I’ve ever had.” And it’s the only one I want.
“Tell me how you would you fuck me once you had me all warmed up.”
“I’d take my time with you. I’d work my fingers into you one at a time and massage that tight little pussy and stretch it out before I’d try to fit my beast of a cock in you.”
She’s breathing in little gasps, and I can tell she’s close.
“I’d wait until you were begging for my cock, and then I’d ease it inside you, just the thick head, and hold it there to give you a chance to adjust. And I bet your sweet little girlfriend would be there helping, sucking your swollen pink clit while I slowly worked my cock inside of you.”
I feel the warmth spread across my balls and up my dick, and I know I’m close.
“I’d squeeze you so tight with my pussy muscles,” she says. “You wouldn’t last long. But I wouldn’t care, because all I want is to drain every drop of that sweet cream from your balls. I bet you’d shoot so much with that big heavy sac. You’d fill me up, and there would be too much and it would spill back out, over your balls and down my thighs.”
“What would your girl think of that? Seeing you covered in my cum?” I try to hold my orgasm back, but there’s no controlling it.
“She’d fucking love it. And your cum is so sweet I’d want to share, so I’d pull her close and rub my pussy against hers, coating our swollen pink pussies with your sweet cream -”
She lets out a sweet little whimper and stops talking. I understand the feeling. My cock throbs in my fist as thick ropes of cum shoot across my torso.
She recovers first. “Look at that. We’re miles away and we still got off together. Can you imagine the fun we’ll have when our 30 days are up?”
I can. Jesus help me.
W e arrive at the Bayshore Amusement Park right after dusk; Bayne assures me we’ll have more fun once the families visiting during the daytime clear out. He’s right on the money; we pass a sea of grumbling parents making their way to the parking lot with ornery kids in tow. The college kids are the ones walking with us into the park.
“Follow the college kids if you want to find a good time on a budget,” I say.
“I can’t believe you’ve never been here before,” he says. “Well, I mean I can believe it, but it just doesn’t seem fair. This place is a local legend. They have all the classic rides: the chairlift, the drop tower, a huge Ferris wheel, the tilt-a-whirl. And a healthy assortment of roller coasters. I used to come here all the time with my friends in high school.”
“I bet you did. I can just imagine all the girls you must have taken through the tunnel of love.”
He grasps my hand as we weave through the crowd toward the admissions booth. “Yeah, but I never got past second base with any of them.”
“Play your cards right tonight and you just might, tiger.” I hold out my wrist and the attendant slaps on a blue paper wristband that guarantees me unlimited rides.
“I know how to show a girl a good time, right?” He winks and leads me through the maze of rides. I smell popcorn and funnel cakes and the air is alive with laughter and screams. Sometimes it’s hard to tell which is which. The night grows darker and the neon carnival lighting lends a magical feel.
“What do you want to tackle first?”
“Well,” I say, “now seems like a bad time to tell you I’m terrified of heights, but you’ll have to knock me unconscious to get me onto that Double Shot. I hate the feeling of free fall.” I cringe as I stare up at the huge tower with the screaming riders being shot up in a gondola. “Can we start with something tame? Bumper cars? Or the Tilt-a-Whirl?”
“You’ve got it, princess.”
“I’ll need a little liquid courage before I venture on to anything more adventurous.” I motion to the concessions stand with beer on tap. He laughs and fishes his wallet out.
We sip our suds as we make our way to the rides. We stop a few times
“Tell me how you would you fuck me once you had me all warmed up.”
“I’d take my time with you. I’d work my fingers into you one at a time and massage that tight little pussy and stretch it out before I’d try to fit my beast of a cock in you.”
She’s breathing in little gasps, and I can tell she’s close.
“I’d wait until you were begging for my cock, and then I’d ease it inside you, just the thick head, and hold it there to give you a chance to adjust. And I bet your sweet little girlfriend would be there helping, sucking your swollen pink clit while I slowly worked my cock inside of you.”
I feel the warmth spread across my balls and up my dick, and I know I’m close.
“I’d squeeze you so tight with my pussy muscles,” she says. “You wouldn’t last long. But I wouldn’t care, because all I want is to drain every drop of that sweet cream from your balls. I bet you’d shoot so much with that big heavy sac. You’d fill me up, and there would be too much and it would spill back out, over your balls and down my thighs.”
“What would your girl think of that? Seeing you covered in my cum?” I try to hold my orgasm back, but there’s no controlling it.
“She’d fucking love it. And your cum is so sweet I’d want to share, so I’d pull her close and rub my pussy against hers, coating our swollen pink pussies with your sweet cream -”
She lets out a sweet little whimper and stops talking. I understand the feeling. My cock throbs in my fist as thick ropes of cum shoot across my torso.
She recovers first. “Look at that. We’re miles away and we still got off together. Can you imagine the fun we’ll have when our 30 days are up?”
I can. Jesus help me.
W e arrive at the Bayshore Amusement Park right after dusk; Bayne assures me we’ll have more fun once the families visiting during the daytime clear out. He’s right on the money; we pass a sea of grumbling parents making their way to the parking lot with ornery kids in tow. The college kids are the ones walking with us into the park.
“Follow the college kids if you want to find a good time on a budget,” I say.
“I can’t believe you’ve never been here before,” he says. “Well, I mean I can believe it, but it just doesn’t seem fair. This place is a local legend. They have all the classic rides: the chairlift, the drop tower, a huge Ferris wheel, the tilt-a-whirl. And a healthy assortment of roller coasters. I used to come here all the time with my friends in high school.”
“I bet you did. I can just imagine all the girls you must have taken through the tunnel of love.”
He grasps my hand as we weave through the crowd toward the admissions booth. “Yeah, but I never got past second base with any of them.”
“Play your cards right tonight and you just might, tiger.” I hold out my wrist and the attendant slaps on a blue paper wristband that guarantees me unlimited rides.
“I know how to show a girl a good time, right?” He winks and leads me through the maze of rides. I smell popcorn and funnel cakes and the air is alive with laughter and screams. Sometimes it’s hard to tell which is which. The night grows darker and the neon carnival lighting lends a magical feel.
“What do you want to tackle first?”
“Well,” I say, “now seems like a bad time to tell you I’m terrified of heights, but you’ll have to knock me unconscious to get me onto that Double Shot. I hate the feeling of free fall.” I cringe as I stare up at the huge tower with the screaming riders being shot up in a gondola. “Can we start with something tame? Bumper cars? Or the Tilt-a-Whirl?”
“You’ve got it, princess.”
“I’ll need a little liquid courage before I venture on to anything more adventurous.” I motion to the concessions stand with beer on tap. He laughs and fishes his wallet out.
We sip our suds as we make our way to the rides. We stop a few times
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