehead and then her cheek. 

She turned her head to kiss him and their lips touched in a kiss that would normally be a typical father-daughter goodnight kiss. His lips lingered a moment longer than usual however and when he opened his eyes, his daughter was looking right at him. Their eyes locked a moment before he caught hold of himself and pulled away from her. 

"Goodnight, daddy," she said softly. 

"Goodnight, Sarah". 

He left the room and hurried to his own, where he quickly pulled off his robe, threw himself on his bed and reached down to stroke his throbbing cock. He brought the hand with the wetness to his nose and inhaled deeply as he jerked himself off. God, she smelled delicious. He imagined himself licking her, being able to inhale all her scent, and feel her juices run down his face. What would it be like to eat out and fuck such a young pussy? 

Dare he ...lick the wetness on his finger? His tongue snaked out and he groaned when he tasted what could be nothing else but pussy juices. His daughter's pussy juices! He was pulling on his cock furiously as he sucked his hand and imagined his tongue inside his beautiful daughter. 

For the first time he realized what a sexy beautiful woman she had become. She was no longer a child-she was a woman who had sexual desires and who had a pussy that produced the most delicious juices he had ever tasted! When he came he thought his balls were going to explode with the intensity of his ejaculation. Thick streams of cum spewed out across his stomach. 

He mixed his cum with his daughter's juices on his hand and groaned with the taste of the two mixed together. Suddenly, the realization of what he had just done hit him and he thrust his head into his pillow, willing sleep to come as soon as possible to make him forget what monstrosity he had just done- what atrocious thoughts he had had about his own daughter!

Chapter Four: "Sexual Stirrings Continue Between Daddy and Daughter"

Over the next few months, the sexual attraction both father and daughter felt for one another increased. As the summer progressed and the heat intensified, Sarah had started to wear shorter shorts and tighter tops around the house, sometimes without a bra. Her plump breasts pressed against the fabric of her t-shirts, forcing her nipples to harden into tight buds that poked through the cotton fabric. At night she wore t-shirts to bed that hung just above her upper thigh, barely covering her butt. It was nothing new, as she had always worn these types of clothes in the summer but Nick had never before paid attention to the woman that had emerged underneath those clothes. 

She would offer to fix a cup of tea or pop popcorn for her father in the evening and he would watch her from the den reach up in the cupboard for sugar or a tea bag, and see the hem of her t-shirt rise to the curve of her buttocks. He wished on more than one occasion that he could come up behind her and caress the full curves of her ass, slip a hand between her cheeks and find the sweet musky scent that drove him to his obsession with her. 




Amusement Park Adventure Pt. 01



When she would curl up on the couch positioned across from his armchair and fall asleep watching the evening news, or reading a book as he read the newspaper, her legs would sometimes fall open and be slightly parted, just enough so he could catch a glimpse of her white panties. He dared to stroke his cock once while looking at her, but then panicked when she suddenly awoke from her dozing and he had to cover himself up with his robe and cross his legs to hide his engorged penis. Nick excused himself on at least a dozen occasions to jack off in his bedroom or in the bathroom. 

He was still seeing Carly, but now when he was inside of her, it was Sarah's face he saw. It was Sarah's pussy he was licking and fucking. It was Sarah he was cumming all over. Carly had become his sexual outlet for the ravenous hunger he felt for his daughter. Carly had no idea his increased passion was a result of his lust for his young daughter. She thought she was well on her way to making Nick her own and a few steps closer to gaining a hold on his handsome financial endowments. 

Sarah noticed her father had taken to wearing only a robe or a pair of boxers in the evening as he sat to read the paper. Sometimes she noticed a bulge begin to grow and she had the strongest urge to sit on his lap and curl her head against his chest. She wondered what he would do if she did in fact perch herself on his lap. 

How delicious that glorious bump in his boxers would feel as she ground her ass and pussy against it! She wasn't sure but she thought her father had suddenly started to be less discreet when he left the bathroom after a shower wearing only a towel. She never remembered him doing that before. He had always before emerged from a shower fully dressed. 

He had also started to bring Carly home more and she would stay overnight more often. He thought she did not know that he had snuck Carly into the house unbeknownst to his daughter. He tried to be discreet about it but Sarah always knew. She had discovered that she could hear them in the vent in the laundry room one evening when she was washing clothes, and since her discovery she would often creep downstairs on nights Carly slept over and listen to them fuck as she frigged her pussy, imagining it was she her father was fucking. 

She would hear Carly's moans and her father's voice saying things like, "I want to fuck your tight pussy so hard, baby. Do you like my cock in your tight cunt? Do you like being fucked by my thick meat?" 

Once she thought she heard him call Carly his little girl and asked her if she liked being filled by daddy's big dick. Sarah couldn't help but rub herself furiously as she heard her father's big cock fill Carly and slosh inside her pussy. 

While neither father nor daughter had made advances toward one another, each one aware that this line could never be crossed, the air between them was alive with electricity. A few times, their goodnight kisses lasted just a moment or two longer than usual. Just long enough for their lips to linger against one another. 

Sarah's tongue once slid across Nick's bottom lip so quickly when he leaned in to kiss her goodnight, Nick was unsure if it even happened. He looked into her eyes and abruptly moved away from Sarah and rushed off to his room when he saw the glimmer of heat in her eye. He wanted to kiss her as a man kissed a woman but knew this was his baby and he could never do such a thing to her. 

Sarah would sometimes find her father watching her as she cooked dinner or spoke on the phone to a friend. She would catch his eye and he would look quickly away, refocusing his attention to his newspaper or law briefs he was preparing. She had the slightest feeling of nausea at times when she saw a look of hunger in his eye, knowing he was her father but she also felt gooseflesh on her skin and the growing tingling between her legs that indicated she was turned on. 

Once when racing each other in the pool while doing their usual evening laps, they accidentally bumped into one another, Sarah's hand brushing against Nick's cock. She had murmured an apology and he had pretended it hadn't happened, diving under water to swim the length of the pool in one breath. 

Just last week the two were playing water tag as they had always done, when Nick caught Sarah and began to tickle her. She had been laughing so hard that she choked on water when she was trying to get away from him. He grabbed her and held her arms in the air over her head to help her stop choking. 

She had instinctively wrapped her legs around him to keep from going under the water and their bodies had pressed closely together. Sarah could feel Nick's penis pressed against the thin fold of her bathing suit crotch and pressed against him harder. Nick had naturally pushed himself closer in response to her body's reaction to his own. 

One side of Sarah's bathing suit strap had become loosened in the midst of their rough housing and her left breast became exposed, the nipple lying taut against the surface of the cool water. She had been unable to cover herself as her father had her hands above her head and she had been choking. Nick's eyes transfixed to her beautiful full breast. He was in awe of the beauty of her creamy skin and the large pink areola surrounding the stiff nipple. The combination of her pussy clenched against his crotch and her nipple floating on the water was almost too much for him to bear and he immediately grew rock hard. 

Sarah felt his hardness and the familiar ache in her pussy. The suddenness of their touch caused Nick to loosen his grip on Sarah's extended arms causing her to fall against her father's hard chest. Her stiff nipples pressed into the wiry hair on his chest. It was as if someone had pressed a hot iron to their flesh. The heat was intense and burning. Their eyes locked and the look of bewilderment and desire flashed between them. 

Suddenly, they heard a familiar high pitched, "Helloooooo" coming from the upstairs kitchen window. They pulled away quickly from one another, each swimming to opposite sides of the pool. When Carly appeared on the deck, Nick was already wrapping a towel around his waist and Sarah was swimming vigorously under water, avoiding any contact with either Carly or her father. 

Chapter Five: "The Remainder of the Car Ride"

Father and daughter sat in silence for a long while thinking about the mutual attraction each one felt for the other and of the events that had been transpiring over the course of the last year. Both were repelled by the attraction they felt for one another but also hungry with unfulfilled desire. The pair had secretly hoped for something more on this amusement park trip together. Nick was determined though to not hurt his girl. He told himself that she did not know any better and he was a grown man who should have been able to control his own desires, especially for his own flesh and blood! But God did he want her. 

Sarah had thought this trip would be the perfect opportunity to test her father, to see if he really was attracted to her, if he wanted her as a woman. She was growing to care less and less about the fact that the man seated next to her, the one whom she had just flirted with and sucked strawberry juices from his fingers was her own father. She was also determined to not let that conniving bitch Carly marry her father, and she hoped this trip would change his mind about Carly.

Sarah suddenly leaned forward and turned the radio up, drowning out the silence that had been between them. She began singing the Def Leppard song "Pour Some Sugar on Me" and playing to an air guitar. He laughed out loud and joined in the fun. They drove the rest of the way singing and laughing, the air between them more comfortable than it had been in a while. 

When they got to the amusement park, Sarah called, "Race you to the gates!" and took off, leaving her father in her tail. 

He locked up the car and took off as fast as he could, catching up to her in no time at all. When he did, he grabbed her and swung her around just as he had always done ever since she was small and challenged him to a race. When he was settling her down from her spin in the air, he tried to ignore the hard nipples pressing through Sarah's t-shirt. 

She suddenly hugged him tight; forcing him to feel the very nipples he had been trying to avoid noticing. She had purposely pressed her hard nips against his chest, knowing he had seen them puckered. She shivered slightly, feeling the length of him against her, wondering how good it would feel to have her father pressing her up against a wall as he thrust into her, his mouth suckling the very nipples he had just so openly stared at, and she so unashamedly had pressed against him. 

She pulled away as quickly as she had assaulted him with her breasts and laughed gaily, calling, "Come on, daddy," in a voice that was half woman and half girl. Sarah took his hand and dragged him, laughing, to the ticket booth.

He watched the curve of her hips and ass move side to side in a sexy stride as she walked in front of him. The hems of her denim shorts were frayed and served to accentuate her muscled thighs. Thighs he couldn't help but imagine spread and pressed against her head as furiously licked and sucked her pussy. 

He shook his head slowly as he purchased their tickets, thinking to himself, "It was going to be a very long weekend."



Amusement Park Adventure Pt. 02



Chapter Six: "The Haunted House"

The afternoon sun blared down unrelentingly. It was the type of mid-July heat that made your body warm and in a state of constant semi-arousal, a hypnagogic state where everything seems cloudy yet vivid, and both real and not. Nick and Sarah were hyperaware of one another's presence. Familiar touches on the small of his daughter's back or the brush of her father's hand against hers felt sensual, and almost dangerous. Unspoken thoughts and desires were electric and hung in the air between father and daughter. 

The precarious balance of familiar father-daughter roles and the unfamiliar taboo roles of lover to lover teetered as the afternoon wore on. Nick struggled with feelings of fatherly love and protection with the kind of longing and desire one feels for a lover while Sarah felt herself tossed between seductress and little girl. 

Sarah had always been able to talk to her father about anything, and felt he was her confidant. She trusted him implicitly and had always told him her friendship, boyfriend and school woes. He had even given her the birds and the bees talk a few years ago when she started dating. 

"Dad?" she asked him, while they were waiting on line for the haunted house.

"Yes, honey?" he answered.

"Do you still miss mom?" she asked. 

Nick's expression grew serious and he answered her in a grave voice. "Yes, Sarah. I miss your mom a lot. Not a day goes by that I don't think of her." 

She nodded and looked down, her eyes glistening. Nick pulled her close and hugged her. "You miss mom, too, huh kiddo?" he asked her. Sarah nodded. 

"You know, she would be very proud of you if she were here today, Sarah. You have grown into a very beautiful and smart woman," he told her.

"Do I remind you of her at all, dad? Do I look like her at all?" she asked him.

Nick looked at his daughter and again marveled at how beautiful she had become. She did have a striking resemblance to her mother. He nodded and reached out to stroke the curve of her face. "You take after your mother very much, Sarah. You look a lot like her when she was young. She was just a few years older than you when I met her."

Sarah nodded and then was quiet a moment. She appeared to be thinking, chewing on a thought she was struggling to get out.

"Do you love Carly as much as you loved mom? Do you wish she was here right now? Are you sorry you didn't take her with us?" The questions came in a barrage as she was able to find the courage to ask about what had been very much on her mind. 

"Hold on, honey," he said and held her at arms length to look her directly in the eye. "I never said I was in love with Carly. And no, I am not sorry she is not here. This is our time together, baby." 

She looked at him dubiously. 

"I am serious, Sarah. I like Carly well enough but she is not your mother and YOU are my number one priority. No one will ever take the place of my girl. Understood?" he asked as he squeezed her upper arms. 

Sarah nodded. "Promise me you'll never leave me, daddy?" she asked. 

"I promise", he responded solemnly. 

"Will I always be your little girl?" she asked. 

He nodded. "Always," he answered. 

"I hope I find someone one day who loves me as much as you do, daddy," Sarah said.

She was so beautiful, he thought to himself as he looked into her deep brown eyes. He found himself wanting to kiss her, but not in a fatherly way. He wanted to show her what he thought of her, how much he loved her and wanted to be with her. If only she knew that it was her he thought about as he was thrusting his bursting cock into Carly. It seemed every day he could not get his mind off the scent of his daughter's luscious pussy. By the time he saw Carly, he was beside himself and just wanted to find release. He berated himself silently for the prurient thoughts about his own daughter. He must be a pervert.

Sarah wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him tight, as a small child would, dismantling his irreverent thoughts. Nick stroked the top of his daughter's head, running his fingers across the silky blonde hair at the crown of her head and down her long pony tail, losing his fingers in the soft strands of thick hair. Sarah sighed deeply. She had always loved her hair being stroked.

He felt her hot breathe in the crook of his neck where she had rested her head. The hands that were caressing his back in the way she had when she was a child suddenly felt like the hands of a woman exploring the muscles of her lover's back. He felt his skin tingle and when she placed a small kiss that turned into several small kisses on his neck; he found his hands wound tightly in her hair, pulling her pony tail the way a lover in the throes of ecstasy might. 

"Come on! Move it, lovebirds!" called out someone from the back of the line, eluding the father daughter lubricious embrace. A space had cleared in front of them during their hug. They pulled apart reluctantly. 

The pair waited in silence, avoiding one another's eyes. Nick didn't know what he should do at this point. He had clearly enjoyed his daughter's touch, as he was certain would have been evident to her. Yet, she was his daughter and it was wrong. 

Sarah knew she had turned her father on, and if that damn guy in the back hadn't interrupted them, who knows what would have happened next. She knew she was playing with fire, but her desire for her father had won out from any practical thoughts she might have had about the situation. She was determined to drive her father to the point where he was beside himself and wanted only her. What was more, she wanted to hear him say it aloud, and not just show her.

When they finally were able to get in the car that would take them on the tour of the haunted house, Nick felt relieved that there would be some reprieve from the heavy silence that had been between them and that they would be distracted during the ride. His daughter had always liked the haunted house, and always managed to get a scare, no matter how many times they had been through it.

"Isn't it funny that guy thought we were lovers?" she asked. 

"Yeah," he managed to say, caught off guard by his daughter using the word 'lover' to describe them. 

I have an idea," she said. "Let's pretend to be girlfriend and boyfriend." 

"Sarah," he began, "I don't think that is a very good idea." 

"Why?" she asked.

"First of all, I am much older than you. No one would believe you would be seen dating a guy like me. Second of all, I am your father," he said.

"Dad," she said, "You look like you are in your thirties and it would not be so strange for a girl my age to be with a man your age. Plus, you're hot. And, anyway, no one has to know we're father and daughter." 

He laughed and looked at his daughter. "You're just saying that because I am your father and you have to be nice." 

"No, I'm not," she said with emphasis, "All my friends think so too," she added. "Besides," she continued, "It isn't like we are actually going to DO anything. We are just going to pretend. It will be fun! Plus, I will feel older and it is my birthday after all. You did say we could do anything I wanted to, right?" With that, she took his hand and laced her fingers into his own. "Come on. Please?" she begged.

Against his better judgment, he agreed. "Ok. Just for fun and just for make-believe," he said. It couldn't hurt anything to pretend, he reconciled with himself. Inside though, he knew they were playing with fire. But, he just couldn't stop himself. Or perhaps he didn't want to. The more honest thought came floating forward, unwanted, from his conscience. He decided to ignore it. Just for the moment.

Sarah grinned at her father and he grinned back as the car moved forward. They entered complete darkness. She instinctively moved closer to her father and went to reach for his hand, which she found resting on his lap. He wrapped an arm around his daughter and drew her closer to him as he had always done when she was frightened. He felt her small hand rest on his leg and then grip his pants when a bloody man with an axe through his skull jumped out from the darkness. 

A banshee-like ghoul came screeching above their heads, and she let out a scream, buried her head into the space between his arm and chest covered her face with two hands. They both laughed and he squeezed her. She relaxed into him and took the hand that was in his lap. Her hand pressed against his crotch and she left it there. 

His body stiffened and his heart hammered at her touch. He sharply inhaled. Nick was frozen, unsure what to do. He did not want her to remove her hand. It felt so damn good to have his baby touching his cock. 

He was turned on, which Sarah knew by the instant erection that arose as her hand touched her father's shaft through his pants. His dick was now as hard as steel but Sarah had made no attempt to move her hand. In fact, she began to rub his hand with her fingers, which caused her hand to rub against his cock back and forth. He felt the back of her hand moving against the length of his cock slowly but steadily. 

He was afraid to move. What if she really did not realize what she was touching? A sudden movement by him would surely make her take notice and embarrass her. He did not want to do that. Was it possible though that she was aware of what she was touching? Was it possible that his daughter was purposely touching his cock? The thought made him even more turned on and his cock stiffened further. 

He heard her murmur, "I love you, daddy", into his chest. 

God, how he had always loved hearing her say that but now, he thought how badly he wanted to hear her say those words as he was inside her. He thought to himself, "How could he think such a thing about his own daughter?"

Nick felt a hard nipple pressed into his chest from the breast she had against him, which made him suddenly realize that she did indeed know what she was doing. The rubbing against his hand had become faster and his cock had sprung up between his hand and hers so that she was now rubbing his cock directly instead of his hand. He was losing his mind with desire. He struggled with what he should do. His excitement won out, and decided that he too could play at this game. 

The arm he had wrapped around her shoulders drooped lower so that his hand was covering the breast not pressed against his chest. Around them came the sounds of the howls of the haunted house and the shrieks from children and adults alike in cars behind and in front of them. Nick began softly caressing Sarah's breast through her t-shirt. Her nipple poked through the fabric. He rolled the large nipple between his fingers. Sarah moaned and whispered, "Daddy. Mmmmm."

He felt his cock grow hard as steel. She now had a good grip at the base of his dick, and was slowly moving her hand up and down against the length of his shaft. "You're so hard, daddy," she said in a sexy whisper.

He wanted to take her and fuck her right there in that car. She was turning him on in ways she did not even realize. This was like a fantasy coming true for him. He continued pinching and pulling on her large nip. 

Sarah was writhing in her seat. She couldn't believe her father's hands were on her breasts. "God, they felt so good touching her," she thought to herself. Her nipples had never felt as rock hard and on fire as they did now with her father rolling her large nipple between his thick, warm fingers! Her lips found the skin of her father's neck and softly began to suck on his warm, salty tasting flesh. She felt the cock in her hands twitch and gave a sultry laugh into her father's neck, making him grow even harder with the vibration of her mouth on his throat. For the moment the pair did not give a second thought to the fact that what they were doing was wrong. They were lost in ecstasy.

Too soon, they began to approach the opening of the tunnel and light began to filter in. Nick removed his hand from his daughter's breast and Sarah pulled her hand off her father's cock. Nick attempted to adjust himself and pressed down on his large erection as unnoticeably as he could. When the ride came to a halt, Nick got out, extended his hand to his daughter and helped her out of the car. He couldn't help but notice her tan, shapely calves topped off with firm, muscled thighs. 

Chapter Seven: "The Carousel"

They were both very turned on at this point, in a state of high arousal. "I want to ride a stallion," Sarah said as she looked into her father's eyes suggestively. 

"W-w-what?" he stammered. 

Sarah pointed to the carousel. "You have a dirty mind, old man," she said in a sarcastic voice. 

He smacked her ass playfully. "Who are you calling old?" 

"Ah, so you are dirty?" she teased. 

The line was short for the carousel, so they were able to get on in a matter of minutes. "Pick your stallion, honey," Nick said in a low voice. 

Sarah spun around and narrowed her eyes at him, looking him up and down in a flirtatious manner. When had his daughter learned to flirt like that? She got a wicked smile on her face and selected the horse to her right. "This one," she said looking directly into his eyes. "I want to ride this one." She smirked at him and he shook his head slowly. 

"Incorrigible," he said. She raised her eyebrows in a suggestive manner and blew a little kiss his way as she batted her eyelashes. He took a deep breathe and then hopped onto the horse next to the one she had chosen.

The horse she had selected was high off the ground. Sarah put a foot into the saddle and swung her leg around the back of the horse in an exaggerated manner, sticking her rounded ass out as she did. She tossed her blonde silky pony tail over her shoulder as she was straddling the carousel horse and looked in her father's direction to make sure he was looking at her ass.

He was and was transfixed by the sight of her curves and by the way she had straddled the back of the horse. He was imagining what it would be like if she were to straddle and ride him. He felt another erection start to build. 

Sarah grabbed onto the pole in front of her and kept her back straight so that her breasts were thrust in the air and buttocks were pushed out behind her. She felt completely alive as she flirted openly with her father. She began to roll her hips and bounce slightly up and down on the horse. "Remember how much I used to like riding, dad?" she asked. "I guess some things you just don't forget how to do," Sarah said as she pretended to trot the horse. 

She could feel herself grow wet with each downward bounce onto the back of the horse. She thought how hot it would be to be riding her father instead of the horse and felt her pussy throb with excitement. She longed to feel his huge cock deep inside of her, buried to the hilt. She was certain he would completely fill her. Nick's eyes nearly flew out of his head when he saw his daughter practically fucking the horse she was on. He wondered where she had learned to roll her hips in such a seductive way.

When the carousel had come to an end, she didn't want to get off and asked if he would get on the horse with her. "Just like we used to do when I was little and we would go riding together," she cajoled. 

He shook his head, unsure if he should keep continuing with the game they were playing, but he felt so far gone he barely cared at this point. He hopped onto the horse behind his daughter and she settled back into him as the ride took off once again, taking its 360 degree course. 

Sarah could feel her father's hardening cock press into her buttocks and she pressed her ass as close as she could to him so that she was practically sitting on his hardness. "I like to ride real slow, trotting up and down nice and evenly, enjoying the feeling. What do you think, Daddy?" Sarah asked in a low, sultry voice. 

Nick gulped and said, "Taking your time while riding does make for a nice long ride, Sarah. There is nothing like a drawn out, leisurely ride." He continued, getting into their flirtation, "Sometimes though, you want to go a little faster. Sometimes I like to gallop for a while, riding real hard and fast, so that the sensation becomes almost unbearable until you become so out of breath from the exertion that you have to slow down again before you become fully spent." 

Sarah was turned on and could feel her pussy dripping juices, saturating her panties. Hearing her father's low, seductive voice in her ear telling her how he liked to fuck was driving her wild.

"Then what happens when you slow down, Daddy?" she asked in a little girl voice. 

"Then you take it slow for a while, drawing out the ride, making sure you get the full experience and depth of the motion. When you can't hold back any longer, you start riding real hard and fast again until you reach the point of no return and all your senses are completely taken over in the moment. Nothing else matters but what you are feeling right then and there." Nick's voice was low and even. He was trying to keep his breathing regular and his emotions under control. The task was becoming more impossible to do.

They became silent, each breathing a bit heavier than before. The ride came to a stop and he helped her off. "Let's go get wet and cool off, daddy," Sarah said, breaking the sexual tension that had overcome the two, and she pulled him toward the water rides.

Chapter Eight-"The Fight"

They rode the log plume ride- the kind where you sit in a car, one behind the other, and go through a series of dips, each one making you successively wetter, until the final plunge where you become soaked. They laughed themselves silly and enjoyed the feel of the cool water on their flesh, hot with the warmth of the late afternoon sun. 

When they got out of the log car, Nick's eyes widened at the sight of his daughter's full breasts clearly outlined in her soaked white t-shirt. What was more, her nipples were clearly visible and erect through the fabric. Their rosy color was evident through what he saw now as a demi cup translucent bra, which barely covered her luscious looking breasts. He gulped and licked his lips at the sight of the huge, dark areolas completely noticeable through the translucent t-shirt. 

Sarah looked down to see what had stolen her father's attention and smiled when she realized the effect she was having on him. "Like what you see, Nick?" she asked him in a seductive voice. 

"God, Sarah," he started but stopped, unsure what to even say next. He berated himself silently for openly staring at his daughter's breasts but could barely help himself.

Sarah moved closer to her father so that she was merely a few inches away from him. The currents of electricity that sparked between their bodies couldn't be denied. She took Nick's hand and brought it to rest on the curve of her hip, and took a step closer to him so that their bodies were just barely touching. 

"Feel how wet I am," she said in a low voice, as she took Nick's other hand and brought it to rest on the space between her breasts. He could feel the curve of her breast bone and the movement of her chest as she breathed deeply. 

He was paralyzed, unable to move, except for the growing hardness that had developed between his legs. 

"Are you as wet as I am?" she asked in a seductive voice. She was willing him to kiss her, to do something. Her body was not touching his but she could feel the fire coursing through her father's blood as her own body gave off an undeniable heat indicating her desire. She wanted desperately to pull her father towards her, press her breasts against him and feel his cock pressed between her damp legs. She was so wet and eager for her father's cock. He would slip inside her easily if he took her at that moment. 

But, she knew she needed to take it slow. She needed to work him up so that there was no doubt in his mind about what he wanted and what he should do. She was going to seduce him, but it would have to be him to make the first move to take her. That way she would know for certain he wanted her.




Amusement Park Adventure Pt. 03



Note: This is the third part in the Amusement Park Adventures series. If you haven't read the first two parts, you may want to prior to reading this one. For those of you who have been following Nick and Sarah's adventure, I hope you enjoy this installment!

Chapter Nine: "The Bathroom"

The cool air in the hotel was a refreshing change from the heat of the late afternoon sun in the park. Sarah shivered slightly with the change in temperature, causing her nipples to harden into stiff points that poked through her still damp shirt from the water rides they had ventured onto prior to leaving the park. 

Nick noted the hard nipples of his daughter through her t-shirt and couldn't help but feel a tingle of excitement course through his body. He quickly admonished himself. 

Apparently the desk clerk, "BOB", as he wryly noted from the name tag, had observed them as well and was ogling his daughter appreciatively. Sarah had smiled back at the clerk and a flutter of flirtatious glances and smiles passed between the two. 

Nick caught the exchange and felt a surge of anger. He felt belligerent at the clerk for staring and even angrier at his daughter for flirting back. He cleared his throat abruptly and his eyes flashed as they made contact with the clerk's eyes, who in turn blushed and returned his full attention to checking his patrons in. 

Nick tried to understand why feelings of anger had just come over him. He asked himself, "Would a normal father be upset if a good-looking young man flirted with his daughter? He was after all, about her age. Didn't she have the right to be attracted to someone her own age? It wasn't like he could keep her to himself forever." 

Nick continued his contemplation in the elevator as they were ascending to their room. He tried to reconcile with himself. He was only feeling protective of his baby. He was just starting to realize that she was no longer a baby. She would be leaving him one of these days. That thought tore at his heart strings. Then the more lascivious thoughts of her sleeping with another man entered his mind. 

Someone else would be enjoying her body. Running his fingers through her hair; kissing those luscious lips and those incredible breasts with the huge, hard nipples; smelling her; rubbing his cock against her swollen pussy lips before slipping inside her tight, wet twat. 

God, he was driving himself crazy! He really was a sick man. Fathers shouldn't think about their daughters this way. He sighed in irritation and pushed at the elevator button repeatedly, as if to make the elevator move faster. 

When they finally reached their floor, and had entered the room, Sarah sighed happily as she saw what would be their home for the next few days for the first time. She threw her bags on the floor and tore through the room like a child would on Christmas, examining every crevice.

"It's perfect!" Sarah exclaimed. Her father grunted. He was acting irritable and cranky. She chose to ignore him and decided instead to concentrate on checking out the room. 

It was just as she had hoped. With the exception of course for the double beds in the room. But, aside from that, the room was spacious and almost luxurious. She bounced on a bed and noted it was both firm and plush –the mattress thick and cushiony. There was a couch, a couple of overstuffed arm chairs, a mini bar and large flat screen TV. And the view! 

She sighed and clapped her hands together as she ran to open the sliding doors that led to an outdoor patio. It was spectacular. The veranda had chairs and potted plants and overlooked the city and beach. The sun was still in the sky, but she could see the city lights beginning to sparkle. She stood outside a few minutes, breathing in the salty air and feeling the wind blow her hair, whipping her pony tail against her cheek.

Sarah wandered into the bathroom as her father checked his work messages. She stopped in the doorway and took in the expanse of the room with awe. It was a large room with an inviting Jacuzzi tub. The lip of the tub was certainly large enough for a person to sit. Or lie back against. Perhaps even two people, she thought wickedly. 

At least if one of them were leaning back, there certainly would be enough room for someone....her father...to be ...hmmm...let's see...kneeling in front of her between her legs suckling on her swollen clit; standing in front of her as she lie back as his thick cock slid into her tight wet hole or even perhaps fucking her from behind as she leaned against the wall with her legs spread apart, her breasts swaying with every thrust into her slick pussy. She sighed deeply, and murmured her approval, lost in her fantasies.

"Hmmm? Nick prompted his daughter. "What's that?"

Sarah's internal reverie was broken. She turned to look at her father, who had come to see what she was admiring. "Look, Daddy," Sarah said as she walked into the room. "Isn't this a gorgeous bathroom?" She walked into the room, and perched herself on the edge of the tub. The tiles, a shade darker than the cream colored walls, felt cool against the warm skin of the backs of her thighs. She leaned back, extended one leg so that it was stretched out in front of her, while her other leg was slightly bent and resting on the other side of the tub. She looked at her father intently. "It's so big and roomy," she said. "Perfect for a bubble bath, don't you think?" 

Nick looked at his daughter with her spread shapely legs. Her eyes had half closed and she had one hand resting on her taut lower belly, the fingers just slightly grazing the top part of her mound as her other hand had come to rest on her breast bone, pulling the fabric of her t-shirt down, accentuating her full breasts. He could see the creamy softness of her inner thighs, now exposed by the shorts that had ridden higher than they had been all day.

A vision popped into his mind of his daughter lying there naked with her pussy spread open for his full view. He would love to be between those legs sucking on her clit, smelling her intoxicating scent again. His cock stiffened at the memory of the smell of her wet pussy on his fingers.

She was at the perfect height for him to walk over, release his now painfully restrained cock and watch her suck him until he came all over those plump breasts, he thought. How he would love to taste himself on her sweet smelling skin as he cleaned her off with his tongue. He wondered what her pussy looked like. Would the hair there be the same shade as her blonde mane, or a shade or two darker? Did she even have hair there? He decided he didn't care. Either way it would turn him on to see it. Hell, he was turned on now and couldn't see it!

"It's so big," Sarah repeated. She had opened her eyes and was staring straight at him, looking at the bulge that had emerged in his jeans. 

He caught her eye and felt the blush rise, coloring his cheeks. He wasn't sure if she was still talking about the tub. He coughed, and cleared his throat. "I, uhm...I uhm...think I'll go and check my messages."

"I thought you just did that," she said pointedly. 

"Yeah, uhm...I did. I have to make a few calls, I mean. Return some calls from the messages I received," he said. 

Sarah shrugged, stood up and walked over to him slowly. She stopped in front of him, stood on her toes and kissed him full on the mouth, but quickly. She could feel his erection press into her stomach and felt a shiver work its way through her body. "Thanks for a great day, Daddy," she said as she slipped past him, her body brushing his, sending bolts of electricity through him. Nick stood a moment, with his eyes closed, trying to regain some sense of control over his body. He heard her say, "I think I'll take a bath before dinner, Daddy."

He was still standing in the doorway when she had returned with her bag, and slid past him again. She put the bag down, which was nearly bursting at the seams, with a grunt and bent down to unzip it. He watched her curved ass, and admired the definition in her upper legs, the muscles hard with the strain of her movement. 

She turned suddenly. "Are you leaving? Or are you going to watch?" she asked with a smirk. 

"No, of course not. I'm leaving," he said as he backed up, out of the doorway. "I'm leaving," he repeated again, to himself. 

Sarah had already returned to busying herself with removing her toiletries from her bag. He noted the bottles of scented lotions and soaps she removed from her bag, and what appeared to be some type of silky lingerie lying on top of her clothing, peeking from the opened folds of the bursting bag. 

Sarah stood, and removed the damp t-shirt she was wearing. As her shirt came over her head, she noted her father still standing in the doorway. "Dad!" she called out, in protest. "What are you doing?"

Nick's eyes grew wide, and he had the expression of a deer caught in the headlights. "I uhm... I need to use the bathroom before you get in the shower," Nick said, fishing for an excuse. 

Sarah sighed with impatience. "I'll hurry," he assured her.

Sarah walked to the door, where Nick was filling the doorway so she had no room to move around him. He was transfixed at the sight of her full breasts practically popping out of her bra, the fullness of her breasts accentuated by the demi-cups that pressed her breasts together and up, the large, rose colored areolas visible.

She decided to throw caution to the wind, and threw her arms around her father, pulling his neck toward her, and pressing her forehead against his, so that they were eye to eye. Nick's body grew stiff. He didn't know where to put his hands, so awkwardly left them at his side, feeling the cool, silky skin of the sides of his daughter's naked belly. "You're a silly man, Nick," she said with a girlish laugh. 

Nick's cock strained painfully against his pants. The nearness of his daughter in a half naked state with her nearly exposed tits pressed against him was pushing him over the precipice, of which he was quickly losing footing. 

Sarah pulled herself away from the awkward embrace suddenly, with the expertise of a woman who knows when to be brazen and just when to play coy. As she slipped past him, her hand grazed the outline of his engorged cock, feeling its length and thickness, and his desire for her. "Don't be long now," she called out, playfully. She walked into the bedroom, still shirtless.

Nick closed the bathroom door with shaking hands and unzipped his pants, releasing his throbbing penis. He stood over the toilet, holding his dick in his hands, knowing there was no way he would be able to piss with his cock in the state it was in. He was sweating, he noted, as a trickle of salty liquid slid down his forehead and landed on his upper lip. He needed release. The temptations of the day had begun to wear him down. He was in a shit mood, irritable and angry. And turned on to the point of being crazed. He knew he shouldn't be excited by his daughter, his own flesh and blood. 

The other side of him argued, how could any man not have a reaction when a woman is pressing her tits against him or sliding her hand across the length of his cock as she walked by? Or when she's pressing her ass against his aching cock? His recalled Sarah's earlier actions on the carousel.

He stood there, his dick in his hand, standing over the toilet, and started to stroke his hard cock, seemingly not of his own volition. His hand gripped the base and slowly slid down the long length of his shaft again and again. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes. Pre-cum oozed from the tip of his head. 

On his next stroke up, he engulfed the engorged, purple head of his cock and caressed it with his cupped hand, smearing the thick pre-cum across the entire head, and then down the length of his dick. He imagined it as the wetness of Sarah's pussy, and started to stroke himself more vigorously as he moaned. A strangled sound came from him and his eyes flew open, as he remembered his daughter was just outside the door. His heart thumped in his chest and he hoped she didn't hear him. 

His eyes landed again on Sarah's bag. He couldn't help himself. Curiosity got the better of him. He bent over, still stroking his cock, maintaining the rhythm, and picked up a silky garment. It was a black lace panty. The front was nearly see-through. He imagined his little girl wearing the piece of lingerie and his strokes sped up, increasing with intensity so that his hand was rapidly pumping his throbbing prick. He brought the lacy panty to his face and rubbed the sheer material over his cheeks and nose, and against his lips, imagining his face and mouth rubbing against his baby's mound as he was getting ready to dive into her sweet pussy. 

A flash of recognition that he should not be doing this ran through him but he was beyond the point of no return. Nick brought the panty down to his aching cock and jerked off with it, the fabric making contact with his dick now, rather than the skin of his hand. It was almost too much to bear and he gasped as he felt his balls constrict. 

Now he had both hands on himself, one pumping his shaft while the other massaged and squeezed his balls. "Oh fuck," he groaned. "Oh fuck!" The pressure was building up in his sack and he was going to erupt any second. He didn't even think to remove Sarah's panties from his cock so that they wouldn't be ruined. 

"Urmph, mmhhm, urggggggggh!" he groaned as quietly as he could as his cock jerked and twitched as it shot his hot, thick load into his baby girl's panties, the image of his cum erupting onto his daughter's panty clad pussy as she lie back caressing her own breasts, pulling on her own nipples taking over his mind.

He continued to pump his cock as he watched the last squirts thrust from his now relieved cock, and realized suddenly that he had just jerked off into his daughter's underwear, ruining them. "Shit!" he muttered. "Shit, shit, shit," he repeated, overwhelmed with horror at the recognition of what he had just done. "What the fuck am I going to do now?" 

"Daaaaaad!" called Sarah, right outside the door. 

Nick quickly zipped his pants up and stuffed the cum sodden panties into his pocket. "Coming! Coming!" he called out in a rushed voice.

Sarah had been outside the door; listening to the sounds she knew her father was trying to keep quiet. Her pussy was dripping with excitement as she imagined her father standing there stroking his hard on. The hard on that she gave him! She could feel the slickness build between her legs and knew she couldn't wait until tonight when she hoped to have broken her father down to get some satisfaction. 

She ran her hands over her breasts and felt her nipples harden in response. One hand slipped inside the cup of her bra and began to fondle her breast, kneading it slowly with the palm of her hand as she twisted her long pointed nipple with her fingers. The other hand slipped down between her legs and caressed her pussy through her wet panties, feeling her own heat emanate from within her slit. 

A finger slid itself along the length of her slit, and between her lips, pulling the fabric of the panty into her pussy. She used the silky material to provide friction as she found her swollen nub and circled it with the tip of her finger. As she heard the unmistakable sounds of a man cumming, Sarah closed her eyes and pictured her father's huge cock twitching as he spurted gobs of thick, white spunk on her clit as she held it open for him to jerk off onto. She needed to cum badly now and knocked on the door impatiently.

Nick finally opened the door after he had splashed cold water onto his face. He found his daughter standing there wearing nothing but her bra and panties with a flushed look on her face. "Sarah!"

"I had to...I wanted to sit on the bed and my shorts were wet. You took forever!" she said as she stood in the doorway, one hand on the door frame above her head and one on her hip. "I kept my underwear on though. They're pretty wet too," she said softly as she looked Nick directly into his eye. 

Nick noticed her nipples were rock hard and poking through the fabric of her bra. His eyes traveled the length of her body. The panties she wore were white and matched the translucent material of her bra. He could see a shadow from the patch between her legs and the slit of her pussy outlined. He again felt himself aroused. 

"Feel all better now?" she asked innocently. 

He looked at her suspiciously. Had she heard him? It was a question they often asked one another teasingly over the years when someone had to pee really badly. He wasn't sure.

"Can I get in there now?" she asked impatiently.

Nick nodded and moved aside, pressing himself against the vanity so that she could enter the bathroom without touching him. He couldn't handle more contact. He turned to leave and closed the door behind him. He stood a moment with his hand on the knob and eyes closed as he fought to catch his breath and regain his wits.

Chapter Ten: "The Bubble Bath"

Sarah turned the hot water on, poured in a vast amount of bubble bath and stood in front of the long mirror opposite the tub and watched herself as she again ran her hands over her covered breasts and mound. She smiled a slow seductive smile, and imagined she was staring into her father's eyes as he watched her putting on a little show for him.

She slowly removed her bra and panties, releasing her full breasts, watching them swing forth as they were freed from their restricting cloth. Her nipples grew harder with the caress of the cool air against them and she took each one into her fingers and pulled on them. She slowly slid a finger into her mouth and wet it, feeling her warm breath, and then brought the hot wetness to her nipple, which reacted pleasantly, as she did the same with other. 

Her right hand traveled the length of her taut stomach, across her belly. Now both hands were caressing her full hips and rounded ass. Her right hand moved lower and found her protruding mound of hair. The hair on her pussy was darker than her long blonde mane. It was the color of sand and curly. She kept it neatly trimmed so the curls were short, but they were thick and formed a pretty patch that just covered her pink pussy lips.

Sarah turned around and spread her legs apart, bending slightly at the waist. She watched herself in the mirror, her head turned over her shoulder. She could see her pussy between her ass cheeks and was turned on at the site of her damp curls beneath her rosy pink hole. She positioned one knee on the rim of the tub and stretched her arm around her back and lightly caressed her puckered asshole along the path down to her now dripping pussy.

Her hand slid slowly over the length of her slit. She could feel her own slickness and heat. Her curls were wet and slightly sticking together at the opening of her pussy. She didn't allow her fingers to enter herself just yet. She wanted to cum but she also knew how to take it slow and enjoy the buildup. 

Her hands stroked the curve of her full ass and then traveled back up to her sides and moved to the front to cup her breasts and gently squeeze them. She climbed the rim of the tub so that her feet and legs were covered with the soapy water. Sarah perched herself once again on the edge of the tub and leaned back against it, feeling the cold tiles a stark contrast to the heat of the water. 

The steam in the room made her feel deliciously woozy. She spread her legs and ran her hands over her protruding mound, feeling the delicious thrills resulting from her own touch. She thought of her father standing there earlier watching her as she sat in this same spot and wished he was there watching her now. She would love to show him how turned on he made her, how hot she was listening to him jerk off, how excited she was from their flirting during the day, the feel of his hard cock pressed against her when they hugged and during the one kiss he gave her. She moaned at the memory of his lips on hers kissing her hesitatingly, as his cock was right between her legs, pressing against her pussy, telling her how much he wanted her.




Amusement Park Adventure Pt. 04



Chapter 13: "Dinner"

By the time Nick had emerged from his cold shower, which had served to cool his flaming appetite to a manageable level, Sarah had dressed and was waiting for him on the veranda. At first he did not see her, and was filled with momentary guilt at the thought of her running off as a result of his actions. "Sarah! Sarah?" he called out as he walked through the room.

From behind the parted sliding door curtain, he heard a small voice. "I'm out here." 

He sauntered through the room and ventured outdoors, the warmth of the early evening engulfing his body, countering the cool temperature of his skin. His hair was wet, combed back and he had shaved and changed into a pair of khakis and button down shirt. He haltered just outside the opening of the door as he spotted his daughter at the far end of the porch, her arms folded on the ledge, as she stood looking out at the ocean. 

His breath caught. 

Her thick, blonde hair had been pulled into a twist at the top of her head with a tortoiseshell comb. Soft wisps of hair that had come lose were blowing gently with the wind. She wore a simple bias cut, v-neck halter top black linen dress, stockings and heels. The pearls were at her neck, an iridescent glow radiating from the lustrous beads. 

When she turned, he again inhaled sharply. Her frontal view was even more stunning than her profile. The dress was cut tastefully low, displaying her ample cleavage. The dress clung to her full hips sensually. She smiled a slow smile. 

"Sarah...you look...absolutely...stunning," he managed to finally say.

She laughed and replied, "You don't look half bad yourself."

She walked over to him and straightened his collar, smoothing down his buttoned shirt front. "Passable," she said nodding with a furrowed brow, feigning seriousness. 

He bowed slightly. "Thank you, madam." He looked at her, as if scrutinizing her. "You're missing something."

"What?" Sarah looked down; inspecting herself for anything she may have neglected to put on. When she looked back up, her face twisted in a questioning look, he was holding out a small gift box, wrapped in silver paper, topped with a large graceful bow.

"What's this?"

"Open it and you'll find out," he answered, laughing lightly. 

"You've already given me too much," she implored. "Nonsense. I could never give you enough, Sarah. Plus, it's your birthday. I get an extra special reason to spoil you today." He held the box out, pushing it into her hands.

Sarah carefully opened the paper to find a smaller box, similar to the one her necklace had been in. She opened it up and threw her arms around her father's neck in excitement. "Thank you! They're beautiful. And they match the necklace!" she exclaimed.

Sarah ran into the room, and began to insert the pearl drop earrings, replacing them where her silver studs had been. She ran back out onto the veranda to show off her new earrings. 

Nick was beaming; thrilled his daughter loved the gift he had chosen for her. 

"They're perfect, Daddy!" she said breathlessly as she again wrapped her arms around his neck and showered his cheek with what felt like a thousand kisses. 

Nick's heart was warm and filled with love for his only daughter. He hugged her tightly and tried to keep thoughts of how good her warm, curvy body felt against his own; how delicious her hair and neck smelled; how he could feel her soft, full breasts pressed against his chest and the small of her back through the thin linen of her dress where his arms held her. As he felt his cock begin to stir, he pulled away from her gently and held her at arm's length. 

"You look beautiful, Sarah. I'm so pleased you like the earrings," he said. "Let's start heading to the restaurant. It's just down the street. It's a beautiful night, we can walk there."

Sarah nodded and said, "Let me fetch my purse."

He watched the curve of her ass and the feminine sway of her hips as she walked away. He shook his head for what must have been the twentieth time that day, and followed her into the room. 

As they left the hotel, Sarah linked her arm through her father's and smiled up at him. 

He smiled down at her, his heart beating hard in his chest. They walked in silence a few moments. Nick could feel the rise of the breasts lightly touching his arm as she inhaled the salty sharpness of the sea air. 

"Mmmmm. I love the smell of the ocean," she said blissfully.

Nick cleared his throat. "Hungry?" he asked. 

"Famished!" she exclaimed. He nodded slightly, unsure of what to say next. He couldn't remember the last time he felt such discomfort in the presence of his daughter. He usually had more to say to Carly, who wasn't exactly a connoisseur of conversation. 

Entering the restaurant, Nick could see the heads of several men turn and stare at the beauty on his arm. He clasped his hand around Sarah's and pulled her closer, protectively, instinctually. 

They were escorted to their seats, at a table in the back of the restaurant. The plush chairs were spaced at a 90 degree angle, providing an even cozier setting in the dimly lit room. Nick took the privilege of holding his daughter's chair out away from the maitre de. He touched the small of Sarah's back, motioning her to sit, his hand draping slightly, coming to rest on what he discovered was bare skin beneath her dress. He shivered.

Nick ordered a bottle of Riesling and smiled at his surprised daughter. "It's a special occasion." 

She raised her eyebrows in sultry look that made his cock twitch. What the hell was he doing ordering a bottle of wine for him and his daughter?

"This is a lovely restaurant," Sarah commented, resting her hand lightly on Nick's forearm. She could feel the strength of his arm beneath the cotton of his shirt, and could not resist grazing her fingers across the length of his arm. Heat emanated from between her legs.

Nick nodded, thankful the heavy cotton tablecloth was long enough to cover his twitching. He turned his attention to the menu. "What will you order, love?"

Sarah pursed her lips, slightly chewing on her bottom lip thoughtfully. "The zucchini blossoms sound delicious to start with...and I think I will have the risotto alla primavera." She looked up from the menu. "And you?"

"Clams oreganata and the....veal francaise with the polenta gratin and mushroom bolognese," he said definitively as he closed the menu, placing it back on the table. Not knowing what to do with his hands, he reached to tear a piece of bread apart from the crusty loaf, dipping it in the rosemary and garlic infused oil. 

Sarah placed her chin upon her hand, and gazed at her father adoringly.

Nick pointed to the bread basket. "Try some. The crust is sensational." 

She lifted her chin expectantly at him. He tore a piece, dipped it in the nutty tasting olive oil and carefully brought it to his daughter's lips. 

Sarah accepted his offering. 

Nick watched as her lips enclosed around the bit of bread, her lips extending to softly touch his fingers, her velvet tongue brushing his skin, sending bullets of fire through him. He was momentarily transfixed by her mouth, and at first did not notice that her hand had come to rest on his upper thigh as she leaned forward during her taste. 

A clearing of the throat brought back Nick's attention as he tried to cool down the waves of heat circulating within him. 

Sarah smiled at the waiter and took pleasure in the flustered behavior that she created within her father as she listened to him order for the both of them, stopping often to clear his throat. His normally cool and collected manner had dissipated. 

The hand on her father's leg moved so that she had his inner thigh clasped lightly within her hand, squeezing his muscle with tender, sensual movements. She smiled inwardly as she felt his quadriceps tighten and his opposite leg begin to shake nervously as he continued to place their order, his sentences halting.

As the waiter walked away, Nick drained his glass of wine in one swallow. He needed to calm his nerves. The sensations created by his daughter's hand on his thigh were intoxicating, nearly paralyzing. He recognized that the touch was intentional this time, but felt little ability to remove her hand. Nor, did he want to, he admitted reluctantly to himself. 

Sarah sipped her wine, swirling the liquid slowly in her glass, savoring the delicate peach flavor which was neither too sweet nor too dry. "Delicious," she commented.

Nick nodded in agreement and topped off Sarah's glass, and then his own. He coughed. "I was thinking after dinner we could stop at the hotel bar. They have a jazz band playing tonight. "

Sarah's eyes lit up. "That would be so much fun!" 

"What would you like to do tomorrow?"

"Could we go back to the park and go on the safari maybe?" she suggested. "And to the beach?" she added. 

"Sure, that sounds like a good plan. Do you remember the time when you were little and an ostrich came right us, and started to peck at the bugs on the outside of the car? You practically jumped right into my lap! You wouldn't tear yourself away from me for the rest of the ride." Nick chuckled at the memory.

Sarah laughed along with her father, before saying, "I always felt safe in your arms." She squeezed his thigh, the side of her palm now against his balls. She imagined the weight of them in her palms and shivered.

"You're too old now to sit on my lap though," Nick pointed out, growing slightly serious. 

"I don't think a woman is ever too old to sit on a man's lap," Sarah remarked, her words carefully chosen and said in a low voice as she leaned forward.

The innuendo was not lost on Nick and he glanced down to look at the sides of her breasts, exposed slightly, the cleavage deepened with her new position. 

"Do you like the necklace on me, Daddy?" Sarah asked in a seductive tone, her father's attention on her breasts not unnoticed.

"They're beautiful." 

"The necklace or my breasts?" Sarah removed the hand from her father's thigh, and slipped it under the string of pearls, sliding her hand under one of the straps of her dress, lifting it just enough so that her nipple was exposed for his view.

Nick felt a flush rise, burning his cheeks, his eyes growing glossy and watery from the prickly heat burning behind them. His eyes were glued to the pink, tightly puckered nipple on the end of a full breast, the flesh creamy and inviting.

"Well, um...." His mouth had gone dry, and he licked his lips. 

"Unless you have a pearl fetish, I'm going to guess you like the look of my breasts." 

Nick felt the burn rise high on his cheeks. Prickles of cold sweat formed on his back and neck. He hooked two fingers inside his shirt collar, trying to loosen the grip he felt forming in his throat. 

The waiter appeared, and settled a plate in front of each of them. Nick was grateful for the distraction. 

Sarah however, saw this as another opportunity to seduce her father. She knew full well her father's pleasure of good food. When she was young, it was her mother who had provided him with delicacies to delight his senses, and it was she who after her mother's death, had taken over the role of cook, creating delicious dishes that had pleased her father. 

They often cooked together, finding reprieve in the sound of a chopping knife against the cutting board, experimenting with spices until they gave just the right amount of flavor to a dish, and designing concoctions based on taste, texture and just their senses.

Sarah delicately picked up the zucchini blossom, and bit into it, savoring first the crispness, and then the soft silkiness of the ricotta, and the sharpness of the Parmigiano on her tongue. She offered the other half to her father, holding the blossom to his lips, carefully weighing it on her fingers as he took a bite. He murmured his appreciation as he closed his eyes, tasting the morsel.

Sarah dipped her finger into the remaining bite, the creamy interior reminding her of the day she watched her father's own cream spurt onto Carly's stomach. Her eyes lit with mischief as she lifted her covered finger to her father's mouth. "Do you taste a hint of nutmeg?"

Nick saw the gleam in his daughter's eyes and felt the familiar throbbing between his legs at the sight of her cream covered finger. He teetered on the edge of sucking her pretty finger, desire taking hold of his body. 

Sarah left little room for him to waver. 

She brought her offering closer to his mouth and then touched his bottom lip, tracing a line along its full curve with the finger of her other hand, as if saying, "Open up."

"Taste," she demanded quietly. 

Nick obliged, and opened his mouth, accepting both her finger and the ricotta dollop she had on top of it. He closed his lips, stopping at the bottom tip of her pointer finger. But she slid her finger into his mouth deeper, slowly penetrating his warmth.  

He felt delirious. 

Sarah felt her nipples pucker and a throb begin between her thighs. She imagined the heat of his mouth suckling her breasts, her swollen clitoris. A shiver worked its way up her spine. 

"Nutmeg?" she asked again. Her finger played with his tongue, circling the tip playfully.

He nodded. His head was spinning. Nick reached under the table and tried to tame the hardness with his hand. Seconds later it was covered with her hand and the memory of their ride through the haunted house briefly flashed through his mind, scattering any thoughts of reason he may have had left. He grew harder. He met her finger with his tongue and caressed the intruding digit before pursing his lips, and suckling it.

Sarah leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Both spicy and sweet mingled together." 

She slowly removed her teasing finger from his mouth, watching it slip from his warmth, and then enclosed it within her own mouth as she slid it past her pink heart shaped lips. Nick's eyes grew wide. He watched her teeth glide against the sides of her finger as she slowly removed it from her mouth, her eyes glued to his own. Her hand came to rest on his own above his cock. She slipped her hand under his so that it was her hand pressed down on him and not his own.

"I've heard some people get high on a few tablespoons of nutmeg- a sort of drowsy euphoria. Me, I can think of other ways to feel elated," she commented nonchalantly. Her hand gripped his length, but she did nothing more than hold him, as she lifted her wine glass to her lips and drained it.

"Did you ever get high, Dad?" Her finger pointed to the bottle of wine and he filled her glass. 

"Well, yes. In high school and college a few times. Pot."

"Anything else?"

"Coke a couple of times." He was having trouble concentrating, her random questioning as she stroked him throwing him off kilter. He was certain there was a wet spot on his pants. 

"What was it like? I've heard it is better than sex. An orgasmic rush," she murmured. Her face was close, her body leaning so that he could see her nipple as the fabric covering it flexed. 

He shrugged. "Some people say it is."

"Your clams are getting cold." She tossed her head towards the barely touched appetizer.

Nick picked up his fork as if on autopilot and attempted to eat some of his food. He was unable to taste anything, the memory of her juices on his tongue. He needed her. He wanted her. He knew there was no denying it anymore. What they were doing now, this flirting—what they had been doing all day was over the line, he knew. He wasn't sure if he could cross the next line, though. He knew he shouldn't. That much he knew. 

He saw the waiter approach, and he grabbed Sarah's wrist. 

She laughed and merely took his hand and placed it on her knee. When the waiter had cleared their plates, she said, "No one can see. We're tucked here in the back, our legs covered by the tablecloth. Besides, I'm sure the waiters have seen it all."

Her leg burned where his hand was and she ached to feel him touch her. 

Steaming platters were carried to their table. Nick ordered another bottle of wine as he poured the last of the previous contents into their glasses. He was already starting to feel warm from the alcohol. But at least it blurred his conscience slightly. 

Sarah dipped her fork into the risotto, and tasted the tender bite of the rice, the creamy consistency. The delicate crunch of the vegetables offset the texture well and she expressed her appreciation for the dish to the waiter as the next bottle of wine was served. 

Nick lifted a bite of polenta on his fork and offered it to his daughter, who slid the smoothness onto her tongue. He gazed at her mouth lustily, hungry to kiss her. His hand started caressing her knee in small circles, seemingly not of his own volition. Moving his thumb higher onto her thigh, he continued the circular movement on her knee. He could feel her stocking, silky against his fingers and an image of what she would look like with her thighs spread flashed through his mind.

Sarah closed her eyes briefly, the sensation of her father's hand on her sending her mind reeling, the throbbing intensifying between her thighs. She parted her legs slightly, inviting him to go further.

Nick moved his hand merely an inch higher so it was now on the bottom of her thigh. The lace strip on her stocking met his fingers. They continued their slow caress, moving between silk and lace, silk and lace. He fed her another forkful of polenta, covering it with the Bolognese, and watched as a sautéed mushroom slid past her luscious lips. 

In turn, she offered him a taste of the delicate risotto, her eyes shimmering with lust, glued to his mouth. Nick moved his hand higher. She reached out and softly grazed his bottom lip with her fingertip, wiping a touch of what lingered there. He caught her finger and drew it into his mouth, creating a vacuum as he slid his tongue onto her soft skin. Before releasing it, he lightly scraped her with his teeth. Her nipples puckered, sending prickles of goose bumps appearing on her tanned arms.

Lower, his palm moved, now caressing her inner thigh. He imagined their softness inviting his mouth to further explore her. His mind was ravished, consumed by his need of her. 

"You haven't touched your veal," she said breathlessly.

He looked at his plate briefly and then back at her. He didn't want to tear his hand away from her leg even for the brief moment it would take to carefully cut a sliver of the tender meat. 

She seemed to have read his mind and gently pushed his hand off her lap, fighting back her own urges. 

Reluctantly, Nick returned to his dish and the two ate in silence for several long minutes, the tension so thick in the air, his knife could cut it. The second bottle of wine drained, although he wasn't sure when that happened. He had lost track of time.

"My napkin fell." She looked at him. He searched her face, hesitating a few seconds.

"I'll get it for you." Nick pulled his pants up at the knee an inch, loosening the fabric before getting on his knee. His face was eye level with her breasts. 

Sarah looked around and seeing no interest directed at them, pulled her shoulders back, effectively pressing her breasts forward. He watched in awe as she brought her thumb and forefinger to her nipples and quickly pinched each one. The hard points were clearly visible through her dress and he felt his penis pulsate, his balls constrict almost painfully. Her hand dropped to his shoulder, as if urging him on.

Nick dropped lower, obeying her command, lifted the tablecloth and crawled under. It was dark, the light obscured by the heavy cloth surrounding him. When his eyes adjusted to the shift in light, he saw the shadow of her legs, the black heels she wore pointed outward, her thighs parted, the hem of her dress in her hands, lifted high on her thighs, exposing herself to him. 




Amusement Park Day and Ride Home



This last summer my wife Brenda asked me what I wanted for my birthday. We were limited on funds and, besides, I really didn't need anything. I thought about it and said that I wanted to spend a day with her at an amusement park (Busch Gardens) in a city a couple of hours away. However, there were some conditions: she needed to wear something sexy and go braless all day (including the water rides), and on the way home she needed to be naked so we could play in the truck during the drive. The only other thing was that I wanted to end the day with a blowjob in the truck, with me cumming in her mouth. My wife absolutely refuses to let me cum in her mouth, so this would be a big thing for me. She was somewhat unhappy by this request (by the request for bralessness and nakedness, and even more so the cum...) and asked for a condition of her own, that she be allowed not to have me cum in her mouth if she didn't feel like it that day. I agreed. Brenda is usually un-sexual in public and this has been disappointing to me over the years, but I was encouraged that she did not flatly refuse me.

My birthday came and went and we had the big day set for the following Monday. I figured we would enjoy the day more with lighter crowds (shorter lines), plus the roads would be easier to drive. We left that morning with her wearing a jeans miniskirt and bathing suit bottom under it, with a spaghetti strap top and no bra (with a liner, unfortunately, but still shows lots of cleavage and is sexy). Brenda has a great body, in good shape (in her mid-40's, but looks much younger), approx 36D-28-36, about 5'5" tall and only 135 lbs. I am about 6'2", so I am much taller than she is. She has fantastic tits and loves to have them played with when she is in the mood. I love seeing her be sexy in public or public places, but she usually strongly resists me, until I can get a couple of drinks into her. As you will see later, I can usually get her to expose herself to me in the car while we're driving at night, and occasionally seriously play naked in the car, and this really turns me on. It turns her on too, but she doesn't like to admit it. Unfortunately, I don't have any pics of her from this day.

We started driving there and I asked Brenda to drop her top so I could admire her tits while we drove. She refused. We were going thru some issues with a teenage daughter and this would end up being the topic of conversation for a while, killing the "sexy" level of the day, at least at the start. Of course, I was disappointed, but at least I would get a day with her. One of the things Brenda has never really understood was that I married her because I loved her and really did want to spend all of my time with her, even after 20 years. She has been a great mother to my children, but I would really like to have my wife back...

We got to Busch Gardens around 9:30 or 10 AM and found our parking space. I was able to find one on the edge of the parking lot next to the street, but relatively close to some shade trees. We had a change of clothes with us to stay in the truck and I had brought along a few sex toys so we could play after we left the park. We got into the park and started making our way around. Brenda's mood had improved and she was starting to get into the spirit of the day. She looked fantastic in her spaghetti strap top with her big tits bouncing around and lots of cleavage showing. I really wish I had a good picture to show that...

We found that the lines were fairly short and we generally had to stand in line for only 10-15 minutes for each ride. On our first roller coaster we stood in line and there was a long space between where we entered and the group at the front. No one was behind us and the group in front couldn't see us, so I stopped us there and gave her a hug, caressing her ass through the denim skirt. I wanted to drop her top and play with her tits, but I knew she wouldn't go for that, so I started showing affection slowly. She appreciated the affection and snuggled closer to me. Then we moved on to get to the back of the line and held hands until getting on the ride.

We got on the ride and got strapped in. Busch Gardens' roller coasters have these shoulder bars that come down over the shoulders and chest. These are nice and secure, but they hide some great tit shots. Brenda was bending over to remove her flip flops and showing some great gaping cleavage, almost all the way to the nipples. I am sure the male attendant got a thrill from seeing that. Then she sat back up and I was happy to get a nice down-blouse view. Unfortunately, we had to bring down the shoulder bars and that blocked the rest of my view. We took off and bounced up and down, over and around, then came to the end. I would love to have seen her tits coming up out of that top on the ride, especially on some of the upside down runs, but again, my view was blocked...

We enjoyed the ride so much that we decided to repeat it a couple more times. I generally don't ride roller coasters more than a few times in one day because of motion sickness, but I came prepared and I wanted her pumped and primed for a good day. Brenda loves coasters, so I wanted her to ride as many times as she wanted. We even managed to ride first and second row most times that day because of the small crowds.

We left the ride, got our stuff from the locker and headed over to a different section of the park. We strolled through the African section and I hugged her and caressed her every chance I got when no one else was around. We stopped in front of the artificial pool with the hippos and looked through the glass at the fish. There was no one there at the moment, so I hugged her from the back and played with her tits through the top. Brenda looked around quickly, saw no one there, so she let me play for a few moments. We walked on and made it to the safari truck ride. We both sat in the back, but there were too may people for me to play with her. Again, I got some great down-blouse views and I am sure some of the other guys did, too, especially the driver in the rearview mirror. This ride bounces around a lot, so she was really moving under that top.

We moved on to another roller coaster ride and I was treated to more down-blouse shots. By this time Brenda was feeling great. She had never had a chance to ride coasters with me like this before and was really enjoying herself. She was getting more cuddly and affectionate and her appreciation for being with me was growing. I wanted to get her on the bumper cars, but there were too many kids. She would have looked awesome with her tits bouncing around and great down-blouse views for the dads lining the rails waiting for their kids, but it was inappropriate for the kids, so we didn't go.

By this time it was early afternoon. We stopped for lunch at the BBQ restaurant and sat inside in the cold air conditioning. It had been hot outside so we were enjoying the A/C. Brenda was cold because of her bare shoulders, but the cold had made her nipples pop through her top and she was making that top look really good. I stayed there as long as I could enjoying the view, until she decided she was too cold and needed to get back outside. I told her that she was looking extremely fine and that I was appreciating the view and the attention.

After she warmed up we decided to get on the log flume ride. I absolutely love wet rides (like Brenda loves roller coasters), but generally, Brenda doesn't like to get wet. This ride is a hit-or-miss concerning how wet you'll get. I always love a ride where the ladies get soaked and their tits show through or their nipples pop, but this ride is not that good at that. I always keep a sharp eye out for ladies exiting the ride to see if anything looks interesting. The nice thing about this ride is that a couple can ride together in one seat, lady between the legs of the guy, and no one else rides in the same log with them. This is what we did. I had us sit in the front with Brenda sitting between my legs, using the theory that a lower end would throw more water back onto Brenda, maybe improving the view of her tits in a wet top.

As we moved through the ride there were two spots where we were generally out of sight of the other logs. There was an attendant at the top of the rise who could potentially see us, but they stay pretty bored and are absorbed in their headphones. In both of these spots I slipped my hands under Brenda's top and played with her tits under the top. She briefly panicked the first time until I pointed out that no one could see us and there were no cameras. Each time only lasted 30 seconds or so, but I was able to keep my hands under her top on her bare belly for much of the slower portion of the ride, since it was below the sides of the log. Brenda made me get my hands out when we were more visible on the top and on the flume. As we were going down the flume I briefly entertained the notion of lifting Brenda's top to flash her tits for the camera and the crowd, but that would have ended my day then and there. When we got to the bottom the water splashed us and Brenda got her bottoms wet and the bottom of her top, but her tits didn't get wet. Too bad. We both enjoyed the ride, but she didn't want to repeat it because of the line.

Since we were wet we decided to go ahead and ride the raft ride. Again, this is a sometimes ride, where getting soaked is not guaranteed. We had a medium line, so we stood close together and hugged or stayed in close contact while I kept looking down at her and looked down into her top. Every now and then when we were in a place where no one could see her front, I would pull her top down to the edge of her nipples or would sneak my hand up to play with her tits. She was enjoying this, but it was too public for her to get much out of it. I was a walking hard-on. The ride was normal and she didn't really get wet. We repeated this about 2-3 times with the same result. This ride was a bust...

I wanted to ride the sky ride back to the other end of the park so that I could get her alone in a gondola. I wanted to get her tits exposed and to play with them out in the open. Unfortunately, the ride was closed and we had to walk. 

As we were going through the Morocco section we realized that we were in time to watch the Sesame Street show in 4-D. It was hot and our legs were tired, so we went in. Again, Brenda's nipples popped from the cold and she spent her time hugging me for warmth. We got into the auditorium and I steered her into a section of empty seats and rows. No one in front of us for several rows, no one behind us at all, and the closest people were in a group on the same row, but in the middle, away from Brenda. We were close to the end.

This show is 4-D, meaning 3-D with touch stimulation by puffs of air, smells, mist and squirts of water. Again, Brenda doesn't like getting wet, especially her face, so I loaned her my Tilley hat to protect herself from the water sprays. We had a rough idea when the sprays were coming from having been in this show before and from the action on the screen. Brenda kept the hat in front of her and I put my arm around her shoulder to keep her warm. This had the added benefit of allowing me to get my hand over the front to play with her tits. While Brenda has nice, big tits, I also have big hands, so I can really work her tits well, which she really likes.

When the theater went dark I slipped my hand over her shoulder and she put the hat in front of her, hiding her tits from the front. I slipped my hand down her top and played with her tits for a few minutes allowing her to get comfortable with the process. She snuggled in a little closer to me to make it easier for me and I eventually pushed her top down to get both tits completely exposed over the top of her clothes. She kept the hat in front of her with her tits fully out and me playing with them. Every now and then a squirt of water would come and she would snap the hat over her face to protect it, which would leave her tits showing in the light from the screen, along with my hand playing with her nipples. 

She was really getting into it when a lady came walking down the row from the group in the middle. We were toward the exit, so she had to pass us. Brenda tensed up, but there was no way I was going to easily let those tits go now that I had gotten them exposed and got my hand on them. I kept my hand on Brenda's exposed tits and continued to play with her nipples as the lady passed in front of us. Brenda kept the hat over her tits, and the lady was facing us when she scooted by our legs. She must have seen that my hand was under the hat, but she didn't say anything. After she passed and left the theater, Brenda relaxed again and snuggled back into me for more play. 

The show ended all too soon and she pulled herself together, gave me back my hat and we walked outside. I looked down at her top and saw that it was slightly stretched out, showing just a little more cleavage and the tops of her tits well. But what was really outstanding was her nipples were standing up very well and were very obvious, even through the liner of her top. She looked gorgeous. When we got somewhat separated from the crowd Brenda told me that she had really enjoyed my playing with her tits in the theater. Who knows, maybe I can get away with doing that again in a regular movie theater on a future date...

Brenda was feeling turned on and randy by this point, but could admirably restrain herself. I worked the rest of the day to keep her turned on as I wanted to enjoy her sexuality as much as possible. So every chance I got I hugged her, wrapped my arms around her, held her hand and generally kept touching her to make her feel special in the way she enjoys. I also felt her up whenever there was no one else around. We rode a few more roller coasters, ate ice cream and wandered around the park getting hungry until we decided to leave around 6:30 PM to go get some dinner at a decent restaurant in town.

We rode the tram out to the parking lot. It was still about an hour-and-a-half to sundown and she was riding along in the tram with the wind blowing down her top making it open up a bit more. I was enjoying the down-blouse view and I noticed the guy in the next row back sneaking looks, too. Brenda did not seem to notice him. The breeze was cooling her down again, so her nipples got hard and poked her top out. We got off the tram and walked to the truck.

Both of us were hot and felt somewhat grungy by the time we got back into the truck. I turned on the truck to start the A/C, then decided to change clothes there in the parking lot. There were other adults that were coming and going, but our darkly tinted windows kept it from being obvious. Brenda decided to wait. We were going to a decent restaurant for dinner and I wanted her in a nice sundress. We drove out of the parking lot, found the restaurant and she took her dress inside and changed in the bathroom. The dress she chose was of light material, but with lots of color, so it wasn't obvious that she was braless beneath it (unfortunately). It did have bare shoulders, though.

We had a nice dinner and I ordered 2-3 glasses of wine for her. We enjoyed our conversation and she would occasionally pull down one side of the top of her strapless top a little, not enough to expose the whole tit, but down to the top of the nipple, just a little flash. She was very careful to make sure no one was looking when she did that, and hid the potential view from everyone else, so only I could see it. This kept me and her both excited and ready for the rest of the evening. When we left it was dark and I took her down the street to a little adult video store. She needed a new pocket rocket vibrator to replace her dying one, but was nervous about going in. We parked next door and walked over. I kept teasing her about dropping her top and walking with her tits out in the dark parking lot, but she refused. We went inside, found what we wanted and left. It was nice and clean, with a female attendant, so Brenda was somewhat more comfortable, but was still so embarrassed that she wanted to leave quickly.

When we got back into the truck and started to drive out onto the street, she immediately started stripping out of her clothes. I was very surprised at this, since we were on a very busy street with streetlights and stoplights. We were still in the driveway of the parking lot to get onto the street and she already had her top down. A guy on a bicycle drove by before we could get out of the driveway and he got a great tit shot. Usually, she demands to wait until we are on a deserted stretch of road before she will take anything off, but here we are on this street and she is sitting there naked as a jaybird, with streetlights flashing light into the truck through the windshield. Brenda is a strawberry blond who is as white as white can be and her tits were practically glowing in the streetlights. The truck windows are tinted, but they are not privacy dark, so her tits would have been visible to other folks in larger trucks and SUVs. I was extremely excited about the possibility of others seeing my beautiful wife like this. I had her slide over next to me and I wrapped my right arm around her to play with her tits some more. She sat sideways on the seat, leaning against me with her right leg on the seat and her left on the floor.

Brenda stayed in that position all the way through that city. I made sure to stay in the left lane and drive a little slower, and big trucks and SUVs were coming alongside us in the right lane and could see into my truck. Brenda stayed there with my hand playing with her tits and nipples while her hand was playing with her pussy. I don't know if she had her eyes open or closed. Normally she won't ever let anyone even potentially see her naked, but she was fully exposed for everyone who drove by on that side. I kept an eye on the traffic and noticed several larger vehicles pull alongside and watched the guys look at her. They could obviously see that she was naked and I had no doubt they were staring at her glorious tits. At least twice we stopped at a red light and the street lights were shining full on her beautiful body while the guy in the next truck stared at her with a hungry look on his face. She just continued to let me play with her nipples while she rubbed her pussy. She must have kept her eyes closed, or she would have stopped that immediately.

We got onto the interstate for the ride home, with Brenda staying naked and horny. I stayed in the left lane going slightly under the speed limit because I wanted everyone to pass me on the right and see Brenda, if possible. I went ahead and stripped out of my shorts and underwear and rode with only a shirt on. Brenda layed down on the seat on her back with her head on my lap and her legs splayed out toward the passenger door, with her knees in the air. The interstate had occasional streetlights at exits so she showed up in those when we passed, but traffic was relatively light. I played with her nipples while she used her new pocket rocket to bring herself to a wrenching orgasm. After she cums, her nipples are usually too sensitive to be played with any more, but I knew we still had about 1.5 hours of driving to go and I wanted maximum enjoyment, so I let her rest, then played with her tits come more, avoiding her nipples for the time being.

Brenda loves laying in the seat naked while I play with her tits. She will never admit this, but she gets really turned on by this and has fantastic orgasms. She loves it even more if she can see herself laying there by a reflection in the windshield or visors. Someday I will need to mount some kind of temporary mirror on the ceiling of the truck so she can watch herself.

After getting her worked up some more I had her sit up and lean over the back of the seat to get another toy. I wanted her to use her rabbit. I love to see her cum and I also love to see her use a dildo or vibrator inside her. About the only one she likes is the rabbit, so that's what we use. While she was bent over the seat her ass was on full display to anyone who looked through the window. I had intentionally waited until we reached a section with streetlights so her ass would show up in fully lit glory to anyone lucky enough to look. Traffic was moderate at this time, being only about 9:30 or 10 PM, so several cars and trucks went by while she was searching for her rabbit.




Amusement Park Day and Ride Home



When she sat back down she stayed naked on the front seat and got on her hands and knees to give me head while I drove. I played with her big tits while they hung down and showed her ass off to anyone who could see through the tinted glass of the passenger window. Unfortunately, there were few streetlights during this time. Brenda is not the best cocksucker as her jaw starts hurting, but she kept me turned on and hard. She has learned to use her hand in time with her mouth, so sometimes I can get really close to cumming, but that is when she always stops. She sucked on me for about ten minutes, then announced that she would need to go to the bathroom soon. I knew of a rest stop within a few miles, so I said we would stop there. She laid back down on her back and I played with her tits some more.

I pulled into the rest stop and pulled into the far side where there was only a semi rig and a camper, spaced far apart. I parked between them. I knew we couldn't do much there because this state has security at the rest stops to prevent prostitution (too bad, since this cancels so many opportunities to play...). I put on my shorts without underwear (I still had my shirt on), and Brenda slipped on an oversized t-shirt with nothing underneath. It was not particularly thin or see-through, but you could tell she was braless by the way her tits were moving under it.

We both got out and walked past the semi to the bathroom. There were lights in the parking lot, but not bright. We walked to the bathrooms and I watched Brenda's tits sway under the t-shirt. This was extremely exciting to me because I knew she was naked under it. There were only a few people at this rest stop, so it was not crowded. We both went to the bathroom and I got back out first. There were a couple of guys out there waiting for their women, so when Brenda came back the other guys got an eye-full of swaying tits under the t-shirt. Brenda was self-conscious and we walked back to our truck. The way the truck was parked was somewhat sideways to the building, with only the semi on the passenger side. I could see lights on in the camper on the drivers side about 100' away, but no lights in the semi on her side about 75' away. I asked Brenda to pull off her t-shirt before opening the door and get into the truck naked. She was really nervous, but then agreed. 

Brenda pulled her t-shirt over her head while standing next to the truck, naked in all her glory. The parking lot lights shown dimly on her and she looked beautiful. I was hard as a rock. I would have loved to play with her there, but that wasn't the arrangement. I quickly unlocked her door and opened the door to let her in. She had forgotten about the dome light coming on when the door opened (I hadn't... aint I rotten?), so she panicked and jumped into the truck quickly and slammed to door, hoping the light would go off. It didn't and I still had to go around, unlock my door and get in, which I did quickly. I jumped in and started the truck immediately, which turned the light off. Brenda had been fully exposed in the lighted inside of the truck for at least 30-45 seconds and she was not happy about it. After the light went off we looked around and didn't notice anyone looking (I had checked before...), so she calmed down. Even though she was mad, I knew she had enjoyed it.

I went ahead and stripped out of all my clothes and that left both of us naked. I turned on the headlights and slowly drove past the front of the semi with the parking lot lights shining on Brenda through the windshield. I don't know if anyone was in that rig, but they would have gotten a great sight. We pulled back onto the interstate and Brenda laid back down on the seat for me to play with her tits again. I had her put her feet up on the door at the bottom of the window, so that her feet were on the glass. I wanted anyone driving by to see two bare feet on the glass and suspect that some woman was dildoing her pussy while we were driving, which was exactly what we were doing.

While we drove Brenda shoved that rabbit up her cunt and set it to twirling around. She had the vibrator part against her clit and was going to town while I played with her tits and nipples. She really loves it when I pull the nipple up hard enough to lift her tit. She went through a very hard orgasm while doing this, then slowed down. Several vehicles passed us during that time and had to have seen her feet in the window if they were looking (I ALWAYS look...).

About this time we came up on some unexpected road construction. This caused a traffic jam for several miles. We ended up being there for about 35 minutes. I had Brenda stay where she was for part of this, and continued playing with her tits and having her use the rabbit. She had two more orgasms while we were in the traffic jam, just inching along. Then I had her get back to sucking on me. She wasn't willing to get on her hands and knees since everyone would have been able to see her ass, but she laid down on her side facing the seat and sucked on me some more. We pulled up next to some big trucks and SUVs quite a few times while doing all of this, and someone must have seen her feet and legs easily, and would have seen a lot more of her and me if they had looked closely. Sometimes we could clearly see the driver's face while going slowly past, but none of those we could see looked at us. I don't know about those with tinted windows. I can only hope that some folks looked. I would have loved to have been able to open all of the windows and turn on the dome light so everyone could see her, but that was not in the cards.

After the traffic cleared I was pretty worked up. Brenda kept alternating between sucking on me and giving me a handjob. We were getting closer to home, so I wanted go ahead and finish this before we got back into our hometown. I pulled off onto a largish exit where there were lots of interstate-related businesses. I knew there would be empty parking lots we could use so I drove along a frontage road, past a Cracker Barrel with lots of cars still in the lot (plus tons of streetlights) into an empty lot for a neighboring business. The lot was rather large, but well-lit. I parked under a streetlight with the windshield facing the busy Cracker Barrel lot. Brenda was sitting up naked with her tits on display, still playing with my cock to keep me going. When we got parked there was plenty of light coming into the truck through the windshield so that anyone looking over could see us. I turned off the headlights, but kept the engine running for A/C and to keep the windows unfogged. 

I turned in my seat to give Brenda better access to me, raising my right leg onto the seat. Brenda got back onto her hands and knees with her ass facing the passenger window and started sucking on me again with the goal of making me cum. Shortly, I replaced her mouth with my hand and brought myself closer to orgasm. When I got close I told her that I was close and to put her mouth over my cock. She bent forward and wrapped her lips around the head while I kept using my hand. A few seconds later I moved my hand off my cock and put it on the back of her head. I shoved her head down onto my cock, forcing it to the back of her mouth, at her throat. She has a very small throat, so cannot deep-throat me, but I got it as far back as I could without her gagging. I came in the back of her mouth in torrents. After such a long, hot day, followed by an incredibly sexy drive, I spurted about six or seven times. It was an incredible orgasm that left me contorting in my seat.

When I was done cumming Brenda lifted her mouth off my cock and drained the cum onto a towel she had with her. I knew she wouldn't swallow my cum, but I thought she would rinse her mouth afterward with a drink. She did not rinse the taste out! I was surprised, but I definitely was not going to make a comment about it. I pulled her up to me. I was leaning back against the door, head and shoulder above the bottom of the window. I kissed her, hugged her, then turned her around to lean back against me. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her some more while we sat in post-orgasmic bliss. After a few minutes I moved her away from me and pulled on my shorts. I asked her to stay naked for a little while longer until we got closer to home, which she did. She finally started pulling on her clothes when we got to our exit.

This was a fantastic day, drive and night. I hope to repeat it soon.



Amusement Park Fireworks



I was woken by the mouth of my wife sucking on my characteristic morning wood. With a hand hold firmly on my ball sac, she bobbed her head up and down, pressing her tongue on my shaft as she sucked. My cockhead swelled as my conscious mind registered what my unconscious had already been experiencing.

“Good morning babe,” I softly said, gently stroking her long hair away from her face.

“Mmmm, good morning,” she quickly replied not wanting to break her hold on me for too long.

Before inserting my cock back into her mouth, she traced the tip of her tongue around my cock’s glans, flicking the protruding ridge of its head. Releasing my balls, she squeezed my shaft, cutting off its blood flow, causing my cock to produce a dollop of pre-cum. With a cat lick, she drew my offering into her mouth with a broad flat tongue. I moaned and threw my head back on to the pillow.

Knelling perpendicular to me, I reached for her thigh, and made a pulling motion, wanting to get her on top of me in our favorite position: a 69. She eagerly responded and brought her leg over my body, her bald and glistening pussy winking at me, and lowered her hips so I too could feast.

I extended my tongue and ran it up and down her outer lips, purple and swollen; circling her whole pussy, avoiding her inner, brilliant pink zones and love nub. After my third revolution around her dripping pussy, Wendy sucked the whole length of my cock down her throat. I felt my balls tighten, and my vas fill with its imminent launch of man juice. 

“Oh Wendy, suck me good baby, keep sucking,” my state of bliss jumped to a level ten times higher.

I continued making my circles, starting to spiral in, grazing her wet inner lips, until my tongue was pressing against her pussy’s hole. Wendy moaned on to my cock when my lips touched her puffy inner pussy lips. I extended my tongue and inserted an inch or so into her. I reached her outer pussy folds with both hands and pulled them taunt. The pleasurable sensation of being spread caused her legs to splay more so, and I began to fuck her with my tongue. She responded by increasing the pace of her head bobs.

Her exquisite pussy taste flooded my mouth: thick, and musky sour, coating my tongue. I lapped at her hole, thirsting for as much as I could drink. Her hips rolled and I released one of my hands to graze my fingertips along her back bud. She released my throbbing cock once again.

“Oh yeah Colt, suck on my nubbins,” she begged me.

Before I could reposition my mouth to encircle her clit, she returned her mouth to my cock, and started to pound its shaft with a tight fist. My cockhead immediately swelled, signaling to her its eruption. I squeezed her ass, bracing myself as my first jet of juice rocketed out of me.

“OOHHHHHH!” I grunted into her pussy as my cocked pulsed. She stopped sucking and kept her mouth still while her hand pumped my shaft. She locked her teeth right on the ridge of my glans, and tongue-flicked my hole as it spurted the rest of my load. I grunted some more as the pleasure/pain sensations wrecked through my legs with each pulse. My copious amount of man juice poured out of her mouth, across her hand, and down to coat my balls. As soon as I could regain my composure, I returned to sucking on her clit.

“AHHH, suck it, suck it,” she commanded as soon as my lips engulfed her clit. I sucked in, and as rapidly as my tongue could dance, I battered her clit with feathery flicks. Wendy released my cock, anchored her hands on the bed and arched her back. Pulling her hips into me, I forced her pussy hard on to my face. I saw her back bud flutter as her first orgasmic wave crashed over her.

“OOHHHHH, OH, OH, OOOHHHHH!” Her loud moan was guttural and primal. I locked my tongue in place, allowing her to direct the pressure on her swollen clit. I could feel its rigid ness scraping against my tongue, and her pussy hole shuddering against my top lip. My face bucked against here shaking sex as her gyrating hips flexed. I tried to desperately maintain contact with her quivering pussy. Stacey fell upon me, her hair cascading around my cock as I lost my lip lock on her pussy. I gently inserted a finger in her wet hole to the first knuckle. Grinding my digit in a circular motion, I fucked her as she pressed against her clit with her own finger. She slowly brought herself back to an elevated sexual state.

She pulled away from me, and swung around. Inserting my half-hard cock in to her pussy, she laid on top of me, planting a sloppy, cum-covered kiss on to my lips. We exchanged juices as our tongues wrestled. Her pussy was tight, even in my half-erect state, as was usual after she climaxed. Grinding her clit into my pelvis bone, Stacey brought herself to another orgasm as she scratched my pelvis with her coarse, but trimmed, pubic hair. My unresponsive cock eventually became too soft and her hot pussy expelled it from its grip. We both sighed heavily as our connection was broken. Breaking our lip lock, we made eye contact and giggled.

“Good morning, once again, Sunshine!” I laughed.

“Good morning indeed,” she giggled back. “Let’s clean up and get going.”

We were playing hooky from our respective employers today. We did this a couple of times a year. Today seemed as good as any: a rare Southern California occurrence: a cold, rainy, and dreary winter day that kept normal people indoors. What better day to go to the happiest place in the world. We’d have the whole amusement park to ourselves.

Wendy was in and out of the shower before I finished shaving, and by the time I was out of the shower she was dressed. She had laid out the clothes she wanted me to wear. “I little excited, aren’t we?” I asked.

“You don’t know how much so,” she replied with a naughty wink. She was dressed in a loose-fitting, plaid, wool school-girl-type skirt, which went down to just above her knees. She had on black stockings to keep her legs warm, and a fuzzy sweater to keep the rest of her warm. My clothes were a pair of my loose fitting rock climbing pants, and a turtle-neck rugby sweater, underwear mysteriously missing. Matching raincoats and hats completed our outfits.

As she walked out of the bedroom I called to her: “What, no underwear?”

She turned with a devilish look. “No,” she smiled.

We went out for breakfast before the park opened. I stared into her sparkling mischievous eyes. These hooky days always charged her sexual batteries, and made her extra frisky. But every time I tried to cop a feel, or make a move, she rebuffed me, keeping me at arm’s length. She was teasing me, and I loved it. After we parked the car in the structure we walked hand-in-hand to the escalators. Not raining at the time I carried our coats.

“Oh, we forgot the umbrella!” She exclaimed half way down, “I’ll go get it, you stay here.” I stared up the return escalator a she rode back up and enjoyed the view. Stacey nonchalantly hiked her skirt up, and bent to tie a shoe, revealing her bare ass cheeks, and pussy. Her stockings were held up with hot satin pink garters. Others may have seen her too, and I didn’t care, I was too mesmerized by her perfect ass. She quickly came back down, sans umbrella, a huge Cheshire-cat grin beaming as she approached me.

“What happened to the umbrella, and your panties, naughty girl,” I said as I gave her ass a quick swat.

“I don’t know,” she coyly whined like a little girl, pouting her lower lip.

Unfortunately for me, we shared a row of tram seats, prohibiting me from exploring my wife’s outfit. We entered the park, and both smiled as its main entry street was deserted; just as we had desired. 

“Let’s go in the cartoon theatre,” she said as she grabbed my hand pulling me inside. It was empty, and dark. There were about six screens continuously playing different motion picture cartoons in an endless loop. The screens encircled a railed viewing area. Stacey’s intent for the theatre was not to watch any show, she leaped into my arms as fast as she could, crashing her lips on to mine. I dropped our coats over a rail, and pawed at her ass. Raising her skirt, each hand kneaded her muscular cheeks, squeezing them, scratching them, caressing them. Stacey’s hand instantly grabbed my cock; fondling it with fevered strokes. She quickly had my cock filling with blood. My loose-fitting pants allowed it to become fully erect as she stroked me through my pants. Lowering the elastic band of my pants, she soon had my cock head peeking out from its confines. She bent down and licked its slit, coating the head with her spit. Lost in her sexual insatiability, I lowered my pants to me knees, pulled her up, and turned her around. She leaned over the railing as I rubbed my cock against her leaking pussy. I placed the shaft in her well-defined ass crevice and humped her cheeks, achingly teasing her, and myself. 

“Don’t tease, just fuck me,” Stacey pleaded, rising on her toes to get my cock in her. But just as I grabbed my hard cock to aim it in her we were shocked into reality by voices at the theatre’s entry. I quickly pulled my pants up as she ran outside. Just as a family of 5 walked in, I grabbed our coats to hide my pant’s pole. Thankfully it was dark inside, and the family was unaware of what had just happened. I left with my hidden secret still throbbing.

Stacey was giggling as she stood in the street. “You little wench!” I yelled at her half-heartedly. She just wrapped her arms around me, bearing-hugging to feel my still erect cock against her belly, and plunged her tongue into my mouth.

“Let’s go ride the snow toboggan roller-coaster,” she said, again pulling me along.  While waiting, we kissed liked school kids; laughing, talking dirty and thoroughly enjoying each other. By the time we got to the end of the short waiting line, my erection had died. The ride has one person sitting in front of the other’s spread legs. We asked for the last seats, and rode with Stacey in front of me. As soon as we entered the mountain, and began the dark ascent, I reached under her skirt and placed my fingers on her surprisingly soaked pussy. Stacey craned her neck back, and pulled my head into hers, her full lips sucked on my tongue as my fingers rubbed her wet pussy lips. She placed her hand on top of mine and led me to rub her hard. I could hear wet squishy noises as my fingers slid across her plump inner pussy lips. Pressing against my fingers with hers, our digits ground deep into her flesh; her moans vibrating against my mouth. As the ride crested, I easily slid two fingers into her sopping hole. 

The ride jerked us around breaking our lip lock.  With its tight twists and turns I had a hard time keeping my fingers in her. Pulling my sloppy fingers to her mouth, she eagerly sucked them in to clean off her sour girl-juice. I reached under her sweater and grabbed each of her tits, massaging them forcefully as we raced through the faux-mountain. My cock was coming to life again, starting to poke her in the back. Stacey kept her hand on her pussy. I watched her arm flexing and shuddering, wishing my tongue could replace her fingers. The ride dipped in a sudden drop and I felt her tits become almost weightless in my hands. Stacey was screaming from the ride, and grunting from her hand’s gyration. But from experience we knew the ride was coming to its end. I pulled my hands out just as we splashed down in the man-made creek marking the end of the ride. Stacey growled, “Argh, I was so close!” 

With our ever present coats hiding my erection, we slowly climbed out of the toboggan car. I looked her, flushed and frustrated, and asked where to now. “The 3-D movie,” she commanded, as she grabbed my hand and speed-walked to the theater.

We waited about 5-minutes, sat in the very back row, thankfully alone. As soon as the lights went off, and the few other people in the show were focused on the screen with their glasses, Stacey scooted her hips down, and raised her skirt. Her hand began to jiggle her bare and exposed nub. I didn’t care who saw me, I dropped to my knees, and sucked her pussy into my mouth. Stacey moved her hand, placing it on the back of my head, and pushed my face forcefully into her spread sex. I forcefully licked her clit: broad strokes, quick flicks, long rakes. “Make me cum, don’t tease,” she whispered in a hiss.

Sucking in her hard clit, I wagged my tongue back and forth. Her body clenched as her orgasm finally released. I kept wiggling my tongue against her convulsing clit as she bucked her hips against me. Biting her lip to keep her moans muffled, Stacey quivered under me until she pushed my head away. Every now and then she would vocalize her pleasure out loud, blending in with the audience’s occasional gasps, and shrieks at the movie. I quickly sat in my chair, gave a quick look around and was relieved we had gone undetected. As she pressed against her throbbing pussy with one hand, I grabbed her other to stroke my once again hard cock while we kissed her juices off my face.

I was again denied as the movie was ending. My cock was purple and red, angry at its burden of torture. My balls ached with another denial of release. We ran out of the theater: Stacey a little disshelved, me a little frustrated. I saw the restroom and led her this time. I quickly looked inside; it was empty! Grabbing her arm I pulled her in forcefully, and closed us inside the handicap stall.

My cock was still half-hard and was leaving a large wet stain in my pants. Stacey knew what I wanted and dropped to her knees as she yanked the waist band down my legs. My cock sprang out, begging for her mouth to take it. Stacey obliged, and sucked in its whole length. I moaned loudly as I grabbed her head to fuck her mouth. She wrapped her lips around my swollen glans head, and pumped my shaft with a tight vice grip.

“Yeah baby,” I hoarsely whispered, “Suck my cum out.” My hips began to flex in timed rhythm with her hand strokes. She scratched my balls just as they retracted into my body, ready to jettison their bounty. I rose to my toes as I felt my vas fill with cream.

I held my breath and bit my tongue to subdue my groan as I released my quim. Stacey felt my shudder and kept her hand still, using only her thumb to rub against the v-notch just under the pee hole. Her mouth was a vacuum, sucking all I had to give her. My body released and recoiled for every shot I could give her, as I was in pain from her mouth painfully clamped down around its ultra-sensitive head. She swallowed every drop, not even a drip came out to trace down her chin. I meekly smiled as our eyes met, her mouth still around my cockhead. Her eyes lit up as she engulfed my deflating shaft, burying her nose in my small patch of pubic hair. Raking her tongue against the underside of my shaft, she milked any last remnants of cum out me, before pulling me out of her.

Standing, she smiled devilishly as she kissed me. Her cum coated tongue enter my mouth and I tasted my salty essence. My, for the time being, satiated cock deflated and I pulled my pants up. Voices had by now entered the restroom so we stayed put until the coast was clear. At our first opportunity, we raced out giggling to ourselves, just what the place of happiness is supposed to make you do.



Amusement Park Ride



It was a hot July day, the sun beating down as if this was the middle of the desert. I decided to use my season pass and go to the amusement park two towns over to cool off. Lakefront Park has its own beach, a water park and of course amusement park rides, games of skill and the holiday junk food you always find at such places. I tossed a towel, a blanket and a bottle of water into a canvas tote, climbed into my van and drove off.

I could tell from the lot full of cars that the park was going to be crowded. Lakefront is a favorite destination for families day-tripping and is popular for corporate outings, reunions and political rallies. I parked in the season pass-holders' lot and headed for the beach. I saw that the medium sized picnic area was reserved for a family gathering and the large one for a company picnic. Although Lakefront has snack bars and a buffet type restaurant, the management has never had a problem with visitors bringing their own food and charcoal and using the grilles the park provides to cook it. Being accommodating to their customers in areas like bringing their own food and such has a lot to do with why Lakefront is a going concern. The park has been around for more than a century, run by the same family and surviving when many other amusement parks have either been absorbed by chains like Six Flags or have gone out of business. 

Showing my pass at the bathhouse and finding an open spot on the beach near the dock, I spread my blanket, stuffed my keys and sunglasses into the bag and got into the water. Threading my way through the bathers to water deep enough to swim in, I ducked under and came up blowing like a seal. Setting a slow stroke, I headed towards the diving float where a college-age lifeguard stood flirting with the teenage beach bunnies in their barely-there bikinis. I didn't climb on but simply floated for awhile, enjoying the cool water and watching the teens walk through the steps of the mating dance, remembering my own days as a lifeguard at this very park twenty years before. After awhile, I started back in, swimming parallel to the wooden dock the marked the west side of the swimming area. It was then I saw her.

She looked to be about 40, my own age, give or take a couple of years. She wasn't precisely a cougar, but she wasn't bad-looking. She had great legs, pretty feet, a nicely rounded ass and good boobs from what I could see beneath the crocheted net shirt and two piece bathing suit she was wearing. Loose skin in the belly, a souvenir of pregnancy, spoiled her lines somewhat. She had an oval face with a sharp nose and a pointed chin, and black hair with brown skin. A finely woven floppy straw hat with a colorful scarf for a hatband shaded her eyes and a digital camera dangled from one wrist. She snapped a couple of pictures of some kids in the water and caught me looking at her. She gave me a smile and a wiggle as if to say, "Like what you see?" and I smiled appreciatively with a respectful nod. I took my time walking past her, giving her a good visual inspection as I went. She pursed her lips in an air-kiss at me, not seeming to mind male admiration at all.

I lay in the sun for awhile, baking in the heat like a lizard on a rock before returning to the lake to wash the sweat off with another swim. She was still on the dock, dangling her feet in the water and chatting in Spanish with a pair of women a little older than she was. As I waded past, I gave her a sidelong glance. She returned it with a lascivious wink unseen by the two older women (cousins? sisters?) talking above her head. I responded with a smile and a raised eyebrow before breaking forward into a racing dive and heading for deep water. When I came back out, she was putting her camera into a shoulder bag, but paused to give me a speculative look and a smile before turning to follow her relatives, hips seesawing as she walked. Smiling to myself, I packed up my own bag and returned it to my van before heading into the park to enjoy a few of the rides.

The biggest draw at Lakefront is the Green Dragon. It's an old-time wooden coaster that ranks in the Top Twenty of America's traditional wooden roller coasters. Its design was inspired by Coney Island's famous Cyclone, but it's 30 feet higher and the track is a third again as long; and unlike the self-contained Cyclone it runs through part of the park over the heads of the amusement-seekers. It passes next to two or three of the other rides, and there's an arcade that makes use of the dead space under it. The line for the Green Dragon runs alongside the Lakefront Giant Carousel, one of the last in the country that still has a complete set of wooden carousel horses that were hand-carved by master woodcarvers in the 19th Century. My waterside mystery woman was on it. 

She was waiting for the carousel to start up, sitting on one of the taller horses. She spotted me and smiled at me. I smiled back. She gave me an impish wink, and to my surprise and delight began to move on her motionless mount.

Her thighs clamped to the wooden horse, she arched her back and shimmied her shoulders, her full breasts wobbling in their swimsuit top beneath the crocheted shirt. Throwing back her head, she raised her butt up out of the saddle and pressed against the pole running up to the overhead cranks that move the horses up and down, humping it, working it like a stripper onstage with a wriggle that gave me an instant erection. A bell rang twice, warning the riders the carousel was about to start moving, and she blew me a kiss. As the line for the Dragon moved ahead I tried to spot her on each rotation, but couldn't be sure if she saw me.

I am fond of the Green Dragon. The old wooden coasters have a sense of panache and barely controlled danger induced by the shaking of the cars on the tracks that the newer steel coasters and newest suspension coasters just can't match. They may have higher drops and you may pull more gee's at the bottom of the drops and in the turns, but the wooden coasters make it seem like more. I looked at the sky to the west as we climbed the first hill. The air was heavy, and that boded not well. Storm clouds were brewing over that way. I wondered how long the rain they promised would hold off and how long it might last when the storm broke. I forgot about the weather as we topped the hill and with a "Yeee-HAH!" went screaming down.

I got off at the end of the ride, simultaneously exhilarated by the adrenaline rush and disappointed that it was over so soon. I walked down the stairs, intending to get back in line and ride again, when the woman in the crocheted top and straw sun hat came up to me.

"I've been waiting for you," she said in a voice with a sensual purr in it. "I'd like to ride the roller coasters here, but it's no fun by yourself. Interested?" She slipped her arm through mine. I reached over to stroke her arm, enjoying the feel of her soft skin.

"Consider yourself escorted." We got in line for the Dragon.

We exchanged names (Richard and Paloma, respectively) and chatted while we waited for our turn. Paloma had driven up from Fort Lauderdale for her family reunion, as she did every couple of years. I'd seen a neatly lettered sign by the medium sized picnic area marked "Reserved for the Marielito Family," but of course had thought nothing of it. Her two kids were grown and out on their own. She owned a small swimwear shop across from the beach that earned her a nice living. 

I in turn told her about the antique shop I'd inherited and ran with two assistants and a retired furniture maker who worked on commission restoring pieces I found at estate sales and auctions. Summer and fall are my busy seasons, but as I prefer the quest for wares to sitting in the shop, much of the time I was on the road. That the sales which had looked promising this week had been on Thursday and Friday, not Saturday, was what had left me with a free afternoon.

Our turn came and I turned to her. "Front or rear?"

"I like the rear better," she said, giving my arm a squeeze. When the gate opened, I hip-checked a teenage stud aside and beat him to the hindmost seat. I waved Paloma in and sat beside her. Without asking permission, I reached up and plucked the hat off her head. She looked a question and I pointed to a sign prominently displayed by the launcher's station: WE ARE NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR LOST HATS, GLASSES OR OTHER POSSESSIONS.

"Oh." I used the scarf to tie up the brims over the crown and tucked it behind my calves. She tucked her arm in mine again and I laid my hand over hers on the safety bar, our fingers intertwining as the launcher pulled his lever and sent us on our way.

As we climbed the high hill, she snuggled closer and rubbed her leg against mine, looking at me. I smiled back and leaned in to kiss her as we went over the top and plunged down. She shrieked with delight, her black hair streaming in the windblast as we dropped, heedless of the dark clouds gradually closing from the west. We were thrown against each other again and again as we whipped around the turns, catching glimpses of other rides and flying over people on the ground that seemed close enough to touch as we rocketed along. Her eyes were bright as we eased to a stop back at the starting point.

"What other rides do they have here?" she asked. Arm in arm, we set out to try the other thrill rides Lakefront has to offer. She delighted in the Log Flume and the Whitewater Rafts in the waterpark and the Slide of Life that flies you on a pulley on a wire over the parking lot, and was laughing as we joined the line for the Squirrel Slalom. 

The Squirrel Slalom is an 'inside' coaster, like Disney's Space Mountain. You don't get the steep drops the way you do on an outside coaster, but it uses centrifugal force more effectively than most open-air coasters. The Squirrel heightens the effect with darkness, sudden bursts of strobe light in curved tunnels with animatronic yetis, snarling wolves and the like to scare you, unexpected misting sprays and by the bottom, a fog-blaster that makes it seem like you're about to drop off a cliff - right before the brakes cut in and stop your car in the matter of a few feet before allowing you to trickle back into the launch station.

The cars are small, more like an open cockpit airplane than a roller coaster car. The first rider slides all the way to the back, the second sits between his legs, a safety bar comes down and a cover closes over the two of you and locks down before you're sent on your way. I got in first, and Paloma sat in front of me, tossing her hat by her feet. The lid came down with just enough room for our heads to protrude, and off we went into the dark unknown.

Paloma pressed back against me, her buttocks up against my groin. She felt for my hands and brought them around her, purring. I tightened my hold on her. She responded by lifting my hands to her boobs as we slowly climbed. I squeezed them through the openwork top and her swimsuit as she twisted her head around and whispered, "Kiss me." Our lips met, touching lightly. Hers opened beneath mine and her tongue tip brushed mine. She brought my hand under her crocheted shirt and into her suit top. I could feel the weight of her tit in my hand. The car came level and I broke the kiss.

"Hold on," I whispered.

We dropped and whipped into a right-hand turn as lights twinkled in front of our faces. We passed through a mist-curtain and swung back the other way as Paloma cried out. I involuntarily let go of her; she grabbed both hands and put them where she wanted them, one on her tits, the other on her crotch. There was a strange drumming in the air as we whistled down the run. We were tossed back and forth as the car raced down the course, tilting, rising, falling, and slamming through the turns. I heard Paloma moan as my hands tightened and loosened on her as we were flung about, the friction and pressure arousing her. 

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Good! Oh, yes!" 

I could feel the bottom of her suit getting damp where the fabric covered her pudenda. She bucked back against me, feeling my erect tool against her but unable to reach it, locked in as we were. We went into a three turn spiral, the car up at a 30 degree angle, came out of it, and dropped what felt like straight down before being hit with an icy blast of water vapor, the car rising. In total blackness, we were thrown forward as the car abruptly decelerated. We came to a complete halt for about one second, then sedately slid into the station. To my surprise, the platform was deserted as we were helped out of the car.

"Where is everybody?" I asked. The attendant laughed.

"Can't you hear the rain?" He gestured toward the fiberglass shell that enclosed the ride. "It's pouring out there! Management shut all the rides down and we have to clear out. You two were the last car we launched. C'mon, we have to go." He shepherded us to the exit, where he reached for an umbrella that he kept there for just this kind of situation. He waited impatiently for us to leave.

I looked at Paloma and at the rain coming down like a waterfall. "Where are you and your family parked?"

"I'm in Area 4-D."

I shook my head. "Around here, we call 4-D 'Outer Mongolia' because you're about as far from the park entrance as you can get. Look, I'm in 1-B, the season pass-holders' area. How about if we run for that and shelter in my car?" 

Paloma put on her hat, grabbed my hand and we ran out into the rain. Before we had gone 15 feet we were soaked to the skin. The rain was warm and not unpleasant, but it was so heavy I had trouble seeing where I was going. The lots had thinned out from what they had been when I parked. Lots of people had cut their afternoons short when the storm hit. My red extended minivan loomed ahead of us; I pressed the key already in my hand, popped the rear hatch, shoved Paloma inside and clambered in after her, yanking the hatch shut behind us. The rain beat on the roof like a rock drummer working his snare and the thunder boomed like his bass pedal, but we were out of the wet at least.

"Got a bar of soap? We could take a shower together," she laughed.

"I can offer you a towel," I said, extending my beach towel to her. She took it, stripped off her string shirt and started to vigorously dry her hair. I shucked out of my Hawaiian shirt and dried off with the beach blanket. Eventually we were more or less dry. Paloma glanced forward and took note of the curtain that ran across behind the front seats.

"That curtain makes things nice and private," she said.

"Uh-huh. When I'm on a buying trip and I have to stop somewhere, I don't need nosy people looking in and seeing there's something worth stealing inside. The tinted windows block the rear and the sides, but you can still see in through the front windows and the windshield. I rigged it today to keep the heat out."

She moved closer. "So no one can see inside now?"

"No."

"Good." She came to me, lips already parted, her eyes eager. I gathered her in and our lips met, hers opening wide under mine and sucking my tongue into her mouth as we shifted to find a comfortable position. Our hands roamed over each other's bodies, stroking, scratching and caressing as we encouraged the lust in each other. We ended up with her on top of me, rubbing her pubes on my erection as I squeezed her tits through the fabric of her swim top. She sat upright, reached between her boobs, undid a catch and tossed the top aside. I reached out and pulled the strings on her bikini bottom and drew it off her, sending it after the top. She reached down and worked my baggies over my buttocks and off my legs. They landed with a plop on the carpeting next to her suit.

"Much better," she purred. "Let's take our time, shall we?" She bent forward to kiss me deeply as my hands found the breasts hanging in front of me, the erect nipples ready to be teased. I squeezed her full mounds and pulled on her long, baby-suckled nips, pinching and twisting them as she moaned against my mouth, nibbling on my lower lip and whispering to me.

"Yes! Like that! Oh, that's good! Don't stop! That's good, lover! Oh, that's good!"

She was rubbing her clit up and down on my cock and I could feel the moisture starting to seep from her, wetting me and easing the friction. She moved up a bit, arching her back and I got my mouth on a tit, sucking and nibbling her nipple while I tormented her other breast sweetly. She moaned louder and humped her clit faster on me.

"You like that, baby?" I asked around a mouthful of tit-flesh.

"Yes! Don't stop! I'm close! Bite it! Hurt me! I'm gonna - gonna - gonna - CUM!"

Her arms locked rigid and she ground into my crotch as she shrieked the last word into a clap of thunder. I could feel her shuddering as the climax burned through her like the cymbal crash of the lightning bolt that momentarily illuminated the inside of the minivan. She began to slide up and down, rubbing on my cock again, revealing her continuing horniness. I decided it was time to introduce her to my thick seven-inch prick.

"Are you on the pill, baby?"

She leaned forward and kissed me hard as she masturbated herself on my fuckstick. "Don't need it, stud. After my second C-section, the doctor did a hysterectomy. Stop talking and fuck me! I want your beautiful dick, Dick! Open me up and fuck me!"

I grabbed her butt and moved her up a tad more. As she started to move back down I raised my hips and slipped my cock into her wet pussy, parting her cunt lips and shoving it deep inside her. She cried out with pleasure and by the third stroke Paloma's box was filled by my cock while I continued to torment her tits, pinching the nipples and twisting her mams as I used them for leverage.

"You're so big! I feel like you're splitting me in two! Oh god, this is good! Fill me up! Fuck my pussy good, Dick! Fuck me! Fuck me! Don't stop! Ohhhhhh!"

She corkscrewed down as I thrust upward, ramming together as fast as we could. She came again, her hair and eyes wild, bracing herself on my chest as her cunt clamped down and spasmed around the cock driving into her. I didn't stop, keeping up the beat as she surrendered to the ecstasy induced by my prick in her twat. She rose and fell on it, twisting, squeezing, wriggling, seeking more sensation as I fucked her, our minds retreating until nothing mattered but the slippery friction of our bodies melding together. Paloma thrashed and moaned on me, her cunt impaled like a butterfly pinned to a card by my invading male flesh. She immersed herself in the power we shared as I manipulated her willing body, denying me nothing. I could feel my own climax building, the pressure like liquid rock as we rose and fell together. At last I could hold back no longer.

"ARRRGGGH! Oh, yeah!"

Grabbing her by the hips, I forced her down as I thrust up into her. Our pubic bones met and as if that was the trigger, the red-hot magma of my climax erupted into her waiting pussy. Seconds felt like minutes as my penis jerked inside her, my cum shooting up like molten lava at the mouth of a volcano. Her answering shriek told me she had made it too, a very satisfying sound indeed.

As passion subsided, Paloma slipped off of me to lie on the floor of the van beside me, gasping as out heart rates slowed and the world sped back up again. I looked into her dark eyes, soft with satiation.

"Thank you, my stud. I needed that, and I think you did too." She kissed me softly. "Listen. I'm staying at the Twin Pines Motel, about ten minutes from here. Room 31. You know it?"

"I know where it is," I said.

"Meet me there in, say, an hour. I want to pick up where we left off, Dick. I want you inside me again, but in a bed where I can treat you right."

"Don't your relatives expect you for dinner or something?" I asked.

She chuckled as she tied her bikini bottom. "The whole reason I take a motel when I come to these family reunions is all that family togetherness drives me nuts after awhile. The happiest day of my life was the day I moved out of the house into a place of my own, where I didn't have to share the bathroom with five sisters and had a bedroom all to myself." She slipped into her top and tossed me my trunks. "C'mon, lover. Drive me over to Outer Mongolia and my car. I'll be waiting for you. Eagerly waiting for you." I smiled and put my trunks back on.




Amusement Park Ride



I left the park and drove down Highway 36 toward the Twin Pines. There was a strip mall I remembered from my lifeguarding days on the way, and I pulled in. Back then, I'd liked it because it had the only liquor store in the area that didn't look too closely at ID cards. These days, it also had a discount store and a bakery that made really good pastries and cakes. I hit the three in that order and got back into the van. I had repacked my away bag before I set out for the park, and now took clothes from it. When I knocked on the door of Unit 31, I was dressed in a sport shirt, chinos and loafers, and carried a loaded tote.

Paloma opened the door and waved me inside. She closed the door behind us and clicked the deadbolt and the safety bar on. I continued to the table in the room and began taking things from the tote bag, setting them out. A slender vase accepted one silk rose. A molded glass tray received a dozen pastries of various flavors and kinds. I set a magnum of champagne and two glass flutes on the table and took out a silver plastic ice bucket, and a dozen lightly scented candles to set the right mood.

"Do you have any ice?" I asked as I got the candles lit. 

"Right here," she said, handing me one of the square ice buckets motels across the country put in every room. I took it without looking at her and busied myself with icing down the champagne as she set the candles around the room and turned off the lights. I turned around and got my first good look at her in the dim light.

Paloma was wearing a lacy black corset, matching high heels and a filmy robe trimmed in fur. Her hair shone and she'd painted her lips and nails dark red. The corset left her breasts, her ass and her hair-free pussy exposed. If she'd set out to match my mental picture of a slut ready to be fucked, she could have done no better. She walked slowly and sensuously to me.

"Do you like me this way?" Her voice was a come-hither lust call.

I took her hands, pulling her to me. "Very much."

"Show me." Her head tilted up, eyes half closed, her lips slightly parted so I could see the gleam of teeth.

I kissed her, gently at first but quickly abandoning any pretense of subtle seduction as Paloma made it clear she was hot to trot. She wound herself around me, french-kissing me as my hand dropped to the round globes of her ass and squeezed them like ripe fruit. She pressed against the lump in my pants, rubbing up and down as she threw her head back and I lightly bit her neck over her pulse point, one of my hands probing her nether lips and slipping a finger into her. She threw a leg around me and arched her back, using me like the pole in a strip club as she displayed herself to me. I bent my head to her boobs and latched onto a dark brown nipple, pulling it between my teeth as I finger-fucked her box. She hissed her reaction to the mixed pleasure and pain but made no attempt to disengage. She dry-humped my cock as we teased each other, letting our desire for each other build. I felt a hand wind around my back, fingers coming to rest on my head, her nails dancing on my scalp with tiny pinpricks as I pulled on her turgid nip with my teeth. She moaned with need.

"Yeah, lover. I like that. Unh... oh yes... oh yes... unh... unh... oh yes... please..."

Her back arched ever more, causing the black cherry atop her breast to pull s-l-o-o-w-w-l-y through my teeth and out of my mouth as I flicked my tonguetip over it. As it came free, I shifted my grip on Paloma and picked her up, one arm under her shoulders and the other under her thighs. I carried her the three steps to the bed she had turned down and laid her on it, her head on the pillows that were piled against the headboard, her legs parted. Unasked, she pulled her knees apart, spreading herself wide. I caressed her firm thighs, butterfly touches on that silky cinnamon-colored skin, and brought my head down to her pussy.

The inner lips were prominent and dark with the blood that swelled them. The contrast between her labia and the glistening wet pinkness between them was erotic, as was the wetness waiting for me on them. I leaned in and slowly licked them, tasting her nectar like a bee with a lily, savoring the spiciness. Her head came up, startled, and settled back down as I brought my tongue out of her slit to the clitoral shaft at their apex. It was a nice big one, the tip of her clit already starting to peek out of its protective hood. Ignoring it for the moment, I ran my tongue very slowly along the shaft, my spittle providing the lubrication to let me orally service her. 

I took my time, not only because I enjoy going down on a woman but because I wanted to give Paloma a mind-shattering orgasm. It's not something you can do with every partner, or even every time you bed your partner; but she showed all the signs of sensuality that meant she was able to surrender to passion without fear or shame. It takes awhile to fully arouse a woman like that, but if the two of you get her passions up, the results are well worth the effort. A woman who freely gives control of her body to her partner is the best kind of lover, and I was determined to give her my best.

Up and down, along the edges of her nether lips, between them, and back to the clitoral shaft I went, trying not to follow a pattern or predictable path. At the same time I ran my hands over all of her I could reach to heighten her sensations and build anticipation. She purred under my ministrations.

"Oh yesss... oh, yesss... don't stop, baby... please don't stop... I love it... please... don't stop..."

Her hands fell away from her spread legs. One finger circled her aureolas, the friction just short of scratching. The other twined itself into my hair, playing with it as I continued to lick her honeypot. I began to nibble at her clitoral shaft, making the tiniest of bites, like a child eating a cookie as slowly as possible by grinding it one millimeter at a time between his teeth. I heard her gasp at this new feeling and knew I was on the right track. I could feel her female oils on my chin now and slipped my index finger into her box, going in, out, in, out, adding a twist of the wrist to arouse her even more. Without conscious volition, her hips began to move. A second finger joined the first and the speed of their strokes increased little by little. Her breathing was deep, with an occasional gasp as I worked her pussy.

"Yes! Oh yes! Like that! Don't stop, lover! Finger-fuck my twat! Give me more! More! Oh! Please! Faster, darling! Please! I want to! Please! I wanna cum on your hand! More! Please!"

A woman begging you to use her is the best aphrodisiac in the world. I could feel my erection threatening to burst through my slacks, but my cock's demands would have to wait. I shifted my attention to her clit, standing free of its hood now, and licked it. Paloma's ass rose off the bed and her hand tightened on my head, trying to jam it into her cunt. I felt her muscles clamp down on my fingers and knew she had to be close.

"AAHH! Yes! Yes! Yes! Like that! Oh god oh god oh god, I'm close! Please don't tease me! Make me cum, Dick! I want it! I need it! Oh - AIIEEEEE! YESSSS!!"

I had pressed my other hand against her rosebud in frottage. As her cries approached a peak, I forced a finger into her anus, shoved the fingers in her pussy as far in as they would go, pressed down hard with my teeth on her clitoral shaft and at the same time brutally lashed her clit with my tongue, "Brrrrrr!"ing with my lips. Her orgasm exploded in her head, her lower body coming up off the bed, muscles rigid, demanding as much pressure as she could get as she orgasmed for me, her juices spurting onto my face. She dropped back down, limp, gasping with pleasure. I got up and stripped, tossing my clothes on the floor beside the bed until I was naked. Without asking permission, I climbed between her legs, rose up on hands and knees, and entered her.

Paloma reacted to my cock sliding into her most intimate recesses by wrapping her arms around me, locking her legs around my waist and pushing back against the invading prick in a rhythm that allowed maximum penetration. Her hot, dark eyes and red lips locked on mine. Her mouth sucked my tongue into it, hers swirling around it as she writhed under me. I felt her nails dig into my back as she urged me on, breaking the heated kiss so she could get the air she needed to fuck me properly.

"Yes, baby! Fuck my pussy! Fuck it! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a whore! I want it hard! Fuck me, Dick! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Her legs fell away from me and she kicked off her stiletto heels for better traction on the sheets, fucking me back with an eagerness that bordered on desperation. There was nothing subtle about her lovemaking now. She was Woman, a sexual being that eagerly sought release by taking my cock as deep inside her cunt as she could get it, urging the man who was servicing her to ram her like a stallion covering a mare in heat, to mount her and drive his male flesh in and out of her waiting pussy, to use her as men have used women since the dawn of time: to fuck and be fucked; to be pleasured and to give pleasure; to be the receptacle of Man's lust and to lust after him and his magnificent cock in return.

A limber minx with great sexual experience, Paloma and I wrestled together on that bed for a very long time. She was cumming faster now, her head thrashing back and forth on the pillow with the force of her orgasms; and because of our earlier session in the back of the van, I was able to continue pleasuring her for far longer than I would have thought possible. I felt her nails tearing at my back but I didn't care. She was not resisting me, she was urging me on, wanting all I had to give her. Pleasure and pain mixed to form ecstatic sensation for both of us. My own climax built despite my attempts to forestall it, wanting to use her, to never stop using her, to make her cum forever under me and for me, until at last biology overrode training and I could no longer contain it.

"OHHHHH!"

"AIEEHH! YESSS! YESSS! AAAAHH!"

Her pussy clamped and released spasmodically as my cock pumped my sperm into her belly. My climax merged with her orgasm, going on and on and on as my vision narrowed and darkened until my eyes rolled backwards into my head and I collapsed onto Paloma's sweat-soaked body, passed out from the ecstasy we had given and taken.

When I awoke or came back to myself (depending on how one looks at such things), I was lying beside Paloma, our arms and legs still intertwined. The look on her face was sweet. She took my hand and brought it to her mouth, caressing the palm with her lips, tasting the dried pussy-juice on the fingers I'd used in her cunt.

"Richard, darling, thank you."

"Whatever for?" I said, gathering her into my arms and feeling her come willingly to me.

"You know. I've never had a better first time with a lover, and damned few experiences as marvelous as what we just did together." She shifted herself so she could look at me in the candlelight, her breasts brushing against my chest and her fingers playing with my hair. "I don't play the slut with every man I meet, darling. Until I met you, I hadn't had sex in months. I hadn't met a man I wanted in my bed, or in me."

"It can't be from lack of opportunity, Paloma. I mean, you work on one of the most famous beaches in the country -"

"Across from it, actually," she teased with a smile.

"Don't interrupt. With your looks, the line of beachwear you sell, and your location you must have men fawning over you all the time. So why me?"

She snuggled down in my arms again, her nails tracing my muscles. Although I'm no fitness fanatic, I do exercise every day and in the course of my travels schlep furniture and heavy boxes around. This keeps you in good shape. She replied, "You're right. I do get lots of men in the shop. Lots of businessmen hitting on me in the bars after work; lots of visitors trying to pick me up on the beach, especially during Spring Break every year.

"But very few men turn me on. The businessmen, nine out of ten have slipped the leash and are out for a bit of slap and tickle with no concern for the girl except that she look good on their arm and in their bed; mice playing while the cat's away, or more exactly mice who are away playing until they have to return to the cat. 

"The tourists are mostly unattached but they all think they're Don Juan. That is, except for the ones who think they're the Marquis de Sade and men are naturally dominant over women. I won't play those games with men like that.

"And the college boys! If they aren't self-involved studs whose only concern is to get the girl in bed, ravage her and get their rocks off, they're either scared kids who know nothing of sex; or they're trust fund babies who think they're men of the world but know less than nothing about how the world really works. They're pathetic. All they are is pale reflections of what they've seen on TV, with no more knowledge of life than a spoon has of the sweetness of the sugar it dips from the bowl.

"But you. You're experienced enough to understand indirection. To appreciate a woman's beauty and her talents without trying to own them. To read signals, but not so forward as to intrude where you might not be wanted without an invitation. And bold enough to accept the invitation when it's offered." She brought my hand to her mouth and kissed it again. "Besides," she finished, "I like the way you smell, your personal odor. I place a lot of store by scent. You don't try to mask who you are with aftershave or cologne. You're honest, clear and clean. I can tell. When you passed close to me on the way into the water while I was sitting on the dock, I knew I wanted you."

"And now that you've had me?" I replied, not sure where Paloma was going with this.

She reached down to find my prick, feeling it stir in her hand. "I want more of you, Richard. Lots more." She let go of me and climbed out of bed, kissing me as she passed. Taking a cellphone from her purse, she opened the room's phone directory, flipping pages as she looked over at me. "We need to keep our energy up. What do you like on your pizza?"

"Anything but anchovies, pepperoni, and bizarre toppings like pineapple and poi."

Her eyebrows rose. "You've had that on pizza?" she chuckled.

"In Hawaii, once. It'll never replace sausage and mushrooms!" She smiled with her eyes and finished dialing. When her call was answered, she listened to the person on the other end.

"Habla Espanol?" Apparently receiving an affirmative answer, she broke into a torrent of Spanish. I understand some Italian, Spanish, Yiddish, Pennsylvania Dutch, a little Polish and Russian, and several American dialects because it's good for business if you can at least be polite to the folks you're buying from in their own language, but Paloma lost me two seconds into the conversation. She ended the call and turned back to me, extending a hand.

"They say they will be thirty minutes or so. And I have a bar of soap..." she trailed off, eyes twinkling with mischief, referring back to the thunderstorm. "Want to scrub my back, lover?" She swayed off toward the bathroom, shedding her robe. I got up and followed.

I did indeed scrub her back and rub her shoulders, but I was far more interested in Paloma's front. She had her hair tucked up in one of those bath caps motels provide, which spoiled the ambience a bit but not enough to put me off. I brought the soap around to her chest; she responded by leaning back against me and wiggling her lovely ass against my crotch, smiling knowingly as my cock stiffened and nestled between her cheeks. She closed her eyes as I worked up a lather on her boobs with both hands, moaning softly as my fingers squeezed and pulled at them, tweaking the nipples and feeling the weight of her tit-flesh on my palms. The soap found its way south, washing her belly and moving toward the valley of delight. She rubbed up and down on me and made no move to resist. I used the soap like a dildo for awhile, working around the outer lips before I let it fall to the shower floor. Making sure my hands were free of suds, I brought my left hand back to her tits and used my right to finger her. She moaned louder as they found her clit and nipples. They teased her and she liked it.

"Yes... stroke my clit like that... that's good, baby. So good. I like that. Don't stop..."

Stopping was the farthest thing from my mind. I moved my hand, leaving the stroking duties to my thumb, while my index and second fingers found their way to her inner lips and slid between them. I began to finger-fuck her, slowly at first but gradually increasing the tempo.

"Oh, you're bad! Bad, bad Richard! I love it! Don't stop! Please don't stop!"

She groaned as my other hand added to the sensations by squeezing her firm boobies and pinching the nipples. Maybe she'd gotten herself implants or a breast lift; I didn't care. They were supple and firm and felt great in my hand. I got my hands going in time, not together but in a one-two pattern. She gasped and squirmed, clearly enjoying it. Her breathing was deep and hard as she pulled in the air she needed. My left hand could feel her nips, tightly swollen and sensitive between my fingers as she reached for her orgasm. My right hand was wet with her hot pussy juice and I worked a third finger into her as she moaned in need, her language regressing as physical pleasure overrode intellect.

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Oh yes! Oh yes! Please! Uh! Uh! Please! Make me! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Oh please oh please oh please - I - I - I - I'm - OHHHH!"

Her knees sagged and I took her weight on my hand, my fingers driving in deep and holding her up as her cunt grasped greedily at them while she climaxed. I held her, taking satisfaction from the shudders that ran through her body, knowing I'd made her cum powerfully. Finally she straightened and turned to kiss me under the streaming water.

"You, sir, are a rogue," she chuckled. "Ravishing a girl in her shower and making her cum for you! And making her like it! What am I going to do with you?"

"I'm sure you'll think of something," I said, taking her by the hips. She smiled and changed position, her right leg wrapping around my waist, leaving the way to her sweet spot open as she put her arms around my neck...

There was a loud knocking at the door. I swore and Paloma laughed.

"Go pay the nice man for our dinner, Richard. And try not to be too annoyed with him. We have all night, you have a willing wench to use, and I have a manly man to use me. We aren't done by a long shot."

I wrapped a bath sheet around myself. Paloma took a brooch from the bag sitting on the sink and pinned the towel at my waist to make sure it would stay put. She was drying herself off as I grumbled my way to my wallet to pay the pizza delivery boy.

We had our dinner of different kinds of pizza and champagne at the table by candlelight, elegantly clad in terrycloth. Paloma had pinned two towels together at one shoulder and the hips to make a sort of toga. We did not eat our pizzas in the traditional fold-the-slice, New York City style of pizza consumption. Instead, we cut them into bite-sized bits and fed each other with forks. Definitely more romantic, and probably much neater. Afterwards, we threw the boxes in the trash and settled onto the bed with champagne flutes and pastry. We rested together, a forgettable movie on the TV for background noise as we simply enjoyed the feel of our bodies against each other in our bathroom finery.

Paloma set her glass on the nightstand and got up with the remote. She pointed it at the television and selected a different channel. I looked up as the sound of porn reached my ears.

On the screen, a tanned Muscle Beach hunk was performing cunnilingus on a Latina with raven-black hair, nice tits, good legs and a plush body. Her cunt was bucking against his mouth as she rolled her hips and he lashed it with a long tongue. She was moaning and digging her nails into his scalp. She gave a little shriek, obviously cumming.




Amusement Park Ride



The scene changed. Now the brown-skinned slut, naked except for a pair of black patent leather stilettos, was on her knees before the Anglo stud, sucking his cock. Her head bobbed up and down, her moans mixing with his groans as she fellated him, pausing every 10 seconds or so to stroke his massive erection while she caught her breath. Paloma didn't move, transfixed by the scene of a Hispanic woman having sex with a muscular white male.

I came up behind her and took her in my arms. She turned her head and kissed me hard, her mouth hot and seeking as she brought an arm behind my head and pulled it to her. My hands fumbled with the brooches and undid them, the towels falling to the floor. She moaned against my mouth and turned in my arms. She reached down, unfastened the brooch holding up my towel kilt, and tossed it aside. Dropping to her knees, she stroked my cock lightly with her nails and took me into her mouth like the starlet on the tube.

Paloma was a much better cock-sucker than that actress. She had mastered the trick of rotary breathing. That meant she could suck me without having to stop, remove my prick from her mouth and masturbate me until she had enough wind back to suck it some more. I stood at the foot of the bed, watching her move it in and out, wet with her saliva as she gave me the best blowjob I'd ever had. I could feel her tongue lashing the frenum as she paused with just my cockhead in her mouth before moving back down the shaft, her cheek hollowing as she sucked. With each stroke she gained a little more, until finally she had her nose buried in my pubic hairs and the head of my cock in her throat. She hummed and I almost lost it right there. She looked up at me and I saw her eyes smile before she resumed her steady movement up and down my shaft. Her eyes shifted to look past me at the picture over the bed, where she could see a reflection of the TV screen.

On the TV, the fellatio scene faded to something new. The Hispanic pornstar was standing and holding onto the edge of a bed. The white actor who was hung like a horse was fucking her from behind. A close-up showed his thick rod moving in and out of her cunt with such force her breasts swung back and forth while she cried out, loving it. Paloma pulled all the way back, my cock coming free of her mouth, got to her feet and grabbed the edge of the low bureau the TV sat on. She looked over her shoulder at me, eyes burning with lust, and waggled her butt at me, her legs already parted to show her pink, wet pussy. I didn't need a second hint. Stepping behind her, I took hold of her hips and pressed forward. My cock slipped between her pussy lips and sank home like a hot knife through butter. She sighed at the feeling in her cooze and began to fuck me back.

"Give it to me hard, Dick! Fuck me like he's fucking her! Pretend I'm her and fuck me like a porn star!" she ordered.

I slapped her ass with a snap like a pistol shot. "I don't need to pretend you're a porn star! You're a better lay than she'll ever be, Paloma! I'll fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked! But if it will make it better for you, I'll do you that way. Fuck me, bitch! Fuck me like you mean it! Show me what you can do, slut!"

Sensing she didn't want to be screwed slowly and lovingly, I played her game. I fucked her hard and rough, hearing her tits slap against the bureau while I kept an eye on the screen. When the porn actor yanked his partner's hair, I did too. When he smacked her butt to urge her on and she screamed as she came, I spanked Paloma so hard I left red imprints of my hand on her asscheeks. When he reached around to find the Hispanic girl's clit, I did the same. Locating her clitoris by feel, I gathered up some of her dew on my fingertips and took the shaft between fingers and thumb, rubbing it as it if it were a tiny penis. She shook with the pleasure-shock as she orgasmed from that, moaning in harmony with the gal in the movie. I could see her face in the mirror behind the TV. Her eyes were shut tight as she lost herself in the moment, only the sex mattering to her.

Her eyes flew open as she felt my cockhead probe at her anus. Before she could protest, it yielded and I was in her ass, working my way deeper with every stroke.

"What are you doing?" she snapped.

"What you asked for, baby! Look at the TV!"

The actor was firmly embedded in the actress's ass, that huge penis sawing in and out of her as she raised her head and moaned passionately. Her face squeezed tight and then relaxed as she cried out, obviously cumming from the intruder in her rectum.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No! Do me like her! Fuck my ass! Fuck me like a slut! Don't hold back! Use me like her!" she begged. "Give it to me, Dick! Give me your cock in my ass!"

I pulled her cheeks apart so I had a good view of her rosebud. My well-marinated cock was a tight fit; it was clear she didn't do this every day. But as she accustomed herself to the feel of my dick in her butt, she began to move against me and we worked together in harmony. I saw her eyes close in the mirror as my own prick sawed in and out of Paloma's ass like the couple in the movie. I reached around and found her clit again. She moaned as I resumed masturbating her while I fucked her ass. Sweat broke out on her skin as I continued screwing and rubbing her. She gasped and began moving her rounded globes in a figure-eight as I thrust in and out.

"Oh god - oh god - ohmigod - you're so big! I don't - I can't - oh - oh - oh YES!"

Paloma shuddered around my cock as she came again. I didn't stop my deep strokes while she shook in the throes of orgasm, but kept going. Her head came up and she looked at me in the mirror, smiling as she put her head back down and actively thrust back at me, savoring my invading dick, trying to milk it with her ass and get me off too. We fucked each other long after the porno flick with the Latina chick and the Anglo guy ended, with her cumming again, until at last I couldn't deny my own climax.

"Oh, F-U-U-C-C-K!"

"AAAAHHH!"

We came together, my cock jerking and my milky spunk shooting into her guts as she shook from the force of her orgasm and female juices coated the hand I was using to masturbate her. When it was over, I withdrew from her and walked to the bathroom to clean up. I returned with a hot washcloth to find Paloma sprawled on the bed, exhaling soft, sensuous groans. I sat on the edge of the bed and gently sponged her off. She looked at me with tenderness. When I was done, we cuddled together under the covers and drifted off to sleep.

Twice during the night we woke amorously. Once, she sucked me off until I shot my wad all over her face and those firm tits of hers. The other time, I woke her by going down on her and bringing her off with teeth, tongue and lips. I used her, she used me, and I could not remember a night I had passed with so skilled a lover, ever.

But the sun must eventually rise and end even a wonderful lovenight, and today was no exception. Paloma busied herself making coffee and setting out the remainder of the pastries I had brought while I hastily showered and used the courtesy razor provided by the management to shave. I poured the coffee and found an innocuous radio channel while she performed her ablutions. We were dressed for the street as we ate, touching hands frequently and stroking bare forearms with fingertips, but we didn't say much. I'm not a telepath and have never claimed to be; but I had the feeling Paloma didn't want this to end any more than I did.

Breakfast eaten and the trash disposed of, I stood in front of the television, unsure what to say or how to say it. She came to me and we held each other. She looked up at me.

"Do your travels in search of antiques ever take you as far south as Florida?"

"Funny you should ask. There's this old mansion way out past Weston, the Hazlitt Estate. You ever heard of it?"

She frowned as she searched her memory. "Yes! It's on Alligator Alley, off State Route 84, isn't it? Way out in the sticks? Big castle-looking place?"

"That's the one. It's on about 1500 acres of sawgrass. Joseph Hazlitt made his pile in chemicals and munitions during World War II. After the war, he went to Europe and bought up antiques and buildings at starvation prices. I think he was more than a touch eccentric; seriously influenced by Citizen Kane, if you get my drift. Anyway, he built his Xanadu there and retired to it in the late '50s, and he and his equally eccentric wife globetrotted and sent back all kinds of stuff from all around the world until they died in the late '80s. Their kids have been arguing about who gets how much of what ever since. The state wants its cut of the loot, and so does the IRS. 

"Well, they finally got the will probated and came to a settlement early this year. No one's lived in that old mausoleum since Hazlitt and his wife passed away; it's just been moldering. They were like magpies, not serious collectors, so it's not like we're talking museum quality stuff here. As I heard it, the settlement is something like this. The state buys the property for a state park and waives taxes and death duties. One condition is it is not to be turned into a housing development or anything like that, ever. The Feds get their money from the heirs after the sale, and the state is holding the biggest private tag sale in the history of the State of Florida in three weeks to clean the place out and recoup some of what they waived."

"And you're planning to go?" she asked softly.

"It's the sort of sale that happens less than once in most lifetimes. I wouldn't miss it." I paused, trying to phrase what I wanted to say just so. "Would you mind if I came by your store and took you out to dinner while I'm in the area, Paloma?"

She responded by going to her purse and taking out a business card. She wrote something on the back of it and tucked it into my pocket as I fumbled out my wallet and handed her mine.

"I'll look forward to it. And don't worry about making a reservation at a motel when you come. My house has a spare bed - not that you'll need it." She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a long, lingering kiss. My hands wandered over her body, re-exploring her curves. At last she broke the kiss and looked into my eyes.

"You'd better be going. You still have a business to run. Call me."

"Of course," I agreed. Without looking back, I walked out the door and closed it behind me.

The sun was behind a cloud as I walked to my van. I took out the card and read what Paloma had written on the back. There was a phone number and a note:

"I like estate sales as much as dinner."

The sun broke out from behind the cloud, lighting up the parking lot, and I smiled.



Amusement Park Ride



You just never know when one of those moments is going to come along that you will never forget; one summer weekend, Sandy Becker and her husband, Jim, were planning a fun day at a popular amusement park with some of their friends. Not only was she very excited about many of the thrill rides, but because she knew her husband's coworker, Mark, would be there as well.

Sandy and Mark had always had a flirtatious relationship, but, as she was married, and he was usually involved with someone, it never went further than trying to see who could make the other blush harder. Mark had been Jim's friend way before they started working together. Often, Sandy would find herself lost in reveries about Mark; no wonder: the 34-year-old man was tall, with nice wide shoulders and incredibly strong hands, which felt like they could crush hers if he wanted. He had wavy black hair, and a set of green eyes that seemed to stare deep into Sandy's soul in a brief instant. She tried to regain her composure as her husband asked her opinion on their agenda.

"Get a grip on, Sandy!" She thought to herself as her knees began to weaken and her pussy began to tingle. She quickly sat down and grabbed a glass of wine, as she continued to be stimulated by the sexy, forbidden images in her mind.

Sandy knew that she was very attractive; standing 5 feet 7 inches tall, with long, dark blond hair, somniferous almond eyes, and the most luscious lips, the wife's 27-year-old body was made for loving. It had always been said that she was "leggy" with a perfect set of long, slender legs and a narrow waist. Her figure was beautiful, due to a strict training routine, being 36C-23-39. Even in her discreet work uniform, she was stunning and that had brought multiple unwelcomed sexual advances from her peers.

Although she didn't like the idea of cheating, and had always turned down any propositions, she couldn't help but secretly fantasize about Mark, and the sizable bulge in his jeans, which made her ask herself whether it was all balls, or mostly cock. Sandy continued to think about the handsome man, and her pussy began to tingle more than before. She did not know why she was turned on so much by him, but her arousal was beginning to reach epic proportions.

"It's all set, dear... They all thought it would be a good idea..." Her husband snapped her back to reality. "Too bad Mark is not going to make it, though... It certainly won't be the same without him..."

"W-Why?" Sandy couldn't hide the disappointment in her voice. "What happened?"

"He has to look after his brother Josh..." Jim explained.

"Oh, please..." Complained the lithe, tanned beauty, throwing her long hair over her shoulder, eyes glowering, and pink-painted lips in a tight line under a cute, narrow nose. "Mark won't be able to make it because he has to take care of his lewd younger brother?"

"You don't have to be mean, dear... Josh is just a kid trying to find his own space..." Retorted Jim. "Mark's parents are busy this weekend and asked him for a hand..."

"He is a 18-year-old pervert, that's more like it! Mark constantly has to bust out his sorry ass, because the kid won't stop stealing porn from the next door rental!" Sandy pouted. "I'm sure there is something we can do to free him from that burden..."

"Come to think about it..." Her husband seemed to have an idea. "What if Josh joins us? I'm sure he would be thrilled to go... That would keep him busy and out of trouble... What do you think, dear?"

"You have got to be kidding me..." Sandy lifted her eyes, chin jutted. She couldn't stand the sight of the obnoxious kid, but that was the only way she would be able to meet Mark, and maybe try something more. She had an expression of grudging acceptance of her husband's latest crazy assignment: babysitting the sexually obsessed boy.

Walking away muttering, Jim's words could be heard echoing down the hall. Calling back, "We are leaving at nine am sharp, tomorrow, so be ready to go at quarter of with your duffel bag packed. We're staying the day..." Jim's eyes squinted in sardonic satisfaction. 

*** Following day ***

Sandy stared at the landscape that filled the summer painting outside the car's window; at least she could enjoy the nice view. The heat waves flowed over, around and through everything, clutching them in its hot, clinging grasp. It was so bright that, at nine o'clock in the morning, the asphalt appeared to be covered in a thin layer of water, reflecting the sunrays and casting halos of golden light all around. Leafy trees stood like weary sentinels, swaying in the gentle embrace of the warm breeze, their skin glimmering in the soft glow of the reflected light.

Sandy felt a quiet affection for the scenery and the spell it was casting over her. She could really use some time under that hot sun, but that wouldn't be the case for her, she morosely thought. She was feeling a bit frisky and decided to wear a white dress that clung to her body like a second skin. The thin dress shaped itself around her curves, emphasizing her large 36C tits, which stood proudly without any bra under the thin material. Her slim waist lightly accentuated by the cut of the fabric, and, while the eye would have been drawn to the low cut, loose neckline of the dress, showing 4 or 5 inches of Sandy's magnificent cleavage, which looked overmatched trying to confine her firm breasts. The dress was cut low to reveal her ample cleavage while short above the knee to reveal her fabulous legs and contour her perfect heart shaped behind, and the white thong she chose to wear underneath cut tightly around her luscious ass.

"Wow, dear... You really look beautiful... You know it drives me crazy when you wear that dress," Her husband whispered as he gently rubbed her knees.

"Yes, I know, lover... That's the point... Make all those other guys jealous that they can't have me," she lied, smiling; she couldn't wait for Mark to check her out.

Jim was getting aroused but there was little he could do at the moment, so he softly whispered to her "I'll deal with you later..."

Soon after, the group arrived at their destination; the park seemed to be crowded, with lots people enjoying themselves. They parked the car at one of the last remaining spots, and Sandy grabbed her husband's arm as they headed towards the entrance.

***

"Hey, guys..." Mark greeted his friends outside the main gate; he and his brother Josh had just arrived, as well. "Hi, Sandy..."

"Hi, Mark..." She grinned, trying her best to hide her excitement. "Glad to see you made it..."

"Why, Mrs. Becker, you look lovely today..." Josh interrupted; his eyebrows immediately raised and eyes thoroughly examined Sandy's full, pert breasts, nipples stiff from the car's air conditioner. 

Sandy self-consciously held an arm over her breasts, heat rising in her cheeks as she felt the hard little nubs of her nipples poking outward. She almost regretted wearing her low-cut, soft, super-thin white dress and no bra. Tilting her head down, the faint silhouette of her pink areolas was just visible through the near-sheer fabric.

"Oh, great... The boy will never take his eyes off me the whole day... It's not my fault... I thought I was going to an amusement park to have some fun, not to a bizarre kindergarten." She thought.

After exchanging pleasantries with each other, the adults finally headed for the main entrance. Not without the dirty Josh sneaking a bolder look at Sandy, however; he couldn't help but appreciate the sight of her slender legs with lots of skin showing under the short skirt. His eyes lingered on her toned, bronze thighs, and then moved to the exposed bottom curve of her cute ass. Licking his lips, his smirk washed off fast when his eyes lifted to see Sandy furrowing her brow at him and tugging her skirt down a bit.

At that moment, Sandy noted that he was arranging himself via his hand in his pocket. "Dirty young perv," She thought to herself, rolling her eyes.

***

They paid the required fee at the entrance and decided to walk around the place first before choosing the rides to go on. The group intended to visit all the smaller attractions before heading to the major ones. Their first stop was something called 'the Pirate ship'; it was a suspended ship, swaying from one side to the other. The people on it were screaming and the group concluded it couldn't be that bad and decided to try it out.

Next, they went to do the bumper rides and it was fun; Jim said he'd watch so the rest of them went and rode the bumper cars while Sandy's hubby captured the moment on camera. The group were laughing and bumping into each other; the ride was too short though, the space wasn't enough for the cars and it was sort of an anti climax; they moved on to the next attraction.

***

A couple of hours later, the group was ready to experience the main rides; they had decided to grab something light to eat, first.

"Hey, Sandy..." Josh approached the beautiful wife, while she headed to get something cool to drink.

"Not now, kid," she quickly attempted to dismiss the eager boy, without showing the least sign of embarrassment. "And it's Mrs. Becker to you!"

"I thought we could skip the formalities," Josh insisted. "Considering how close you are to my brother... You seem to like him so much..."

"But of course I care about him," Sandy agreed. "He's very kind and sweet, more than I can say about you... So I say we stick to the formalities!"

"Oh, come on, I've seen the way you look at him..." Josh interrupted the gorgeous wife. "Mark is a good-looking guy, I can understand how charming he can be, but you can't deny all the sex tension between the two of us..." 

"Sexual tension? Us?" Sandy was quite angry by his bold assertion, but couldn't help but start laughing out loud, almost hysterically. "You are a really fucked up kid... Do you even know what the expression means?"

"O-Of course... I-It's... Huh..." The boy attempted a witty comeback, but decided to simply remain silent.

"You know, kid..." Sandy addressed him, after regaining her composure from all the laughter. "Even though you are nothing but a twisted, perverted individual, at least you have the guts to approach a woman, which is not something common nowadays; I'll give you that... However, don't embarrass yourself thinking you have the slight chance with me..."

"When it comes to women, I certainly do a whole lot more than talking," he harshly stated, upset that she would always look down on him. "You may be calling me a kid and laughing now, but let's see who will be the one laughing when I shove my big cock all the way up your tight little pussy... I bet you will scream like a virgin when I bury my fat dick to the hilt into your hot cunt and show you what is like to be truly fucked... Who knows, maybe you will even fall in love... Hummm, I wonder if you are shaved too..." Josh pushed his luck.

"Excuse me?" Sandy's eyes turned red, the boy had gone too far, she couldn't believe his audacity. She remained self-confident, though, and decided to teach him a lesson. "Well, if you must know, I keep my pussy neatly trimmed, just the way my husband likes... Oh, and I can assure you that I am virgin-tight indeed! I would certainly love to feel a big, fat cock stretching me... Tearing me open... I would do more than just scream... I would beg to be fucked like a little whore... I would ride it bareback and take endless loads of hot cum up my womb like a cheap slut... Hell, I would even milk it dry, swallowing every last drop... Too bad you won't ever be able to see for yourself, asshole! And if you ever talk to me like that again I will have your ass thrown in juvie, am I clear?"

Josh wasn't expecting Sandy to be so straightforward nor blunt; he had never felt his cock so hard in his entire life. He didn't know what to say and just lowered his gaze to the ground.

"That's what I thought," Sandy smiled and walked away, having achieved her goal. "Now go jerk off your pathetic penis somewhere far from here, before I change my mind and have you tossed in jail, loser!"

"Bitch!" Josh mumbled, after he was sure she couldn't hear him.

***

After several hours, the group of friends had taken her on every single ride in the park! Sandy was feeling so emboldened by this experience that she wanted to make her day a real thrill! As they were walking through the park, she had noticed a Japanese style garden that was isolated from the main throng of people. She asked Mark to go there with her to relax from all the adrenaline they had been pumped up with, and catch up.

So, Mark followed her in. They found a secluded hedge deep in the garden near a pond. There was a lamppost that was a little over grown by the hedge as it faced the pond. No one was around them at the moment, so Mark stood there and leaned against the post, which gave him a relaxed stance while he gazed into the beautiful pond. Sandy stood right next to him.

Without warning, she loosened his belt a few notches and then slid her hand down inside his briefs to find one surprised cock! She began to rub it, and, as she did that, it rapidly grew to full size. Mark couldn't believe what was happening. Here they were, in broad daylight, at a very crowded theme park and she was stroking his cock right then and there! He was more nervous than her now about this thrill ride. He was so afraid that at any moment anyone could walk around that hedge and catch Jim's wife with her hands down his pants stroking this big bulging cock! Now she was in control of this ride for sure. It was such a turn on for her to have such spontaneity in doing him like that. Mark was getting so much pleasure from this ride, much more than any of the ones we had been on all that day.

Mark was close to cumming, when the thing he feared the most happened. A group of old ladies came strolling nearby where they could see the daring couple. Mark froze and immediately told Sandy what he had seen. She couldn't see them because she had her back to them, and all her attentions were on his large cock.

As soon as he told her, like a flash, she hugged him with her free arm, while her body pressed tight to his to hide what her other hand was doing. She then laid a big deep kiss on him. Her tongue began to passionately dart in and all around his mouth. As group of women spied them, they assumed they we engaged in some heavy kissing and hugging. So, they decide to give them their space and move on out of sight. They had no idea what she was up to. Sandy could be fast on her feet when she wanted to. 

As soon as she realized that they were back alone again, she began to work his cock like a woman on a mission! All the while, Mark was still paranoid about being caught. Sandy had built up so much courage from all the thrill rides of the day that this one was no different to her! 

"Maybe we should go to a more 'reserved' place..." Mark winked at her.

"Where?" She devilishly smiled.

"How about the 'Haunted Mansion'?" He proposed.

"Uhmmm... Kinky..." Sandy removed her hand from his pants and licked it clean as if it was an amusement park treat, just to tease him. "I like the idea... Meet me there in 15 minutes..."

***

Sandy entered the 'Mansion', the walls of the room were dark, bloodstained versions of their former selves, and it ran from the walls and began to spread across the floor toward them. The pavement had been replaced with cold, rusted metal grating that clanged with every step they took. Sandy stepped out of the room, the corridor outside was warm and dark. It stretched off to the left and right. It went down as well, the floor nothing more than rusty chain-link fencing over a black void. Vertigo threatened to topple her. She leant against the doorway for support. From some distant place, weird sounds could be heard, a grinding, squealing noise of metal in pain.

The blond wife stumbled out into the corridor. The walls were metal, bare and rusted in places, and coated with peeling paint in others; the set up looked very real to her. She turned to the right and set off down the hallway, the grating floor groaning beneath her feet. There were doors set into the walls at regular intervals, but none that she could open. They all seemed to be locked.

Up ahead another corridor bisected the one Sandy was in. There was a squeaking noise as well, that rose and fell with regularity. It was getting steadily louder and, therefore, closer, but from which direction she couldn't tell; it just kept getting darker and darker. She reached the intersection of corridors and looked; nothing to the left or right, and nothing straight ahead.

Sandy returned to the intersection of the corridors to decide her best course of action; maybe it wasn't the best idea to try her bold move in a place like this. This particular spot was very dark, almost pitch black. Suddenly, she felt the presence of someone sneaking upon her.

"M-Mark?" The blond wife hesitated, clearly afraid. 

In the darkness, she couldn't distinguish any facial features, but she noticed Mark nodding, as he pulled her close to him and started kissing her full on the lips, his hands all over her hot body, pulling her even closer to him as he grabbed her ass.

"God... You scared the shit out of me..." Sandy laughed, relived. "Are you sure no one is gonna show around here?" She teased him; he could feel her delicate hands rubbing the bulge in his pants, until she couldn't take anymore of the teasing and just release his huge erection from its confinement. It was so large that she started stroking it with both hands, trying to get it even harder.

Soon enough his hand was inside her panties and rubbing her already wet pussy. Sandy was losing herself in all of this, she felt her head slide down his chest and stomach until it was eye level with his cock. Then she did it, she stuck her tongue out and swirled it around his cock head.

Sandy grabbed his stiff man-root just under the head and relished the raw heat from his throbbing, swollen cock. Eyes locked onto that huge thing, Sandy surprised herself, even, by leaning forward and opening her mouth over the big, enlarged, head, washing it with her tongue. Her soft, pink lips, closed around the head and she sucked, moving her mouth down a bit on his shaft, and then back up to his head, always applying pressure with her tongue -- a trick learned over the course of her sexual life.

The beautiful 27-year-old blond wife was down on her knees; her mouth and throat stuffed full with another man's dick, not just another man's though, her husband's best friend. She sucked furiously on his hard, 10-inch shaft, her red lips sliding up and down fast while she bobbed her head ruthlessly up and down the entire 10-inches.

His cock was way too big to go all the way down on, but she tried anyhow, wanting to feel it go all the way back into her mouth. She got about five inches in and gagged a bit as his huge head began to go down her throat. Not quitting yet, she willed her throat to relax, and took two more inches of his shaft between her lips. The head, so deep down her throat now, caused her to gag violently, so that she had to pull it out of her mouth quickly, leaving gobs of saliva that made strings between her tiny lips and his mammoth penis head. Mascara ran down her cheeks with tears from the gagging.

"You're too big, Mark", stated the stunning wife between throat clearings. "But I love it."

Without another word, Sandy dove again, forcing the huge head deep down her throat until the gagging was unbearable, and then sucked all the way back up to his head, culminating in a licking of his little slit. Her beautiful, golden locks of hair cascaded down onto Mark's lower abdomen and thighs, loving the feel of her soft, silky hair against his skin. She gripped the base of his shaft with both of her small hands and jerked up and down, following the path of her squeezing lips, and got into a rhythm.




Amusement Park Ride



Mark began moaning with pleasure. 

"He never felt anything like this in his life, I bet," thought the blond wife, sucking and gagging relentlessly on his huge, overheated head and shaft. Her saliva was dripping from her mouth, making a loud sucking sound, echoing off the tiled walls. Her hands became slick with it, helping to lube his shaft so she could go faster, and grip it tighter, wanting him to come, to spray his seed, to taste his seed.

Mark started panting and moving his shoulders left and right. His hips pushed up to meet Sandy's next gagging throat thrust, and the cocksucker knew that her slow-witted charge was about to explode at any moment. She gripped even tighter and sucked his cock in so deeply, that her whole upper body convulsed as his slippery head tickled deep inside her throat. She held it there, tears running down her cheeks, mascara making little black blotches in the floor below.

With his cock all the way in her mouth, the head deeply gorged down her throat, he finally came. Her hands felt it first when the veins at his base pulsed. Hot sperm exploded out of his huge head in a warm, gushing gob deep down her throat, forcing a burning swallow. Sandy backed the head out of her throat, gasping for air, saliva running down her chin, as another shot of hot seed popped out. With several inches still tightly stuffed in her mouth, his burning spooge plastered the roof of her mouth, and deeper, forcing another strained swallow.

Pulling it all the way out, Sandy spit out a mouth full of runny sputum mixed with sticky come. "On my face... On my face!" shouted the blonde bombshell, exultant. His next blast did just that; no sooner was his cock out of her delicate mouth, he grunted savagely and the first long white stream of cum squirted, arcing up and landing on Sandy's face. It splattered obscenely over her left eye and ear, running down her cheek to her mouth. Mark sent another string of white sticky goo upwards, seemingly in slow motion, followed by another and another. The wife's hands never stopped milking the seed from his huge shaft, as gobs of come came to rest on her face, like the icing on hot-cross buns. 

As she was moaning and licking it off her upper lip, he groaned again and another huge cord of semen spewed out of his big dick and onto her countenance. One coated her forehead and her hairline. Another splashed on her chin and a third sprayed right into her open mouth. 

"Wow, Mark," she said in awe, almost afraid of all the hot cum being dumped over her. "I've never seen so much cum in my life!" 

His dick kept blasting. A second load on the chin, then another. A stream right into her right eye. Two on her nose. Her face and neck were coated, but his balls didn't seem to be done yet. Sandy felt the piping-hot come hit her in the face and hair. She opened her mouth and caught a couple more shots in her mouth, greedily swallowing his sperm. Desiring to be smothered in it, she moved her face around, getting absolutely doused as she did so.

His pulsing cock waned. Sandy took him into her mouth once more, loving the taste of his warm come oozing out of the end of his penis as the last of his seed was expended. She kept on sucking until the sticky-salty taste was no more. Experimenting, the young wife sucked his partially-limp cock deeply into her mouth and back down her throat, no gagging this time. Satisfied from feeling a bit more of his come leak down her throat, she pulled her head off his snake, leaving trails of saliva which she wiped away.

"MMMMmmmmmmmmmmmph!" Sandy moaned loudly around his dick as it once more rammed down her throat

Sandy stood up and turned around with her back towards him, giving him a view of her perfect ass. She was breathing heavily, leaning her body back against his. "I want you inside me, Mark... We don't have much time before my husband is going to wonder where we are at..." Sandy begged. "Come on, sweetie," she said. "Hurry up and stick your big cock in my pussy."

Mark reached around her, cupped her breasts, and began to play with her hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger. "You can do that while you fuck me," she said in an altered tone, her eyes closed tight the whole time. "Pull my panties off and give it to me... I've never been so horny in my life!"

Sandy hiked her skirt up to her waist and held it there; she felt her cunt juices dripping into her little panties. Her firm, round ass was barely covered by her little white panties. Mark reached over and touched her ass cheeks. He squeezed and pinched them. Then he put his hand inside and played with her bare ass. His other hand was in the small of her back, holding her against the wall. Sandy leaned forward and thrust her hips toward him, on her tiptoes. Mark finally grasped the waistline of her panties and pulled. They were so tight on her big hips that they barely budged. He hauled back on them at arms' length, scooching them down in a see-saw movement. Tug by tug, her bare cuntlips appeared.

He got her panties down to mid-thigh. "Oh, shit, that's good enough," she panted. "I can't wait any longer." Sandy was so wet she could fee her juices flowing out of her and running down her legs. "Fuck me, baby! Give it to me doggie style, Mark... I need your big dick inside me right now! Slide it in and start pounding me!" She swiveled her ass hornily and looked over her shoulder, her eyes still shut tight.

He started rubbing his huge cock head up and down the length of her wet pussy. 

"Come on!" She grunted as he continued to tease her little slit. "Put that big thing inside of me!"

He smacked her ass hard, and she jerked forward. Sandy's tight little pussy lined up over his cock when she jerked back. She then dropped down, slowly, and, once the head was in, he tore into her, pushing at least six inches of his massive cock into her cunt. She was wracked with shrieks of painful pleasure, fighting every fiber in her being to accommodate his thickness. However, before she could take another breath, he slowly slid two more inches into her sweetness, forcing a shocked gasp from her lungs. He leaned further, wrapped his arms around her, and began to massage her breasts.

"Oh, fuck! So big... It feels fucking wonderful!" Sandy braced herself wall, trying to obtain enough leverage to take the huge cock being shoved up her tight cunt. "I want that cock so bad, Mark... I need that big cock in my pussy, it feels so fucking good!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, unafraid of being heard.

Her tight pussy seemed to stretch beyond possible. "Oh, yes. Oh, Mark!" She cried out even before the hilt of his cock reached her lips. "Ugh, sweetheart," she grunted. "Fuck my cunt with that big thing! Oh, this is going to be the best fuck ever!"

Holding most of his length inside her, he let her catch her breath, and then, in a violent scene, he withdrew until only an inch of cock was left inside her pussy, and slam-fucked her as hard as he could, his prodigious length allowing him to stroke so deeply in her. Then, all ten inches were inside her. He started sliding his big, long dick in and out of her fast and hard, just like she seemed to want it. Her pussy sucked at his cock and made a squishing sound with each stroke. Mark held his full length inside her, listening to her hyperventilated gasps. And, on the next torrent, he fucked her with all his strength, and the room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking session. 

"WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!" 

Sandy was biting her lips and a tear had formed in her left eye. She wiped it and began to "oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh" as he punch-fucked his huge cock into her womb. She felt as though she was being torn from his size. The blond wife knew she would be so sore the rest of the week, since she had not been fucked by her husband for a while. It hurt, but God, it hurt so damn good! 

She didn't allow herself a stray thought about the man himself. She only wanted to be fucked, and fucked properly. And Mark was doing a damn good job of tearing her pussy to shreds. God, he was a fantastic lover. 

She briefly wondered what his girlfriends were like to endure this kind of wonderful punishment whenever they wanted. But these thoughts were distracting her from the way her body was reacting to him. Her back arched from the violent intrusion into her womanhood; Mark resumed his long, strong, violent strokes, forcing as much of his 10 inches into her craving, sopping pussy in a relentless brutality, pouring into her as hard as he could, shaking her wildly. 

"Ugh! Ooh, yeah, baby, satisfy my pussy with your big pole... All the way in and out... Give it to me, baby! Ooh, yeah! Harder!" She began lunging back to meet his thrusts. "Oh, God... Your big balls are touching my clit!" He grasped her waist and pumped harder, and his pelvis stared making loud whacking sounds against her ass. Her large tits were banging against her arms and the seat was rocking from side to side with a loud squeak.

Mark grunted as he fucked her with deep full strokes.

"Fuck me, baby, ram your cock all the way in on every stroke! Ooh, yeah, your big boy makes my pussy feel so good! Ugh! Oh, Mark! Give it to me! Fuck me... Fuck me hard!"

Mark started thrusting his cock all the way in and out.

"Ooh, darling, it feels great, but pump faster. I'm so fucking horny!" She yelled. "I can't get used to your size, baby! You are so fucking huge!" She finished. Then her tone got very nasty again. "Ooh, yeah, Mark, give it to me... Come on, big boy, we're not supposed to do this to this out here, so you'd better make it worth all the guilt..."

He speeded up his strokes. His balls were slapping loudly against her ass and her tits were taking off again.

"Ooh, yeah," she snarled. "Pound me, baby. Slam my pussy with your big, long, hard cock!"

He thumped her even harder.

"Oh, yes, honey! Fuck me! Oh, God, yes. Yes! Oh, yeah, baby. Oh, honey, I'm cumming!" She shouted at the top of her lungs.

Sandy reached up with both hands against the wall and pushed back as her hips began to spasm. They drove up against him wildly, lifting them both off for three or four of his strokes at a time.

"Oh, sweetheart, don't stop! Oh, fuck me, baby, keep pumping your cock! Oh, now, yes... Yes... Yes... Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, Gawd, yes! Fuck me, Mark! Ohhh! Oh, God! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Finally, her grip lightened; he eased his strokes and caught some of his breath. It looked like his orgasm was on its way. His balls tightened and his cock head was swelling. Soon, Mark groaned behind her, and continued to slam into her hard.

"Oh, fuck! Ohhhhhh! Ummmmm!" Sandy groaned loudly as she bounced up and down and felt her big tits being squeezed, her long blonde hair swishing back and forth from the speed and intensity of the illicit fuck.

"Ummmm... Oh!" She groaned loudly. "You're so much bigger than my husband!"

Mark groaned back at her, enjoying as she pushed herself against him roughly.

"Oh, yeah... It's so hard! So fucking hard! Uhhhh!" She groaned, her eyes tightly closed as she was being rammed hard. "Oh, Jim... I'm being fucked so hard, baby! Ummmmmmmm! Oh, yeah! Mark is fucking me so good! Oh, ummmmmmmm! Yeah! He's so good! So much better than you at fucking me!" Sandy groaned out, pussy still slamming back and eyes still shut tightly.

Mark kept grunting and pounding his large cock all the way in and out of her tight cunt.

"Yeeeeessssss!" Sandy shouted, her hands against the wall, she was pushing hard, so hard her knuckles were white.

Mark growled, as he plowed into her again, he was close now.

"Oh, fuck! Pump your big dick into me like only my husband should! Oh! Ummm! Yeah! Oh, you are fucking me so good! Oh, you're so fucking big and hard! Oh! Ummmm! Oh, it's like a fucking baseball bat is fucking my pussy! Oh! Ummm! Yeah! Oh, cum inside me, lover! Oh! Fill me up, Mark! Cum inside me! Cum in my pussy! Knock me up! Pump me full of your boiling spunk!" Sandy groaned loudly as Mark's hands used her tits to pull her back hard on to his invading rod.

Hearing those words from the hot blond wife and the feeling of his long hard dick sliding in and out of her tight pussy made Mark's balls begin to tighten; he moaned loudly.

"Oh! Ummmmm! Yeah!" Sandy groaned in pleasure. "Ohhhhhhh!! Ummmmm!! Fuck!" Sandy groaned even loudly and began to shake and thrust back harder.

Mark groaned loudly and pulled Sandy back towards him with her hair and thrust his hard 10-inch dick into her and shot his wads of cum deep into the wife's pussy.

"Yeeesss! Don't stop, I am cumming all over that huge, hard cock of yours! Yes! Right there! Keep fucking me!" She moaned loudly.

Mark's dick continued to shoot his hot cum deep within Sandy's pussy as he held himself deep within her. Sandy was shaking and shuddering still underneath him, her eyes squeezed shut and her back arching as far as it would bend, still with her hair in Mark's grasp. Those large firm mounds with nipples hard and erect were proudly sitting on her chest, wobbling and shaking from side to side as Sandy shook in her throws of orgasm.

"Ohhhhh! So good!!! Ohhh!! Never been so good!!" Sandy moaned as her shuddering finally started to subside.

Finally Sandy's orgasm ended and she collapsed onto the floor. Mark's orgasm also ended and finally feeling the exhaustion of such a tiring session of work he collapsed onto Sandy's back, dick still buried to the hilt in her pussy. He let go of her hair and just lay there, listening to her breathing, she sounded asleep.

Mark rolled off the well fucked housewife; he got on her feet, straightened his clothes and left the dark corridor, leaving the blonde housewife still lying on the floor, dress up over her cunt, and his cum oozing out of her pussy. Not before he retrieved her panties, which were tossed over the dirty floor.

"Asshole..." Sandy pouted at Mark lack of manners; he fucked the shit out of her and didn't even have the courtesy to help her up! She laid there for several minutes, reliving what had just happened. The blond wife looked like a mess: her makeup was streaked from the excitement; her hair was sticky, covered in sweat and sperm; her skirt was still punched up around her waist. She could see her swollen cunt lips and feel the large globs of fluid rolling down the insides of her thighs. She saw drops of cum on the floor; her entire chest was beet red.

Sandy drew in a deep breath as she adjusted her top gingerly over her tender breasts. She looked around for her thongs, but they were nowhere to be found. Slowly, she admitted to herself that that was the best fuck she had ever had. She still felt ashamed, but she knew she loved it. 

At last, Sandy got up, found her way out of the dark maze and sneaked to the nearest bathroom, to get cleaned up. She looked down and focused on the baby juice dripping from her sore pussy; her nostrils inhaled the dusky smell of sex. The brutal fucking by Mark had filled her womb! Sandy let her mind slip back the moments before, as her nipples hardened at the scene imprinted deeply in her mind. The continuous long hard cock imbedded deep in her being. She whipped all the spunk that had drenched her, reapplied her make-up and straightened her clothes. Outside, the day was in full swing. Nobody seemed to miss her, to her relief. She began making the rounds again, making small talk. Twenty minutes later, Mark, came over to her and chatted with her and her husband as if nothing had happened between them. 

Sandy was feeling very guilty about what happened, but couldn't help but smile at what she was now considering her "adventure"; soon all that culpable emotion would be past her. Another thought came to her and her smile deepened and she even let out a little chuckle to herself; the image of his hard 10-inch dick impaling her made her sore pussy tingle.

"Hey, big boy..." The hot wife teased Mark as soon as her husband left them alone.

"Sorry about that, Sandy," Mark apologized. "I didn't mean to leave you waiting there... It was just that Josh disappeared and I had to look for him..."

"W-What?" Sandy turned pale. "You weren't there at all...?"

"Hey, guys..." Jim interrupted the conversation, before Mark could answer. "You won't believe what Josh just told me... Come on, Josh, tell them..."

"Well, look what I found..." The boy retrieved the item in question from his back pocket: a pair of lacy panties! Josh unraveled the undergarment and it was clear that the recent owner had indeed had some kind of sexual relation because the crotch was pasted with dried pussy cream and cum. Not only was it obvious, but looking at them one had to wonder what a large amount of dried semen there was. "I watched as a couple had sex in a deserted corridor at the 'Haunted Mansion', it was really wild... I took the 'souvenir' after they left..."

Sandy was at a loss for feelings; she immediately recognized her own sexy underwear! She was well aware that Josh didn't witness anything... The beautiful wife thought she was having sex with Mark, but it was his little brother fucking her all along! Suddenly, Sandy felt sick; she was also catatonic as she tried, in vain, to fathom what was being said to her. She had just been screwed, literally! By a hung, perverted, 18-year-old boy, to make things even worse!

"Can you imagine it, dear?" Jim asked his wife, laughing. "What kind of girl has sex in an amusement park? She must be very easy, to put it nicely..."

Little did Jim know that the girl he was referring to was no one other than his own wife; not only had she swallowed an immense load of the twisted teenager's cum, but he'd also shot globs of his hot seed deep into her unprotected pussy after fucking her relentlessly. But of course, the husband didn't know any of that.

The guys all laughed, while Sandy faked a smile, feeling the boiling spunk running down the inside of her warm thighs, from her sopping cum filled pussy. Her womb was filled with the sticky substance, which continued to leak out of her swollen and reddened pussy lips.

"Why don't we all go to the 'Mansion'?" Jim suggested, giggling. "Maybe we get to see something like that again..."

"I don't think it's such a good idea..." Sandy tried to dissuade her husband.

"Nonsense, dear..." Jim gathered the group of friends and headed for the attraction, waving for his wife to follow the group. "It will be fun..."

The blond wife had no other option but to silently go after them; as soon as she entered the dark environment, Sandy felt a hand over her top encased tits. She was shocked. Involuntarily, she backed away. "What happened? You don't seem to be laughing now..." The teenager leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Unless you want your husband to know the true version of the story, you better let me feel those big tits of yours..." 

Almost crying, Sandy moved backed to him. Josh put his hand back on her breast. He squeezed it hard, feeling her nipple become erect. He slipped his hand inside of her top, touching her bare tit flesh. First, his palm pressed against Sandy enlarged nipple. Then, he tweaked it between his thumb and forefinger. Josh pushed her skimpy fabric aside, exposing Sandy's gorgeous soft breast. He squeezed and pinched her naked tit. Sandy stood still before him, half dressed and in shock as his hand worked on her breast. As he moved over to her other tit, pulling the top of her dress all the way down, she started to cry.

"Please, Josh..." Sandy sobbed. "I'm sorry for what I said earlier..."

Josh chuckled as he continued to feel her up; "Aahh... Poor little baby girl Sandy... Already crying?" He moved his hand down and grabbed her shapely behind. "If you are crying now, imagine how you are going to be when I shove my fat cock up that lovely ass of yours..."

Sandy turned pale and involuntarily gulped, goggling...



Amusement Park Rides



We head to an amusement park for a fun-filled day of sun and excitement. Our first stop of the day is the Fun House. We wander around looking at the mirrors making us short and fat then tall and skinny, then we wander into the maze of mirrors There isn't anyone around and hasn't seemed to be all day. You press me up against a mirror and kiss me deep and passionately.

You slide both hands down my back and squeeze my ass hard as our tongues intertwine and we explore each others bodies. You bite into my neck and I push harder into you. I can feel your hardness pressing against me through your pants. You continue kissing me as I watch you in the mirror behind you. Your hands are moving along my body and then you pull away.

You lead me by the hand through another corridor and into a room with several crawl spaces. We find one that is somewhat concealing and you seat me inside it. I bite into your neck as your hand finds its way up under my skirt. You realize that I'm not wearing any panties and my pussy is already soaked. You slide a finger in and begin gently stroking my clit. You kiss along my inner thighs as your finger is joined by a second. I put my head back and moan a little as you bring me to orgasm. As my body shudders against you, you slowly take your hand away.

You start moving up along me, kissing me as your hand unbuttons and unzips your pants. As you kiss my cheek, I feel the head of your cock rubbing up and down against my sopping wet lips. You then ram your cock deep inside me. We start fucking hard and fast as my nails dig into your back. You grab my ankles and spread my legs wider, allowing your cock to completely fill me.

I meet your thrusts with my own movements, pushing myself against you as you thrust inward. You're still holding my legs apart while you continue to thrust. I moan against your shoulder as I sink my teeth in. You pull out of me and pull me out of the crawl space. You push me against another mirror face first as you slide your hand up between my legs. Your other hand comes up and grabs a handful of hair as you ram me with three fingers.

I can feel the cold of the mirror against my breasts and cheek as you press me hard against it. You then turn me around to face you and lift one of my legs up, sliding into me again. One of your hands comes up and cradles my breast as you slide easily in and out of me My orgasm is building and I hold on tight to your shoulders as you keep my leg lifted high. You fuck me hard and deep as I start to explode. You press harder and faster as I orgasm, bringing yourself to orgasm as well. You slow down and kiss me on the lips, then breathe into my ear how good it felt to have me.

You pull out and zip up. I rearrange myself as we work to find our way out. When the bright sunlight hits us, I squint against it from the sudden change. We then walk hand in hand together to the roller coaster. We get into the back car of the coaster and buckle ourselves in. We both have a love for the thrill of coasters and there is good reason why.

As the car starts moving forward, I look over at you and see your mischievous grin. You have a hand on my thigh and it starts to move upward. As the car builds speed, I undo your pants and pull your already stiffening cock out. I lean over onto you and wrap my mouth around it. I start sucking hard and fast as the coaster starts to climb. I dig my nails into your thigh as I consume you. As the coaster starts to plunge, I suck even harder and soon feel you exploding in my mouth. As the coaster slows, I lick you gently and tuck your cock away in your pants.

As the coaster comes to a stop, I lean over and kiss you quick. We get out and head to the ferris wheel. We stand in line for a bit and I run my hands along your back and neck. I lean in and kiss you for a moment and then its our turn to get on. We sit in the seat, close to one another, arms around the other.

As more passengers get on and the ride shifts, you again start moving your hand up my thigh. I put my hand against your crotch and feel you getting hard again. I can feel as my pussy starts to get wet. I again unzip you and pull out your cock. I slowly start to stroke you as your fingers find their way to the wet lips between my legs. You slip a finger in and start circling my clit. I tighten my grip and slip along your shaft a little faster. The ferris wheel has started its full cycle and I can see people standing below and around us as we pass by.

I close my eyes as your slide two fingers in, still playing with my clit. I stroke you faster still and you moan a little as I play with the tip some. You keep finger fucking me as I too start to moan. I thrust my hips a little in time with your penetration, never releasing my grip on you. My breath quickens and I moan into your ear as I find my release. I stroke you harder as I feel you tighten up in my hand and then find your own completion.

I lean over and kiss the head of your cock as you lick my juice from your fingers. The ride comes to a stop and we get off, not for the first time that day.