Message-ID: <527eli$9704141746@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/527> Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: "K.Reber" <krreber@ix.netcom.com> Subject: The Ferris Wheel THE FERRIS WHEEL The carnival lights and music filled the night. Tiny stars dotted the sky and the moon was full, glimmering silver white above. The sounds of people and animals, from the menagerie, were plenteous, but they hardly noticed as they walked. She carried a paper cone piled high with spun sugar, her arm linked through his, laughing as he took some of the sweet confection from her fingertips. An overly large stuffed pink hippopotamus under his other arm. He’d won it knocking over milk bottles, at her imploring. “Thank you, thank you,” she’d laughed excitedly, wrapping her arms around his neck kissing him. His arms had tightened around her making the kiss longer and deeper. She tasted sweet like the sugar she’d been tasting. It had lasted until the carnie had whistled loudly and the surrounding crowd started throwing catcalls. He’d laughed when she buried her face in his neck with an embarrassed groan, then reluctantly letting her slide down to her feet again, giving her one more kiss before she chose the pink hippo. “Oh look,” she pointed. “The ferris wheel.” He followed her gaze to the enormous lighted wheel. Loud music was cranking out of it from somewhere. He let himself be lead over to it. “Two please,” she told the worker. “Sure,” he smiled a toothy grin. “Want me to hold your hippo while you ride?” He set the hippo down by the man without a word and helped her into the rickety seat. It rocked back and forth precariously when the huge wheel jerked into motion. She let out a nervous giggle and held his arm tighter. The wheel stopped and moved in an uneven rhythm. As they rode higher above the crowd and noise into the moonlit sky. He felt her hand slip over his thigh, squeezing lightly. Her middle and ring finger occasionally brushing over the tight crotch of his jeans. His hand slipped under her short pleated skirt, over her smooth thigh brushing his thumb against the inside of it. She took his thumb from her thigh to her pussy. Pressing it against the slick opening, he pushed it against her clit, which stood to attention like a well trained solider. He wasn’t surprised, he’d wondered what she’d been doing in the bathroom when they’d stopped earlier, it had taken longer than needed. “You’re lucky there wasn’t any wind,” he murmured against her mouth. “Otherwise everyone would’ve seen.” She smiled a little, giggling. “Lucky them.” He cupped her cheek, bringing her lips to his. Caressing his thumb along her jaw and cheek. Shifting slightlly so more of his weight pressed against her. The chair tipped back, she let out a startled cry wrapping her arms tighter around him. They were at the top of the ferris wheel. Stopped, the chair slowing down from the unnatural wave they’d created. A loud voice bellowed up to them through a megaphone. “Sorry folks, something’s stuck. It might be a while before we get you down.” “We’re stuck,” she whispered unnecessarily. “I heard,” he kissed her neck. She didn’t reply, she wiggled until his arms loosened around her a little. Her hand going to his bulging crotch. Her fingers opening the snap of his jeans. The soft rasp of the zipper in the still night. His breaths were coming more raggedly than before. He felt her warm fingers wrap around his cock, and he saw her Mona Lisa smile when he drew in a sharp breath. Her petal soft fingertips petted and stroked him torturously slow. Her mouth resting against his, laying tiny butterfly kisses all around. Then her tongue brushing over his lips. He felt his cock graze against her hot moist slit. With a short kiss, she moved away. Then moved again, straddling his lap. He murmured small encouragements when she pressed against him, guiding his cock inside of her tight wet pussy. He groaned moving his hands to her hips, squeezing her round cheeks. Opening her mouth with his tongue, tangling it with hers. She rocked her hips against his, moving him in and out of her. The chair swayed in the erotic rhythm of her hips. Each time pressing him deeper into her. She clasped her hands over his, her nails biting into his wrists. He felt her stiffen slighlty before she started to come. He could feel the walls of her pussy spasming around his cock. A small moan from her throat, turned into a pleading whimper in his mouth. He moved her hips faster, she tightened herself around him. Trapping him in her. Her fingers tightening around his wrists. “Come for me,” he tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth. “Come on baby, come for me.” Her head tipped back, exposing the slim colum of her neck, her hips bucking against his. He could the feel the tight contraction of her pussy walls around him. He was being baptized in her wantonness. He couldn’t hold back any longer. She felt the first of his warm come rushing into her. She tightened herself around him, taking it all in. Long delicious streams of come shooting into her. She shivered when she felt it running down her thighs into his lap, onto his jeans. His fingers bit into her flesh, as his body pulled against her again and again. Her eyes opened, looking into his taut face. Watching him finish his release. His head rested against the curve of her shoulder, his breath warm on her neck. She kissed his temple gently, relishing the pressure of his arms around her. The ferris wheel started again with a jolt. They pulled away from eachother reluctantly. She straightened her skirt and slid over to her side of the chair. He looked over at her mouth, while he was refastening his jeans, it was swollen from his kisses. She smiled at him and clasped his hand as the ride slowed to a stop at the platform. “Sorry ‘bout the delay folks,” the worker smiled at them hospitably. They walked away with the pink hippo in tow. He slid an arm around her, pulling her close. “Our pleasure.” To low for anyone to hear. * * * -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /