It was indescribable.
You know that part in Peter Pan when pixie dust was sprinkled and “think of a happy thought” was suggested.
Well let’s just say that if I ever needed to fly through Neverland, this would be my happy thought. Braden, with his tongue moving between my ass and my clit, would be the thought that would make me not fly, no that’s too passive, this would make me fucking soar through the sky.
I thought I was done. I thought he was done. Surely this had to be the end of all that is good, but then he moved back to my clit, and at the same time he did that he shoved a finger inside of me. His thumb I think, and rubbed at the top of my opening.
And suddenly it was the Fourth of July.
I could hear soldiers playing flutes and bright flowers lit up the sky and fairies were having a rave in midair over my face, complete with glow sticks and techno music of some sort.
And of all songs that could float through my head at that moment, my post climax soundtrack was “Let it Go” from the movie Frozen.
Damn that song.
I think this guy could have asked me to marry him and I might have said yes. I probably would have just nodded if I could regain control of my neck. Damn.
“You okay?” he asked.
“No,” I replied.
Braden was wiping his face and once again I couldn’t help thinking…
Payback is a bitch.
You’d think that would’ve been the end of our little escapade. The park was closing in less than thirty minutes. It was nearly empty. We both came. Life was great. Then, as he helped me fetch my clothes, he adjusted his bulge in his pants and said,
“I’m so fucking hard right now. I can’t believe you’re able to do this to me.”
And somehow, believe it or not, I remembered how bad I wanted him inside me, not just his tongue. No, I wanted HIM inside of me. Fully inside of me. Like all the way.
“Take off your pants,” I told him. “Let’s finish this right.”
He brought my skirt to me and then held me in his arms like we were about to start a slow dance right there in the woods.
“You’re gorgeous,” he said.
I put my head down, knowing I was showcasing my trademark rosy red cheeks.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I replied.
“I mean this in the most romantic of ways,” he said, and somehow I knew what he was about to say wasn’t going to sound very romantic at all. “You make my cock throb. Like seriously ache. Do you believe in two people sharing something? Because I felt something, I don’t know what, but something when I saw you in your apartment.”
“It’s called manliness. You’re all horn balls,” I said.
He laughed.
“Maybe that’s it. But I will never let myself forgive myself, if I don’t feel what it’s like to be inside you.”
Um, hello, I just gave you an invitation.
“So…let’s…”
“We have a little bit of time left,” he reminded me. “I have an idea. Let’s make this unforgettable.”
Oh it already is, Sir. It already is.
I shook my head in disbelief as I allowed myself to be dressed by this man and then led away once again. All I knew was I was going to sleep good tonight with or without him.
We passed the House of Mirrors and the Tilt-A-Whirl. We passed our secret playground rendezvous spot. We made our way around the carnival games where even the attendants had called it a night. We cut through the snack tables where we’d eaten funnel cakes earlier and then I realized where he was taking me.
The motherfucking Ferris wheel. Oh hell no.
“You’re not taking me to that thing are you?” I asked as I pointed at the gigantic multicolored wheel that loomed over us.
“Have you ever done it in a Ferris wheel before?” he asked me.
“What? No, what do you take me for?”
“No, I didn’t mean anything by it. I haven’t either. I just thought I’d ask.”
“I don’t even ride Ferris wheels.”
“It’ll be great, come on.”
He took my hand and pulled me forward. I pulled back. It was a game of tug-o-war and I was destined to lose.
I threw myself against him, hugging him tight, and like longtime lovers I nestled my head against his chest.
“Remember earlier in the night?”
“Umm, yeah, I remember lots about it,” he said.
“Remember that part when you were really sweet?”
“Umm, yeah, I guess. What part?”
I backed away and started slapping him on his hands and chest like a pissed off girlfriend who’d found him cheating.
“You said you wouldn’t make me do anything that I wasn’t comfortable with and this makes me un-fucking-comfortable, Braden. I don’t wanna do it.”
He pulled me in, laughing, my punches not fazing him at all.
“Calm down,” he said. “We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”
“Good.”
He hugged me tightly to his chest.
“But I’m telling you, if I take you back to a hotel room, or back to your place, we’ll have sex.”
“Make love?”
“Sure. We’ll be together and it’ll be great.”
He pointed up at the Ferris wheel.
“But I promise you it will be nothing like what we will experience at that height.”
I wanted to uppercut him. I wanted to kick him in the balls for what he was making me do. I was going to do it. Why? Because I hated backing down and I knew no matter what this would be a night I’d remember for the rest of my life.
“Fine, asshole,” I said as I shoved past him and made my way towards the Ferris wheel.
“But baby,” he called after me in a singsong voice, making fun of me.
I got in line behind the only other couple. Braden moved in behind me and put his chin on my shoulder.
“You’re so hot when you’re mad.”
“Just wait till we get up there,” I said.
He laughed.
The couple in front of us got on the ride. The attendant looked at us and smirked. He knew what was up. He’d probably been doing this for years and knew that any couple waiting till just before closing to get on the Ferris Wheel was looking to join the mile high club.
He confirmed my suspicion by waiting for several empty carts to pass before letting it stop. He was giving us privacy.
Braden helped me climb into the cart. Then I watched as he handed the attendant a twenty-dollar bill. They exchanged a few words and the attendant smiled and passed me a wink.
Disgusting.
My heart was beating out of my chest as I took my seat and waited. My nerves were on edge. With shaking legs, I looked out at the empty, well-lit carnival around us.
I wonder how many people die on these things?
“Nobody dies on these things,” Braden said, reading my thoughts.
He sat next to me and put a hand on my leg to stop it from shaking. The attendant closed the door to our basket and we were alone in the dark…again.
Once the door clicked shut and the ride jerked into motion, I realized there was no turning back. We rose into the air and since nobody was behind us in line, we kept going.
We reached the top and went back around. I felt butterflies in my stomach as we dropped.
“Aren’t these supposed to be like really slow?” I asked.
“Some of them are, but yeah, this one’s kinda fast,” he agreed.
We went around again and I felt the sinking feeling in my gut.
“Ohhhhhh, Braden. I don’t liiiiiiike this at alllllll.”
He dropped to his knees in the basket and put his head up my skirt.
“Just relax,” he said.
I tried. With his tongue working its magic again, I felt a little bit dizzy, but my ass was as tight as could be from fright.
“It’s not working,” I said.
“Just relax,” he said again.
“Fuck you, man. You relax,” I replied.
I reached down and pulled his head out of my skirt and patted the seat next to me.
“Just sit next to me.”
He did as I asked and I gripped his hand until my knuckles turned white. He loosened up my grip, then unzipped his zipper, pulled himself out, and put my hand around his cock.
“That’s not smart,” I said.
“I trust you.”
I squeezed him, but feeling the skin of his cock in the palm of my hand again felt like home. I was suddenly a little more comfortable. So I stroked. He put his head back and relaxed while I moved my hand up and down.
I looked down at it and admired it. All night I’d wanted to take this thing inside of me and here we were, face to face, with sex being our main agenda, and I was freaking out about this damned ride we were on.
Alright, Mandy, you can do this.
“Braden, I’m ready,” I said.
His eyes sprang open. And just as they did, the ride stopped. We were all the way at the top and the ride just stopped. I looked down and saw the other couple getting off.
Braden put his hands around my waist and helped me to stand. The basket rocked a little and I squealed.
“Ten minutes, pal!” yelled the voice of the attendant down below.
“Twenty bucks for ten minutes? I feel honored,” I joked.
“For you, doll, anything.”
I spread my legs trying to calm my nerves and stop the rocking of the basket. I held onto the ceiling. Braden reached up and pulled my skirt off.
“I wanna leave the shirt on, okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, of course.”
He pulled off my panties, then stood, slid his pants down to his ankles, and put my ripped up dress top beneath him.
“I’ve been waiting for this,” he said as he gripped my waist and pulled me towards him.
Me too.
Maybe I should have said it but I didn’t. It just seemed better letting the silence linger. He knew. I didn’t need to say it.
I climbed up onto the seat on my knees and straddled him. I was raised up so that the folds of my pussy were just over his hard cock. I gripped the caged wall behind him.
I got nervous. Not because of the ride but because I hadn’t had a penis inside me for five months. This was going to hurt even with all we’d done to lead up to this moment.
“Go slow, okay?” I said.
This time he didn’t answer. But he understood.
I let go of the cage with one hand and reached down to him. I grabbed his member with my thumb and a few fingers to steady it. It was definitely hard enough. He had a big head and that was what worried me most. That had to make it inside before the rest of him could.
“Fuck me, Mandy,” he said.
I moved his penis around in a small circle, dampening the tip of it with my fluids. I was wet, sopping wet at this point. I touched my clit with a finger and almost lost it again. It was still so sensitive from his earlier ravaging of it. I touched it again. I needed this horniness to take over.
“Play with my clit,” I told him.
And he did. He licked his fingers and reached between my legs, taking my button between his fingers and pressing it. His fingers stuck to my clit and when he pulled them away my legs shook again. I was so tender.
He knew my body already. He knew what I wanted. What I needed. And the whole time he was touching my pussy I was spreading my juices and his pre-come over the head and down the shaft of his cock.
My clit stuck to his fingers and released again and again and then I was too wet. His thumb rolled around in my dampness and then moved to the opening of my pussy, playing with it a little. I’d been waiting for my horniness to kick in and take over.
And it did.
My breathing picked up. His dick was wet and slippery just the way it needed to be.
I touched it to the soft, swollen opening of my pussy and just the feel of it there was almost enough to make me come. It had been a long night and my pussy had been craving Braden’s cock for hours. It was time. His head pressed against my hot, soaked spot.
He was so hard that I couldn’t feel a bit of slackness. It was harder than I’d felt it at any other part of the night. He wanted to be inside of me. To fuck my pussy. To make me scream from way up here on the Ferris wheel.
Oh I’m definitely horny enough now.
I held his cock tight in my grip and pressed the head gently inside of me. It didn’t go at first. It got stuck at the opening. Even with all my juices flowing I wasn’t completely ready for him to be inside. I sat, just barely, down on it, and kept moving it in circles until the head was right where it needed to be.
Braden started to thrust upward a little, eager to sink himself into me. I knew that was coming. It was normal.
“Don’t move,” I warned. “Not yet.”
I pushed down, and it hurt, the head was bigger than the hole it was entering through. It stretched me a little and it hurt but I began to like it. I pushed a little harder. I’d be sore tomorrow but that I could deal with.
I circled my hips a little and worked his cock through my labia and into me. It was hard going at first, dry and rough. Then his head found the moisture it needed. It reached the spot more welcoming. As if his dick was grabbed from the inside and suddenly allowed in, he sunk into me.
It happened all at once. Much faster than I’d wanted it to. He was just barely inside, then suddenly he was buried to the hilt.
“Ahhh! Oh, oh.”
God it hurt but fuck it felt so good. Holy shit.
“Oh shit,” he said.
I rocked on his lap, taking him fully inside me. I fought through the pain and felt the pleasure kick in. With each rise and fall I felt that hollowness filled. I’d ached and starved for this dick all night and finally it was inside of me, thrusting. This was the sex I loved. The pussy pounding, dick riding sex I craved. And I was good at it.
I rode his cock, not the jumping up and down riding. No, I slid forward, arched my back, and grinded my pussy against his dick, making sure with each move my clit rubbed against his hair.
That was the trick, to not just take him as deep inside me as he could go, but force him to push up on the inside of my pussy, to find that spot, all while keeping my clit happy. And it was happy. It was still so tender from earlier and sliding against the stubble of his pubic hair, it was on fire again.
“OOOaaaah!” I called out as I sped up.
“Fuck me,” he said again.
“You can move now,” I told him.
And he did. Just like our kiss, we worked in perfect rhythm.
The basket began to swing and I was pretty sure I could hear the attendant, or probably attendants by now, laughing.
I didn’t care. I just cared about Braden pounding me as hard as he could.
Our position was nice, but it just wasn’t doing the trick. I climbed off of him and bent over the bench.
“Fuck me now,” I told him. “Make me forget this ride, just be inside of me. Hurry.”
I gripped the cage and bent over. I don’t even know how he managed to do it in such a cramped space, but he did. He did me from behind, ramming his cock into me with a tremendous force.
He pulled out and pushed in, out and in, out and in.
He reached around and up into my sweater, grabbing my right breast as he continued to thrust his cock deep into my hole. His dick was so wet that it slid out and in easily. Then he let go of my breast and put both hands on my hips. And he fucked me. If I thought he’d been fucking me earlier, I was wrong.
This is where the real fucking came in. He pounded me, slamming his dick into me, making sure to push hard at the end of each thrust.
I wanted to scream. I fought to hold it back, clamping my left hand over my mouth while my right gripped the cage. I was going to come soon. I knew it. He was hitting my spot each time he shoved his way into me.
And he hit it again. And again. And again.
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At first I was just thinking it. I was screaming it inside of my own head. And then I realized it slipped out of my mouth somehow.
“Fuck me!” I screamed.
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