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Bustyland Ch. 01

By: ColdStar



Jack threw the controller down in frustration as Kevin got yet another touchdown. Fucking XBox, he thought. Useless piece of shit. Re-adjusting his glasses and pushing the fringe of blonde hair away from his eyes, he glared at his friend.

Kevin was the nerdy-type. No glasses, much to Jack's annoyance, but with mousy-brown hair and a shy disposition. He'd never had a girlfriend as far as Jack knew, and that did not surprise him, especially when he was majoring in computer science. It didn't get much geekier than that.

Jack himself was a medicine student. He'd taken up the subject for numerous reasons, but primarily it was the promise of money down the line and women for the here and now. The first aim still seemed on course - his grades were very good, after all - but the second was far less successful. He'd had a girlfriend for a while, but other than that his interactions with the opposite sex were pretty limited.

He cast his eyes round the room as he passed the controller back to Kevin. Two other friends were there, Mark, the good-looking engineer who never seemed without a woman when he wanted one, and Drew, the ugly little weasel of the group. Jack wasn't quite sure why he had accepted Drew's offer to move in with them - the boy was of rich stock and offered to pay the rent for all of them, but Jack wasn't sure it was worth it given what they had to put up with.

There was a fifth member of their household, but he wasn't in the lounge at the moment. Paul was the college baseball star, athletic and good-looking. His grades weren't great but he was there on scholarship and he was coasting by. He was going places when he left college - big teams had already started to sniff around - and everyone knew it. Most importantly, he knew it, and Jack was frequently wound up by the man's self-entitled grandeur. Still, he could be fun to be around.

Jack's mind wandered to images of Paul's girlfriend, Sally. The busty blonde was studying zoology at their college, though as far as he knew her grades were pretty poor. She certainly wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but she was hot. Boy, was she hot. Long legs, flowing blonde hair and a pair of tits to die for. Jack knew damn well what Paul saw in her. The fact that they were upstairs together only irritated him more. On the few occasions that the noise in the front room died down, they could all hear the rhythmic thumping of Paul's bed against the wall above them.

A sigh of boredom brought his mind back to the fifth person in that front room. Jessica was Sally's friend, and if Sally was gorgeous, Jessica was smoking. Straight red hair framed a perfect face of two blue eyes, a dainty nose and a pert mouth that seemed constantly pursed in annoyance. Massive hooters swelled on her chest and yet the rest of her body was taut and slim in all the right places. She was sitting across from them, reclining on an armchair, and bored out of her skull. Sally had obviously asked her to come round with her, but hadn't bothered to explain to poor Jessica that she'd be left with four men playing on a video console whilst her best friend got ploughed in the room above.

"This is fucking bullshit," Jack said out loud, and all eyes turned to him. "I'm so fucking bored."

Kevin dropped his controller on his lap. "Yeh. We really need something to do."

"Well can anyone think of anything?" Jack looked around the room questioningly.

Drew sat forwards, a grin on his ugly face. "I think I might know something fun."

"Oh yeh?" He had gotten Jack's attention with that, along with everyone else's in the room. "What you got in mind?"

"You know that carnival on the edge of town?" the weasel-faced man continued.

Jack narrowed his eyes. "The closed one?"

"Yeh. It shut after some cheerleaders were killed there. Insurance couldn't pay so they shut it up, or so the story goes."

"And?"

Drew's disturbing grin widened. "Well, I've heard that it's still got electricity. There's nothing stopping us from going there and... turning it all back on."

"What, you mean we could just, like, re-activate it?" Kevin said, excitement on his face.

Drew nodded. "Yup."

Jack glanced over at Jessica. She had leaned forwards slightly, staring at them all. She actually looked quite interested in what they were saying. As she caught his eye, however, she glared at him, and sat back in her seat.

"Let's do it," he said, standing. Then he sighed and sat back down. "Although I suppose we have to wait for those two upstairs."

***

Paul leaned forwards on the mattress, reaching around Sally's body to grasp the two huge tits that swung pendulously beneath her. She was kneeling before him, her hooters dangling wonderfully, and he could not resist but grasp the massive globes as his cock hammered into her snatch.

They were both moaning, and as he roughly started to handle her tits he could feel himself getting close. The soft flesh felt so wonderful in his hands, more than a handful in each palm, and he squeezed and pinched the lovely pillows with glee.

Her cunt felt fantastic too, squeezing and milking his dick. He'd had plenty of experience with Sally now - they spent almost their whole time together fucking - but fuck she still felt amazing.

"Ooh baby, I love the way you grab my tits," she cooed as his hips slapped loudly against hers. The entire bed shook with the force of their fucking.

She was rolling her hips back against him, as into their sex as he was, and her brown eyes were closed tightly. Paul sometimes got a bit rough with her chest in the heat of passion but she didn't mind. She had already come more times than she could count, and now she was focused entirely on getting her man off.

Paul grunted, knowing he was close, and with a few shuddering pumps he threw his head back and cried out. His cum sprayed into Sally's eager womb, and he pinched her nipples hard as his jizz pulsed into her.

Afterwards, he slumped onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. Sally pushed herself onto her haunches, grinning down at him, and then climbed off the bed. Paul stared lovingly at her massive tits as they swung free from her chest, then groaned in annoyance as she reached for her bra.

"Oh honey, you know we've got to keep Jessica company," she smiled. "We should head downstairs."

"My friends can keep her entertained. Get back into bed," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

Sally pouted at him. "You know I like your friends, but they can be a bit much. Jessica would go mad."

"Well, she could always come up here and join us. I'd love to know what those tits feel like in my hands. You could let me compare hooters."

Sally glared at him, pulling on her pants and t-shirt and opening the door. "You're a real fucking asshole, you know that?"

Then she stormed out.

Paul sighed, dressing himself quickly and following her downstairs. He found everyone sitting in the lounge, waiting for him. Sally had gone to sit with Jessica and was whispering animatedly in her ear. The daggers Jessica kept staring at him told him everything he needed to know about that conversation. Sally was a great fuck, but she could be beyond annoying.

"So, what's the plan?" he said, ignoring the two women.

Jack spoke up, a grin on his face. "We're going to the carnival at the edge of town, you coming?"

Paul considered a moment. He did want something to do, and maybe he could woo Sally back round whilst he was there. He nodded. "Sure."

Might be fun.

***

Kevin emerged from the bathroom still wiping his hands on his jeans. He'd just had a quick piss before they left, and he was about to head back downstairs when he realised that Paul's door was slightly ajar. He and Sally were both downstairs, but Jessica had come up to their room to change her top since she had nothing warm.

He paused, considering. He should just go back downstairs and wait, but he knew he didn't want to. Doing his best to remain stealthy, he crept towards the gap.

Sure enough, Jessica was in there, thumbing through the small collection of clothes that Sally kept in Paul's wardrobe. The redhead was slightly shorter than her friend, and was clearly trying to choose something that wouldn't look huge on her. Eventually she picked out a plain grey sweater with the college logo emblazoned on it, and a t-shirt.

Kevin couldn't believe his eyes. A fresh t-shirt too? It made sense; Jessica was wearing a baggy top, which wouldn't be comfortable underneath a sweater. His throat went dry as the redhead reached for the garment, and then she tugged it over her head.

Stood in front of the floor-length mirror as she was, he could see both her front and back. He licked his lips to wet them as she tossed her old top aside, and he could not draw his eyes away from her chest. The twin airbags she called tits were constrained tightly in a lacy black bra, seeming desperate to burst out. The movement of throwing her top aside caused them to shake, and he let out a tiny whimper.

Jessica's head whipped round, and her eyes opened wide as she saw him staring at her changing. Her face contorted with rage.

"You little fucking perv!" she hissed, storming towards the door. Kevin stood upright, stammering an apology, but even then he could not draw his eyes away from her massive tits. They shook as she marched towards the door.

"Fuck off you creepy little fuck," she said, slamming the door in his face.

For a moment, Kevin just stood there, the visual memory of watching those puppies bouncing up and down enough to fuel his fantasies for weeks. He grinned before heading back downstairs.

******

They went in two cars, Mark and Paul driving. Unsurprisingly, the two girls went with Paul, although Jack had noticed an iciness between him and Sally as they left the house. That wasn't uncommon, though; Paul could be a dick at the best of times, and the arguments that he and Sally had were near-legendary in the house.

It was a quick journey, and when they parked up alongside the chain link fence the sun was just sinking beneath the horizon. Jack climbed out, staring at the abandoned amusement park, and grimaced. It did look fucking eerie.

"There it is!" he heard Drew say, and he turned with a raised eyebrow. The guy was so excited by the prospect of breaking in. He was a creepy little shit at the best of times.

Paul's car pulled up behind them, and he could hear arguing even through the thick windows. Turning back to the car, Jack saw that Sally and his friend were red-faced in anger, screaming at each other over the loud music. Jessica was sitting in the back, stony-faced. Despite her haughty temperament, Jack actually felt sorry for her.

Even so, when Paul opened the door the arguing ceased immediately. Sally stormed out and joined the rest of the group, steadfastly refusing to make eye contact with her boyfriend, and Jessica drifted over too. Locking up the car, Paul turned to them.

"Well what are we fucking waiting for?" he snapped. "Get on with it!"

Drew squealed with a mixture of fear and excitement, and scrabbled towards the fence. Despite being old, it was intact, and they had to walk the perimeter of the fairground for a short while before finally finding a place it had caved in. Drew pushed through first, bouncing on his heels like a kid at Disneyland, and Mark followed up. Ever the gentleman, he held open the fencing for Sally and Jessica - the latter of whom pretended he didn't exist - and then the rest of the lads followed up.

By the time Jack had stepped through and glanced around, the sun had well and truly set. It was pitch black.

"Great, it's dark. What do we do now?" He gestured around. Looming shapes marked out the stalls and the rides, but other than that no more could really be seen.

He heard Drew giggle. "Don't worry, there's an electricity box around here somewhere. There always is. We've just got to find it."

They walked further into the amusement park, Drew scampering on ahead like a giddy rat, until they came to what Jack assumed had been the showground. The grass was long by his feet but the earth beneath it was flat; better looked after, it would be the perfect setting for a parade.

That was when it happened. It started with a faint buzzing, as if a swarm of bees were approaching from a distance, and then a bright flash that seared the night. Jack blinked back, putting his hands over his glasses to shade his eyes, and the faint jingle of music echoed through the air.

Sally shrieked, and he pulled his hand away to see her clutching onto Paul. Jessica had gravitated towards Kevin, fright on her lovely face, although Jack noticed that when she saw who it was she had approached she quickly stepped away again. Clearly, Kevin had done something to piss her off.

All around them the amusement park was springing to life. Stalls and rides lit up, music from numerous different sources had started to blare out, and the floodlights dotted about the grounds flared brightly.

"Holy shit," Jack breathed, staring around wide-eyed. The rest of the group, too, seemed shocked and unsure.

"This is fucked up," Sally said, clutching even tighter onto Paul, who looked about as calm as she did. "I don't like this."

Mark stepped forward then, starting back the way they had come. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm getting the fuck out of here. This ain't right."

The sound of laughter caused them all to freeze. Jack glanced round wide-eyed at his friends; all wore similar looks of horror. All except Drew, the fucking creep. A grin as broad as Jack had ever seen adorned his ugly little face.

The flap of the main circus tent opened, and a group of women emerged, talking amongst themselves. Jack almost fainted with relief; people he could handle. Sure, he was probably in serious trouble, but his mind had started to conjure images of the most supernatural shit and anything was better than that.

One of the women saw them then, and pointed. The group froze, and Jack stiffened. You asked for this, bud.

"You there!" a woman's voice called out. "What are you doing here?"

She strode towards them, her companions in tow, and as she came closer Jack's eyes almost popped out of his head.

She was probably in her mid-thirties, her brown hair in a ponytail and her beautiful face narrowed in concern. She was of average height, certainly shorter than Sally or Jessica, but her most striking feature was the pair of massive tits that pushed out from her chest. She wore a black golf shirt that stretched taut over those funbags, and a little green skirt that didn't even reach her knees. Those knees were almost covered, however, by the black leather boots that stretched up her calves.

As the other women came into view Jack almost wet himself with shocked delight. Despite their many differences, all the women in that group had two things in common: all were stunningly beautiful, and all had hooters almost sinfully large.

The woman came up and glared at him. "I asked what you were doing here?"

"Um, we were just looking around," he said. "We thought the place was abandoned."

"It was," she said with narrowed eyes. "Until a few days ago. My company has just bought this fairground. We're going to reopen it."

Mark tilted his head. "Reopen it?"

"Yes. We were going to have a trial run tonight."

She paused then, eyeing the group, before turning back to her own companions. Stepping towards them, she spoke to them in hurried whispers.

After a moment, she returned to Jack's friends. "Look, you're not supposed to be here. But rather than call the cops, how about we make this your lucky day? You can be our first customers."

"Customers?" Paul said. "You mean, we get to use the fairground?"

The woman shrugged. "Someone's got to. Why not you? You're here already, handsome." She winked at him, and Jack saw Sally instinctively grab a tighter hold of Paul's arm as if to display that he was already taken.

Drew giggled then. "See, told you it would work out!" He stepped forwards and raised his arms. "Let's have some fun!"

The group murmured agreement, and the woman waved her hands to her companions. They dispersed, each heading for a different stall or ride. Jack and his friends followed her as she walked towards the closest stall.

"So when is this place going to open?" he said.

She turned back to him with a sweet smile. "As soon as it's ready. We've been testing most of the rides; they all work. The rollercoaster needed some work after the accident that shut this place, but it's ready to go now. Everything's coming together."

"And what's it going to be called?" Paul interjected.

The woman stopped, grinning wickedly at Jack's friend. "Bustyland," she said, placing her hand on her hip and seeming to push her already impressive chest out. "Seems to suit, no?"

Paul merely stared in response, although Jack did not blame him. All of his friends were doing the exact same thing. An elbow from Sally broke the baseball star's reverie.

"Yes, it seems... apt," he spluttered, avoiding his girlfriend's evil stare. Jack could sense another argument on the horizon.

"Is that even legal?" Kevin asked, a quizzical look on his face as they set off again. "I mean, surely it's discrimination."

The woman shrugged. "Maybe. Not against me, though. And hell, the pay is amazing given the job, so I'm not complaining." She laughed sweetly.

They were almost at the stall now. "Wait here," the woman said, stepping in and flicking some switches. Jack could see it was a coconut stand; a staple of any decent fairground.

"Right, who gets the first go?" she smiled sweetly, gesturing behind her.

Paul stepped forward, obviously eager to impress. "I'll go."

The woman pulled some small balls from beneath the counter, placing them in front of Paul. "These will be themed balls when we open properly," she said. "But until then you'll have to make do with baseballs."

Paul grinned as he picked up the first baseball, tossing it up in the air to gauge its weight. "That's fine by me."

Winding up his baseball pitch, he tossed the ball with venom at the stand behind. Sure enough, the coconut was knocked clean off its perch, landing on the ground with a crash.

The woman clapped. "Good job, sweetie!" Then her eyes narrowed slightly. "Then again, maybe I'll need to tighten that on when we open properly. Can't have everyone winning." She turned back to Paul with a flirtatious smile. "What's your name, superstar?"

"Paul," he grinned. Sally coughed behind him.

The woman ignored the blonde. "I'm Mary," she said, before finally acknowledging the presence of the buxom woman behind Paul. "Don't worry, honey, I'm not going to steal him away. Not that I'd have much chance against you, beautiful." Sally almost looked flattered by the compliment.

Next was Mark's turn, who unsurprisingly did far worse. They all took a go, bar Jessica, who stood cross-armed at the back of the group looking bored. Jack had to appreciate the way the position pushed up her already-massive hooters, though.

Even Drew attempted to throw the ball, though he failed miserably, the baseball clattering harmlessly against the screen behind the coconuts without remotely threatening one of the targets. The group laughed, and Drew glared at them. Jack thought that the weasel seemed almost disappointed now the amusement park turned out to be occupied.

All around them, the other stalls had been opened, a woman standing behind each looking bored. Jack couldn't help feel a little sorry for them. "Maybe we should try out some of the other games?" he said.

Mark pursed his lips and nodded. "I'd say so, this one is a lost cause anyway. Paul's got us all beat."

Paul grinned. Wrapping his arm round Sally's waist, he bowed. "I certainly have."


Bustyland Ch. 01



The group moved off, Mary telling them to enjoy themselves and make sure to test everything. Jessica followed up at the rear of the group. Jack watched as Kevin dropped back to say something to her.

"Hey, you look bored," he said.

The buxom redhead glared at him. "Fuck off."

"Look, I just wanted to-"

"I said fuck off!"

Kevin raised his hands and fell back in line with the rest of the group. Jack caught his eye and raised an eyebrow questioningly. Kevin shrugged in response.

It was then that Jack realised that two of their number were missing. He stopped. "Guys, where are Paul and Sally?"

Mark turned round with a grin. "Where do you think? I'm sure they'll be done in a minute."

With an amused shake of his head, Jack moved on.

***

Sally giggled as Paul pulled her between stalls and round the back, where the floodlights didn't reach quite so well. Glancing round to make sure no one was watching, he stepped towards the blonde.

She moaned as he kissed her, his hands moving instinctively to grope her ass in her tight jeans, and he pulled her close to him. Their tongues duelled as he slowly stroked higher, before running his hands to the front of her body and roughly grabbing her tits.

Sally pulled her head away and bit her lower lip. Paul knew that look, and with a grin slid one hand beneath her sweater and t-shirt, feeling bare skin. She gasped at his touch, the corners of her mouth twisting into a mischievous smile as his fingers crept higher until they reached her bra. He enjoyed its texture beneath his palm as he squeezed, the tops of her hooters not covered by the lacy material and soft against his fingers.

"I'm sorry I upset you, baby," he murmured as he kissed her again.

She reached up and put a finger on his lips. "Don't worry about it. It was my fault. I shouldn't be so easily offended."

Damn straight you shouldn't, Paul thought, though he knew better than to vocalise that. Especially when she was admitting guilt - he knew how to twist that to his advantage.

"How can I make it up to you?" his blonde girlfriend continued, her smile growing more wicked by the moment.

Paul didn't even speak, he just pulled his hand from her tit, instead placing his palms on her shoulders and pushing her down. Sally stared up at him with a glint in her brown eyes as she willingly sank to her knees.

She placed her hands on his legs, sliding them upwards until she came to the bulge in his pants. She traced her fingers around it before reaching for his buckle, which she undid slowly. Paul groaned as his pants loosened. Sally grinned, unzipping his fly and pulling his jeans down just enough. The bulge in his underwear was obvious, and the blonde moaned as she hooked his boxers over the bulge.

He gasped as the cool night air washed over his cock, then gasped again as his girlfriend's mouth enveloped it. Her tongue was magic, swirling around his head, and her lips caressed every inch of his throbbing dick. She kissed down the sides, pumping his length with her fist, and making sure he was completely slick with her saliva.

Then she started to bob her head, and Paul reached out to thread his fingers through her blonde hair. This felt so damn good. He stared down at her. The only thing that would improve this moment would be if she took her top off, but he knew there was little chance of that. Even as it was, he was in heaven.

Movement to his right caught his attention, and he glanced up to see three figures approaching through the dark. He could just about make them out, but he very much doubted they had seen him yet; he and Sally were hidden in the shadows of the stalls. Even so, Sally pulled her head away and turned to look at the newcomers.

"Looks like we've got company," she said, still tossing him off. "I wonder who they are." She moved to stand up.

"Don't stop," Paul implored. He was so close.

She looked at him sympathetically. "I have to. We might get caught."

No. He was so close. He gripped Sally's head tightly, pushing his cock back between her lips, finding the back of her mouth. She gagged, saliva spewing forth over his invasive prick. Immediately, he began to fuck her throat; she flailed her arms, but he ignored her. She would forgive him - she always did - but he was going to finish. He was so damn close.

He was sawing his cock into her tight throat when she swung up with her right hand, connecting with his balls. The flare of pain was sudden, immense, and he doubled back in agony. She glared at him as she stood, slapping him hard across his cheek.

"You bastard," she hissed. "You fucking bastard."

He was staring daggers back her - how dare she hit him! - when he realised that the three figures were almost upon them. He stuffed his aching dick back into his pants and stood as best he could, though the pain meant he was still partially hunched over. Despite her anger, Sally smoothed her hair and smiled at the newcomers.

Paul's swollen cock throbbed as they emerged into the light. Another three women, another three sets of massive tits. This wasn't fair.

"Hey there," one of them said. She looked at Paul, raising an eyebrow at his posture.

Sally smiled, holding out her hand. "Hi! I'm Sally. Do you work here?"

The woman smiled back. She had wavy black hair, falling loose and styled over her shoulders, scattered over those massive puppies that pushed out from her tight blue sweater. "No, we saw the lights from the road. Figured we'd see what was going on. Didn't know the place had reopened. We haven't found anywhere to pay, though. Do you know where we can?"

"It's free," Sally said. "They're on a test run. My friends and I snuck in, and now we're the first guests! I'm sure they won't mind some more visitors."

The woman grinned. "Perfect!" She gestured towards Paul. "What's up with him?"

Sally glared at him, smirking unpleasantly. "Oh, him? He tried to take too much of a good thing. He's hurting now."

"Too much candy floss does cause an upset stomach!" the woman laughed.

Sally was still staring menacingly at him. "Something like that."

"I'm Laurie, by the way," the woman said. "And these are my friends Amber and Julia."

The other two women stepped forwards, and Paul cast his eye over them. All were dressed stylishly, if a few seasons out of date, but he appreciated that not everyone could afford to keep up with the latest fashions like Sally and Jessica did. Amber was shorter than the other two, though her tits were still huge despite the smaller stature, and her blonde hair was up in a ponytail. Julia was the middle height of the three, her brown hair cut neatly to frame her face but not reach her shoulders.

"I'll take you through to the main fairground?" Sally said, and Laurie nodded excitedly. His busty girlfriend walked off with the three newcomers, leaving him alone behind the stall.

At least his dick didn't hurt anymore. Now it was just his pride that was wounded. He stood, leaning back against the stall in the dark, and puffed out his cheeks. He'd pissed off his girlfriend and been left with blue balls.

"That was unfortunate," a voice said beside him, and he jumped, spinning to face it.

He instantly relaxed as he saw Mary standing there. The woman was grinning at him.

"How long have you been there?" he said suspiciously, wondering just how much she'd seen.

She stepped towards him then, her grin growing mischievous. "Long enough. I saw that young blonde take your cock into her mouth, and then leave you high and dry. I don't blame you for trying to finish; it was her fault for teasing you so."

Paul raised his arms in satisfaction. "Thank you! Someone on my side."

"I would never do such a thing. If I give a man a blowjob, I make sure I... finish him off." Her lips curled wickedly.

Paul swallowed. His cock was aching, and this conversation was going in one direction. "I'm glad to know that. It would be unfair any other way."

"Indeed it would," Mary said, stepping towards him. She pressed herself against him, placing a hand on his thigh. Her other arm climbed his body until her palm found the back of his head. "Would you like a demonstration?"

Paul could only murmur in agreement as the woman pulled him down into a kiss. Her lips were warm, her body soft, and he wrapped his arms around her body to pin her against him as their tongues found one another. He had cheated on Sally before plenty of times, of course, although never quite so blatantly. She was only just round the corner, but right now he didn't care. He was too horny to do anything different, and besides, it was her fault. She'd caused this by getting him so riled up, so she'd just have to accept the consequences of her actions.

His hands climbed the front of Mary's body, grasping the twin pillows there, and squeezing them. The brunette moaned into their kiss, pushing her chest into his hands, encouraging him. He took the hint, squeezing them more roughly. He could feel the outline of her bra beneath the golf shirt.

"Do you want to see a little more?" Mary whispered, breaking the kiss. Before he could answer, she had grabbed the bottom of her shirt, tugging it over her head. Her massive tits were revealed, and Paul grabbed them eagerly. Giving them a couple of squeezes, he slid his hands round to her back, finding the clasp of her bra. He expected her to resist, but she did not, instead moaning her approval as undid the clasp. The black lacy garment fell away, and her tits were revealed in their naked glory.

Even in the dim light, Paul could tell there were magnificent, and he squeezed them, delighting in the soft flesh beneath his fingertips. He bent down, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth, gently biting down on the sensitive bud. Mary moaned, running her fingers through his hair.

Then her own hands dropped, finding his belt and deftly unbuckling it. She placed a hand on his chest and pushed him upright, before sinking to her knees. He stared down in bliss as the massive-chested brunette unzipped his fly. For the second time that evening, his cock sprang out into the night air.

It was still wet with Sally's saliva, but that did not seem to deter Mary. She leant forwards eagerly, sucking his length between her lips, her tongue already dancing along his shaft. He groaned, reaching out to grasp her head as he had done with Sally, but she was so good he did not feel the need to start face-fucking her. Instead, she did the work herself, bobbing furiously on his cock, her hand passing easily over his saliva-wet dick, some hers and some Sally's.

Her hooters shook magnificently at the movement of her head, and Paul could only watch on in bliss. But something felt... odd. A light-headedness had come over him, and though he groaned in satisfaction at Mary's work some part of his brain was telling him to stop. Was this guilt? Is this what it felt like to feel guilty? He didn't know; he had never felt guilty when cheating on Sally before.

He ignored it, pushing the feeling away, determined to enjoy this blowjob. And enjoying it he was, despite that niggling sense of strangeness. Mary opened her throat, taking his dick past her mouth and deep into her esophagus, and he groaned loudly. She was so fucking good at this. Then again, she was probably a good ten years older than him, so she's had lots of time to practice.

Paul could feel his balls churning. He started to pump his hips, his cock sliding between Mary's lips. She still sucked down on his prick, her tongue swirling around his tip whilst her fist formed another tunnel for him to fuck. It felt so damn good.

The light-headedness was stronger, but Paul was far too close to care. It was not affecting his enjoyment, and he ignored it as his member twitched. Cum rushed to the tip, and with a cry it exploded forth.

Mary's eyes sparkled lasciviously as his jizz sprayed into her mouth, his salty batter bursting out in great waves. She swallowed, and Paul groaned not just at the strength of his orgasm but also at the knowledge that she was drinking down his seed. Sally never swallowed.

At last, he was spent, and he slumped back against the stall. He slid downwards into a sitting position, his legs spread like a ragdoll, and stared at Mary who was still on her knees in front of him. She smiled wickedly.

He grinned back, and pushed himself upright. Or at least he tried to - his muscles wouldn't move. Horror filled him.

The light-headed feeling grew stronger, a swirl of unconsciousness that seemed to sweep through him. His mind faded, black swarming in at the edges of his vision, panic subsumed by nothingness.

The last thing he thought before death took him was how great Mary's tits looked.



Bustyland Ch. 02



Jessica was bored out of her skull. She stared round at the men she was with and rolled her eyes. They were giggling like school children, squirting water guns at targets. Where the fuck was Sally? Her friend had begged her to come out tonight and then had deserted her with these men whilst she went off and fucked her boyfriend. Even now she was off with Paul.

Urgh, Paul. Jessica did not know what Sally saw in him. He was an oaf. Sure, he was good-looking within reason, though he did nothing for her, but the number of times he had come onto her when they were alone was beyond counting. She had never said anything to Sally; the girl was so protective of him. Jessica had seen her friend punch another woman square in the face simply because she'd had the nerve to be unwillingly groped by Paul on the dance floor.

The other men were no better. The engineer, Mark, was a white knight, and she could do without that. People often underestimated her because of her looks and he was doing the same, even if he was doing it politely. Jack, the blonde medicine student, tried too hard to be funny, and Drew was a disgusting little creep who freaked her out. The number of times she had seen him staring at her tits was beyond disturbing.

She had to admit, before tonight she'd had a small soft spot for Kevin. He was actually quite good-looking, in a nerdy way, and his nervousness around women was a little endearing. She liked her men shy, which was a problem when she looked like she did - shy men stayed away; it was the boorish lumps who approached her - and Kevin had been cute. Then she had caught him staring at her changing and, well, that was that. The little perv.

So she was bored. Very bored. It was with huge relief that she saw Sally emerge from behind one of the stalls, though with three women in tow.

Her friend approached, giving the whole group a warm smile, and Jessica rolled her eyes as the men slowly lowered their water guns, distracted by her buxom friend and the equally busty newcomers.

"Hey guys," Sally beamed. "These are visitors, too. Laurie, Amber and Julia." The three women giggled and said hello, before Sally turned to the woman running the stall. That was another thing about this place that pissed Jessica off; all the women were gorgeous. It's not that she was jealous - no, she was definitely not even remotely jealous at no longer being the hottest woman around, not at all - but that this entire fairground seemed to objectify women. There was clearly only one reason they had been hired. Well, two.

"Do you think Mary would mind some more guests here?" Sally was asking the women behind the stall. She got a shrug in response. "Good enough," her blonde friend answered with a grin.

The women dispersed amongst the group immediately, latching on to a man and smiling. Laurie, the tall brunette with a massive rack, had gravitated towards Jack, Amber towards Kevin, and Julia towards Mark.

She watched as Kevin grinned at the short blonde now talking to him, his eyes drawn eagerly to her magnificent pillows. A flare of anger ran through her, and she forced it back down. What the fuck, Jess? You don't like him, the little perv. Let him stare at someone else's tits. The heck was wrong with her? It's as if some part of her was jealous he was no longer staring at her chest.

They chatted for a while, the stall forgotten, until she noticed Sally looking around, concerned. She stepped towards her. "What's up, Sally? Looking for Paul?" It wouldn't have surprised her to learn that Paul was off fucking one of the women here in the fairground; hell, Mary - the woman who had first approached them - had been flirting outrageously with him at the previous stall. Jessica was amazed Sally had been able to hold herself in check.

"Yeh, I don't know where he is."

Jessica placed her arm on her friend's shoulder. "Were you with him?"

The blonde looked back at her and bit her lower lip. "I was... but then these women arrived and I... I hit him."

Jessica gasped. "You hit him? Why? What did he do?"

"He didn't do anything! Why do you have to be so accusatory?" Sally snapped, glaring at her. Jessica sighed. Clearly, he had done something - Sally didn't slap people for no reason, at least not Paul - but she wouldn't admit it now. The woman had a mental block when it came to that asshole.

"Do you want to find him?"

Sally nodded. "Yes."

"Then we'll go look."

It seemed that the rest of the group had decided to move on, too, and Jessica announced that she and Sally were going to look for Paul. She cast another annoyed glance at Kevin and Amber before catching herself. The group actually had the nerve to seem surprised that she spoke.

"Well, I'm going to the circus tent to see what's there," Drew said loudly, stepping away from the group. "Anyone coming with me?"

Jessica was delighted that he was going in a separate direction. She'd feared he would try and insinuate himself with their group, and she smirked when she thought no one in their right mind would go with him. Her eyes opened wide as Laurie stepped forwards.

"Sure, I'll come," the brunette smiled broadly. The two of them began to wander off towards the main tent.

Shaking the surprise from her head, Jessica turned back to the group. Jack and Kevin laughed as they set off towards the dodgems, both clearly doing their best to impress Amber, who was going with them. The little blonde bitch seemed delighted to have two men competing for her attention. Stop it, Jess...

Finally, Mark and Julia approached them. "We can come if you like?"

Sally nodded. "I'm sure he's just round the corner..." There was a definite note of worry in her voice. What had happened between them?

Wondering what the hell they would find, Jessica followed the rest of the group.

***

Drew couldn't believe his luck. The night had taken a turn for the worse when the fairground had turned out to be occupied, but here he was in the company of a gorgeous, busty brunette. Never before had he been so close to such a buxom beauty who wasn't actively ignoring him. This was heaven!

Of course, he'd had no idea they'd bump into these women when they got to the fairground. If he'd known, he'd have campaigned for their coming here much sooner. He just knew that the amusement park was supposed to be haunted, and he'd planned to play some cruel pranks on his housemates when he got here. Heck, he might even have had a surreptitious grobe of Sally or Jessica in the dark.

As it was, he barely thought about those two, too preoccupied with thoughts of lust regarding Laurie. The brunette held his arm as they walked, her mammoth tits pressed against him, and he struggled to think.

The circus tent was ahead of them, a light bright inside it. It was where Mary and the other staff had come out and so he guessed it was their base of operations. He wasn't quite sure why he was so keen to see it; he supposed it might have been to do with always wanting to see a clown. Even though it was unlikely one would be there, he might still get to pretend.

Reaching the flap, he pulled it open and stepped inside. Laurie followed behind him and he grinned at the broad space. It was huge, seeming to be even larger on the inside than the outside, and he trotted towards the large open area in the middle with a giggle. This is great!

Laurie followed up behind, and Drew turned to her with a small smile. They were alone... perhaps he should make his move. He'd never really understood women, but this one clearly loved him - why else would she be so determined to follow him? - and he knew that meant he could have his way with her. All those nights listening to Sally and Paul go at it in Paul's bedroom had given him a decent understanding of how relationships worked, and he was pretty sure he was in one with Laurie now.

He stepped towards her, wrapping one arm around her waist, and she did not pull away. Instead, she reached up to run her fingers through his hair. He leaned in to kiss her.

The sudden pain in his gut as her knee connected knocked the wind out of him, and he doubled over. Another blow against his head sent him sprawling over the floor. She stood over him, glaring down in sudden anger at his prone form, and he felt tears prickling in the corners of his eyes.

An ethereal cackle filled the air, and Drew rolled over. The world was spinning, turning upside down, rotating. The laugh seemed close, then far away, then close again. There would be one Laurie standing menacingly above him one moment; two the next. He closed his eyes. He didn't want to be here. He wished he wasn't. Why had things turned out this way? He thought she loved him!

"Wake up, sonny," said a gruff man's voice, seeming on the verge of manic laughter.

Drew pried open one eye, and shrieked. A man stood above him, next to Laurie, white makeup splashed across his face, red on his eyes and lips. He wore a bright yellow jumpsuit dotted with red spots, some large and intentional, others looking suspiciously like dried blood. His blue wig sat neatly on his head. A clown.

"I said wake up!" The man roared with laughter, kicking Drew, who groaned and sobbed. "Wakey wakey! Wakey wakey!"

Then man stood perfectly still, staring down at him. "Wake up." The noise was like a hiss.

Drew pushed himself upright, desperate to avoid another beating, and raised his hands. "I don't know what you want. I have money. Let me go and I'll get you money."

The man grinned, disturbingly widely. "Money? I don't need money!" He roared with laughter again. "No, there's nothing you have that I need." The expression dropped off his face in an instant. "What is your name, sonny?"

"D... Drew. Please... please don't hurt me," Drew sobbed. "I'll do anything to help you."

The clown cocked his head. "Anything? Hmm... little Drewy-wewy-wewy, I think I can come up with a plan for you. Those two..." the man paused, rolling his eyes and letting a shiver run through his body. "Those two busty beauties you came with. Do you know them well?"

Drew nodded furiously. Did he want to rape them? Whatever he wanted, Drew would help him get it if he only let him live!

"Gooood, little Drewy-woo-woo. This is my park. Mine. These women are mine. Mine, mine, mine." He cackled again, and did a little dance. "All mine."

"Who... who are you?"

"Who am I? I am the circus-master, the chief clown, president of silly!" Another raucous burst of disturbing laughter. "I bring these women here, and I make them mine."

"You rape them?"

The clown leaned forwards, anger on his face. "I free them, Drew-poo-poo. I release them from their lives so that they may live forever in fun!"

Drew looked up at Laurie, who was smiling serenely. "Are you... are you going to kill her?"

"Kill her?" The clown burst out laughing again, dancing towards Laurie. She gazed lovingly at him as he arrived, and he took hold of her breasts in both hands and squeezed them roughly. "Honk honk!" He turned back to Drew. "I cannot kill her Drew-oo-oo, because she's already dead."

Drew whimpered.

"Don't be scared. She had a tickle a few years ago, but now look," the clown gestured towards her gleefully. "She's in the prime of her life."

"H... How?"

"Oh, it is simple Drewy-lewy-lewy. They come to my park, and I kill them. Then they stay forever!" He laughed maniacally again. "Your two women. I want them in my... collection. I want them here with me until the end of time."

"What about my other friends?"

The clown waggled his hips. "The men? Yuck! Yuck, yuck, yuck. No need for them. They have one good use, of course - my beautiful girls can suck their life force right out of their little pricks."

"Suck their life force?"

"Hee hee! Of course! It makes us all feel more alive. It is nice, welcome, but not necessary. We try to get as many as possible that way. I think they enjoy it too, really. Who wouldn't, seeing such wonderful boobies. Letting yourself go down their delightful little throats. Every man's dream, no?"

"So you kill them with blowjobs?"

"Yes!" The clown clapped his hands together. "My girls enjoy it too. No sex. Sex is bad. Sex is just for us. But dicks in mouth; they like that. They get the energy, then they give the energy to us. But now it is too late. Now we just kill the men. A shame, but necessary. Those women must be mine."

Drew couldn't believe what he was hearing. This clown wanted to claim Jessica and Sally? Then again, if he was telling the truth, if he really had 'collected' the women here, then Jessica and Sally would fit right in. Beautiful and busty, just like all the other girls. Despite his fear, Drew had to ask. "Did you... bring all these women here?"

"Over the years, I collected them. Most were my staff. Some, like your friend here-" he waved at Laurie "-were customers." He paused, his face darkening. "It was her fault. It was all her fault!" The last sentence was said with a snap of annoyance, and Laurie briefly looked scared.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Drew said quietly.

"Oh, don't be, Drewy-gooey-gooey. She's more than made up for it over the years. She was here with her friends, you see, on the rollercoaster. I needed more, I wanted more. I couldn't resist. So tempting. Their bosoms... so heaving. I had to have them."

"You caused the rollercoaster collapse? These girls are the cheerleaders?"

The clown clapped his hands together and shimmied. "Of course! I killed them all! But that was too many. Too many. Too many. It shut my park. I didn't care. Not at the time. I was too giddy. But now. Now I am too weak to leave this tent. Now I want more and there are none to be had. Not in an empty park. No customers. No women. No busty bounteous boobies bouncing bodaciously! Not until now!"

He leant forwards, his face inches from Drew's. "I want them. I want them in my park. Forever. So you will bring them to me." He stood, and with a flourish produced a knife as long as Drew's forearm. "You will bring them to me or I will kill you, yes?"

Drew cried out, tears streaking down his face. He was frozen in place with fear. "Yes! Yes, I will bring them to you!"

"Goood, Drewy-lewy-lewy. Let's make you like newy-newy-newy."

Drew screamed as the knife was plunged into his chest.

***

Mark led the way behind the stalls with Sally, Jessica and Julia, his eyes scanning for Paul. He called out a few times, but got no answer. Every so often they would come across one of the gorgeous women working here as staff, yet none ever knew where Paul was.

He worried, but not overly so. It was not uncommon for Paul to disappear, especially not when chances were it was with a beautiful woman. But to do it with Sally around? That was new. He'd never been that bold before.

They came to the rear of the coconut shy, and saw no sign of him. Mark crouched, and glanced around. "I can't see him here."

"Me neither," said Sally, her voice tinged with fear. "I hope he's alright. I hope I didn't drive him off!"

Jessica laid a hand on her friend's arm, and Julia came to crouch by him. "I don't think you should be here," the beautiful brunette said.

Mark turned to her quizzically, trying to stop his eyes from being drawn to the wonderful cleavage her low-cut green cardigan exposed. "How do you mean?"

"I think we aren't supposed to be here."

A voice made him jump to his feet. "You're not."

Mark narrowed his eyes into the darkness, relief flooding through him as he saw Mary emerge. The woman looked as gorgeous as ever, her black golf shirt pulled taut over her massive chest. He struggled to look at her face.

"I'm sorry, we're just looking for a friend of mine. Have you seen him?"

Mary smiled. "Paul? No. I saw him come back here with your blonde companion. But after that, I don't know where he went. I think maybe they had a little argument, no?" She smiled sweetly at Sally.

"What have you done with him?" Sally roared, stepping towards Mary and slapping her round the face. "Did you fuck him? Steal him? I'll beat you, you fucking whore!"

"Jesus, Sally!" Mark shouted, stepping forwards and hauling his friend off the shocked form of Mary. He knew Sally could be batshit crazy when it came to Paul sometimes, but to outright attack another woman, even if she had been flirting with Paul...

"She's done something!" Sally screamed, struggling in his grip.

Mary stared daggers at the two of them, clutching the side of her face. "I suggest you take your friend away. I believe I heard him say, after this little bitch had punched him in the balls, that he was going to the main circus tent."

"Punched him... in the balls?" Mark raised an eyebrow.

Mary stepped forward. "Oh yes, he tried to fuck her face, didn't he, honey?" She reached up to stroke a finger down Sally's face. "And you didn't like that. You hit him. You drove him away."

Sally sobbed, going limp in Mark's hands. He struggled to hold her upright.

"I suggest you go to the main circus tent," Mary shrugged. "I imagine that he's there."

A squeal from Jessica caught Mark's attention. She had pulled back the flap at the rear of the stall whilst Mary had been berating them, and her face was deathly pale. "He's... he's not in the circus tent. Oh, God."

"Get away from there!" Mary shrieked, lunging towards her. Jessica stepped aside, pulling the flap with her. It fell to the ground with a rustle.

Mark gasped, his head feeling fuzzy as he saw what lay at Jessica's feet. Paul. He was lying on his back, dessicated and pale, his pants undone and his flaccid cock exposed. He was clearly dead.

Sally shrieked, diving towards the body, scooping it up in her arms and sobbing loudly. Mary, meanwhile, had picked herself up from her desperate lunge and was glaring around like a wild animal cornered. She growled at Jessica.

Mark glanced over his shoulder and cold fear ran through him. They were being slowly surrounded, the women that had emerged from the main tent with Mary approaching them from all sides. None were armed, but there was a menacing set to their stride.

"Run!" he shouted, diving towards Mary and punching her square in the face. The woman stumbled backwards, and he took the opportunity to haul Sally to her feet. The blonde was reluctant, and he spun her round, swiping a stinging slap across her cheek.

"Run!" he screamed again, and she seemed to take the message, scrambling to her feet and running away from the stalls. Jessica followed, close on her friend's heels, and Mark and Julia followed up the rear. Julia had been surprisingly quiet throughout the episode, but he did not blame her for being stunned.

They raced through a gap in between stalls, back out into the main parade ground. He was not sure why Sally had run in this direction, but he was at least grateful it was light. Everywhere else lay in pitch blackness.

The women were behind them again now, and this time he did see metal glinting in their hand. "They've got knives!" he bellowed, turning to push them into motion once more. Sally and Jessica darted on ahead, towards the dodgems in the distance, and he set off after them.

The rollercoaster loomed large to their right, and the two women ahead of him ran past it, still heading towards Kevin and Jack at the dodgems. But as Mark reached the base, another woman emerged from behind an advertisement hoarding. She swiped at Mark with the knife in her hand, and he barely moved out of the way in time. He backed off, trying to avoid her but ever-mindful of the other women approaching. They were close now.

Suddenly, Julia flew at the woman, her mouth twisted in rage. "This is where it was. You bitch! This is where it was!"

The knife was cast out of the woman's hand, and Mark scrambled to pick it up. Julia was kneeling on top of the woman now, her fists pounding against their attacker's face, and Mark hauled her to her feet. He glanced over at the dodgems. Too far to run now; they'd be exposed in the open again. Hidden as they were in the shadow of the rollercoaster, he didn't think his hunters had seen him.




Bustyland Ch. 02



"This way," Julia said, grabbing his arm and tugging him towards the coaster's entrance. He followed her up the metal stairs that led into the building, holding the knife tightly as he worriedly looked around, and soon he was inside.

He slammed shut the door, locking it tight behind him, and slumped against it. "What the fuck was that?" he said, breathless. "What the fuck happened? Oh my God, Paul is dead. Paul is dead."

He felt tender hands on his shoulders, and he opened his eyes. Julia was looking at him soothingly, her green eyes wide. She looked scared. "It's alright, Mark. We'll find a way out. I don't know where my friends are, either." She looked down at the knife in his hands. "You don't look comfortable holding that, Mark. Let me take it for a while."

Mark nodded, releasing his grip on the weapon. Julia took it from him.

Then it was pressed tightly against his throat.

***

"Help!" shrieked a woman's voice, and Kevin looked up in horror. His car hurtled towards Jack's, and the two of them turned their heads to see Sally streaking into the dodgems tent, Jessica right behind. "Help us!"

With a crunch their cars connected, and Kevin was thrown forwards. Amber was in another car, though she had stopped, concern and fear written on her face. He jumped from the seat, running to Sally and grabbing her shoulders. She was shaking, and her eyes were red with tears. "What's the matter? What's happened?" Beside him, Jack appeared.

"It's Paul... he's... he's dead..."

"What?" Kevin said, going cold. "What do you mean he's dead?"

Jessica stepped closer. "We found his body. That woman... Mary. She killed him. He looked drained, somehow. Then they all attacked. They chased us."

"Where's Mark? Julia?" Kevin glanced behind them. There was nothing but pitch darkness outside the tent.

Jessica spun around, wild-eyed. "I... I don't know. We've lost them. They must have got them too!" She looked horrified, and Kevin was worried she would run off after them.

He stood there stunned. Paul dead? Mark missing? This place seemed like such fun, if a little eerie... but now. Fuck, now he just wanted to go home.

"We've got to call the cops," he said, reaching for his cellphone. Jack pulled out his too, and flipped it open.

"I've got no signal," the medicine student said quietly. Kevin squinted at his own phone. No signal.

"How can we have no signal? We're only on the edge of town!"

"Because this place is completely fucked up," Jessica snapped. "We've got to get out of here."

Kevin was moving towards the exit of the tent, when Jack's voice stopped him. "Look, we've got to find our friends," Jack said. "We need to go and look. We can't leave Mark and Drew to suffer the same fate."

Sally nodded. "We do. I owe it to Mark. And to..." she sniffed, holding back tears. "And to Paul!"

"Then let's look," Kevin agreed.

Jessica shook her head. "There's no way I'm going back out there, not unarmed. They're fucking batshit crazy. They had knives. Knives! We need to leave."

"Why don't we split up," Jack said quietly. "Sally and I can see if we can find them. Two people are harder to spot than five. You three can see if you can find an exit. Go and get help, or at least get the cars."

"I can't hotwire Mark's car!"

Jack glared at him. "Of course you fucking can! You think he'll mind if he's in serious trouble? 'You saved my life, but I'm pissed because you jacked my car?' You fucking idiot!"

"Fine, fine. We'll look for a way out. But you should come with us. I've seen enough horror movies to know that splitting up is a bad idea."

Jack shook his head. "I can't leave them out there. Not even Drew." Then he grinned. "Besides, they might need medical help, and I'm practically a doctor now."

He moved towards the tent flap, taking a deep, shaky breath, before disappearing into the night. Sally followed him.

Kevin looked at Jessica, then at Amber. "I suppose we should find a fucking exit."

***

Drew awoke with a scream. The pain that had been searing through him only a moment before was gone, the knife that was plunged into his chest nowhere to be seen. He reached up, running his hand along his chest, trying to find a tear in the red jumpsuit.

Wait, a jumpsuit?

He sat bolt upright, fear running through him. He held up his hand. Ghostly white. Oh shit, oh shit!

A cackle sounded to his left, and he spun around. "Do you like your new self, Drewy-kins?" The clown sat there, a manic grin on his face. "It's a whole new you. A better you. Don't you agree, Laurie-dear?"

"Very much so," the brunette said from behind him, and Drew spun to face her. She grinned at him.

"What's happened to me?" Drew stammered.

"I improved you," the clown answered, spreading his hands and gesturing to himself. "Made you like me! Everyone wants to be like me. If I want you to bring me the girls, I need to make you want to, no? Need to give you a stake in their capture. So now, you want what I want. You get the same... perks."

Drew's mouth went cold. "Perks?"

The clown cackled wildly. "Now I share this park with you. I don't mind. Gets lonely with no male company. Brand new Drew; now one of two. Gets to share the women too!"

"So you're saying I can... control these women?"

"Not control... suggest, order, manipulate. They'll do as you say but they are not puppets. Puppets are no fun to fuck!" He clapped his hands together. "Try it now. Now. I'll watch. Make sure you're doing it right."

Drew wet his lips and eyed Laurie up and down. She placed her hand on her hip, grinning. "Come here, Laurie," he said.

She sashayed towards him, her eyes glinting, and then placed her hands on Drew's shoulders. "What can I do for you?"

Drew took a deep breath, running one finger down her cheek. He reached up, grasping her tits, squeezing the hooters through her sweater. She did not complain. He squeezed harder, rougher, enjoying the feel of her airbags beneath his palms. She merely grinned.

"Take off your sweater," he mumbled, and she winked at him, reaching down to grasp the garment.

"And my shirt too?" she asked sweetly. He nodded feebly, and she giggled, pulling the clothes over her head. Her massive tits in their white bra were revealed. He grasped them again.

"Oh fuck," he sighed, feeling them beneath his hands. "Take off your bra."

She did as she was told, reaching behind her to undo the clasp. It opened, the bra falling loose, and Drew eagerly tugged it from her body.

"You're keen," she said mischievously, wrapped her arms around his neck. Her magnificent pillows called for his hands, and he pressed his fingers into the soft flesh. He could not believe this was happening.

He looked up, staring into Laurie's eyes, and then kissed her. She kissed him back, one of her hands moving to hold his head tightly as she drove her tongue into his mouth. True passion. He never let go of her tits, holding the globes tightly, feeling them under his palms.

After a moment he pulled away, staring down at the bulge that had formed beneath his red jumpsuit. The corners of Laurie's lips twisted into a wicked grin.

He didn't say a word as she dropped to her knees, reaching for the flap on his groin. She pulled it open deftly, and he groaned as she grasped his now-albino cock, guiding it free of the material. Her lips parted, her eyes glowing lasciviously, and she took him into her mouth.

It was like heaven. Drew had never had a blowjob before, only seen them on the internet. He had never imagined it could feel this good. Her tongue swirled around his length, licking and kissing all the right parts, and he reached down to rest his hands on her head. Her tits looked amazing as she knelt in front of him.

She pulled off, using her hands to caress him whilst she kissed his balls. Her delicate tongue swept over his sack, and her lips left a trail of slight wetness. She sucked one of his balls into her mouth, toying with it ever-so-gently, and then let it go to repeat the motion with the other.

After a moment, she returned to his shaft, licking her way up the underside. He stared down at her, and couldn't take anymore.

He gestured for her to stand, and she did so with a giggle, reaching down to stroke his dick some more as she reinitiated their kiss. Drew found the button of her jeans, undoing it and beginning to push the pants down. She stepped away then, moving to sit on the dusty ground, lifting her long, luscious legs to let him slide the jeans from her. Soon she was sitting in only her delicate white panties.

Drew knelt down, grasping the top of the panties, tugging them from her. She lifted her hips and he slid them from her body, revealing her glistening pussy. He moaned.

Behind him the clown cackled again. "Brand new Drew, she's all for you; now she's begging for a screw!"

Then Laurie turned over, pushing herself onto all-fours. He moved behind her, his erection rock-hard, and she turned her head and smiled wickedly as he lined his cock up with her entrance.

He pushed inwards, groaning at the sensation of the busty beauty's pussy swallowing up his manhood. She felt so good. He rested there a moment, ignoring the red jumpsuit and the pallor of his skin, focusing only on how tight and magnificent her cunt felt. 

Then he started to pump his hips. Almost immediately he was moving fast, unable to contain himself when presented with such a wonderful creature as Laurie. Her smile was wide as his cock hammered into her.

Her body shook with the power of his rampant thrusts, her massive tits shaking beneath her, swinging like gigantic fleshy pendulums. Drew couldn't help but reach around to grasp those hooters, enjoying the feel of them filling his palms. He could feel himself wrapped around Laurie's lovely body; feel her hot cunt welcoming in his dick.

He groaned, knowing he was close. He'd not had any experience with women, and he was amazed he'd lasted this long. His hips were slapping noisily against her ass as he ploughed her eager snatch.

"Brand new Drew, you're right on cue; fill that girl up with your goo!" The clown launched into raucous laughter, but Drew did not care.

"Urgh, fuck!" he grunted, his clown's cock spasming, his jizz spraying into Laurie's wonderful cunt. She grinned at him, moaning as he pumped her full of his cum.

When he was done, he pulled out of Laurie, grinning at the sight of her beautiful naked body. Hauling himself to his feet, he tucked his dick back into his jumpsuit.

The crown giggled, dancing to his feet. "Now you have incentive!" he laughed. "Go and get me those girls!"



Bustyland Ch. 03



The busty women stood in a half-circle around Drew, Laurie at his shoulder. He eyed them with annoyance. He had gathered them here to organise them into search parties; the clown had told him that his friends could not escape the park whilst it was still night, so they must be somewhere nearby. It was just a matter of locating them.

That was when he had been given the bad news. Not only had Sally and Jessica been spotted, they had been surrounded. They should have been captured. But yet, they had not.

"What do you mean, they evaded you?" Drew said, advancing on Mary.

The big-titted brunette raised her hands apologetically, fear in her eyes. "I'm sorry! They were too quick. For all of us." She gestured round at the assembled women. Every single one was a ghost, killed by the clown over the course of many years, each added to his personal collection of buxom fucktoys. And now he wanted two more - Drew's friends. Drew was determined to catch them for him.

Not least because that power over the women had now been shared with Drew. It was a power he already revelled in. He saw another opportunity to use it.

"You useless bitch," he growled at Mary, the ponytailed brunette shrinking back at his anger. He reached out, grabbing her right tit, squeezing the globe too harshly. She yelped in pain, but did not pull away, and he brought both hands to bear on her chest pillows. "You let them go? I'll show you what happens to failures."

She looked at him, her eyes shimmering with terror as he reached up to grab her head, his hands wrapping around the base of her ponytail. Then he forced her to her knees. Reaching for his jumpsuit, he pulled out his albino cock - made so by his transformation into another clown - and waved it in front of her face. He had rapidly grown hard, staring at Mary's body, and the feel of her hooters in his hands had done the rest of the work.

"Open your fucking whore mouth," he spat, pushing his cock against the brunette's lips. She opened them, willingly taking her punishment, her eyes speaking of her fear even as he immediately thrust his dick into her throat.

She gagged, saliva spewing forth, but he did not stop. Instead, Drew reached to hold her head with his other hand, too, and started to thrust roughly into the pretty ghost's mouth. She might have been dead, but she was still warm and tight. And the look of fear in her eyes as his cock ploughed her esophagus almost drove him over the edge.

He looked around at the assembled group. Each was a beautiful, busty woman - the clown chose his victims well - and each looked scared that they might be next. The only woman not looking terrified was Laurie, who stood just behind Drew, a smirk on her lips as she took in the scene.

Drew glared at the women. "You see what happens when you fail me?" he said low, staring round. "You see what I do to you?" With that, he pushed Mary's head fully onto his dick, forcing himself down her throat. She gagged, her eyes rolling back, and flailed slightly. He held her there as he carried on talking.

"I want search parties. Groups of three of you, scouring this park. It's not big enough for them to hide forever, and there are enough of us. When you find them, catch them, or if they're still all together then call for help." He started to saw his hips, fucking Mary's wonderful throat. She gagged repeatedly, the whites of her eyes showing, and he moved one hand to hold her cheek for better support. "Do you understand?" The women nodded.

His friends were another matter. On the one hand, they were in the way; an obstacle to be removed. On the other, the clown had told him that the best way to kill them was to let the women suck the life force out of them, quite literally, via their dicks. Drew was well aware that such opportunities were unlikely now - his friends were too scared to be accepting blowjobs from busty women trying to kill them - but he wanted to know what it felt like. Apparently the women shared that energy once they had collected it. He had not been there to partake in Paul's life force; he needed them to collect someone else's.

Still, that would have to wait for the future. For now, he needed his friends dead. He eyed the assembled women again as Mary's throat tightened around his prick's brutal incursion. "With the men, simply kill them. I know you prefer to suck them to death, but we won't get the chance now. Kill them however you can, and however you want to. Just get them out of the way. Now fetch me those women!"

The women murmured their understanding of his orders then quickly dispersed in groups of three, spreading out to search the amusement park. Drew grinned, looking back down at the brunette who spasmed in his grasp. His cock assaulted her mouth quickly now, and Mary sobbed between wretching gags. Dead or not, she could clearly still feel pain.

"This is what you get for failing me," he hissed. He could feel himself getting close. He gripped her head more tightly, using it as leverage as he forced his prick down her throat. Then with a rapturous cry, he came, his jizz splashing in great waves down her esophagus.

He pulled out, grinning wickedly as Mary spluttered and gasped, falling back onto her ass and lying sobbing at his feet. Her eyes refocused, the look of fear on her face not diminished, and he crouched down.

Taking hold of one of her massive tits, he gave it a rough squeeze. "Don't fail me again, Mary. Next time, I might not be so forgiving."

***

Jack reached out to grab Sally's arm. She spun at his touch, her eyes wide, and he gestured for her to crouch. Reluctantly, she did.

The blonde was going to get them killed. She was too eager - too headstrong. He knew she was hurting, knowing that Paul was dead, but she was running straight into danger and he didn't want to end up there with her.

"We need to slow down," he said. "We're going to run straight into a group of those women if we're not careful."

She stared at him, something approaching anger in her eyes. Slowly, very slowly, she nodded. "Alright."

"Where are we going first? We need a plan," he whispered, pleased she had seen at least some sense. If they were going to find Mark they needed to stay hidden.

"Mark was with us when we were in the parade ground. We lost him when we ran past the rollercoaster. Maybe he's there."

"And Drew?"

Sally's lips twisted into a sneer. "He went to the circus tent, didn't he? Little perv is probably loving this."

"Loving being hunted and killed? Have a fucking soul, Sally," Jack snapped. Creep or not, Drew did not deserve to die.

She sighed. "You're right. Even Drew wouldn't be enjoying this. Shall we check out the rollercoaster?"

Jack nodded. The shape loomed large ahead of them, foreboding and eerie under the floodlights. "Perfect," he muttered.

They moved off.

***

Kevin stood in front of the chain link fence, cold fear filling his body. He, Jessica and Amber had fled to the outskirts of the amusement park, stumbling through the pitch blackness until they came across the fence. Where before it had been tattered and broken in places, it was now pristine.

Whatsmore, it was taller than it had been before. Kevin had already attempted to climb it once, only to find it slimy and wet, his fingers not able to find purchase upon its oily surface. They would have no luck climbing it.

"We'll have to find the entrance," he whispered, and the two women looked at him. Jessica had panic written in her eyes but, to her credit, she did not express that emotion outwardly. Instead, she nodded, ignoring Amber, who sidled up to stand next to Kevin.

The buxom blonde wrapped an arm around his waist, burying her head in the crook of his neck. He could feel her huge tits pressed against his arm, and he did his best to ignore the wonderful feel of the boobs against him. Jessica stared daggers at Amber a moment, then spun away and started walking.

"It'll be alright," he said softly to Amber as they moved off after the redhead. "We'll be alright."

She pulled her head away to smile at him sweetly, then stood more straight so that they could hurry after Jessica.

They skirted the edges until they found the main entrance, and Kevin heard Jessica curse under her breath. It was just as tall, and just as impossible to climb. Layers of bolts and locks, an almost comically absurd number, dotted it to keep it firmly closed, and he knew they'd have no luck there.

"What the fuck do we do?" he said softly. "We're fucking stuck here."

Jessica looked at him with narrowed us, warning him without words not to start freaking out. He swallowed, nodding back in agreement. He had to keep calm. Then the redhead gazed back into the park, and pointed at something.

 "How about there?" she said. Kevin followed the line of her finger and realised she was gesturing towards the ferris wheel. It was fairly large, one of the bigger he had seen at a fairground like this, with decent-sized pods. They were not enclosed, but they did have walls and a canopy; if they crouched down they could probably remain hidden there.

"Seems as good an idea as any," he agreed, peering at it again. It was not far away at all; they could be there within a few minutes. Not that he knew what they'd do once they got there, but hiding was surely better than being out in the open.

Movement in the distance caught his attention, and he hissed under his breath. The two women turned and froze as they saw the group, too. Three silhouettes seemed to be scanning the fairground, and though Kevin and his companions were hidden in the shadows they would be seen if the group came much closer.

He crept forward until he was standing by Jessica's side. "Shall we go around them?" He did not know why he was allowing Jessica to make the decisions, but she seemed more capable than him. And for all Amber's sweetness, she did not appear the sort to take control in a crisis.

Jessica shrugged, dropping to a crouch next to him. "I guess so."

Then the world exploded in stars, and Kevin slumped forward onto the grass. He lay there, dazed, his head swimming as pain lanced through his skull, when he became aware of shouting in the distance. Only, it wasn't in the distance, he realised as his consciousness slowly returned.

Rolling onto his back, he saw Amber and Jessica wrestling, Amber shouting at the top of her voice. The metal bar which she had hit him with was discarded by her side. He lifted his head, the effort filling him with agony, and realised that the three distant figures were running towards them. They could not possibly have seen them yet, but they were following the sound of the shouts.

She's betrayed us! his mind screamed as he watched the two women grappling. Amber grasped hold of Jessica's hair, tugging it backwards, and the well-stacked redhead grasped Amber's top in response. They spun, pulling on their respective handfuls of the other, and even in his dazed state, some part of Kevin appreciated it when Amber's shirt ripped open, her sinful hooters clad in their pretty white bra revealed.

Slowly, he pushed himself to his feet, wavering as he stood. The figures were closer now, and he knew that he didn't have long to react.

"Get off her," he said with a slurred voice, wrapping his arms around Amber and stumbling to the floor once more. She fell with him, her hold on Jessica broken, and her fist connected with his face. Once more bright lights flashed before his eyes and pain filled his skull, and Kevin rolled onto his back.

The flash of metal in Amber's hand made him realise that this was it. She had pulled a knife from somewhere, and she slowly raised it above her head, her beautiful face twisted in venomous rage. Her hooters heaved with her deep breaths, and he thought that if he was going to go, at least he could stare at her tits whilst he did so.

As the knife flashed down she lurched off him with a low gurgle, blood suddenly running down the side of her head. Kevin looked up, dazed and befuddled. Jessica stood over him, the metal bar in her hands, its top wet with blood. She glared at Amber, who lay motionless in the grass.

"Get off him, you bitch," she snarled.

Kevin tried to speak, but his limbs wouldn't move. The redhead above him glanced down, her eyes opening wide with horror, and she tossed the metal bar away as if it was white hot. Then she knelt down, grasping his arms and pulling him upright.

"Come on, Kevin," she said soothingly as he staggered. "We've got to go. Lean on me, buddy."

She wrapped his arm around her shoulder, letting him sag onto her, and stumbled forwards. She was a good foot and a half shorter than him - Kevin was a fairly tall man - and somewhere in the back of his mind he was grateful that she was compromising her own escape in order to aid him.

They tottered forwards until they neared the ferris wheel. There, Kevin felt his mind returning, and he allowed himself a look back. The very effort of turning his head made him feel dizzy, but he was pleased to see no sign of the three women hunting them. They had probably found Amber, but had no clue where he and Jessica had gone.

The ferris wheel loomed large ahead of them as they pushed on towards the entrance tent.

***

Mark was frozen in place, the cold steel of Julia's knife pressed against his throat. He could feel its sharp edge biting into his skin, not yet drawing blood but only fractions away from doing so. He held his breath.

Julia glared up at him, but he thought he saw something in her green eyes. Confusion?

The knife wavered, and Mark took his moment. White knight he may have been, but he had no problem hitting a woman when she was trying to slit his throat. He punched her in the only place he could reach: her boob. She staggered back, the knife sagging, and he ran, pushing her to the ground as he flashed past. Vaulting the rollercoaster car, he leapt to the other platform, scrabbling for the exit. At last he found it, finding the door handle and yanking it open.

Or at least tried to. It wouldn't budge, and he pulled again, horror filling him as he realised it was locked. Spinning, he realised his only way out was the way he had come in, or jumping from the tracks that led out of either end. But they were too high up to make sure that was safe, and he had no idea what was beneath them. He could be jumping to his death.

Julia had climbed back to her feet, and was lurching towards him with anger in her eyes. Yet she seemed conflicted, almost physically so. Whilst her advance was inexorable, her torso appeared to be twisting away, and her expression flashed quickly between rage and horror.

She reached the rollercoaster car, clambering over it in an effort to reach Mark. She froze.

Mark watched as the colour drained from her face, her eyes welling with tears. Then she doubled over, the knife clattering to the floor of the car, and sobs wracked her body.

He watched on a moment, unsure of whether this was a trick, but as Julia climbed back onto the far platform and curled up in the fetal position, still crying, he realised she was genuine. He edged forwards, grabbing the knife in one quick movement when he reached the car, then climbed over it to reach her.

"Are... are you alright?" he said, tentatively approaching her. He knew he should ignore her, should have left her there and run, but he could not. Despite everything, despite the horror of this place, he could not bring himself to leave behind a woman. He crouched down at her side. "What's the matter?"

She looked up at him with red-rimmed eyes, her brown hair no longer quite so neat. "I... remember this place. I thought I did before, when we met that woman who attacked you. It's..." She trailed off, sobbing again. Mark leant forwards, though he still held the knife tightly in his left hand.

"It's what, Julia?"

She sobbed again, burying her face in his chest. At last, she pulled away, looking at him with sad eyes. "It's where I died."

He reared back, instantly on his feet again and pointing his knife at the buxom brunette. "What?" he said. He felt his body going cold with fright. "What the fuck do you mean?"

She pushed herself into a sitting position, faint sobs still shivering through her body, then gestured around. She smiled weakly. "I'm dead, Mark. I'm a ghost. Everyone here is, except your friends. We're all fucking dead."

"You're lying. That's impossible," he muttered, still backing away from her. He was closing on the track entrance. He knew there was a drop. He didn't care.

Slowly, Julia stood. "It's not. We're all dead. There's a... clown here. He kills women. Keeps them as his own. We come back under his control, mesmerised. It's... fuzzy. I just know I wanted to serve him and to please him. I don't know how long I've been here." She broke eye contact with him to stare at the rollercoaster car. "I died here with my friends. Those two women I was with before? We all died on this rollercoaster."

"The fucking cheerleaders," Mark hissed, his back finding the edge of the building. He could feel the cool night air blowing in mere feet to his right. The drop. An escape.

Julia looked back at him. "Yes. We were cheerleaders, before the clown took us. I... I don't know why being back here as given me my mind again, but I am grateful for that. I don't want to be his sex slave again."

"Sex slave? Clown? The fuck are you talking about?"

She stepped towards him. "There is a clown here. He runs this place. He was the one that named it 'Bustyland'. He picks women that suit that name, that suit his fetishes." She glanced down at her chest and laughed softly. "I always quite liked my breasts. So did my boyfriends. Now I know they got me killed."

Realisation flooded over Mark at that statement. "Holy shit, that means he wants Jessica and Sally!"

"Your friends?" Julia asked. "It wouldn't surprise me. He's been without new bodies for a long time, and they're both very pretty. And very large-chested. That's his type alright."

"Are you going to try and kill me?" He clutched the knife tighter.

She had reached him now, and she slowly turned, sliding down next to him. "No," was all she said softly, placing her head on his shoulder.

The sound of movement outside brought Mark to his feet, and he peered down into the blackness beneath the rollercoaster. The building was not bright, but the few emergency lights did cast some luminescence, and it was hard to see beyond its borders.

Jack and Sally crept into view, casting their eyes about beneath them. They were clearly looking for something. Or someone.

Mark waved his hand, but they did not see him. Glancing around, he made sure no one was nearby. If he were going to attract their attention by calling them, he needed to make sure that he didn't attract the attention of anyone else at the same time.

Blood bloomed from Jack's chest, a knifepoint glistening between his ribs. The medicine student screamed and fell, the sound wet as if he was gargling with his own blood. Blood and spittle flew from his mouth as he spasmed violently on the ground.

Mark bit back a scream, dropping to his knees at the sight of his friend so brutally killed. His limbs felt weak, useless. He wasn't sure he could have moved even if he'd tried.

Sally spun at the sound of Jack's gurgled cry, a scream torn from her own lungs as she him slump to the ground, and three women emerged into the light. Mark wanted to shout, wanted to jump down and help, but as regained control of his limbs and pushed himself upright three more women came into view. Then another three. All nine clutched weapons of some sort. They surrounded Sally.

"Get off me!" the blonde screamed as the first grabbed her. Soon she was pinned down, being held in place by numerous buxom ghosts, dragging her away from the finally-still corpse of Jack. Mark's muscles tensed as he prepared to jump.




Bustyland Ch. 03



"No," said a voice softly to his right. He snarled, turning to Julia, raising the knife.

"You're still on their side," he growled, and she shook her head.

"I'm not, Mark. But I know you can't take nine armed women. They will kill you. They'll have no regrets doing so. It's the women they want."

"Then why didn't they just stab Paul? We must have some use."

Julia shrugged. "Killing a man in... certain ways gives the clown energy. I can't explain it. But it's not important, not really. Right now, you'll just be stabbed like your friend was. I can't let you get yourself killed."

"Why not?"

"Because you've just helped me get my mind back. I owe you something for that at least."

Sally's screams were quieter now, and Mark realised she was being dragged towards the main circus tent. Tears streamed down his face at his feeling of impotency. "I have to help them. I have to stop this 'clown'. The person controlling this place."

"Then we shall try," Julia said, reaching out to place a tender hand on his knee. "I want to stop him, too. But I know this place and I know his strengths. We shall have to wait until he is alone. Your friends are dead, and you cannot help them. I'm so sorry."

She grabbed Mark's head, pulling it down into her gigantic bosom as he wept.

***

Drew cackled gleefully at the sight of Sally being dragged towards him. He stood at the entrance of the circus tent, the group of women under his control marching ever-closer. She had not spotted him yet, too busy struggling with her captors, but she would soon.

As they reached the circus tent, her eyes fell on him. They opened wide with horror, another scream torn from her lungs, and she thrashed more violently. "You! You're doing this!" she shrieked.

He reached out, stroking her blonde hair. "No. But I'm helping." His mouth twisted into a demented smile.

Stepping into the tent, he pulled open the flap for the group of women to carry his victim through, and he heard an ethereal cackle. Spinning, he found himself face to face with the clown, and they grinned at one another.

"You brought her. And the other?"

Drew raised his hands. "She is yet to be found. But I have one. I shall go now to get the redhead."

The clown grabbed his hands, pulling him into the centre of the tent in some sort of wild dance. "No, no! You must stay. Enjoy this moment. It is nice to share it, hee hee!"

He shimmied towards Sally, the blonde motionless with horror in her captor's hands, and her brown eyes displayed her terror. The clown stopped in front of her.

"You are a beautiful one," he cooed softly, stroking a white finger down her cheek. A faint wetness left behind indicated that he had caught a tear. "So pretty." He grinned wickedly. "And so busty." He reached down, grasping Sally's pillows and squeezing them roughly. "Oh yes, such lovely boobies. All mine." He spun, clapping his hands, and suddenly a knife was in his grasp.

He swiped out, cutting open the front of Sally's shirt, pulling it apart. Her bra was revealed. Then he ran the tip of the blade beneath her breasts, across the skin of her stomach. Her chest heaved as she sobbed. "You're mine," he whispered, pushing the knife between her ribs.

Sally didn't scream. Instead, her eyes opened wide, then rolled back, blood spilling from the corners of her mouth. The wound itself gushed openly as the clown withdrew his knife, and the blonde slumped to the floor.

Drew opened his mouth in horror. "I thought you wanted her! To make her ours!" The clown turned to him with a grin.

"But I am yours, Drew," said a familiar voice to his left. He turned sharply, his eyes widening as he took in the sight. Sally stood there, dressed in a tiny black negligee. He turned back to her body. It was gone.

"See, Drewy-woo. She is ours. And she looks so fucking good!" The clown roared with laughter as he leapt forwards, wrapping his arms around Sally's waist. He crushed her against him, grasping her tits and kneading the titanic pillows. "Oh yes. She's ours alright."

Drew stood there and watched as he slowly grew hard. Sally looked amazing, all right. He had never envisaged seeing her so scantily-clad. "How," he started, before gulping with delight. "How did you make her wear that?"

The clown turned to him and giggled. "They wear whatever we want, Drewy-woo! Or nothing at all!" He gestured to Drew's right.

Drew turned his head and gasped. Laurie stood there, butt naked, a small smile on her face as she regarded Drew's lascivious stare. "Do you like what you see, Drew?" she teased.

He nodded, but did not look long, his eyes drawn immediately back to Sally. Gorgeous as Laurie was, it was Sally he had lusted after for so long.

The clown was kissing her neck, making the blonde purr at his attention, and Drew watched as he pulled open his jumpsuit and freed his engorged dick. He put one arm on Sally's back and roughly pushed her to her knees. As she collapsed to all-fours he knelt down behind her, grasping the negligee and tearing it open, pulling it from her body. He tossed it to the side, and when Drew looked back, it had gone.

 Sally looked so good naked, and Drew's prick throbbed as he saw the clown pushing inside her cunt. The blonde's brown eyes closed and she moaned. Immediately, she rolled her hips back against the clown's invasive member, and he could watch no more.

"She's your reward too, my little friend Drew. There's room for two!" the clown laughed, humping his hips against hers. His cock ploughed into her cunt already and the blonde moaned and giggled at his efforts.

Drew did not need another invitation. Stepping forwards he pulled his dick from his jumpsuit and dropped to his knees in front of Sally. He grasped her head, guiding it to his eager prick, and groaned as she willingly took him into her mouth. The clown laughed at the sight, the impact of his hips causing Sally's body to shake.

Drew couldn't help but reach around the blonde's head to grasp her swinging tits. The funbags felt so good in his hands, their soft flesh gyrating with each impact of the clown's loins. He could feel her nipples hard against his hand and he groaned as she simultaneously deepthroated his albino cock.

"My turn," the clown giggled, and Drew let go of her hooters as the clown's hands replaced his own. He wasn't about to get into a war of dominance. Instead, he gripped Sally's blonde hair tightly, holding her head in place as he began to fuck her throat. Soon, she was gagging and moaning all at the same time, spread on all fours as one cock rammed into her tight cunt, another into her throat. All the while the clown roughly tweaked her nipples, squeezing the orbs in his hands.

"Ah fuck!" he heard the clown grunt, and the man's eyes rolled back into his head. He shivered, making a whooping sound as his hips pumped faster, and Drew knew he was coming.

He followed seconds later, his grip pinning Sally's head in place as ropes of his jizz rocketed into her mouth. She swallowed them all down willingly.

Then he pulled out, stumbling to his feet, smiling broadly at the sight of the naked blonde used and discarded beneath them. Not that she seemed to mind, a manic grin on her face.

Stuffing his cock back into his jumpsuit, he turned back to the entrance. Humming to himself, Drew went to find Jessica.



Bustyland Ch. 04



Mark sat with his head in his hands. He had seen Sally pulled into the tent, but had heard nothing since then. The place seemed eerily quiet. Small bands of the buxom women - who Mark now knew were under the command of this 'clown' Julia told him about - roved the amusement park, trying to find Jessica.

He was pretty sure he was safe. If they saw him, they'd likely try and kill him, of course, but he doubted they'd give chase too hard when they realised Jessica wasn't with him. From what Julia said, the clown was after his busty friends, not him.

Even so, he was hardly relaxed. He has just seen one of his best friends stabbed and murdered in front of him, and then watched another dragged to her own doom, kicking and screaming. Anger bubbled up inside him, and he knew he needed to act.

The tent flap opened, and Mark froze. Peering through the darkness, he could make out shapes, and his blood ran cold as he realised one was a clown. He turned to Julia. "There he is!" he hissed, nodding his head towards the figure.

Julia moved next to him, and then slowly shook her head. "That's not him. He has a yellow costume, not a red one. That's another clown."

"There are two?" he said, wide-eyed. "I thought you said there was only one!"

"There was only one! I don't know who that is. Wait..." she started, craning her neck. "Mark, that's your friend."

He spluttered. "What?" The figure came closer, and the ice in Mark's veins melted in liquid fire. Rage filled him.

Drew.

The little piece of shit rat-faced pervert had tricked them. He had turned. "He's a fucking clown too!" he growled, horror and rage contorting his voice.

"I didn't know that could happen," Julia said aghast. "The clown always seemed too demented for companions."

Mark laughed sourly. "Drew was always a little fucking creep. It doesn't surprise me. I'm going to kill him."

"Who is he with?"

Mark realised Julia was right. Not only was he with two other figures, but he had his arms around their waists. Two beautiful buxom women strolled happily either side of him. "Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. That's Sally. He's got Sally. Holy shit."

Julia reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Mark. Truly. But there's nothing you can do now. She's one of them. She's... she's dead."

He looked at the brunette ghost. She was telling the truth, and he knew she was. There was nothing he could do for Sally now. Not beyond what he had decided to do the moment he had seen her dragged away. He was going to find out who was responsible for this mess, and he was going to kill them.

And that wasn't Drew, no matter how much he wanted to skin the little rat-faced pervert alive. That time might come, but for now he knew the real culprit was the clown; a man he didn't know, but about whom Julia had told him a lot. She had been very forthcoming about what she knew once she had realised she could trust him, but he supposed getting your sanity back after spending years as an undead sex slave would imbue a woman with sense of bitter enmity towards her murderer and tormentor. Mark knew where to find the clown. He and Julia would make things right.

After Drew and his thralls had disappeared on their search for Jessica, Mark unlocked the door of the rollercoaster building and slipped out into the night.

***

Kevin groaned as he lurched into the ferris wheel's tent, the flap falling down heavily behind him. Jessica patted him on the shoulder tenderly as she lowered him to the ground. He sat there, breathing in. His head ached, and he felt sick, but he was starting to recover. The pain was dulling a little, at least.

He watched as the well-stacked redhead he was with walked briskly towards the ferris wheel controls. She stared at them, biting her lower lip, before reaching out and gingerly pressing a button. The ferris wheel churned into life with a roar in the otherwise quiet night, a great clanging of metal as it started to turn. Music blared out, too, and it lit up, red and blue lights flashing wildly on its sides.

 "Shit!" she said, hurriedly pressing buttons. The lights flashed off and the music stopped, but the ferris wheel kept turning.

She spun back to Kevin and closed the gap quickly. "Get up, dude, we've gotta go. There's no way we can stay here now. They're definitely going to know where we are."

"We best leave then, hadn't we?" said a sweet voice at the tent flap, and Kevin groggily turned his head as Sally strode in. She beamed at them.

"Sally!" said Jessica, throwing her arms around her buxom friend. The sight of their twin sets of hooters crushed together almost pushed any lingering fuzziness out of Kevin's mind. Almost.

Jessica glanced around hurriedly. "What are you doing here, Sally? Where are the others? We've gotta go, I accidentally turned this thing on and they're all gonna know we're here."

"It's fine," Sally said soothingly. "The others are fine. They found a way out; we need to get going now."

"Where is it?" Jessica said, moving to help Kevin up. "Let me help Kevin."

"Don't worry about him," Sally said soothingly. "Jack and Mark will get him, they're just outside keeping watch. We need to get going."

"To where?"

"They found a gap in the perimeter. Quick, we should go!"

"Well, just call for Mark and Jack and we will!" Jessica said urgently, waving towards the tent flap.

Sally grimaced. "Look, there's no time for that. We'll get them when we go past. Come on, we've got to go."

Jessica stepped away and folded her arms. "I'm not going to leave Kevin here," she said flatly. "He saved my life."

"You won't," Sally sighed exasperatedly. "Mark and Jack are just outside."

"Then call them!"

Sally took a deep breath and closed her eyes, stepping towards Jessica and placing her hands on her shoulders. "Honey, look, you know you can trust me. Come on, why would I hurt you? My boyfriend is dead, Jess. The man I loved. You need to trust me and let me get us out of here."

"When you've helped Kevin."

With a screech Sally grabbed Jessica, roughly pulling her onto the floor. The redhead flailed, taken by surprise, and before Kevin knew what was going on Sally was dragging her from the tent.

He pushed himself to his feet. "Leave her alone!" he said, stumbling towards Sally.

A blow to his back knocked him to the ground for what felt like the millionth time that evening. He lay there, the wind taken out of him, and watched in horror as a man dressed as a clown darted past him towards Jessica.

"Yes, we've got her!" screeched a familiar voice. Kevin went cold when he recognised it as Drew's. Yet, something was different. It was squeakier, higher pitched. More manic.

The clown grabbed Jessica's arms, pulling her across the ground, and Kevin got a good look at him. It was really Drew. The little prick had lost it, and somehow fucked Sally over too. Everything was wrong. Everything was so fucked up. And now they were going to kill Jessica.

He pushed himself to his feet. Again. He stumbled towards them. Again.

This time he reached them. Drew cackled at the sight of him, woozy and unsteady, and stretched out a hand. He flicked Kevin on the nose.

In return, Kevin punched him in the face.

The clown that had been Drew collapsed to the ground with a grunt as Kevin's fist landed, and he turned to face Sally. Her mouth was contorted with rage, and she screamed as she flailed at him, punching wildly. He was beaten back by her relentless assault, still slightly dazed by the earlier blow to the head, and found himself driven steadily towards the ferris wheel.

He dropped to the floor, crawling away backwards from Sally's relentless onslaught. She stood over him, her chest heaving with her deep breaths, manic fury written on her face. Then she bent down, wrenching a metal pole from the base of the ferris wheel, where it had held up a sign proclaiming a free ice cream with every ride.

For the second time that evening, a beautiful blonde with massive tits stood over him, ready to deliver the killing blow.

And for the second time that evening, Jessica saved his life. She barrelled into Sally from the side, knocking her former friend off balance, sending her tottering towards the pit that housed the ferris wheel's machinery.

"You bitch!" the blonde said, stumbling. "You don't know what you're doing. Come with me, Jess. Live forever!"

"I'd rather just live," the redhead growled, giving Sally a final shove. The buxom blonde screamed as she tumbled into the pit, and Kevin flinched at the wet snapping sound that immediately followed. Then there was silence from the pit.

Not from the entrance to the tent, however, where Drew had climbed to his feet. He regarded them coldly, and opened his mouth to call for help.

Jessica was at him in a flash, swinging the metal pole that only moments before Sally had been about to crush Kevin's skull with. It connected with a crunching sound on Drew's face, a mist of blood spraying outwards from the impact. He yelped as he was thrown backwards, and as the pole came away it looked like Drew's face has been caved in. His breaths came in ragged gasps.

Kevin staggered to his feet. "Come on!" he said, grabbing Jessica's arm and hauling her towards one of the ferris wheel pods. It turned slowly, very slowly, and the first pod was still within reach to climb aboard. Kevin hauled himself up, his headache faded from the adrenaline of the fight, and then helped Jessica up. They gulped down air as the pod climbed into the night.

He stole one last glance into the tent as they were lifted above it, and his heart skipped a beat. Drew was gone.

***

Drew stumbled out into the night, cursing under his breath. His face felt mashed. He could feel blood running in rivers down the front of his body. Sucking in a breath felt like inhaling through treacle, and he sobbed loudly.

A hand on his shoulder made him stop, and he spun, flailing in its direction. Relief flooded through him at the sight of Laurie.

"You've got to help me," he wheezed, stepping towards her.

She smiled sweetly. "You've failed, honey." Then she stepped towards him.

Drew recoiled at the sight of the knife in her hands. "No, Laurie. I can still do this. Tell him I can still get her!"

The brunette didn't say a word as the blade sank into his chest.

***

Mark crept towards the main tent, keeping a watchful eye for any of the women under the clown's control. Julia walked out in the open a couple of dozen feet away, attracting the attention of anyone searching for Mark and his remaining friends. They would pass over her as one of the ghosts, and in doing so hopefully not see him.

At last, they came to the tent flap, and Julia opened it and nodded to Mark. With one last look over his shoulder to make sure no one could see him, he darted inside.

The inside was huge, cavernous even. Lights around the edges shone upwards at the canopy above them, casting great shadows across the space. Mark edged forwards. It was deserted.

"Where is he?" Mark said, turning to Julia.

"Where's who?" she smiled, before the rock in her grasp smashed him in the side of the head.

He fell to the ground, sprawling out onto his back on the dusty floor, spluttering as blinding pain seared through his skull. Julia stood over him, the rock falling from her grasp, and smirked. She tricked me! his mind screamed. Oh fuck, she tricked me.

His coughing ceased as an ethereal cackling filled the air, seemingly everywhere all at once. His vision swam, and he wretched, rolling over. Pushing himself to his knees, he froze.

A clown was stood next to Julia. Mark was not sure what he had been expecting. He knew the man was supposed to be a clown, but he supposed he had not actually been expecting one. He'd never understood some people's fear of clowns - to him a clown was an amusing children's entertainer - but he had to admit this one was sinister. He radiated pure malice, and the wicked grin on his face was just that: wicked.

"What do you bring me, Julia? This is not a busty -" the clown shivered at the word "- and beautiful woman."

"He wanted to see you. I thought you might like to let him," the brunette smiled back, her expression serene.

The clown roared with laughter, reaching around and placing his hand on Julia's arm. There, it slowly dropped until it was resting on one of her impressive pillows. "Good, good. I think I might have some fun. Drewy failed so miserably, did you know that? So disappointing, Julia baby." He giggled. "I think I'm going to have some fun!"

The clown flicked his wrist, and suddenly a knife was in his hand. His disturbing smile broadened.

"Are you going to kill him?" Julia said, staring venomously at Mark.

The clown turned to her. "Of course, Julia baby. Why?"

"Because I would like to do so. He tried to trick me into hating you, and he needs to know the price of that." She still had not broken eye contact with him.

The clown tittered, holding out the knife to Julia. "Oh, Julia. You were always one of my favourites. Go right ahead. I shall watch with glee-hee-hee!"

He danced over to Mark's side, crouching down over him. Julia followed. The clown glanced up at her, grinned, and then bent to stare directly into Mark's eyes.

"You must leave my girls alone," he said, mock-pouting. "Else you pay the price!" He did not pull away as Julia brought the knife down.

Mark winced as the blade flashed towards him. Its impact never came. Instead, a scream that tore right through him filled the night air, and he opened one eye to see the clown rearing up in agony. The knife protruded through his neck, blood spilling from the wound, and Julia simply stared. The expression on her face told of unadulterated hatred, and she did nothing to help as the clown flailed, gurgled, and then dropped to the floor. Moments later, he was dead.

Julia's face dropped as she turned to Mark, falling to her knees and crawling to his side. She cradled his head and hugged him. "I'm so sorry, Mark. I had to do it like that. He'd have known otherwise. I'm so sorry!"

Elation filled Mark, not least because her hug had buried his face in her gigantic cleavage, but also because he had succeeded. Or at least Julia had. The clown was dead.

"What now?" he asked, the sound muffled by Julia's hooters.

She pulled away and smiled. "Now, you leave. I don't know what happens to this place. It feels... different. Faded. I think... I think this is the end."

Mark slowly stood, staring down at Julia as she stood too. A look of happiness brightened her beautiful face. "Let's leave this tent."

She nodded in agreement and took his hand, guiding him back towards the entrance. The lights flickered. Julia paused a moment. "It's dying. This place is dying."

They hurried from the giant tent, out into the cool night air. It was still dark, but it somehow felt... fresher. Shadowy figures still roved about, but more aimlessly. They no longer seemed to be searching. They were wandering.

Julia giggled as she grabbed his hand and pulled him into a nearby stall. Mark looked around; it seemed to be a whack-a-mole type game. Was she going to suggest they hide in here?

After Mark had stepped through, Julia shut the stall door, sliding across the bolt. A tug on a hanging cord caused the window to slam closed. "You need somewhere to wait until dawn, even with the clown dead. You can't leave until then."

"That's not far off now."

She smiled as she stepped towards him. "It's not. So you won't have to wait long."

"I'm glad." He placed his hands on her shoulders. "Listen, Julia, you're free now. When dawn comes, leave with me."

The buxom brunette smiled sadly. "I can't, Mark. I'm dead. Ending this nightmare doesn't change that. I died on that rollercoaster. You can't bring me back to life."

"But... what will happen to you?" he said. She had helped save his life; he couldn't just abandon her.

She shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe I'll pass on somewhere. Maybe I'll cease to exist. But I do know I won't be in hell anymore, Mark. Thanks to you." She pressed herself against him. "There's just one last thing I want you to do before my time is up. Will you do one last thing for me?"

"What is it, Julia?"

"Make me feel alive."

Before he could ask Julia what she meant, she was kissing him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her lips against his. He took a moment to return the kiss, stunned by her sudden advance, but she did not relent. Then he parted his lips, kissing back, and soon they were locked in a passionate embrace.

"Are you sure?" he said, breathless, as she pulled away. A wide smile was on her face.

As if in answer she kissed him again, and this time Mark did not hold back. His hands slid up the front of her body, grasping her amazing chest pillows, squeezing the orbs. They felt sublime in his palms, and he delighted in the softness under his fingers even through her thick cardigan.

It seemed like Julia had read his mind, because she pulled away then, unhooking the front of the cardigan and pulling it open. She was not wearing a top beneath - the cardigan obviously thick enough - and a lacy red bra was revealed to Mark's delighted eyes. He ran his fingers over it, feeling the texture beneath his hands, then grasped the globes again. She moaned.

Mark grinned as she reached behind her, unhooking the lingerie and letting those delightful hooters fall free. His hands were on them in an instant, feeling the nipple against his palm. She smiled wickedly as she pulled him down for another kiss. Her hands dropped to her pants, undoing the buckle and pushing them down, to leave her standing only in a pair of red panties.

Any linger fear of the park was washed away by the sight of Julia stood only in her underwear, her wonderful tits free. His eyes drank in the sight of her whilst his fingers explored her body. She grabbed his t-shirt, tugging it upwards and leaving him topless, and he did not resist as she swiftly followed that by removing his pants.

Soon they both stood in their underwear, and Mark grinned as Julia dropped to her knees. Her fingers hooked underneath the waistband of his boxers, pulling it over the bulge of his cock, and he groaned as she grasped his dick. Leaning forwards, her lips wrapped around his eager shaft.

She was good at this, he realised as her tongue immediately swirled around his tip. Her hands cupped his balls, playing with them as she deftly licked his dick, and soon she was kissing down the sides of his rigid member. Her green eyes shimmered with lust, and he stared into them, briefly breaking eye contact to gaze at her massive pillows, or the rest of her wonderful body.

Her mouth covered every inch of his dick, leaving it wet with her saliva, her fingers always wrapping themselves around the parts she wasn't currently kissing. Mark was in heaven, and he could feel himself getting close. She pulled away.

"Are you getting close, Mark?" she giggled. He nodded, and she smiled wickedly, standing up. "Well don't cum in my mouth. I have somewhere much better for you to fill with your jizz."

Her dirty talk set his blood aflame. She kissed him again, her naked tits pressed against his chest, and his hands went for her panties. He slid his fingers into the underwear, spreading her lips with his index finger and finding her soaking wet cunt. He pushed a digit inside her and she moaned.

"I want more than a finger," she whispered, dropping to her knees and bringing Mark with her. Moments later, they were lying together on the hard floor of the stall, and Mark was removing her red panties. Her pussy was revealed, with its well-trimmed patch of hair and pretty pink lips.

Mark knew what she wanted, and he wanted it too. Rolling over until he was on top of her, her found her cunt with his dick, and pushed inwards. She felt so good as her walls parted around his invasive length and he groaned. She reciprocated the noise, and he started to pump his hips. She might have been a ghost, but her pussy felt as good as any he had ever fucked before.




Bustyland Ch. 04



Her green eyes were wide with the feeling, her expression hovering somewhere between hunger and bliss. Her tits wobbled on her chest and he balanced himself on one arm as he thrust so that he could grab one of the airbags with the hand of his other. He groaned at the feel of her pillow in his palm whilst her cunt wrapped so wonderfully around his dick.

His pace was soon quick, and Julia did not seem to mind. Indeed, she rolled her hips back against him, her green eyes wide. She appeared to be enjoying herself every bit as much as he was.

"Oh God... don't stop..." she moaned, her eyes glinting. She shivered under his grasp and Mark ploughed her ever-more relentlessly. His cock hammered into her cunt. "Oh God yes!"

He groaned as she went quiet, her eyes rolling back and her pussy clutching at his prick. Short, ragged breaths were pulled into her lungs as she came around his cock. Mark could only stare on with lust.

When her eyes refocused she giggled, pulling him down for a kiss. His hips still moved eagerly inside her tunnel and she slightly rolled her hips as he did so. She broke the kiss then to grin at him. "Come inside me."

Mark did not need telling twice. Grunting, he sped up his thrusts, until he could tell he was seconds away. He moaned a warning, and Julia hunched forwards as his dick twitched, rocketing ropes of hot, sticky jizz into her womb. Pleasure clouded his mind and Julia watched on in delight.

When he was finally spent, he slumped down on top of her, groaning happily as he buried his face in her wonderful tits. The busty ghost stroked his hair tenderly. "Thank you, Mark. Thank you for everything."

***

Kevin collapsed back into the pod of the ferris wheel and breathed out shakily, a long, shivering sigh drawn from his lungs. His head hurt substantially less, and his limbs, though shuddering with adrenaline, were calm. Jessica rested opposite him, her chest heaving, and Kevin surreptitiously eyed her magnificent hooters as she gulped down air.

For a while they said nothing, simply relishing the fact that they were alive, and though Drew had disappeared neither of them cared enough right then to worry. If he came back with help then they'd deal with that then. At the moment, not being dead was reason enough to celebrate.

But there was still so much unexplained. Why had Sally turned on them. Why was Drew a clown? Why had Amber lost it, and why were the women hunting them? But none of it mattered. What mattered was that they had survived for now.

"So what do we do now?" Jessica said, and he snapped out of his reverie. "I mean, are we stuck up here? This pod's going to end up back at the bottom at some point."

Kevin grimaced, glancing out. They were near the top of the circle's revolution. It had taken a good twenty minutes to get that far, but that meant it'd only take another twenty minutes to reach the bottom. The tiniest tendrils of light were snaking their way up on the horizon.

"It's almost dawn," he said, pointing at that faint brightness. "Maybe we can escape then."

"Like some sort of fucking ghost story?" the redhead said, raising an eyebrow. She sighed, shrugging. "I suppose it can't hurt to hope. Maybe you're right. That fence was too freaky to be real. Maybe this is all a ghost story."

"Doesn't make it any less scary." Kevin sighed quietly, resignation in his voice. "If anything, it makes it less likely we'll get out of here. This place has already got Paul, Drew and Sally. Fuck knows where Mark and Jack are. If they got Sally they probably got those two as well. We're fucked, Jessica. Fucked."

She sat forward then, a stern expression setting on her lovely face. "Don't talk like that. I've saved your ass too many goddamn times to have you piss yourself and jump off this ferris wheel. Fuck, Kevin, you're a pervert, but you've got a good heart. Hang in there."

He laughed. "A pervert with a good heart. Suppose it's better than nothing." His eyes dropped then. "Listen, I'm sorry for spying on you last night. I know what a creep it must make me seem."

Jessica sighed, managing a small smile. "It's fine, Kevin. But I have to ask... why were you staring at me through the door? You know that's kind of fucked up, right?"

"Yeh, I know. I shouldn't have done it. I don't really have a reason." He shrugged half-heartedly.

"Now that's bullshit. People always do things for a reason - you just don't want to say. But come on, Kevin, we're probably going to die here. You might as well be honest. Heck, if all you want to say is 'well, Jessica, I just wanted to see if I could steal a glance at your tits' then just say it."

Kevin grinned. "I guess you nailed it."

"Fuck, Kevin, they're just tits. You never seen a pair before?" Jessica shook her head with a wry smile.

"No..." he replied, his eyes downcast. "Um, not really. Only on the internet. A girl let me touch her chest once, but only for a second and only through her sweater."

Jessica paused, narrowing her eyes in thought a moment. "Seriously?"

He shrugged again, managing a small laugh. "Yeh. It's kind of pathetic, I know. Sorry."

The redhead stared at him for a few seconds, and he sat there in uncomfortable silence. Was she annoyed all over again? She'd wanted the truth.

"Fuck it," she said with a sigh. "If we're going to die anyway..."

Kevin's eyes almost bulged out of his head as Jessica reached for her sweater, pulling it and the t-shirt beneath over her head in one smooth movement. Her massive tits, constrained in their pretty black bra, were revealed to his disbelieving stare.

"There you go, Kevin." She gestured towards her chest. "Tits."

He sat there open-mouthed at the sight of the gorgeous woman so obviously flaunting the magnificent orbs on her chest. Despite their predicament, he could feel himself getting hard.

"You can touch them if you'd like," she said with a small smile. She'd barely finished the sentence before Kevin was kneeling in front of her, tentatively reaching out to grasp one of those puppies.

It felt so good under his hand. So soft and squishy, he wanted to bury his face in between the two pillows. The flesh exposed at the top of her bra felt warm in the cool night air, the rest of her tit constrained in her pretty black bra. Slowly, his other hand raised, grasping her other funbag and joining the first in kneading the wonderful globe.

Jessica's cheeks had flushed at his touch, Kevin noticed, and despite the night air things seemed to have really heated up. He gazed into her eyes as his hands still kneaded her lovely tits, and then suddenly she was kissing him.

Kevin's eyes opened wide with surprise as her fingers dropped to his belt, deftly undoing the leather strap and pulling open his jeans. He was hard as a rock from playing with her hooters but he never expected that to be noticed; as it was, Jessica's hand slipped underneath the waistband of his boxers and grasped hold of his rigid tool.

"Fuck this. I'm not going to let you die a virgin, Kevin, and I want a nice, long fuck before I go."

He moved to sit down rather than kneel as she tugged the jeans and boxers from his legs, leaving him in only his t-shirt. Then she stood, her massive tits hanging down, and Kevin groaned as she unbuttoned her own jeans. She pulled them down, taking her panties with them. As she did so, he tugged off his own jacket and t-shirt - he'd have felt a little weird remaining slightly dressed when confronted with such a stunning naked body.

Then she was on all-fours facing him, crawling towards him, her wonderful puppies hanging down. She kissed him, pushing him flat, and Kevin could only sit there in nervous yet rapturous anticipation as the redhead grasped his cock and lined him up with her entrance.

"Ooh..." she moaned, biting her lower lip as she settled down on his cock. The corners of her mouth were twisted with a mischievous smile, and Kevin enjoyed the way she stayed there a short while, his cock nestled in her tight pussy.

After a moment, she started to move her hips, letting her body rise and fall on his invasive dick. Her cunt clutched at his prick, drawing loud groans of pleasure from his lungs, and from the look in her eyes Jessica was enjoying this just as much as he was.

Without thinking, he began to thrust upwards, his cock starting to hammer into her silken pussy. He could not help himself; she just felt so good. At first, she did not complain. Indeed, from her expression it seemed she enjoyed the increase in pace as much as he did. But then she leant forwards and smiled.

"Slow down, Kevin. Slow down. I want to make this last," she sighed, staring into his eyes. With an extreme effort of will, he stopped moving his hips, allowing her to take control again. She did so, slowly rising and falling on his cock, her cunt milking his eager dick at just the right speed to keep him going.

Then she reached for his wrists, guiding his hands to her sinful hooters, encouraging him to take hold of them and press his fingers into the soft flesh. He took the invitation and squeezed them gently, moaning at the sensation of her pillows filling his hands. Her own arms moved to his shoulders, and she lowered her faces to within inches of his.

"Enjoy me, Kevin. This may be the only chance we get. I want to savour it."

He nodded weakly, his mind subsumed with happiness at the sight and feel of this gorgeous woman slowly riding him. Her legs tensed and relaxed at the deliberate, rhythmic movements of his hips. The feeling was indescribable; she was so tight, so warm. Any faster and he'd be barrelling towards climax, but at this pace he would last. He groaned.

Over the next half-hour or so, Kevin was vaguely aware of light spreading across the sky, dawn slowly arriving. Where before it had been pitch black it became a deep navy blue, before growing in brightness until objects outside of the floodlights were clearly visible. Slowly, the ferris wheel turned; it had already completed one revolution but neither he nor Jessica had cared enough to hide. If they were going to die, they were going to die. All the while the gorgeous redhead slowly rode him, bouncing her hips, letting him grab and fondle her magnificent tits. Twice she had rocked her body on his dick, letting herself climax around his tool, and twice Kevin had had to hold back from jizzing at the wonderful squeezing of her pussy as she enjoyed those releases.

This time there was no holding back. Jessica stared down at him with those perfect blue eyes, leaning forwards to hold herself against him. "I want you to fuck me, Kevin. Fuck me hard."

He grunted, thrusting upwards, giving in to the whisperings that had been demanding he do that from the start. The redhead moaned at the feeling, and Kevin - so close to the edge for so long - cried out.

His vision went blurry as he came, his spunk bursting upwards into the redhead's cunt, filling her with his sticky jizz. She moaned at the sight of his orgasm, and he lay there in ecstasy, pumping his seed into her eager womb.

When at last it was over, she kissed him deeply, her eyes closed. Kevin was surprised at the passion of the kiss - he thought she had used him, not cared about him - but responded in kind. Any moment with this gorgeous creature was worthwhile. But their sex had been tiring, exhausting even. As day truly took hold of the sky, they fell asleep in each other's arms.

***

"It's time, Mark." Julia said, breaking his reverie. He was sitting with his back to the stall, Julia cuddled up against him, his arm around her waist. Her tits pressed down on his forearm in the position, and though it wasn't his aim when he had moved to hold her, he appreciated the feeling nonetheless. "It's time for me to go."

"Julia, are you sure you can't...?" he began, moving to stare into her green eyes. "I'll miss you."

She smiled sadly. "And I'll miss you, Mark. But I have to leave. I can't let this opportunity slip - who knows how long I'll have to wait for another? But Mark?"

"Yes?" he said, the corners of his eyes stinging slightly.

"Thank you." She kissed him then, and he responded; a gentle, moving press of the lips. And as they kissed, the feel of her against him weakened and faded. He refused to open his eyes and watch her disappear; instead he kissed her harder, until there was almost nothing left to kiss. Suddenly the feeling broke, and he opened his eyes to find her face inches from his, almost totally transparent. "Thank you," she repeated again, the sound barely a whisper, but her face was lit up with utter joy. Then she was gone.

Mark stood shakily, wiping his arm across his face. For a moment he simply breathed in shakily, then he reached for the door of the stall and pushed it open.

Silence greeted him. The fairground looked run down and abandoned. No figures moved about, no lights were on. No music played. He stepped out into the rays of the morning sun and breathed in the cool, fresh air. Then he laughed. He had done it.

He ran off into the fairground, wondering if any of his friends had made it. He would mourn the dead later - he would make sure of that - but for now he had to get out of here and simply enjoy the fact that he was alive.

"Is anyone there?" he called, cupping his hands. He knew most of his friends were dead; he had seen them perish. But there was always hope.

"Mark? Mark is that you?" a distant voice echoed, and he ran towards it. Kevin's voice.

"Yes! Where are you?"

"At the ferris wheel!" Kevin's voice returned.

He arrived a few minutes later, finding Jessica and Kevin waving at him from one of the pods. Luckily, they were only about fifteen foot from the ground, the revolution of the ferris wheel not leaving them stuck at the very top, and with a little help from Mark they both clambered down. Mark noticed a spark between them that he was sure hadn't been there before, but he ignored it for the moment. Instead, they made their way to the edges of the park.

The fence was low and ramshackle, as it had been the evening before when they arrived. Spotting the gap that they had originally entered through, the three friends hurried towards it.

They had survived.

******

One year later...

Mark gazed down at the three gravestones, smiling sadly to himself. His three friends - Paul, Jack and Sally - lay there, and he crouched to rearrange the flowers that he had spread across the three plots.

It had been a strange year, especially the nights following their escape. The cops had come and questioned them after Kevin's frantic 911 call once they were back outside the park. Mark had had no answers, but he had told them what he knew. He was sure Jessica and Kevin had done the same.

Then came the news that they had found one other survivor - a boy of his age dressed as a clown, his face beaten in and barely breathing, but alive. Drew.

He'd been declared insane, his mad cackling and threats enough to convince any law enforcement officer that he was responsible for the deaths of Mark's friends. Psychotropic drugs, they had told him. Drew had drugged them all, and chased them through the amusement park, murdering them one by one. He was in a mental institution now, and whilst Mark knew that fate was one that was much too good for him, at least he was under lock and key.

Mark knew that it wasn't drugs, of course. He knew the truth. So did the other survivors of that night. But they had agreed not to tell a soul. No one would believe them anyway; the conclusion of the police was adequate enough to bring those responsible to justice. The three of them knew what had happened, and they shared those memories. That was enough for Mark.

Slowly, he stood up, turning to face the two people standing at the graves with him. Kevin smiled at him weakly, before squeezing the hand of the women who held herself pressed against him. Her own face was wet with tears, and she did not look at Mark, merely regarding the gravestones of her friends with sad eyes. Then Jessica sobbed, and buried her face in Kevin's chest.

Mark choked back tears of his own. It was always going to be hard on this day. He had scars that would never properly heal, but at least he was alive. He was sure his friends felt the same way.

Then he stepped away from the graves, walking briskly around the graveyard until he came to another plot, one he had visited many times since that fateful night. He had one flower left; a single red rose. He gently lay it down on the grave next to the others he had placed over the preceding months, and cleared away the dead flowers to make sure that the earth looked vibrant and alive. A solitary tear ran down his cheek. Then he smiled.

"Thank you, Julia."