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Amusement Park
by Anonymous (no address provided)
***
A threesome's adventure at the local amusement park.
(MFF, MM, exh, intr, underage)
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I'm a really lucky guy, I have two women who are hoy
for me and willing to share me between them. Our
relationship goes back a couple of years now, when I
was dating Liz and getting some on the side from
Patricia. I ended up getting caught out by Liz, but
instead of things blowing up on me I ended up getting
blown by Liz while Pat watched us. That was the
beginning of a relationship that almost seems like a
fantasy.
The following at an average day in our lives, of
course a day when we didn't have to be at work,
earning money to live on...
So one bright sunshiny Sunday we were off in the van
to the local amusement park. Liz drove, Pat rode
shotgun, I sprawled in the back seat. For easy access
the girls wore short little sundresses with split-
crotch panties, and I wore these baggy shorts. Of
course, the girls had their vibrators along and buzzed
each other silly the whole way. Once in a while, Pat
would climb into the back for some flagpole sitting.
They had a grand time driving the truckers nuts and
shocking the Sunday drivers. We passed this one family
that was particularly funny. Pat had her feet on the
dashboard and that look on her face as we passed them.
Mom was scandalized, but Dad (driving) and Junior (in
the back seat) couldn't see enough. They'd pass us,
both male necks craning, then we'd pass them.
One time Pat showed them the vibrator, next time she
mooned them, and finally she mooned them with the vibe
up her snatch. The guys were in a heavy sweat and Mom
was having kittens. The last time they passed us she
was slapping the shit out of her husband.
After they pulled off we started with the charter bus.
It was full of high schoolers, 15 and 16 year olds,
also on their way to the amusement park. As we pulled
up next to the last couple of windows Liz propped her
left leg up against the door and started rubbing her
crotch. The one boyface at the window quickly became
half a dozen as Liz slowly inched her dress up over
her bald beaver.
Right about then Pat figured it was time to start
squeezing Liz's thigh, and the bus damn near tipped
over from all the boys rushing to the left rear. When
Pat started rubbing Liz's clit between her thumb and
forefinger Liz sighed and pulled in behind the bus.
The kids in the back had a great view. Liz undid her
top and out popped those wondrous tits, as well as
several pairs of teen-aged eyes.
"Jesus!" I yelled as the car started spazzing out.
"Can't you cum without killing us?"
With Liz taken care of, Pat got her feet back up on
the dashboard for a return bout with Plastic Man,
after which she decided the younguns needed a sex-ed
demo, and got in back with me.
"After all," she said whipping out Peter O'Toole, "we
haven't given the girls much to look at so far, have
we?"
And sure enough, there were a couple of girl-types
gaping down at the big salami as Pat stroked it. Then
she gave them a big grin and swallowed the fucker. I
could almost hear the gasp in the bus. After throating
me a bit she hoisted up her dress, faced the audience,
and hid the salami. Then we played "Now you see it,
now you don't" All God's Chillun, male and female,
were taking notes. Pat told me to let her know when I
was ready so she could show them how it's done, and I
timed it so we were approaching the parking lot. Pat
hopped off and the kids gawped as my load ricocheted
off the car ceiling.
"Wow," said Pat as she squeezed me dry.
"Yeah," I said. "Those little girls are pretty sexy.
Especially that Asian one."
At the parking lot entrance booths the bus went one
way and we went another, but no sooner were we inside
the park than a bunch of teenage boys started yelling
and waving at us. So naturally Liz and Pat saunter
over to meet them.
"So," says Liz. "Who has the biggest pecker?"
Laughing, giggling, finger pointing.
"Fuck that," says Pat. "Who can shoot the furthest?
That's what I want to know."
"Yeah," says Liz. "And last the longest?"
"Shit," says Pat. "Kids this age don't need to last
long. I bet they can cum 4, 5 times in a row."
This trash talking was making a big hit with the boys,
but I was looking around for those couple of girls
who'd been so interested in my, ahem, manhood. Just as
I spotted one, this blonde cheerleader-type, looking
at me from a ways off I noticed some chaperoney
looking persons beginning to eyeball Liz and Pat.
"C'mon," I said, taking Liz by the arm. "Let's blow
this pop-stand."
"But can't we spend some time with these nice young
men?" she asked, oh so demurely.
"Okay," I said to the boys. "See that chicken joint
over there? You can't see it from here, but there's a
couple of rest rooms behind it. We'll go over there
now and get set up. You guys come on in after your
keepers over there forget about us."
I knew about this restroom from my last trip there.
The guy who put it there must have been gay, because
it was perfectly laid out for hanky-panky. Not only
was it tucked away unseen, it had two sides, so most
people would just walk in, take a leak in the first
urinal they saw and buzz off. Why go around to the
other side? Well, last time I was here, I happened to
see a pair of swishers going around to the other side.
Nudge nudge, wink wink, say no more.
I went in first to scout the place, then called to the
girls when I saw the main side was empty. As we went
around the other side, though, damn if we didn't hear
some mighty peculiar sounds coming from one of the
stalls. With my finger to my lips I motioned the girls
to look under the door. Two feet sitting at the pot,
two standing facing it.
Hmm. Quietly we entered the stall on each side and
stood on the john to look over the partitions: one guy
standing there moaning with his hands in this other
guy's hair, his cock down the guy's throat. The guy
sitting and sucking has hold of the other guy's butt
and his thumb crammed up his ass.
"Gee," says Liz across from me. "We should have that
cocksucker over to give us lessons."
Her voice galvanized the two fags, and out popped the
dick, but its owner must have been all set to cum
anyway because he shot a wad right in his buddy's eye.
"Ow!" the guy yells. "Watch where you're pointing that
thing!"
Squirt! Another load for the other eye.
"It's women!" the shooter yells. Then he sees me. "And
a real hunk! Come on in here big boy and I'll show
your girlfriends how it's really done."
"Oh yes," says the cocksucker after wiping his eyes.
"I'll bet you're a monster."
And damn if he don't start wanking off right there in
front of us. Shameless bastards.
"Look," I said as I heard the boys arriving. "We got a
bunch of teenage boys about to show up. You two stay
put in there, and don't be bugging them or I'll knock
the shit out of you."
"Ooh," says the guy jerking off. "You old Meany."
"Oh God," says the other. "If that monster hits me
I'll come all over you again Stanley." sighed. What
can you do? The boys were here anyway, and Liz and Pat
had hopped off their john to be good little hostesses.
About a dozen of the little turds, half of them
already had their weenies out by the time I got out of
my stall.
"Oooh, Tommy!" squealed Stanley from inside his stall.
"Look at all the fresh meat!"
"Okay," I announced. "Keep down the noise or the park
fuzz'll be in here and no one will get their nut. I'll
go stand guard and make sure trouble doesn't find its
way down this side."
As I left to lurk near the door I saw the stall with
Tommy and Stanley open up. Oh well, I figured, Pat and
Liz can probably handle them better than I can anyway.
They had the boys in a circle and were making the
rounds helping with the wanking and stooping down for
a lick or two. They didn't want to kneel on the floor
though so they each took a stall and the boys queued
up.
Damn if some of them didn't line up at Stanley and
Tommy's stalls. Pretty soon there was one helluva lot
of cocksucking going on in that restroom, and every
time one of the little nippers was about to dump a
load his personal cocksucker, be it Liz or Pat or
Stanley or Tommy, would lead him out to a certain
crack on the floor to finish him off by hand. Then
they'd keep track of who shot the furthest wad and who
shot the biggest. And no sooner had some kid creamed
on the floor than he'd get in some other line to start
over again. I tell ya it gave new meaning to the
phrase "fountain of youth".
After a bit I was getting tired of this shit and
wanted to do some rides, but couldn't see how to end
it. Bingo, right on cue, in walks this big dumb park
guard. Holy shit. He walks past without even noticing
me and just about soils his shorts. Luckily, both Liz
and Pat were in their stalls right then and all he saw
was Stanley, whom he chased into a stall, me right
behind him.
Just as he was about to grab Stanley I grabbed him:
around the chest with one arm and through the crotch
with the other. I lifted the dirt bag up and turned
him upside down. Stanley split, along with everybody
else, and I plunged the guard's head into the john. I
was beginning to enjoy myself as I stomped on the
flush handle with my left foot. Nothing like giving
some dufuss a swirly to lift my spirits.
Too bad I didn't have time for a chocolate swirly
though. So then I dumped the spluttering bozo onto the
deck and raced out to the door where I stopped and
rammed myself up against the wall. In just seconds the
sodden guard galumphed up and grabbed me. I looked at
him, startled, then made sure he saw me notice his
uniform.
"Ah," I said. "I assume you are pursuing that oaf who
just nearly ran me down."
"What?" he said. Quick on the uptake, this one.
"A big guy," I spelled it out for him. "Just ran past
me. Knocked me up against the wall. He was with a
curly-haired guy in blue shorts and a pink shirt."
That was what my friend Stanley was wearing. Stanley
was the fag he'd seen you may recall. Nice touch that.
It was the truthful detail that set him off in wild
pursuit, his head soaked in toilet water. I found Liz
and Pat in line for the sky ride. They giggled when
they saw me, told me how nice I was to have around.
They had this pimple-faced kid with them.
"So who's this?" I asked.
"This is Greg," said Liz. "He still hasn't popped his
wad, so we're gonna do him on the sky ride."
"Great," I said, not very enthusiastically. I didn't
want to get tossed out of the park before riding any
coasters for God's sake. But I like to humor the
girls. After all, they're each one in a million,
aren't they? So as soon as we're out of the station
they got Greg's tube steak out and Liz is sitting next
to the kid letting him feel her wondrous tits while
Pat is down on the floor out of sight sucking him off.
Shit, I was getting a bit stiff myself. When we reach
the top Pat hops up and says the kid's about to spurt,
so they make him stand up and stick his dick over the
side for the big event. Liz reaches through his legs
and tickles his balls while Pat wanks him off by hand.
Some alcoholic hillbillies in the car approaching us
are struck dumb, and, squirt, there goes Greg onto the
folks below.
Talk about hocking loogies. This kid apparently hadn't
come yet this year 'cause he dumped one helluva load
on the innocent bystanders below. I saw one huge glob
nail this old fat broad on her bare shoulder. She
looked at her shoulder, then up at us, so I waved,
being the friendly type. Damn if she didn't smile and
scoop the cum up in her hand, then lick her hand
clean. Made me want to puke. I mean, some people!
After we lost Greg we finally did some rides, which we
managed without attracting too much attention. The
only problem came when the girls got soaked on this
flume ride and their tits were so visible they might
as well have taken off their shirts. Liz, of course,
got most of the attention, with her world-class
knockers, but I noticed flat-chested Pat had her fans
too.
At long last we got to the coaster, the main reason I
go to this park. It was a classic old woody, built
back in the 30's, not all that big but plenty wild. It
had a nice setting too. After it left the station it
meandered off into the woods and down a gully so there
was actually some privacy. Just a lap bar too, none of
those goddamn horse collars. A real sweet ride. Liz
and I usually rode in the back seat where you get the
wildest ride, and Pat would sit in the seat right in
front of us. Often, she rode alone but sometimes
another single rider would join her.
One time Liz decided to combine coasters and sex.
She'd gotten horny again from eyeballing all the
scantily-clad people and attracting so much attention
on the flume. So on the way up the lift this one time
she starts rubbing her crotch and grinning at me. Pat
was right in front of her, and some guy about 30 or so
was in front of me. Liz's giggling and sighing caused
him to look back and I thought his eyes would pop
right out of his head.
Just then we hit the drop and the guy's attention
snapped back to the coaster. Not for long though. Liz
kept it up the whole way to the turn-around, by which
time she was having a really good time. At first the
guy just snuck peaks, but then he saw Pat looking back
and grinning and he glanced quickly at me and saw I
didn't mind, so in no time at all he was gawking with
his tongue hanging out. Going over a camelback I heard
Pat say, "Oh my! Look at this!" and her hand dropped
into the guy's lap.
We all got a little air time on that speed bump but
that guy somehow got more than the rest of us. As we
were pulling into the station Liz was growling and the
guy was moaning.
"Well," said I as we disembarked. "Looks like we
better go around again, eh?"
"Yeah," said Liz. "I didn't quite finish."
The guy, meantime, was trying to walk in such a way as
to hide his hard-on.
"How 'bout you?" Pat asked him going out the exit.
"Wanna go around again?"
"You got that right," he said. "Let me just square it
with my wife first."
She was this dumpy type sitting on a bench. She didn't
seem pleased he wanted to go again, and she was even
less pleased when she tumbled that he was with these
two hot broads. Fortunately the line wasn't very long.
Liz ground up against the metal railing and Pat
brushed up against the guy's weenie as much as she
could.
I caught this young girl, a regular hot tamale,
sneaking peaks at our shenanigans and suddenly
realized it was the cheerleader-type from the bus. She
looked even better up close and personal. Very nice
young athletic legs. When I smiled at her she turned
beet red and looked away. I noticed as we all boarded,
however, that she snuck another peak at the guy's
boner. We were barely out of the station before Pat
and Liz were both at it.
I could tell by the back of the cheerleader's head she
could hear them, and sure enough she leaned over to
her boyfriend (cheerleaders always have boyfriends)
and said something. A few seconds later Mr. Nonchalant
looks back and nearly chokes when he sees Pat's hands
all over this guy's tent pole. When we hit the drop
the guy didn't know whether to shit or cream his
jeans. He let out something between a yowl and a
groan. Liz's shriek, meanwhile, was pure sex, and gave
the cheerleader and her beau goose bumps. Really, I
could see them.
At the bottom of the drop the beau's arm moved into
the cheerleader's lap and she looked quickly at him,
surprised by something. I can't imagine what. By the
turn-around there were three plenty hot people in the
last 3 seats of that train. Liz was yelling her head
off and thrashing around, the guy with Pat was
grunting and groaning, and the cheerleader's head hung
down then rolled around in concentration.
Just as we hit the station Liz yelled, "Now!" and
started bucking and whining and nearly crying, Pat's
guy let out an "Aaaaarrrggh!" and came in his pants,
and the cheerleader nearly hopped out of the car. We
all gave the coaster a big hand as we pulled into the
station.
The cheerleader needed help walking and Pat's friend
toddled back to his wife with bowlegs 'cause his
shorts were full of cum, and Liz's panties were so wet
I wanted to throw them at the guy's wife to see if
they'd stick to her face.
"Gee," said Pat. "That looked pretty good. I think
I'll try it."
"Wait," said Liz. "How 'bout if I do you?"
"Great! What about you Gunner?"
"No sweat," I said. "I'm getting off watching, and I
don't think I need a wad of cold wet sperm in my
shorts just yet."
We all laughed as we watched the guy hobble off with
his wife yakking at him. Well, for once, he had the
last laugh. This time Liz and Pat got in the back seat
and I got in the seat in front of them. I was joined
by a very proper looking woman about 35 or so. Real
nice looking, just the librarian type. Nice slim
figure, good ass and legs, fine upstanding little
tits.
I'd been scoping her out on the plat-form and here she
was. As we pulled out of the station she waved to some
guy, her husband I suppose, and who was standing next
to the dude smiling at me, but good ol' Stanley. Hubby
and Stanley looked quite friendly together, really
pally-wallies. At the top of the lift I heard Pat say,
"Mmmm."
I looked back and Liz had Pat's skirt up around her
waist and was petting her bare thighs. I faced forward
and watched the librarian out the corner of my eye.
She was trying not to look, but hey, it's not
something you see every day is it?
At the bottom of the first drop Pat grunted a grunt of
pure animal sex and I looked back to see Liz's middle
finger jammed completely up Pat's snatch and her palm
grinding up against her clit. You could see plenty of
Pat-juice all over the seat. I caught little Ms.
Proper looking too. Her ears turned red as she quickly
looked away. On the turnaround, though, I caught her
again.
This time she was looking sideways at my crotch. I
looked down and sure enough, my semi-hard cock was
pretty evident. On the camelbacks back to the station,
as Pat screamed and Liz kept saying, "Come on baby,
come on", the woman started pushing her legs together
and squirming back and forth ever so little. I fell in
love on the spot.
When we disembarked, I decided we had to follow the
librarian, so off we went with that shithead Stanley
smirking at me from time to time, and me making
furious faces at him like I was gonna break his
fucking jaw so he couldn't suck any cock for a while.
His quarry completely ignored his wife, the faggot.
We ended up at this indoor hamburger and hot dog joint
that Stanley obviously knew all about, and he and
hubby headed straight for the head to get some head. I
guess that's why it's called the head, huh? Ms.
Librarian got herself a Coke and parked it at a nearby
table to wait. Motioning Liz and Pat to take the table
just across from her, I followed the boys into the
pissoir.
Inside, I took a leak while Stanley did his thing in
one of the stalls. Back at the table I started telling
Liz in a voice loud enough for the librarian to hear
what was going on in there.
"Geez," I said. "There's two guys in one of the stalls
in there and I think they're up to no good."
"Ooh," said Liz cozying up. "Tell me more."
"Well," I said. "One guy was saying 'Suck me you queer
bastard. Suck my big dick."
Liz moaned and started rubbing my big dick through my
shorts. Pat positioned herself to obstruct the view
from everyone but the librarian.
"Yeah," I went on. "Then he wanted the other guy to
stick a finger up his ass."
"No shit?" said Liz, squeezing me so that my cock was
clearly outlined through my shorts. The librarian
stared, then crossed her legs tightly.
"I'm not making this up," I said. "You should have
heard the slurping!"
"Mmmm," said Liz, pulling my shorts up so my
peckerhead was exposed. The two tables were arranged
so that the librarian was quite close to me, and she
was the only person there who could see under our
table. When she saw Mr. Happy swelling up his big head
she really started rocking that one leg. She even ran
her tongue over her lips, unconsciously. I damn near
spurted right then and there, but I didn't have the
range yet.
"Then the guy said, 'Suck me till I come in your
mouth, then I want your hot meat down my throat."
"Oh yes," said Liz. "I love enthusiasm."
Pat's eyes were gleaming. She's always enthused.
I was enthused too. Liz was squeezing and milking and
the librarian was rocking and squirming and I was
sighting down the barrel. What a pair of legs!
"Next thing I heard was this grunting and the guy
said, 'I'm coming!', and then there was all this
swallowing and choking."
"Ooh," said Liz. "Must have been quite a load."
"That's what it was all right," I said, taking aim.
"Quite a load."
And then ol' one-eye opened up and sprayed cum all
down the librarian's leg. She immediately spazzed up
and nearly knocked her table over. Her legs locked
tight together, and she doubled over at the waist
jamming her right elbow into her crotch to
surreptitiously press against her clit. That jarred
the table and knocked over her Coke. She moaned, so I
let rip with another blast and got her again.
"Oh Gunner," said Liz. "Such a mess!"
Then she and Pat jumped up to help wipe off the
librarian. Liz took a napkin to the cum on her leg
while Pat held it out to be wiped.
"Look what a nice leg," says Pat.
"Yes," says Liz. "How far up does it go?"
"All the way," says Pat sliding her hand up to the
woman's bush.
"Oh my," she says pulling her hand back before the
woman could react. "Sopping wet."
"Uh oh," says Liz to the babe. "We better get you out
to our van to get you cleaned up.
The woman was startled, but game. There was only one
problem.
"What about my husband?" she asked.
"Not to worry," I said gallantly coming to the rescue.
I had just noticed my old friend the guard go by, so I
ran out and got him.
"Hey," I said. "Remember me? One of those guys you're
looking for is in that men's room with some other guy.
I don't even want to guess what they're doing."
So Liz, Pat, the librarian and I scooted out to the
van just as the cavalry was roaring into the men's
room. Poor Stanley, I thought. He wasn't going to get
out of this one. In the van, we ripped off the lady's
clothes and licked every square inch of her body, as
well as quite a few inches that weren't square. It was
pretty cool with the tinted windows. There I'd be,
stuffing the sausage into this babe's poop-chute, all
the while looking out the window at the unsuspecting
passers-by. Saw quite a few other babes out there I'd
love to do the nasty with, popped a load in fact over
one black babe. Sigh. So many women, so little time.
By the time the three of us got done with Ms. Library
she was almost comatose. She just lay there, unable to
move. We figured we'd better take her home. Hubby was
undoubtedly in the hoosegow anyway. She and I slept
some until Liz woke us up giving us great head.
I porked her one more time while Liz licked her clit,
and we dumped her off at home. All in all, it had been
a fun day. I'd had a lot of good rides. Never saw that
little Asian girl again though. Pity, that.
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